#viresse

[eclipian]

Omg, can we please claim the Tangi Virus keyword? :3

The Trangi Virus Headmate

pt: the tangi virus headmate

reminder beings will almost definitely not turn out exactly as described, and these can be edited and changed as needed.

apart of the analog horror keywords

divider credit + picrew credit

" Oh my God. I am infected with the Tangi Virus. "

Name: Julia , June , Molly , Althea , Phoebus/Phoebe , Sally , Susie , Sick , Sicklie , Solitude , Stitches , Syringe , Viresse , Virusse , Doc , Doctor

Age: 31 , Sickchronal

Pronouns: She/Her , Sh💉/H💉r , Dr/Drs , Dr/Doc , Doc/Docs , Doc/Doctor , Doctor/Doctors , Syringe/Syringes , Med/Medicine , Medicine/Medicines , Med/Medical , Medical/Medicals , Heal/Heals , Aid/Aids, Virus/Viruses , 💉/💉s , ⚕️/⚕️s , 💊/💊s , 🩸/🩸s , 🩻/🩻s , 🦠/🦠s

Gender: Trasfem/Evofem , Sheep , Tangivirusic , Doctorgender , Genderdoctor , Medgoregender , Doctorwoozy , Doctomiatic , Medimysteria , Doctoritle , Doctorthing , Doctorbeing

Attraction: Sapphic , Studical Attraction , Egoicidal Attraction

Other IDs: Dissotangivirus , ADAD , DoctIN , Doctovior

Species: Human

Role: Steward

Aesthetics: Analog Horror , Digital Horror , Medicalcore , Traumacore , Science Academia

pt: name , age , pronouns , gender , attraction , other ids , species , role , aesthetics

tagging: @bahtive

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Gen Fic Friday

This week's rec is very sweet and then very sad.

Flashes of Time by Ninjababe (@viresse) (Teen And Up Audiences, 2,540 words)

Summary: Quick looks into Steven Rogers life if something different had happened during the Captain America movie.

For older gen fic recs, see the Gen Fic Friday Masterpost

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Plain Text

Medical Themed Names

ambul. ame. amelie. amor. amore. angel. angelo. apollo. arabella. blanche. blood. charlotte. contagesse. contagiousse. cross. crosse. ellison. fleur. fragil. incisionne. ivie. ivy. jace. jason. josiah/joasias. kaison. lace. lain. lucie/lucy. luciel. maebell. malachi. med. michael. michelle. milo. mitzi. natasha. needle. nurse. patient. pille. raphael. red. redde. savior. scalpelle. scrubbe. sick. sicklie. solitude. stitches. syringe. viresse. virusse.

Medical Themed Neopronouns

🐾 ◟ MEDICAL THEMED NAMES ◝ 🐾

ambul. ame. amelie. amor. amore. angel. angelo. apollo. arabella. blanche. blood. charlotte. contagesse. contagiousse. cross. crosse. ellison. fleur. fragil. incisionne. ivie. ivy. jace. jason. josiah/joasias. kaison. lace. lain. lucie/lucy. luciel. maebell. malachi. med. michael. michelle. milo. mitzi. natasha. needle. nurse. patient. pille. raphael. red. redde. savior. scalpelle. scrubbe. sick. sicklie. solitude. stitches. syringe. viresse. virusse.

🐾 ◟ MEDICAL THEMED NEOPRONOUNS◝ 🐾

[luminouswhump]

Unconventional career paths #1

A'elin was out exploring the vast woods of his father’s kingdom, completely unaware of the large predatory animal that had marked the young prince as its prey. Viresse, who often went into the woods to practice his archery, had been tracking the creature. He suddenly noticed a change of behaviour in the beasts movements, it had found a target. With a shock Viresse realised that target was none other than the prince, whom he recognised by the red cloak he bore. The elf knocked and arrow to his bow, brought it up to a shooting position and after he took a few seconds to steady himself, let go of the bowstring. The arrow soared through the air, inbedding itself in the back of the beast. It, on its turn let out a thundering roar and charged the prince.

A'elin had heard the loud roar and promptly dropped everything he’d been doing, now focused on running away, Viresse ran up to the other boy and grabbed him by his arm. “Excuse my manners your majesty, but we need to get out of this forest, the sooner the better.” A'elin, not wanting to die let the archer drag him along. “I’m Viresse” the older elf said as the prince was now running next to him. They’d almost made it out of the woods safely when A'elin, but used to running this much, felt his leg get stuck behind a branch and crashed to the ground. He let out a scream, his face twisted in pain. “Viresse, my ankle.” He winced. “This isn’t good.” The ankle was now throbbing, it was either broken or badly sprained and there was still the issue of the creature, which by now would not be far behind them. Viresse made a quick decision, he’d have to carry the royal elf on his back. He swung his bow down and placed it on the ground besides him, then moved to help A'elin up. His eyes were filled with worry as he saw the obvious signs of pain in A'elin’s face. “Your majesty, if you’ll let me, I will carry you on my back.” The prince nodded and prepared to hop onto Viresse’s back, as well as that could be fine with one leg out of commission.

