Alphaleph
The Firstiest of First
Still better teacher than the replacement one that taught Louise and the rest.
"Mother, requesting permission to write about you?"
Noblesse Oblige [Znt/SI]
- Location
- Ireland
Think Karin didn't want it to happen as she was afraid that he was only doing it to marry above his station and raise up his dynasty.
However, due to Cat's illness it's probably impossible for her to survive having children. The fact that Wardes wants to marry in spite of this probably convinced Karin that he actually cares for Cat herself as marriage to her may end his line.
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Dragonskyt
Ashen one, hearest thou my voice, still?
- Location
- Kiln of the First Flame
"Mother, requesting permission to write about you?"
I wonder if she'll come if Henry held a presentation about her.
Heck, I would love to see a parents' day omake.
In which they proudly stand in the back of class, boasting about their children with other parents.
- Location
- Brazil
Yep, best affinity is best affinity.
Soon the fact that Shade has an enormous affinity with Wind, like dear Ol' Mama, will be broadcasted to everyone in the class.
- Location
- Canada
Wait a minute.
This is a shadenight story...
Where is the angst? The Diabolus Ex Machina? The relentless force of Anti-Life seeking to destroy all the protagonist holds near and dear in a manner reminiscent of the author of Berserk?
It's not here. Where is it?
I'm confused and scared.
This is a shadenight story...
Where is the angst? The Diabolus Ex Machina? The relentless force of Anti-Life seeking to destroy all the protagonist holds near and dear in a manner reminiscent of the author of Berserk?
It's not here. Where is it?
I'm confused and scared.
- Location
- Dual citizen of SV&SB
Oh, didn't you realize?
~Its behind you~
- Location
- America
Be it Water or Wind affinity, we know he'd be able to kill someone silently.
Embolism is a deadly thing after all.
Silent but deadly, like a fart. Nothing there one moment, and then you're dying.
- Location
- Mountains and rivers
Not sure how you missed that. Are you reassured yet?tags said:
… I really don't know why this made me laugh. Am I still so childish as to laugh at fart jokes?
*ponders the futility of existence*
Madou Sutegobana
Autocorrupt has been disabled.
- Location
- Twin Realms Mandala
There is a timer ticking down the allotted hours of the world.
Little Sis will be burdened with magic that doesn't work by the rules she knows, and only unlocks under dire need.
The believed optimal solution is to appease the earth with the blood of innocents as reparations for the destruction of monsters. Little Sis is one of those marked for payment.
I think there is enough Angst if you look to the horizon, enjoy the calm before the storm.
Does dubbing that professor the Snape equivalent mean Henry'll be unprepared when he turns out to be an antagonist?
Little Sis will be burdened with magic that doesn't work by the rules she knows, and only unlocks under dire need.
The believed optimal solution is to appease the earth with the blood of innocents as reparations for the destruction of monsters. Little Sis is one of those marked for payment.
I think there is enough Angst if you look to the horizon, enjoy the calm before the storm.
Does dubbing that professor the Snape equivalent mean Henry'll be unprepared when he turns out to be an antagonist?
Retsof
I will keep you safe.
Heeeeehehehe she's pervy too!
- Location
- Kansas
So if you are Wardes's best friend, does that mean the Bro Code make you obligated to smack the stupid out of him if he does something dumb like try to join a idiotic revolution?
Uxion
The Slightly Less Depressed
- Location
- Personal Hell
More importantly, where is the shipping?
- Location
- Dreary ol' London Town
Shade requested no shipping as they're pretty much too young.
Uxion
The Slightly Less Depressed
- Location
- Personal Hell
... Has that ever stopped anyone?
Rukatin
Malfunctioning NPC at best
- Location
- Land of Confusion
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Do we need to post the song?
- Location
- The Surface Of A Hostile Planet
None of the characters we've seen so far are for lewds! Shame on all of you!
