The Heart of Ocean [RP Thread] | Roleplay

@Ragnaroc {I do not mind! I will do the same.}

Xkanji was silent as Mär spoke. They had stilled, not turning until he finished, silver eyes boring into the god’s, although their striking stare did not seem vacant. All they saw was black and white, so his bold features held no distinction to the god.

“Mär,” they greeted, voice calm and vibrant, not quite deep, but rich as the planes of their dark skin. “I see you have been of good health.” The comment hung in the air, equally scathing and pleasant, a scattered tone of duality. They seemed virtually unaffected by his last remark, although it was hard to tell- even the jests of such a god were hard to read.

“My absence is not of your concern,” they dismissed lightly. Xkanji was not a personal, open god such as Mär, yet if pressured, they’d admit they did find the god’s company easing at times- irritating at others. They lightened their tone afterwards. “But I have heard of the rumors that struck this world. Tell me, has a Gaurdian truly fallen?”

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@Ragnaroc {I do not mind! I will do the same.}

Xkanji was silent as Mär spoke. They had stilled, not turning until he finished, silver eyes boring into the god’s, although their striking stare did not seem vacant. All they saw was black and white, so his bold features held no distinction to the god.

“Mär,” they greeted, voice calm and vibrant, not quite deep, but rich as the planes of their dark skin. “I see you have been of good health.” The comment hung in the air, equally scathing and pleasant, a scattered tone of duality. They seemed virtually unaffected by his last remark, although it was hard to tell- even the jests of such a god were hard to read.

“My absence is not of your concern,” they dismissed lightly. Xkanji was not a personal, open god such as Mär, yet if pressured, they’d admit they did find the god’s company easing at times- irritating at others. They lightened their tone afterwards. “But I have heard of the rumors that struck this world. Tell me, has a Gaurdian truly fallen?”

Last edited on Oct 15, 2018 15:33:45 by MessoremMortis

Andrach lay sprawled out on the colossal ice berg, its gradient sloping so that her head was higher than the rest of her body. Her black-grey leathery skin seemed to gleam an iridescent hue in the sunlight. She seemed serene and peaceful for a 80foot overgrown sea monster that resembled the body of a seal along with twin narwhal tusks protruding her forehead. Her dark skin contrasted against the white grey ice perfectly as night and day. Every now and then she would lol her head from side to side to get the best coverage from the early afternoon sun, which made the gulls perching on the tusks tum to flee in surprise that their bench was not inanimate.

She loved baking in the sun. Due to her warm blooded body, she needed to bask a lot. She was sufficiently protected against the cold, however a girl could relish in the heat as well.

She was the Guardian of the Antarctic. Everything moves slower here. The reason for that was that most of the vegetation – if any- lied frozen beneath meters of solid ice. What can be salvaged from this harsh terrain are some fish and other rare items. For some biological reason, when you were cold, your body also tended to be slower. For all of this she had a definite upper hand. In her domain, she might have been the fastest from the creatures, due to her being used to the cold. In other areas of the oceans she would be considered the slowest for her size.

It was a quiet day, quieter than usual in the Antarctic ocean. Andrach hated these type of days. These were the kind of days that she would be confronted with the past, with the all too familiar gaze of her deceased brother behind closed lids, and the nagging tug at the back of her mind telling her all kinds of things she would rather not think about.

Not even sea monsters wanted to dwell her waters on a day like today. Her eyes moved to stare at the storm clouds rolling in from the south. It would certainly snow later, and all the ice would be covered in a carpet of cotton soft sheet of wintery bliss. If anything, Andrach loved and appreciated how the snow could come down and wash all the impurities down; make them pure again.

She stuck her carpalled fin into the ocean suface. A couple of stray toothfish swam out of the way slightly startled. Their grey shapes scattering in the water were her only means of entertainment. A part of her wished for a sea creature to just swim into her territory so she’d have something to do. She sighed. The sound that carried from her large lunge were exaggerated. Her siblings got all the fun.

She gracefully rolled to her side and slid off of the drifting piece of ice. She had a meeting to get to. She briskly moved through the dark murky Antarctic waters. These currents were all too familiar to her. She knew every crevice, shortcut and glacier.