Viresse moved to hand A'elin his bow, who awkwardly held it across Viresse’s chest as he carefully walked back to the castle. With every step that moved his hips he could feel A'elin tense up behind him, occasionally wincing in pain. “We’re almost there.” Viresse said, in vain trying to bring some comfort to the prince, Viresse knew it wasn’t his fault that the other had injured his leg, but he could not help but feel guilty about the pain it was causing him.

A'elin showed the archer a secret route to the castle yard, to avoid the two of them being seen by civilians going about their day in the city surrounding the castle. As soon as they made it through the entrance, A'elin told Viresse to get away, at risk of being seen and arrested for trespassing on royal ground. Viresse nodded and with one last sympathetic look he turned and ran.

Just when he thought he was safe, he saw a flash of metal and felt a cold blade across his neck. “Where do you think you’re going? Snooping around the castle like that?” said a voice that bore no signs of being understanding, no matter what Viresse’s answer would be.

[effervescent-whump]

The first time Viresse saved prince A'elin's life

A'elin was out exploring the vast woods of his father's kingdom, completely unaware of the large predatory animal that had marked the young prince as its prey. Viresse, who often went into the woods to practice his archery, had been tracking the creature. He suddenly noticed a change of behaviour in the beasts movements, it had found a target. With a shock Viresse realised that target was none other than the prince, whom he recognised by the red cloak he bore. The elf knocked and arrow to his bow, brought it up to a shooting position and after he took a few seconds to steady himself, let go of the bowstring. The arrow soared through the air, inbedding itself in the back of the beast. It, on its turn let out a thundering roar and charged the prince. A'elin had heard the loud roar and promptly dropped everything he'd been doing, now focused on running away, Viresse ran up to the other boy and grabbed him by his arm. "Excuse my manners your majesty, but we need to get out of this forest, the sooner the better." A'elin, not wanting to die let the archer drag him along. "I'm Viresse" the older elf said as the prince was now running next to him. They'd almost made it out of the woods safely when A'elin, but used to running this much, felt his leg get stuck behind a branch and crashed to the ground. He let out a scream, his face twisted in pain. "Viresse, my ankle." He winced. "This isn't good." The ankle was now throbbing, it was either broken or badly sprained and there was still the issue of the creature, which by now would not be far behind them. Viresse made a quick decision, he'd have to carry the royal on his back. He swung his bow down and placed it on the ground besides him, then moved to help A'elin up. His eyes were filled with worry as he saw the obvious signs of pain in A'elin's face. "Your majesty, if you'll let me, I will carry you on my back." The prince nodded and prepared to hop onto Viresse's back, as well as that could be fine with one leg out of commission. Viresse moved to hand A'elin his bow, who awkwardly held it across Viresse's chest as he carefully walked back to the castle. With every step that moved his hips he could feel A'elin tense up behind him, occasionally wincing in pain. "We're almost there." Viresse said, in vain trying to bring some comfort to the prince, Viresse knew it wasn't his fault that the other had injured his leg, but he could not help but feel guilty about the pain it was causing him. A'elin showed the archer a secret route to the castle yard, to avoid the two of them being seen by civilians going about their day in the city surrounding the castle. As soon as they made it through the entrance, A'elin told Viresse to get away, at risk of being seen and arrested for trespassing on royal ground. Viresse nodded and with one last sympathic look he turned and ran. Just when he thought he was safe, he saw a flash of metal and felt a cold blade across his neck. "Where do you think you're going? Snooping around the castle like that?" said a voice that bore no signs of being understanding, no matter what Viresse's answer would be.

[viresse-sentiler]

[ventures-through-thedas]

ABCs of the OCs : C1 &2, L3, P5 for dear boy Cassius please ? :)

1. how do they sit in a chair?

Like an idiot. He can be an awkward sitter, he’ll perch up on a stool with his legs crossed, or lay on a couch with his legs ups against the wall behind the sofa and be upside down for all to see.

2. in what position do they sleep?

His position is taking up the entire bed. As soon as he splats into bed, he’ll sprawl his lanky body out to take up the entire space of the bed if he can. He’ll wake up with the pillows and sheets everywhere but on him.

3. are there any foods they hate?

There isn’t a lot of food he dislikes, but if he had to say, he’d frown and “blep” his tongue out at vegetables. 

4. what of their personality do others envy?

Most likely his constant upbeat attitude. He seems to see things in a way people don’t, he questions, but without cruel intent. He’s constantly seen with a smile on his face and always likes to mention the good qualities in other people.

[noa89]

Vin’s character Viress! This time fully painted~!