- Location
- Postcard from the Root
We're still in the "building your hope" stage of the Shade-cycle. This is to lull us into a state of denial so the grimdark hits us harder later. For example, Henry will probably get his Hippogriff, right before it's brutally murdered by the traitorous Wardes.
no no, that would be too obvious, instead louise will accidentally make it explode all over Henry for maximum trauma.We're still in the "building your hope" stage of the Shade-cycle. This is to lull us into a state of denial so the grimdark hits us harder later. For example, Henry will probably get his Hippogriff, right before it's brutally murdered by the traitorous Wardes.
InfiniteDaze
Too lazy to leave the house
- Location
- I wish I could stay
"My brother always hated me!"
"Do you know why?"
"SHE BRUTALLY MURDERED THE ONE THING I HAD WANTED FOR MOST OF MY FUCKING LIFE!"
Chapter Twenty-Two
- Location
- https://discord.gg/z9tBvbh
Chapter Twenty-Two
The world wasn't my oyster, but Tristania would be. Familiarizing myself with the layouts of the city would be easy, but rather than do it alone and risk suffering from my hubris, I decided to take the chance and head there with Wardes as a sort of tourist guide. He had been to the capital far more times than me -at least, in a visitor's way. Honestly, my life and that of my sisters had been pretty sheltered. This was the first time I saw the capital as anything more than passing background beyond the window of a carriage, for example.
We had left the horses at a stable near the gates of the city, and paid a pittance to have them stored for the rest of the day. We had an early morning, a lunch and an afternoon to go about exploring the city.
"Wouldn't want to take away too much of your time, Jean-Jacques," I said with a sigh. "Seriously though, tell me if I'm being a nuisance."
"On the contrary," Wardes replied, "I am also hoping you might help me choose a suitable gift for your sister." I hummed, and then grinned. There was no need to tell me something like that, Jean-Jacques. We both know you know that Cattleya would be happy with anything as long as it dealt with animals. Be it a book on them, a set of cute earrings, a puppy of sorts, a stuffed animal or anything equally valid.
"You know she likes anything you gift her," I pointed out as we began to walk on the main street of Tristania. "I reckon she might enjoy something that isn't a live animal this time around, but once more, you are her fiance. Gift her what you believe makes her happy, I'll simply make loud noises if you're off track." I hummed. "Though there is something that I think would be so awfully cute it would make me feel sick inside from the sheer amount of sweetness."
"I dreadfully await your verdict, brother-in-law," Jean-Jacques said. "And fear it all the same."
"You have your familiar now, don't you, Jean-Jacques?" I pointed out. "And it's a Griffin, isn't it?"
"Yes?" Jean-Jacques said. "I have been forewarned not to let you ride it, Henry, and I cherish my head on my shoulders just as much as everyone else." I bristled, and then huffed, shaking my head in disbelief.
"You betray me to my mother like this, Jean-Jacques? Very well, still, I am a merciful friend. Buy a diary, have some cute animals drawn on its cover, and then write on it what you did during the day before handing it over to your griffin, who will then bring it to my sister who, in turn, shall do the same on her side before sending it back. I think we can call it an exchange diary of sorts," I tapped my chin. "The thought of the amount of love you might pour into it makes my teeth rot, but I am sure it would be found as something terrifyingly sweet by my sister."
Wardes did not laugh at my suggestion, but simply turned thoughtful. "That is...quite the novel idea," he said in the end. "I do not particularly need my Griffin with the classes-and he could certainly use the exercise and the training of flying by night. I would need to set it up, but..." he smiled, "You are, as always, wise beyond your years, Henry."
"I do my best, Jean-Jacques, I do my best. Though, as always, break my sister's heart and I will break your bones. All of them. Slowly. One at the time." I said with a smile, making Wardes misstep his next step, only to nervously laugh and shake his head.
"Perhaps we should work on your humor a bit?" he hazarded.