She swam to where the palace was located. She stripped herself of her seal leather and instead was enveloped with a long thick dress and fur hooded cape to which she comfortably snuggled into. A playful grin edged on her lips. Some of her siblings might be here already, and she’s been missing them – some of them. Thankful for the meeting being held in the Antarctic this time, she skipped down the long hallway. She hated leaving her domain unprotected, as she never took kindly to raider ships or sea monsters.

The rays of harsh sunlight beat strong on Esme. Her small fishing boat swayed on the waters. If she wasn’t used to how it rocked her it might have caused her great nausea as it had in the beginning when she’d just started her journey as a fisherman. The skin on her shoulders and cheeks objected to this scrupulous condition she put them through. But she could not afford the expensive ointments that protected ones skin from the sun.

Nearing the shore, she hauled her nets in. It’s been a slow day, and she caught barely enough to feed her own family of four others and herself. She eyed her catch of the day. Life was hard when you were the provider for a large family.

She docked by the shipyard and fastened her boat. Loading the haul over her small shoulders, she made her way up the steep cobble steps to here her home was. As Murphy’s law had it, she’d been home for barely twenty minutes and the sun started disappearing and rain clouds were rolling in. This would have been much kinder if this could have happened earlier.

She stopped close to her home. It reeked of fish too. The all too familiar daisies and dandelions played tag to see who could stand taller close to the front door. Out back, there was a prosperous pumpkin patch with a streak of green beans next to it. Gustav came running from behind the house, young Kasper short on his tail. Kasper had found the decomposing body of a lizard in the back yard and was pestering his refined brother. Gustav much preferred to garden and he did a good job of that too. This year they might even get to sell some of his produce at the market.

Grabbing the two boys apart, Esme hugged each one to either side of her after she dropped the bag of fish on the cement steps. “Now, now-“ she started.
“He started it!” Gustav exclaimed.
“No he started it, with his uppity nose’n air attitude about his plants, he did!” Kasper defended.
“I don’t care who started it, I’ll finish it”. With that, she gave both boys a loving kiss on top of their heads. “Where’s your sisters?”, she asked before they could wriggle out from her grip, not paying attention much to the question. She wasn’t going to get more out of them. Kasper rubbed over his head like he’d just gotten cooties. Gustav just blushed and ran back behind the large shrub at the back of their home, probably to tend to their garden.

Esme shook her head and called after them “Make sure you boys wash up before supper!”, she shouted, sure that they’d be within hearing distance as she again picked up her bag with fish and made for the house. Upon entering the front door, she found Anabel by the fireplace with Sophie on her lap. Sophie was playing with a large piece of off colored pink wool. Anabel simply smiled at her older sister whomst gave both of them a kiss on the head in greeting. It was a thing their mother did as a child and it rubbed off on Esme. “I hope you’re hungry for some fresh hake tonight!” she tried. Making it sound a lot more exaggeratedly exciting than it really was. They had hake most evenings, and it was nothing new.

Anabel hopped off of the chair, placing Sophie carefully on the ground. “You won’t believe the kinds of mushroom I found today, Es” Her hazel eyes sparkled at the sight of Esme cleaving open the fish and gutting it. She yearned to learn how to do that as well, though she understood that she was not to touch a knife while being so young. “Sophie has eaten some of it, but there’s still more than enough for all of us!”

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Andrach lay sprawled out on the colossal ice berg, its gradient sloping so that her head was higher than the rest of her body. Her black-grey leathery skin seemed to gleam an iridescent hue in the sunlight. She seemed serene and peaceful for a 80foot overgrown sea monster that resembled the body of a seal along with twin narwhal tusks protruding her forehead. Her dark skin contrasted against the white grey ice perfectly as night and day. Every now and then she would lol her head from side to side to get the best coverage from the early afternoon sun, which made the gulls perching on the tusks tum to flee in surprise that their bench was not inanimate.

She loved baking in the sun. Due to her warm blooded body, she needed to bask a lot. She was sufficiently protected against the cold, however a girl could relish in the heat as well.

She was the Guardian of the Antarctic. Everything moves slower here. The reason for that was that most of the vegetation – if any- lied frozen beneath meters of solid ice. What can be salvaged from this harsh terrain are some fish and other rare items. For some biological reason, when you were cold, your body also tended to be slower. For all of this she had a definite upper hand. In her domain, she might have been the fastest from the creatures, due to her being used to the cold. In other areas of the oceans she would be considered the slowest for her size.

