#sakkarathekeeper

[engineerzuleima]

who? @sakkarathekeeper where? trivia’s cove when? during the  road so far

Zuleima touches down on Trivia’s Cove on Cloudy’s back, humming distractingly as she pats the wyvern’s snout affectionately before dismounting. Working through the different flaps on Cloudy’s mouth, she frees the bag she had secured back in Eterna and nods a goodbye to the wyvern before turning and heading deeper into the woods, her humming turning progressively louder as she approaches Sakkara’s above. Sneaking on the Dúnedain is amusing enough, but she has learned to only do so at odd intervals, or the famous Sakkara of the Serpents would begin to expect the attempts. 

That would be far too boring.

So humming to make herself known when she didn’t feel like sneaking on the other it was. 

Making it to the Keeper’s humble abode, Zuleima rattled her knuckles against the frame just hard enough to be heard but hard enough to bring the structure down. Though, with the rackety feel of the entire abode sometimes she wondered how long it would last. 

“Do we need to do the dance of you pretending not to be home, scales?” She muses out loud, head tilted as she listens for the Dúnedain’s heartbeat. “I can hear you.”

[freydis-freydat]

Who: @sakkarathekeeper Where: Sakkara's Island in Trivia's Cove When: Several days after her quest through the Arches

Plans, as thin and insufficient as they were in their early state, were being laid to handle what needed to be done about the archfey that lay in wait for Freydis’ dying day. Tove had been clear when it came to Nintra; there was nothing to be done about her except to ensure that the fey was the first to die. There was nothing more Freydis could do at the present moment except assemble the allies who would matter most in this task and comb through ancient tomes to learn how to slay the archfey, let alone how to lure her into the material plane. But this was not the only instruction Tove had left Freydis with. Tove had imparted upon Freydis her belief that it was her destiny to return to the dead arches she had wandered in her dreams–and that it seemed these dead arches were somehow critical to the plight against the Dark One. 

Not days before, Freydis had met the odd druidic woman, Sakkara, who had spoken as if the stars had delivered a message or prophesied something having to do with her, with her purpose. Freydis hadn’t understood it then, and it barely made more sense to her now, but she knew her next step needed to be to beg for an audience with the Keeper in her home in Trivia’s Cove. Her initial contact with Alessia, Torsten, and Eivor had been eased by a sudden burst of adrenaline and duty, but as she prepared to seek out the guidance of Sakkara the overwhelm of the residual grief, fear, and loss from her trials in the Arches had a vice grip on her heart. She had thought that perhaps when she awoke she was made of stronger stuff than mere humans were made of, but she knew this couldn’t be true when her emotions still managed to take the helm and drag her down when she knew there was little time to waste.

Even so, she found herself on the shoreline of Trivia’s Cove, where Sakkara had promised Freydis could find her. She could feel her heartbeat in her throat as she looked at the sight of the island, first the lavish canvas tent made up of colorful textiles, the inside of it obscured by the midday shadows. The island seemed desolate yet ready to provide all one would need at the very same moment. And then, she saw the arch. It stirred in Freydis the echoes of her family’s screams as the Aetherons invaded, the fear that froze the blood in her veins at the sight of Kalf’s murderous gaze, and the sight of Tove slowly dissipating and fading away. The grief washed over her with the strength of an ocean riptide as the tide washed over her ankles. The arch was beautiful, quiet, and serene, still as a stone but so capable of having an impactful presence. Freydis could feel her pulse quicken as all the dead arch somewhere in Iskaldrik had shown her began to echo in her mind, the depths of her loss becoming unbearable anew and the weight of the mystery of what had been granted to her in exchange so heavy she felt like she could barely breathe.

[sakkarathekeeper]

Date: Post the DnD session and the plot drop - a cryophoenix was rescued and a mage attacked on Lysaran soil in the feywilds, but also the Neptunalia festival is on the horizon Location: Eterna, Lysara Characters: @morijah-the-right & @sakkarathekeeper Notes: uwu

The owl perched on a branch nearby before flying to the ground. From there, the owl became a woman who smiled and inclined her head respectfully to the General. "My Lady General," Sakkara greeted her friend. A long time, the Keeper had entrusted General Morijah with much information about the druids of their Queendom and even volunteered to teach those in her army when necessary. Nowadays, Sakkara contented herself with showing up at random moments and regaling Morijah on information that she might appreciate for the safety of their kingdom. Or gossip. Sakkara didn't engage in petty gossip with just anyone, but she thoroughly enjoyed speaking with someone who always seemed interested in what she had to say. Someone who wasn't a druid for once. Someone who was friendly, older, wiser company.

"You look exceedingly imposing today." Sakkara could probably guess that it was the Aetherian mages that had taken over Iskaldrik the past few weeks, and perhaps that one was now found in Lysara. National security was at an all-time risk these days. But, then again, Mor also always looked so very imposing.

[thequeendomhqinspo]

Queendom Text Posts + 2 / ?

@casimirnoctis @sakkarathekeeper @suyinskiss @vuldak-juneau @hiddenvaldis @elokian

[incubusnero]

Person: @sakkarathekeeper Location: Pick wherever Sakkara would meditate He gets the idea of meditation, it's not he's against it. A lot of his free time is spent daydreaming so sitting on a rug cross legged next to a druid he's growing particularly fond of should not have been something difficult. It's all something that's supposed to promote focus and clarity, that whole song and dance. Instead he sits there feeling like an ass worrying about all of these new developments. Worst, Nero keeps thinking about the past, comparing memories to a potential future. It's not a completely uncommon occurence, he thinks he has 'mourning periods' between his little crushes. For some reason this one seems particularly sticky and so when he lets out a huff of breath he cracks an eye open and offers the druid an apologetic look. "I don't think I'm particularly good at this."