"My humor works fine," I said with a chirp, "That wasn't humor, Jean-Jacques. It was a solemn promise," I nodded. "Still, I was wondering about getting training swordwand like the ones I had at home. Mother did not let me pack them because she feared I might skewer someone with them-though it was all needless worry on her part," I said as I looked around for a weapon shop. The streets weren't really filled with people, which made it easier to navigate them, even if as nobles, commoners naturally moved aside to let us pass.
As Wardes stopped near a shop that apparently sold books, and even made them, I looked around and memorized the road. I hadn't been completely honest with Wardes, but then again, why would I admit to anyone that my plan was to come back here with a hair-dye spell on my hair in order to get the first batch of books published and sold? Sending a messenger would be troublesome, because it would mean having a weak link that could be exploited by unscrupulous people to find out about me.
On the other hand, as a mage myself, I had my ways of running away -even if it involved levitating out of a window or breaking my way through the walls. Still, I hadn't even finished The Lion Princess yet, so mine was merely a scouting ahead phase of my great master plan.
As Jean-Jacques finished his business, and showed me the local blacksmith for nobles -with the steepest prices I had ever seen- and the alchemist, we kept moving along through most of the city. It would take me more than one trip to memorize the layout of everything, but I didn't complain. I had time.
"You look thoughtful, Henry," Jean-Jacques said. "And if I may be honest-that scares me."
I chuckled and shook my head, "Nothing of the sort, Jean-Jacques. Just thinking about my runic name," I pointed out. "It's at the end of the first year, isn't it?"
"Well, is that so? You shouldn't worry about that-just show what you have learned the best, and it will come naturally." Wardes was called The Lightning because as a show of end year, he linked two air elements together and wowed the crowd of gathered students and teachers with a lightning bolt. The name had been pretty much decided on the spot. The name didn't have to necessarily be linked to an element. Eleonore was The Iron Lady because, while she did flawless magic, she was also so strict her entire spine seemed made of iron.
"In my case, if it's not something proper, mother is going to punish me so hard they'll hear my screams on the other side of the Sahara," I said, my eyebrows twitching slightly.
"Cattleya did mention your mother said something about punishment if your name revolved around feathers," Jean-Jacques said with a chuckle of his own, "but I am sure it will not come to it."
I laughed, and inwardly cringed. If I ended up being called something like The feather lord, mother would kill me.
"Oh," I said as I stopped suddenly, after more than three hours of travel, "They sell exotic goods?" I was looking through a large window at the display within, herbs of various forms on display, but none caught my interest. "From beyond the Sahara, imported at great difficulties," I snorted, "How much of it is fake, I wonder?"
Jean-Jacques raised an eyebrow as he stopped in turn, "Would you like to go inside?"
"Why not," I said with a shrug, "perhaps they might have something interesting all the same," and with that said, I pushed open the door of the dingy looking shop. The thick smell of incense made my head spin around lightly, even as I grabbed hold of my breath to slow it down. Behind the counter, a young looking man smiled at our entrance.
"Ah-my lords, welcome to Lorenzo's Exotic Goods, has something caught your interest?" as he asked that, he moved away from the counter. "We have all sorts of exotic instruments and tools-" and I could see it. The shop wasn't small by any means, but it was packed with stuff. Shelves were filled with various toys and mechanical carillons, there were open chests with exotic looking clothes and robes, and weapons that seemed of Indian or Japanese fabrication hung loosely from the walls.
"For a young strapping man such as yourself, I might suggest a sword? They come from-" my eyes gingerly moved past the old looking gramophone covered in runes and drawings -probably from Rub Al Khali- and then centered on a large glass cylinder, which was filled with reddish berries of sorts.
"That," I said quite calmly, pointing at the red berries. "How much?"
"Oh-These are quite the product. They're quite used in Rub to keep people awake even in the middle of the night-but I must warn you they can be quite addictive, why, once you start, you'd never want to stop," I hummed thoughtfully. If only he had kept quiet about the addictive effects of the stuff, I could have bought it without Wardes remarking on it. Now, I had no choice but to shake my head. Stupid merchant, learn how to read the mood before opening your mouth! "And those over there?" I looked at leaves in another glass jar, to which the merchant answered quite primly this time around.