[muthur9000]

I share my love of Alien: Resurrection on this episode. Newborn, my cutie 😍 Regrann from @perfectorganismpodcast - NEW EPISODE! 👉 http://www.podbean.com/media/share/pb-svzgp-8e191f It's easy to write off Alien Resurrection as the black sheep of the Alien Saga. Whether you love it or you hate it—or both at the same time—you can't deny there's a lot to talk about. In this riotous roundtable, Ryan, Patrick, Clara, and Dave revisit this crazy film and try to figure out what works and what doesn't. Along the way, they deal with some pretty deep questions: Is Dave's dad a prophet? Was Michael Wincott the inspiration for Christian Bale's Batman voice? How much K-Y Jelly is too much K-Y Jelly? As we come closer to the end of our In Defense of Alien 3 series, we're excited to launch this new miniseries on Resurrection. Anyone up for some basketball? • • • Follow me for all things A L I E N ¦ A I ¦ S C I F I ¦ T E C H N O L O G Y ¦ https://yutani.blog • • • - #regrann #alienresurrection #newborn #jeanpierrejeunet #dariuskhondji #enr #chiroscuro #brown #sepia #kyjelly #studioADI #practicaleffects #clonequeen #clonexenomorph #ripley8 #purvis #elgyn #wren #betty #viress #christie #call #auton #distephano #auriga #usmauriga

[sakurabunnie]

Presenting the 2017 Pumpkinquisition!!! ✧⁺⸜(●′▾‵●)⸝⁺✧

From Left to Right: Hal Lavellan, Cassius Viresse, Aura Trevelyan, Hadiden Lavellan, Maxwell Trevelyan, Soli Humael, Desmond Hawke, and Hinnah Lavellan!

@laskulls, @ventures-through-thedas, @hobbithase, @writingfromdaughterofathena, @lightofrebellionxx, @stumblingsbalderdash, @thursdaysshepard

2016 Pumpkinquisition

[ephemereon]

@gazzub asked for Constant Rambling for Cassius

Should I put a warning for eh... bright and unsettling colours ? :p

[444names]

american forenames + brythonic deities + dragons + roman emperor forenames + the entire bee movie script

Adealle Adius Adronus Affick Afrikat Albal Albell Aling Allic Allistendra Amerlow Anchry Andrius Annannees Antorlazzy Appee Arers Arlishureah Asoniregint Auglence Aunget Autoude Avinthele Avinus Avius Awartles Awyeader Babloo Baler Baliust Baregin Barshine Basdo Beakloacum Bealmel Beettly Belaw Belusted Bereth Bericky Bette Bettimming Bettio Biliasguy Bireney Biros Bitang Bleasy Bleestrion Bleney Blory Blyda Bolagen Bormamerets Bornius Borvinsees Bothillegal Bourianie Bralearc Brantins Braque Brehey Brison Bures Burthon Cabley Calpil Cameloot Canna Caricide Carmadragor Carvinge Cashad Caspielia Catteremer Cemyralf Cennie Chaing Channerma Che's Chrou Chumble Ciantemiley Cinustrack Claste Clatem Clessus Clifellan Cling Clistend Colen Coletchindy Comax Comed Comene Comuspil Corrickil Courealina Courta Cousth Cremyretwe Crumely Dainten Damagroy Darreneste Daybelmon Dayintros Deastit Dertailly Discian Distice Dormle Drallyine Drefern Drillou Durrobeed Earanda Eirger Elaching Ellisups Emonie Enese Entucily Ersesill Ertio Euntenne Evegang Evendel Eventy Everld Exams Exany Expeging Facaniner Faell's Famelinus Fancianny Fartheah Fellin Ferry Fichate Fichent Fircecin Firth Fitimple Fliusinther Flooll Flute Folinklie Forchorty Forimmell Forise Forred Freary Frempatt Friandoesse Fulings Funcinks Gance Gasoub Gesta Gictir Girtlerth Givinat Glatherie Glossefca Gloured Goestang Golle Goofill Gorjumblet Gothy Graceffel Grairlault Gramoked Greds Groonat Guissefin Haelaidecst Halianned Handely Hanshond Haray Haskie Hathean Havider Hazend Helut Henctous Heraff Heyce Histbugus Holegs Holls Honthee Hythan I'ven Ideave Idn't Ifing Imblenus Immul Ingulauddic Itius Jacts Jahationis Jannetimpsy Jassusper Javinat's Jeassille Jecitis Jelar Jerce Joanclort Johnorting Jultaid Jumps Jurips Karry Karth Katevene Katuckicore Kelamie Kenery Kermul Kiess Kill's Kin's Kinget Klinge Knesseona Knose Krichelista Lacilly Lands Lanny Lauttis Lavenus Learst Lenrition Lents Lerry Lette Lettivird Leveney Liesa Lipena Listamad Livoing Lizartre Lorlon Lorwateris Loyse Lually Lucholetirl Lucista Lumne Magran Mardome Margar Marric Marrontly Martiand Mathavane Melydr Micing Micusted Miling Milte Mines Minges Modocks Moginsta Mosasn't Mospiniso Murjosie Musus Myruslang Mysta Nassir Neccas Nercia Nical Nicks Nisseuguess Nistaut Nistinian Niustios Nommenitel Notta Ohand Parow Pathanice Patrionicks Paurt Paustathing Pausth Penesustern Pents Phinie Phivichum Piting Plassy Pleop Porry Prave Printsyce Proning Proold Puppenus Quisting Rappity Ratiling Reggire Regin Relvia Remilie Rephochot Ressionge Restria Roorotted Rosalphing Roscootemot Rosearvia Rubyrtuna Ruing Rumne Salle Sammake Samovels Sandasid Sappone Saver Savers Scisillelie Scrob Secidever Sepine Settiolow Shany Shaula Shesse Shinks Shume Shunust Sibius Sinchark Skelving Slorys Smetaim Solds Solettir Sonat Sonespic Sousity Specill Spomes Sposie Stakoonly Stermace Stesty Sticoran's Stind Stinfleme Stiniens Stionda Stiosea Strate Strese Sulivey's Sumbie Sumete Sunsed Surea Suria Susint Tactol Tanyoupper Telothous Terefooks Terhatills Thaney's Thelianted Theropicece Theturtio Thonie Thured Tiblord Timie Tione Todned Tomoss Tonste Toress Traugun Treas Trioun Trius Tudidet Tufanian Tures Turich Typhockpic Usiantie Vackintiold Velmaregai Venating Versidery Viank Vinte Viressized Volatinat Wangus Warearumnah Warry Wavivirtle Waylew Weet's Welora Weremilly Whaing Whanks Wheon Wheoproatt Whikerick Wille Wincell Winders Wiperearess Wiple Witharettly Wooliperst Woomet Worax Worieventy Worprot Worri Wouledrell Wrect Wromes Yogetion Youlay Yount Youped

