TIMESTAMP: Solace 11, Glade 123
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Still crouching like a little gargoyle atop the the largest of the little hobbled together shelters, Hector would pull back the fabric of his sleeve, thick in texture and deep black in color, revealing the soft light of a lunicite dragonshard mounted seamlessly into the wrist of a rather ornate looking gauntlet. The thing was a complex piece of jewelry, delicate metal extending down the back of his hand like shimmering bones, ending in connection with silvery rings on each of the elf’s fingers aside from his thumb. The point, however, was to utilize the pale moonlight provided by the shard.
Lit by this aetherial glow, Hector would give the notably bewildered Ivar a cheery sort of smile. Channeling aether through the shard, it would glow ever the brighter, now rivaling the brightness of ivar’s illumite. While he did this, he’d willed his blood to trickle into a small puddle in front of the man and, abruptly, a sharp spike of metal would make manifest, shooting from the ground before him and piercing nothing, dissipating just as quickly.
“That’s what happened,” he’d say by way of vague explanation, one followed by an impish sort of giggle.
“And yes– your perception of time is correct, I just move quick and am well practiced,” he said with a shrug.
Working with Vergil and both of them being of equal competence with their respective skill sets, Hector was genuinely prone to forgetting how intimidating his prowess could come across as to some. Ivar possessed some competence with Traversion, but that wasn’t a directly offensive magic (it could be used aggressively, but it was nevertheless utility), and the man worked in the trade of information– it was a little silly of Hector to have assumed he’d shrug off his magic, particularly because the esoteric nature thereof was notably stranger than seeing, say, a master Elementalist’s obliteration of a target with fire or earth.
Vergil’s weapon might appear as if it was absorbing the blood it had spilt, but that could’ve also been a trick of the light– who could tell, really? Nevertheless, he’d sheath it, surveying the bodies around him that Ivar had nicked and Hector had broken.
On the ground a few feet in front of the main structure Hector sat atop was one that wasn’t quite dead, however. Sensing the life within it through the perception provided by his own blood, he’d left the spike that’d impaled it intact. Vergil would walk to approach it, an inquisitive tilt to his head.
The zombie was a scared looking woman, one who, remarkably, was pristine in comparison to the rot that surrounded them. She bore features of a Kalzasern native, pale skin, dark hair, and deep, amber eyes. It was clear she was dead, but clearer still was the fact that she must’ve turned into this state recently. The younger vampyr perched above was quite curious and he’d leap down, the swirling mist of his Aidolon thickening into spectral hands that, gripping him, slowed his fall along with an odd flurry of...feathers? Strange as this looked, it was elegant all the same.
Poking at the girl’s shoulder with an almost avian tilt to his head, “...and how’d you end up here?”
Vergil’s eyes would narrow at the sheer lack of sensitivity with which the boy had asked that, but he’d say nothing for the moment– Hector wasn’t being needlessly cruel.
Lit by this aetherial glow, Hector would give the notably bewildered Ivar a cheery sort of smile. Channeling aether through the shard, it would glow ever the brighter, now rivaling the brightness of ivar’s illumite. While he did this, he’d willed his blood to trickle into a small puddle in front of the man and, abruptly, a sharp spike of metal would make manifest, shooting from the ground before him and piercing nothing, dissipating just as quickly.
“That’s what happened,” he’d say by way of vague explanation, one followed by an impish sort of giggle.
“And yes– your perception of time is correct, I just move quick and am well practiced,” he said with a shrug.
Working with Vergil and both of them being of equal competence with their respective skill sets, Hector was genuinely prone to forgetting how intimidating his prowess could come across as to some. Ivar possessed some competence with Traversion, but that wasn’t a directly offensive magic (it could be used aggressively, but it was nevertheless utility), and the man worked in the trade of information– it was a little silly of Hector to have assumed he’d shrug off his magic, particularly because the esoteric nature thereof was notably stranger than seeing, say, a master Elementalist’s obliteration of a target with fire or earth.
Vergil’s weapon might appear as if it was absorbing the blood it had spilt, but that could’ve also been a trick of the light– who could tell, really? Nevertheless, he’d sheath it, surveying the bodies around him that Ivar had nicked and Hector had broken.
On the ground a few feet in front of the main structure Hector sat atop was one that wasn’t quite dead, however. Sensing the life within it through the perception provided by his own blood, he’d left the spike that’d impaled it intact. Vergil would walk to approach it, an inquisitive tilt to his head.
The zombie was a scared looking woman, one who, remarkably, was pristine in comparison to the rot that surrounded them. She bore features of a Kalzasern native, pale skin, dark hair, and deep, amber eyes. It was clear she was dead, but clearer still was the fact that she must’ve turned into this state recently. The younger vampyr perched above was quite curious and he’d leap down, the swirling mist of his Aidolon thickening into spectral hands that, gripping him, slowed his fall along with an odd flurry of...feathers? Strange as this looked, it was elegant all the same.
Poking at the girl’s shoulder with an almost avian tilt to his head, “...and how’d you end up here?”
Vergil’s eyes would narrow at the sheer lack of sensitivity with which the boy had asked that, but he’d say nothing for the moment– Hector wasn’t being needlessly cruel.
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Aidolon Speech
"Kathalan Tongue/Speech"
"Vallenor Tongue/Speech"
"Common Tongue/Speech"
"Mythrasi Tongue/Speech"