"Oh, these are tea leaves from the far land of Rub too. They're quite strong, it is an acquired taste, but quite enjoyable with a drop of milk and honey."
"How much for a pot of the stuff?"
If I couldn't get the coffee beans, then I'd have to go with the local equivalent of strong tea, I reckoned. But I'd be back, if not for the coffee, to find out who actually brought him the stuff. It could be pretty much that he had an elf partner, or if he didn't, that he had people who in turn knew an elf. It wasn't like elves weren't present in the world -they were simply content in staying in the Sahara, but sometimes a few did take a trip around the lands outside of it, and some less than holy nobles would employ them to build things -like a castle in Gallia- since with their magic, they could build them pretty easily.
Also, it hadn't yet happened, but I knew that in Albion, the brother of the King had an affair with an elf mistress. How would the brother of a king find himself an elf mistress, if there weren't any elves simply walking around? Elves had nothing to fear from just showing up at the doors of powerful nobles -since they were far more powerful than the nobles in question- and offering their services.
At the same time, they looked for signs of Void users, and once found, they turned them mad. Since they usually were royalty, and since the people considered their royals as the descendants of Brimir, and thus holy figures they prayed to, it was obvious that elves were seen not just as simple devils, but as something far more terrifying. If you pray to a descendant of a holy figure, but then he ends up mad, the fault is clearly to be attributed to an evil devil -not just any mortal- and so the hatred for elves was far darker than one might expect.
As we stepped out of the shop, my hands clutching the small bag of strong tea leaves, Wardes turned thoughtful.
"Didn't you remark how most of his stuff would be fake before entering?" he asked. "Still, you left a pretty amount of money for that pouch."
"I have an eye for things, Jean-Jacques," I said wisely. "I might even add that I see further than most others," I smiled. "And I've got myself some tea. I'll have it prepared and then drink it later tonight."
"You won't sleep if you do that," Jean-Jacques pointed out.
"That's good then," I replied softly, "Sleep is for the weak after all."
Jean-Jacques said nothing, but he didn't look pleased with my affirmation.
Be thankful, Jean-Jacques. I have not yet decided to play my card of ignorance and offhandedly suggest we grab a bite at the Fairy Charming Inn. But don't tempt me, Jean-Jacques.
I can be a very troll-like individual if you tempt me.
The world wasn't my oyster, but Tristania would be. Familiarizing myself with the layouts of the city would be easy, but rather than do it alone and risk suffering from my hubris, I decided to take the chance and head there with Wardes as a sort of tourist guide. He had been to the capital far more times than me -at least, in a visitor's way. Honestly, my life and that of my sisters had been pretty sheltered. This was the first time I saw the capital as anything more than passing background beyond the window of a carriage, for example.
We had left the horses at a stable near the gates of the city, and paid a pittance to have them stored for the rest of the day. We had an early morning, a lunch and an afternoon to go about exploring the city.
"Wouldn't want to take away too much of your time, Jean-Jacques," I said with a sigh. "Seriously though, tell me if I'm being a nuisance."
"On the contrary," Wardes replied, "I am also hoping you might help me choose a suitable gift for your sister." I hummed, and then grinned. There was no need to tell me something like that, Jean-Jacques. We both know you know that Cattleya would be happy with anything as long as it dealt with animals. Be it a book on them, a set of cute earrings, a puppy of sorts, a stuffed animal or anything equally valid.
"You know she likes anything you gift her," I pointed out as we began to walk on the main street of Tristania. "I reckon she might enjoy something that isn't a live animal this time around, but once more, you are her fiance. Gift her what you believe makes her happy, I'll simply make loud noises if you're off track." I hummed. "Though there is something that I think would be so awfully cute it would make me feel sick inside from the sheer amount of sweetness."
"I dreadfully await your verdict, brother-in-law," Jean-Jacques said. "And fear it all the same."
"You have your familiar now, don't you, Jean-Jacques?" I pointed out. "And it's a Griffin, isn't it?"