[littlestsnicket]

the witcher: betrayer moon

The beginning of this episode seems to draw so much more on horror tropes than other episodes. Not that I watch a lot of horror to actually know that. This bit isn’t actually that gory, but there’s something about the slow painful dying that’s really ick. 

The random ass Witcher is smoking a fucking pipe! I missed that the first time around. It seems like he dies a lot too easy for someone with heightened Witcher senses. I guess there just narratively isn’t time for that to take longer but it feels a bit sloppy in a way this show usually isn’t. 

Two funny things about the scene with the prostitute: (1) we immediately establish that they’ve been at it long enough to run out of refreshments which is great, and (2) she’s singing Jaskier’s songs and using them to identify Geralt’s scars. That comes up in shippy stuff a lot but let's assume that is not what they’re going for. The best thing about it is that Geralt is annoyed at the singing and scar identification but also 100% willing to ignore all that if it means a pretty lady is touching his chest like that. I’m amused.

Oh hey, organized labor!

‘You can’t kill the vukodlak so you decide to kill your king?” — that’s a real odd take on the situation, but I suppose it’s not an unreasonable take on what Geralt knows of the situation. Maybe. And he’s so derisive about it. Geralt’s political views are complicated and warrant more thought than I am willing to give them right now to unpick. 

“And if you can’t kill it?” “Then I die.” ICONIC. 

It’s an interesting touch that the guard captain knows people by name. He seems very engaged on a personal level. It gives you a feeling of how small Temaria is. 

I’m not going to look at this in terms of adaptation (that would be a separate thing if I even get around to it) but I think it’s a really interesting choice to pull Triss into this story. 

This has been going on for 6 years?!? No wonder people are close to revolt. 

Oh Geralt’s angry face when he finds out that Triss lied about the other Witcher fleeing. Like don’t undermine his professional honor. 

I’m really glad they didn’t give Geralt cat eyes. I found it really distracting in Good Omens when Crowley wasn’t wearing his glasses. It’s just an odd thing to see on an otherwise human passing creature. 

Yenn? Why are there illusions of people you conjured watching you have sex? Why is that something you thought to do? The way they are smiling and the just like... warm applause is so odd. What is the kink you’re exploring there? I want to understand, Yennefer.

“You are a first draft of what nature intended.” The delivery of that line is so funny. (Also, I imagine that is how book!Dandelion’s hair looks.)

“We remake ourselves on our terms. The world has no say in it.” There’s a lot to unpack there. Especially with how Tissaia explains it in terms of power. 

“Call her a unicorn if you like.” Fanon is wrong about how much Geralt talks in the show. It’s not all just hmm. Relative to all of his dialog there’s not actually that much of that. 

I very much enjoy the way Geralt’s deduction skills are shown here. And also how he confronts royalty as someone who is both not a subject and has very little to lose in terms of social standing.

Stregobor!! AAAAAGH! He’s so awful 

“The all powerful sorceress Tissaia de Viress is knocked down from her glass pedestal.” Teenage rebellion Yenn (although that does oversimplify their relationship.)

Geralt just like... ignoring Triss’s questions is really good. There’s not nothing to the fanon characterization of Geralt.

Sniffing! Sniffing years old scents! How does Geralt function out in the world with all of that input? I guess he’s used to it. 

“Kings have done more for less.” “True.”

Istredd calls her Yenna!

“I will not be schooled by some man that pimps the world as some romantic adventure. My world is cruel. Unpredictable. You enter, you survive, you die.”

“You’re just angry because you lost your chance to be beautiful.” “I want to be powerful.” “Seen and adored with everyone watching.” “It is what I’m owed.” “No amount of power or beauty will ever make you feel worthy of either.” This whole exchange is so good. Yennefer and Istredd are young and flailing about but know each other to hit the mark a few times. 