It was a quiet day, quieter than usual in the Antarctic ocean. Andrach hated these type of days. These were the kind of days that she would be confronted with the past, with the all too familiar gaze of her deceased brother behind closed lids, and the nagging tug at the back of her mind telling her all kinds of things she would rather not think about.

Not even sea monsters wanted to dwell her waters on a day like today. Her eyes moved to stare at the storm clouds rolling in from the south. It would certainly snow later, and all the ice would be covered in a carpet of cotton soft sheet of wintery bliss. If anything, Andrach loved and appreciated how the snow could come down and wash all the impurities down; make them pure again.

She stuck her carpalled fin into the ocean suface. A couple of stray toothfish swam out of the way slightly startled. Their grey shapes scattering in the water were her only means of entertainment. A part of her wished for a sea creature to just swim into her territory so she’d have something to do. She sighed. The sound that carried from her large lunge were exaggerated. Her siblings got all the fun.

She gracefully rolled to her side and slid off of the drifting piece of ice. She had a meeting to get to. She briskly moved through the dark murky Antarctic waters. These currents were all too familiar to her. She knew every crevice, shortcut and glacier.

She swam to where the palace was located. She stripped herself of her seal leather and instead was enveloped with a long thick dress and fur hooded cape to which she comfortably snuggled into. A playful grin edged on her lips. Some of her siblings might be here already, and she’s been missing them – some of them. Thankful for the meeting being held in the Antarctic this time, she skipped down the long hallway. She hated leaving her domain unprotected, as she never took kindly to raider ships or sea monsters.

The rays of harsh sunlight beat strong on Esme. Her small fishing boat swayed on the waters. If she wasn’t used to how it rocked her it might have caused her great nausea as it had in the beginning when she’d just started her journey as a fisherman. The skin on her shoulders and cheeks objected to this scrupulous condition she put them through. But she could not afford the expensive ointments that protected ones skin from the sun.

Nearing the shore, she hauled her nets in. It’s been a slow day, and she caught barely enough to feed her own family of four others and herself. She eyed her catch of the day. Life was hard when you were the provider for a large family.

She docked by the shipyard and fastened her boat. Loading the haul over her small shoulders, she made her way up the steep cobble steps to here her home was. As Murphy’s law had it, she’d been home for barely twenty minutes and the sun started disappearing and rain clouds were rolling in. This would have been much kinder if this could have happened earlier.

She stopped close to her home. It reeked of fish too. The all too familiar daisies and dandelions played tag to see who could stand taller close to the front door. Out back, there was a prosperous pumpkin patch with a streak of green beans next to it. Gustav came running from behind the house, young Kasper short on his tail. Kasper had found the decomposing body of a lizard in the back yard and was pestering his refined brother. Gustav much preferred to garden and he did a good job of that too. This year they might even get to sell some of his produce at the market.

Grabbing the two boys apart, Esme hugged each one to either side of her after she dropped the bag of fish on the cement steps. “Now, now-“ she started.
“He started it!” Gustav exclaimed.
“No he started it, with his uppity nose’n air attitude about his plants, he did!” Kasper defended.
“I don’t care who started it, I’ll finish it”. With that, she gave both boys a loving kiss on top of their heads. “Where’s your sisters?”, she asked before they could wriggle out from her grip, not paying attention much to the question. She wasn’t going to get more out of them. Kasper rubbed over his head like he’d just gotten cooties. Gustav just blushed and ran back behind the large shrub at the back of their home, probably to tend to their garden.

Esme shook her head and called after them “Make sure you boys wash up before supper!”, she shouted, sure that they’d be within hearing distance as she again picked up her bag with fish and made for the house. Upon entering the front door, she found Anabel by the fireplace with Sophie on her lap. Sophie was playing with a large piece of off colored pink wool. Anabel simply smiled at her older sister whomst gave both of them a kiss on the head in greeting. It was a thing their mother did as a child and it rubbed off on Esme. “I hope you’re hungry for some fresh hake tonight!” she tried. Making it sound a lot more exaggeratedly exciting than it really was. They had hake most evenings, and it was nothing new.