"Yes?" Jean-Jacques said. "I have been forewarned not to let you ride it, Henry, and I cherish my head on my shoulders just as much as everyone else." I bristled, and then huffed, shaking my head in disbelief.
"You betray me to my mother like this, Jean-Jacques? Very well, still, I am a merciful friend. Buy a diary, have some cute animals drawn on its cover, and then write on it what you did during the day before handing it over to your griffin, who will then bring it to my sister who, in turn, shall do the same on her side before sending it back. I think we can call it an exchange diary of sorts," I tapped my chin. "The thought of the amount of love you might pour into it makes my teeth rot, but I am sure it would be found as something terrifyingly sweet by my sister."
Wardes did not laugh at my suggestion, but simply turned thoughtful. "That is...quite the novel idea," he said in the end. "I do not particularly need my Griffin with the classes-and he could certainly use the exercise and the training of flying by night. I would need to set it up, but..." he smiled, "You are, as always, wise beyond your years, Henry."
"I do my best, Jean-Jacques, I do my best. Though, as always, break my sister's heart and I will break your bones. All of them. Slowly. One at the time." I said with a smile, making Wardes misstep his next step, only to nervously laugh and shake his head.
"Perhaps we should work on your humor a bit?" he hazarded.
"My humor works fine," I said with a chirp, "That wasn't humor, Jean-Jacques. It was a solemn promise," I nodded. "Still, I was wondering about getting training swordwand like the ones I had at home. Mother did not let me pack them because she feared I might skewer someone with them-though it was all needless worry on her part," I said as I looked around for a weapon shop. The streets weren't really filled with people, which made it easier to navigate them, even if as nobles, commoners naturally moved aside to let us pass.
As Wardes stopped near a shop that apparently sold books, and even made them, I looked around and memorized the road. I hadn't been completely honest with Wardes, but then again, why would I admit to anyone that my plan was to come back here with a hair-dye spell on my hair in order to get the first batch of books published and sold? Sending a messenger would be troublesome, because it would mean having a weak link that could be exploited by unscrupulous people to find out about me.
On the other hand, as a mage myself, I had my ways of running away -even if it involved levitating out of a window or breaking my way through the walls. Still, I hadn't even finished The Lion Princess yet, so mine was merely a scouting ahead phase of my great master plan.
As Jean-Jacques finished his business, and showed me the local blacksmith for nobles -with the steepest prices I had ever seen- and the alchemist, we kept moving along through most of the city. It would take me more than one trip to memorize the layout of everything, but I didn't complain. I had time.
"You look thoughtful, Henry," Jean-Jacques said. "And if I may be honest-that scares me."
I chuckled and shook my head, "Nothing of the sort, Jean-Jacques. Just thinking about my runic name," I pointed out. "It's at the end of the first year, isn't it?"
"Well, is that so? You shouldn't worry about that-just show what you have learned the best, and it will come naturally." Wardes was called The Lightning because as a show of end year, he linked two air elements together and wowed the crowd of gathered students and teachers with a lightning bolt. The name had been pretty much decided on the spot. The name didn't have to necessarily be linked to an element. Eleonore was The Iron Lady because, while she did flawless magic, she was also so strict her entire spine seemed made of iron.
"In my case, if it's not something proper, mother is going to punish me so hard they'll hear my screams on the other side of the Sahara," I said, my eyebrows twitching slightly.
"Cattleya did mention your mother said something about punishment if your name revolved around feathers," Jean-Jacques said with a chuckle of his own, "but I am sure it will not come to it."
I laughed, and inwardly cringed. If I ended up being called something like The feather lord, mother would kill me.
"Oh," I said as I stopped suddenly, after more than three hours of travel, "They sell exotic goods?" I was looking through a large window at the display within, herbs of various forms on display, but none caught my interest. "From beyond the Sahara, imported at great difficulties," I snorted, "How much of it is fake, I wonder?"