The aesthetic of this ball is so confusing. What is that music? Maybe Yenn’s dress as “what a early 2000s teen thinks a witch should dress like” was more intentional than I thought. That’s what this party is too. It’s got a strong, for lack of a better word, fanon Harry Potter vibe. 

Angry Yenn! She has got to be so used to being able to emotionally beat down people by the time she meets Geralt. 

“This isn’t my first time trying to save a princess who others see as a monster.” “What happened to that princess?” “I killed her.” Geralt is fucking impeccably honest. That is a huge part of who he is as a person. What a thing to say to a king.  

The prostitute assumes Geralt was in love with the princess and Foltest assumes he is incapable of it. And Geralt does not correct him. 

“She was hiding from the brotherhood...” Wait!!! Did Yenn give the guard captain the curse?!? I think she could have timeline wise. 

Yenn chooses to keep her eyes and her scars. She also very explicitly knows what she is giving up. Which she, importantly, never puts up for debate. But this really isn’t informed consent. That is the life path she was, essentially, sold into. She also doesn’t get what she was promised in a court appointment. The thing that stands out to me on this watch is how little real power and influence Triss has in Temeria. I think it’s easy to suspect that Yenn didn’t put in her all at court, because by the time we see her next it’s been such a long time and she is so jaded. But I don’t think that’s the case at all. There is something going on here with women needing to be beautiful to exercise power and it also, simultaneously, undermining them. It’s a complex thing.

Geralt can be pretty fucking ruthless when he lets himself. Just abandoning captain dude to die. Not that he’s a good person or whatnot, but still. 

The snow particles add a lot to the aesthetic of the fight sequence with the striga. And the noises the striga makes are truly horrifying. 

Yennefer is insane to do this without any kind of pain relief. I read some very good meta about Yennefer believing it should hurt. I don’t have anything insightful to say about it. 

The little moments of Geralt being clever while fighting! I’m trapped so let me aard through the floor to escape. That is next level situational awareness! 

Yenn’s transformation intercut with Geralt fighting to break the striga curse. What does that imply? Lots but I’m really not sure exactly what. 

Geralt trapping himself in the crypt. It’s so clever but also feels like an act of desperation. And he’s relatively unscathed until the mostly uncursed but totally feral princess tries to eat him. 

Yenn and feral princess are in very similar fetal positions post transformation. 

Yenn’s face when she walks into the ball! It’s a really complicated face. Something about her ever so slightly vague open mouthed expression reminds me of Steve Rogers post Captain America transformation. It’s a similar “I have just undergone something incredibly painful and now am different” thing. 

So what would have happened if Yennefer ended up in Nilfgaard? Would it have made any difference?

“Anyone else would have killed the princess. You chose not to.” “I’ll take my coin now. I need to get back to my horse.” yeah sure Geralt. Triss knows you’re not in this just for the money. 

Vortex of Fate!!! This is not one of the episodes where they say destiny an unreasonable number of times, but Triss does say it there at the end. (And also the bit about destiny being related to choices.)

“I feel something waits out there for you. Something more.” CUT TO CIRI! There are a lot of really clever things with how these storylines are woven together. 

You know what? I did not miss Ciri at all this episode. Freya’s performance is good and there’s nothing wrong with the writing, but she is definitely the character and storyline I am least engaged with. 

[luminouswhump]

Unconventional career paths #2

Part One Here

cw for a slight mention of blood, nothing bad but just to be safe

Just when he thought he was safe, he saw a flash of metal and felt a cold blade across his neck. “Where do you think you’re going? Snooping around the castle like that?” said a voice that bore no signs of being understanding, no matter what Viresse’s answer would be.

“Am I right in assuming that you would not believe me if I said I just rescued your darling prince from certain death?” Viresse inched away from the sword at his throat, no doubt that those in the royal guard made sure their weapons were nice and sharp and ready to cut the throats of people like Viresse. The guards in question responded by politely yanking the elf up by his neatly braided hair. Viresse grunted in surprise and pain, earning him a laugh from the guard whose sword was still at his throat. “You would be correct indeed.” And with that he got roughly forced to his feet and dragged into the palace.

A secind guard took away his bow, dagger and bag. “No! Give those back to me!” Viresse struggled in the strong grip of a guard as he watched his most priced possessions being taken away from him. “Those are mine, you have no right to take them you bastards!” He lurged forward, hoping to break free from the hold, which failed. Instead, he got roughly forced to his knees again. “We have every right, you’re a prisoner now, you own nothing, are nothing and will get nothing unless it so pleases a royal. You should be glad we did not cut off your hand when we found you, and we still might do that right here and now. Do you understand?” He didn’t detect any lies in the statement, which scared him. The elf nodded and his involuntary tour of the palace dungeons continued>