[alrikhart]

@sakkarathekeeper location: somewhere in the Lysaran wilds, looking at druid stuff notes: oh no his shirt's off

At another stop along the tour, Alrik knelt on a rocky outcrop that overlooked a settlement of old ruins and faded guiding stones. They hummed still with a faint life but existed far enough on the fringes of Lysara that, according to Fharzai, could no longer be used to access the Mist.

It had been some days since he'd dreamt and undergone Beowulf's trials, but the markings remained, his meteor hammer had changed, and Alrik was resolved to settle into his thoughts about all that he had seen. This path he walked was treacherous, but Fharzai had told him they were bound together by fate. This road through these stones, it had brought him before a trial already, Alrik intended to continue down this path and see where it brought him.

When thinking became too difficult to do, Alrik took to stacking, carving, or some excessively brutal form of training. At present, as he sat upon the outcrop, he'd taken the first as he stacked some of the useless stones that sat there and slowly built them into a cairn. Valr joined him, choosing to land nearby in a rare approach to ground level. Their love was a distant one, always watching, always present, and always ready. Both preferred it that way.

Crouched low, chest and feet bare, a brush of cold washed by, enough to raise the hair on the back of his neck as he looked toward the approach of a stranger. She carried a staff and held a distant but serious look in her eyes, above there circled a- a large, cold-looking bird of some kind. Alrik returned to his stones and kept his back to her.

[sakkarathekeeper]

Date: FLASHBACK, about a century ago Locations: Astoria, somewhere outside and away from other people Characters: @phyrofwild & @sakkarathekeeper Notes: :'''

The days and nights were filled with learning. Phyr had long since finished lectures on the history of their kind and their language and now she watched while he perfected the techniques that would make him into a formidable druid. A pinnacle of their kind. To say she was proud of Zephyrus was an understatement. Throughout the years, her very first student had become like the younger sibling that she had never had in any of her lives. He was treasured family. Sakkara would have done whatever it took to see her mentee safely and happily succeed in this life, even surpass her one day. Like a mother, however, she feared the day he would no longer need her around. She had been a mother in one life, she knew the feeling far too well.

Every so often that fear would resurface. Underneath the stars, she watched Zephyrus so confidently and calmly complete the spell. The joy on Sakkara's face turned to sadness - it was very unlike her to look so forlorn after such a success. Trying to hide her emotions and also brimming with familial affection, the Keeper smiled and pressed a kiss to the side of his head. "It is perfect, Phyr," she murmured. "I don't believe I could have done it better myself."

[sakkarathekeeper]

Date: FLASHBACK, maybe a decade or two ago Locations: Feywilds, Lysara Characters: @casimirnoctis & @sakkarathekeeper Notes: that is her emotional support exile

Just outside Sakkara's tented abode, the night sang a lullaby of owls, crickets and crumbling autumn leaves. The only light that they had was the moon, the candles and fire of the camping stove that kept them extra warm. It was a beautiful evening but Sakkara knew that Casimir was going to enjoy only one or two these. He had work to get to in civilization nearby, work that the druid did not wholly agree with. But since the moment that the Keeper had met the young dhampir, something in her heart told her that he was important. When she read the signs of the runes, Sakkara was only further convinced of this and did all she could to treat him as such. With time, Casimir had even begun to matter to her in a more personal way. This poor child, abandoned by his own family for daring to have a different vision for his future. Turning one's back on violence, whatever their reason may be, was an honorable thing to do for their world.

"This tea will help you sleep soundly and wake up with a better head on those shoulders," she said, pouring the herbal remedy. "You're going to need it if you're to go out there in the morning and be so foolish. Again."

[sakkarathekeeper]

 “I am always surprised how gentle you are. How the brightest innovator of our age could still care so much for preservation and the simpler things.” She took in a deep breath. “I am the past, Zu. You are the future,” she murmured. “I am the one who is always meant to be there for you.” Her smile widened a bit. “And I am proud of that.”

@sakkarathekeeper & @engineerzuleima

[sakkarathekeeper]

Date: After the DnD quest with dragon god Location: Trivia's Cove Characters: @engineerzuleima & @sakkarathekeeper Notes: a BABY

Sakkara had not introduced Zuleima to Anivia, if only because she had been so busy. From a Neptunalia competition to the research needed to find any trace of the phoenixes, she had not been home often, and this was not a rare occurrence with Sakkara. The Keeper did not tell people where she went and often times she'd wound up sleeping in inns or on branches as a bird, far away from Trivia's Cove. She hadn't even had a moment to sit and spend time with her favorite strigoi, and she didn't expect Zuleima that day either. Sakkara had just only recently come home a few minutes ago. She had just set a tea to boil and set down her things. She was considering a flight to Eterna tomorrow, a chance to see both Mor and Zuleima, but her thoughts were interrupted by the beat of familiar wings.

Sakkara smiled and hurried out of the tent. Anivia was far away, unseen as she hunted for fresh food after the long journey. The Keeper was alone, save for two dragon flies that fluttered all around her as she watched Zuleima and Cloudy land. "Had you come just a little earlier, I would not have been here. Fate has given you good timing," she said with a smile. Sakkara then looked over at the wyvern. "Rest your wings, Cloudy," she said affectionately. "I will have a few uncooked steaks to give you today, if you'd like."