Jean-Jacques raised an eyebrow as he stopped in turn, "Would you like to go inside?"
"Why not," I said with a shrug, "perhaps they might have something interesting all the same," and with that said, I pushed open the door of the dingy looking shop. The thick smell of incense made my head spin around lightly, even as I grabbed hold of my breath to slow it down. Behind the counter, a young looking man smiled at our entrance.
"Ah-my lords, welcome to Lorenzo's Exotic Goods, has something caught your interest?" as he asked that, he moved away from the counter. "We have all sorts of exotic instruments and tools-" and I could see it. The shop wasn't small by any means, but it was packed with stuff. Shelves were filled with various toys and mechanical carillons, there were open chests with exotic looking clothes and robes, and weapons that seemed of Indian or Japanese fabrication hung loosely from the walls.
"For a young strapping man such as yourself, I might suggest a sword? They come from-" my eyes gingerly moved past the old looking gramophone covered in runes and drawings -probably from Rub Al Khali- and then centered on a large glass cylinder, which was filled with reddish berries of sorts.
"That," I said quite calmly, pointing at the red berries. "How much?"
"Oh-These are quite the product. They're quite used in Rub to keep people awake even in the middle of the night-but I must warn you they can be quite addictive, why, once you start, you'd never want to stop," I hummed thoughtfully. If only he had kept quiet about the addictive effects of the stuff, I could have bought it without Wardes remarking on it. Now, I had no choice but to shake my head. Stupid merchant, learn how to read the mood before opening your mouth! "And those over there?" I looked at leaves in another glass jar, to which the merchant answered quite primly this time around.
"Oh, these are tea leaves from the far land of Rub too. They're quite strong, it is an acquired taste, but quite enjoyable with a drop of milk and honey."
"How much for a pot of the stuff?"
If I couldn't get the coffee beans, then I'd have to go with the local equivalent of strong tea, I reckoned. But I'd be back, if not for the coffee, to find out who actually brought him the stuff. It could be pretty much that he had an elf partner, or if he didn't, that he had people who in turn knew an elf. It wasn't like elves weren't present in the world -they were simply content in staying in the Sahara, but sometimes a few did take a trip around the lands outside of it, and some less than holy nobles would employ them to build things -like a castle in Gallia- since with their magic, they could build them pretty easily.
Also, it hadn't yet happened, but I knew that in Albion, the brother of the King had an affair with an elf mistress. How would the brother of a king find himself an elf mistress, if there weren't any elves simply walking around? Elves had nothing to fear from just showing up at the doors of powerful nobles -since they were far more powerful than the nobles in question- and offering their services.
At the same time, they looked for signs of Void users, and once found, they turned them mad. Since they usually were royalty, and since the people considered their royals as the descendants of Brimir, and thus holy figures they prayed to, it was obvious that elves were seen not just as simple devils, but as something far more terrifying. If you pray to a descendant of a holy figure, but then he ends up mad, the fault is clearly to be attributed to an evil devil -not just any mortal- and so the hatred for elves was far darker than one might expect.
As we stepped out of the shop, my hands clutching the small bag of strong tea leaves, Wardes turned thoughtful.
"Didn't you remark how most of his stuff would be fake before entering?" he asked. "Still, you left a pretty amount of money for that pouch."
"I have an eye for things, Jean-Jacques," I said wisely. "I might even add that I see further than most others," I smiled. "And I've got myself some tea. I'll have it prepared and then drink it later tonight."
"You won't sleep if you do that," Jean-Jacques pointed out.
"That's good then," I replied softly, "Sleep is for the weak after all."
Jean-Jacques said nothing, but he didn't look pleased with my affirmation.
Be thankful, Jean-Jacques. I have not yet decided to play my card of ignorance and offhandedly suggest we grab a bite at the Fairy Charming Inn. But don't tempt me, Jean-Jacques.
I can be a very troll-like individual if you tempt me.
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JoJa
So close to awesome, but only a bootleg
So we're never going to see you play out the Tristain-equivalent of School of Rock?