Viresse never really expected to visit the royal palace, but he especially hated the way he was introduced to it at the moment. Guards had no sense of respect or politeness about them. Viresse had always been warned by the people in his village to stay away from royal guards, those red-cloaked bastards took pleasure in picking on the less fortunate. Unfortunately for Viresse, he belonged to that category and had been found in an area of the palace where he shouldn’t have been in the first place. He was dragged through long hallways, the dim light shed by the few torches present cast ominous looking shadows on the stone tunnels. Viresse was good at navigating through the dense woods of the kingdom, he was afraid he could not say the same about the underground dungeons of the royal palace. The tunnels seemed to go on forever, their footsteps and sounds of scared and uncomfortable prisoners echoing around him. The guards finally stopped in front of an empty cell, opened it and roughly shoved Viresse inside. He barely had enough time to catch himself as he fell onto the rough stone floor. Just as quickly as he’d been pushed, a guard was on him again, shackling his wrists to the wall. A well placed punch to the gut had Viresse crumpling to his knees, his arms stretched above him. He spat an elfish curse word at one of the guards. “Is this what I get as a thanks for saving your prince his ass?! Ask him! Check up on him right now! He’ll confirm it for you, you oaf!” Despite being human,the guard spoke elfish. He had been on his way out but turned on his heels, drew his sword and placed it against Viresse’s throat. Viresse gulped at the malicious intent he could see in this man’s eyes. The guard grinned, sending a shiver down the elf’s spine.

“Listen here you pointy eared little shit, I don’t care who you think you are or who you might have saved. Nobody is going to bother prince A'elin about you. You’re simply not worth the trouble. I’d suggest you quickly learn to shut up unless spoken to and learn to take orders. It’d be in your best interest, trust me.” He dragged his sword across Viresse’s cheek, leaving a bleeding gash. Viresse closed his eyes and breathed heavily, hissing in pain but managing to not make a sound. The guard patted his cheek in something that could have been a friendly gesture but definitely wasn’t. Viresse jerked his head away, glaring at the human. “Now I’d sit tight if I were you, and get ready to confess your crimes.” The guard stood up and promptly left the cell, laughing with the others as if Viresse’s imprisonment were an hilarious joke.

As soon as the echoing footsteps were no longer audible, Viresse began to pull on the chains, frustration finally overflowing inside him. He exclaimed in anger at how weak he felt. He never should have helped that stupid prince. The sounds of clanging metal filled his cell, but all he ended up with were strained muscles. He let his head slump, the cut on his cheek throbbing. Viresse couldn’t stand feeling trapped, especially if it was unjust. What he wouldn’t give to shoot those asshole guards in the leg… They’d taken his bow, his bag and his dagger, he felt naked without those. Hours passed and Viresse could feel his limbs start to ache from the position he was in. At one point he must have dozed off since he found himself startled awake at the sound of his cell door being opened. A hooded figure entered his cell, closing the door behind him and approaching Viresse without saying a word. The figure leaned downwards, his face illuminated by a ray if moonlight. Viresse’s heart started racing at the sight. Their face was unnaturally pale, almost translucent, covered in scar tissue on one side, the eyes seemed to be void of irises instead they were completely black. The creature smiled and Viresse could swear he could see sharp teeth and an oddly coloured tongue. The fugure pushed back the hood that had covered their face, revealing a set of horns which curled along their scalp before ending in a point that pointed upwards. Viresse tried to jump backwards but couldn’t, stopped by the hard, cold, stone wall behind him. “Wha-what are you and and what do you want from me?!” There was no point in trying to hide his fear, he knew that much. The creature didn’t answer, they merely reached out to Viresses face with clawed hands. Viresse started to panic “no no no no, stay away!” he struggled against his chains but to no avail. The sharp looking nails grazed Viresse’s face, who was unable to turn his head away. The creature ran their nails across his face and shivers ran their way across Viresse’s entire body. Viresse screamed as suddenly the creature grabbed his head in both hands and started to chant in a language he didn’t speak. “No! Let go of me you horned fucker!” Viresse thrashed, desperate wanting to get away from whatever it was that was in front of him.

Suddenly pain exploded across his head, washing over him through the hands of the demon, he thought now it must be a demon. Viresse screamed in pain, his voice bouncing off of the stone walls of his prison. He tried desperately to free himself but couldn’t get away from the burning hands that clasped his head. “Please!” He managed to croak out through gritted teeth. “Let me go! I did nothing to deserve this please!” His begging fell on deaf ears, the pain increased and Viresse couldn’t help but let out a howl of pain. “What do you want?! Fuck!” A raspy voice boomed through the room, seeming to eminate from nowhere. “You are being judged for your crimes, we are searching your mind for your past failures, I am afraid there are quite many.” Viresse saw memories flash before his eyes. His best friend Yorik and him throwing pebbles from trees at unsuspecting guards, Viresse stealing a loaf of bread for his sick grandfather, his mother hurrying him away from a group of guards that appeared around the corner. His father and mother discussing in hushed voices how they were going to cover taxes. His grandmother telling him stories about the old days when a just and righteous queen ruled the lands. People of noble descent laughing and pointing at Viresse as he helped his father push an old cart with what little harvest they had left to the market. It then shifted to scenes that Viresse hadn’t been a part of.Yorik’s sister being surrounded by humans of noble descent, Yorik sprinting desperately towards them, trying to drag the humans away from his crying little sister. Yorik dragged away by guards, covered in dirt. But his sister was safe. Yorik in meetings with shady figures, hunched over maps. Cloaked figures sprinting through the night, leaving an estate with bloodied knives. Yorik carried away in chains, hands blood which Viresse somehow knew belonged to some royal offical. The scenes shifted once more, to a letter in Yorik’s handwriting, he couldn’t make out what it said but it had been addressed to Viresse. The voice once more filled the room. “You have been found guilty for aiding and conspiring with a member of an illegal assassin’s guild. For this you will be punished.” Viresse’s life had been tainted by the injustice caused by royal rule and now it appeared they saw fit to torture him for that. The pain increased, spreading throughout his body, he wanted to run, to be anywhere but here. He could hear someone screaming in agony before realizing that it was his own voice. He tried to reason with the creature, to tell them that they had it wrong, he’d never wanted Yorik to do what he’d done, he just wanted to be left alone, he just wanted to go home. The pain stopped suddenly, the creature stood up and left, leaving Viresse gasping for breath in his chains, arms outstretched above his head, blood slowly leaking from his nose, his vision swimming and his entire body drained and exhausted.

They couldn’t do this to him, he wasn’t part of the assassin’s guild, he had never killed anyone! A'elin would have to safe him, the prince had to. Please.

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It was supposed to be a simple diplomatic mission, although from experience prince A’elin knew that when diplomacy was involved, things were rarely ever truly simple. Nevertheless, he and his personal guard, Viresse, had rode out early that morning, the first light of day creeping through the leaves of the woods as the two companions rode side-by-side. The first sign of trouble became evident when they rode past a small village, the sun was starting to set already. The village was in a state of mild chaos, several of the smaller huts were on the verge of collapsing and there was smoke coming from the large central building that would have been used as a place of religion and as a common hall. A’elin looked at Viresse and could tell the other elf was thinking the same thing he was, they had to help these people. They urged their horses into a gallop and raced towards the village. As they approached, their horses slowed down enough for Viresse to nock an arrow onto the bow he previously kept swung over his shoulder. As they came to a halt a villager who had seen them approach and recognised them as part of the royal court, came running over. Viresse instinctively raised his bow up. “Please, don’t shoot!” The man cried, cowering in fear of the weapon. The guard instantly lowered his bow and apologised to the villager, not meaning to cause him more fear than he had already been through. A’elin judged the situation to be save and dismounted, Viresse quickly followed his example. The elves swung the reigns over their horses necks, making sure that they wouldn’t get their front legs tangled up in them.

A’elin now turned to the villager, he noticed several scratches and a large gash on the man’s arm. “Could you tell me your name?” He asked. “My name is Renin your highness.” A’elin nodded. “What happened here Renin?” He asked, concern in his voice. A’elin was a kind man, some said that he would not make a good king because he cared too much about the lives of common people and preferred diplomacy over fighting, despite the prince’s excellent mind for strategy. A’elin kindly disagreed with those people. He listened attentively as the villager told him what had happened to his home, all while Viresse looked around for any signs of danger. A band of plunderers had passed this village, stealing most of their food supplies and all of the money stored in the village leader’s home, tax money A’elin guessed. The prince nodded and placed a hand on the Renin’s shoulder. “I will personally see to it that these men are put to trial and I will arrange for support to be send over to aid in rebuilding your homes. Did all of your people remain unharmed?” A’elin had realised that this man must have been the village leader and was glad to hear that all villagers had lived, albeit with various injuries. Renin assured him that all would heal in time. Renin then seemed to realise how late it already was and invited the prince and his guard to stay the night in his village, which A’elin gratefully accepted. He saw that the fire in the central building had been put out and slowly the tense energy in the air left.

After the two elves had made sure that their horses were secure and unsaddled for the night, they followed Renin to his home, where he showed them the guest room. It was a small and modest room but it beat sleeping in a tent like Viresse and A’elin had planned on doing. They thanked the village leader and moved to unpack a few belongings, the man leaving them alone to help his wife to prepare a meal for his family and guests. A’elin had given the man a generous amount of the food he carried, they did always end up taking too much food.

“I don’t trust him.” Said Viresse, looking around the room as if he expected to find hidden doors or traps. He had voiced his concern in elfish, both of them were fluent in common but in this situation Viresse had thought it to be smart to keep their conversation private. “I know.” Replied A’elin opting for his native tongue as well. “Something about his story does not add up, if the plunderers  stole so much of value and caused so much damage to their houses, surely the injuries should have been more severe.” He continued, Viresse nodded in agreement and added another factor. “Renin did not seem at all surprised to see us here, you would think that your arrival would shock a man such as him, royal visits to villages aren’t common are they?” A’elin shook his head, confirming Viresse’s thoughts. “They are not.” That didn’t mean that A’elin thought that that was a good thing, he would like to have more interaction with his people, but unfortunately that was something which was hard to achieve. “How do you suggest we handle this?” Viresse asked. “We act as if we buy their story, remain alert but do not let them think we mistrust them.”

The two elves ate dinner with Renin, his wife Sophia and their two boys Namir and Erik. The village head’s house was somewhat larger than the other houses, but not by far. It had the same ground-level layout with a straw roof. Viresse had half expected their food to be poisoned but seeing as they ate from the same pots, that thought was quickly dispelled. Truth be told, the food was remarkably good, he was used to eating food prepared by the kitchen staff of the palace but Sophia was a wonderful cook in her own way. She smiled as Viresse voiced his thoughts to her, A’elin agreeing. After they had made sure that there was nothing they could do to aid the villagers at this moment, the two elves returned to the guest room.

“Well at least we were not poisoned.” The prince said with a grin, once more speaking in elfish. He was rummaging through his pack, making preparations to go to bed. “We can cross that off the list of possible ways in which we could be harmed here.” Replied Viresse who had placed his knife besides his bed in case of danger. “If you do not mind, I would prefer to spend as little time here as needed.” A’elin agreed. “Let us try to leave by sunrise tomorrow, do not unpack more than strictly needed.” The last comment was hardly necessary, Viresse had already repacked most of his belongings. “Good night A’el.” The prince smiled when he heard the nickname, only used when nobody else was around to hear the causal notion of friendship between the two. “Sleep well Viresse.”

The following morning came and both elves were on the move, quickly putting on the light armour they wore and swinging their cloaks around their shoulders. A’elin once more thanked Renin, assuring him that justice would be served, while Viresse saddled their horses.

When A’elin judged that they were well away from the village he spoke again. “I do not believe that Renin is the village leader.” Viresse turned to face his friend, obviously he had not reached the same conclusion, he had thought that perhaps Renin was in league with these so-called plunderers. “Renin’s house had only four rooms, a combined dining and living room, a kitchen, a master bedroom and the small guest room, all of which were designed to fit about two people. I doubt that the guest room normally houses the two boys we met. Did you not notice that the dining table was much too small for the six of us?” Viresse was once more surprised at how observant the prince could be. “Now that you mention it, that does seem odd.” He thought about it for a while before asking the next question. “Do you think that Renin is one of the plunderers?” Viresse asked, unsure of the theory. “I am unsure, I do not think that that is likely, why tells us of plunderers when he could have chosen any other explanation for the village’s disarray? It seems illogical.” Truth be told, A’elin had no clue as to who this Renin was.

The two rode in silence for a while, the sound of their horses’ hooves formed a rhythmic and constant noise. After what must have been two hours, Viresse suggested they take a break, rest their legs and let their horses graze for a while. A’elin had been so lost in thought that he had not noticed the time that had passed, something that he found happened to him often. “I saw a stream of water just over there, I’m going to refill our waterskins.” Viresse said as he headed to the tiny river. A’elin loosed the girths of their horses’ saddles and unfastened their bridles. He heard the danger before he saw it. A cry of pain that he instantly recognised as Viresse’s came from barely ten metres away. A’elin rushed to unsheathe his dagger, as he did so turning to the direction from which the noise had originated. He was met by a bright flash of blue, it hit him before he could make any move to protect himself. He yelped in surprise and was send crashing into a tree, his head was spinning and a sharp flash of pain spread through his head down his neck. Everything around him seemed distant and a wave of nausea hit him, there was a high pitched noise ringing through his head and it seemed like something was whizzing loudly. He shook his head, trying desperately to focus on something, Viresse, he needed his help! Another wave of nausea hit him as he tried to stand up, he crumpled to the ground feeling absolutely miserable, his body no longer obeying him. His vision was blurry but he was able to make out the vague outline of two men dragging a red-cloaked figure between them before the prince passed out.

Viresse was struggling and launching terrible words at the men dragging him. His left shoulder was throbbing in pain after being hit by magic but he could worry about that later. Once they had made it to the clearing he could see A’elin as he fainted. “No!” Viresse yelled as he thrashed around wildly, desperately wanting to run to the royal elf. He growled in anger, anger at his inability to do anything to protect his prince, anger at these men for attacking them and anger at himself for leaving his bow with the horses. He was roughly forced to his knees by the two men holding him, the guy on his left applying pressure to the aching shoulder. Viresse gasped in pain, trying his best to hide the fear and hurt he was in, he looked defiantly at the man who was no doubt their leader. “You should’ve fainted from the spell I cast on you, little elf.” The man said, a look on his face that Viresse did not trust. He felt like the sorcerer was eyeing him like he was an interesting puzzle to solve. “I guess you underestimated my resolve, magician.” The man chuckled. “Oh no I think that there’s something special about you and I intend to find out exactly what that is.” He turned to his men and said something in a language that Viresse did not speak. His arms were tightly bound together. The sorcerer was a wealthy man, judging by the carriage he travelled in. Viresse disliked carriages, even more now that he was tied up in one and had to share it with the man who was responsible for the current state of prince A’elin, who was still out cold, bound next to Viresse. The guard made a promise with himself that no matter what would happen, this man would not hurt A’elin.

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