Anabel hopped off of the chair, placing Sophie carefully on the ground. “You won’t believe the kinds of mushroom I found today, Es” Her hazel eyes sparkled at the sight of Esme cleaving open the fish and gutting it. She yearned to learn how to do that as well, though she understood that she was not to touch a knife while being so young. “Sophie has eaten some of it, but there’s still more than enough for all of us!”

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Felicity chuckled at the memory she hates being far from Anna not being able to protect her should anything happen. But she had important Business in Ameth that could not be ignored. She let her mind wander as she roamed the halls of the castle. She wish the meeting would start soon so she could get back to her home. She hates leaving that while she was gone they could be attacked and they would have no leader. “Uuugghhh,” she turned to the nearest survent who seemed startled by her sudden outburst. “When will the meeting start.” She grumbled rather unladylike for a queen. Though she did not care she only want off this island she much preferred the chill in the air that was home not this warmer wether. She watched the survent scamper off to find the answer to her question. She walked down the hall to the great library.
When she reached the library she slipped into it. She looked around at all the books the library here was smaller than the one at home. Buts that’s because she has tried to collect every book from all the kingdoms not just her’s. She walked over to the closest shelf and pulls a book of the shelf. One she very familiar with. One that was thought only to be in her kingdom. So how did a copy of it get here. She wondered the put the book into her satchel and walked out of the library and towards the great hall where the meeting will be taking place. When it starts she though annoyed.

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Felicity chuckled at the memory she hates being far from Anna not being able to protect her should anything happen. But she had important Business in Ameth that could not be ignored. She let her mind wander as she roamed the halls of the castle. She wish the meeting would start soon so she could get back to her home. She hates leaving that while she was gone they could be attacked and they would have no leader. “Uuugghhh,” she turned to the nearest survent who seemed startled by her sudden outburst. “When will the meeting start.” She grumbled rather unladylike for a queen. Though she did not care she only want off this island she much preferred the chill in the air that was home not this warmer wether. She watched the survent scamper off to find the answer to her question. She walked down the hall to the great library.
When she reached the library she slipped into it. She looked around at all the books the library here was smaller than the one at home. Buts that’s because she has tried to collect every book from all the kingdoms not just her’s. She walked over to the closest shelf and pulls a book of the shelf. One she very familiar with. One that was thought only to be in her kingdom. So how did a copy of it get here. She wondered the put the book into her satchel and walked out of the library and towards the great hall where the meeting will be taking place. When it starts she though annoyed.

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Calypso emitted a long and agonizing groan from her maw as she scoured the runes on the ocean floor. She simply couldn't focus on finding Andrach's palace when every suction cup on every tentacle was shriveling up like a prune due to the immense cold. Her body ached, and was starting to protest more and more noticeably, but she could finally see the entryway to the palace in the distance. She reached out with every ounce of strength in her, and pried open the door with her tentacles, shooting her body through the opening like a slingshot.

The inside was immediately warmer, cozy even. One could almost forget that the outside was completely surrounded by glaciers the size of mountains. She shrunk down in form so quickly that it felt like a cartoonish pop accompanying the motion would be fitting. She tied up her dreadlocks, flouncing though the corridor. Her armor clattered loudly. It was uncomfortable, but they did say it was a formal meeting. She could probably grin and bear it for an hour or so.

She was happy, yet nervous about seeing her siblings together in one place. She wouldn't be surprised if they'd started without her. When she entered the meeting room she took a shy bow, smiled in greeting, and plopped down beside Andrach.

"What'd I miss?" She whispered, chuckling nervously to fight off the knots in her stomach.

Aidan held out a hand to his mother, helping her gently out of the carriage. The queen was getting old, and her body agreed. Her arthritic knees popped loudly as her feet touched the ground.

"I'll take your mother to our cabin. The traders will arrive any moment now. As soon as you've welcomed them we'll be departing. Don't dally out here for too long." The king instructed.

The moment he turned away from Aidan, his face softened. He promptly lifted his queen in his arms, bridal style, and carried her up to their vessel. The queen laughed, her face turning red. She muttered to him softly, which made him laugh in turn. Two servants walked close behind them, each carrying a beautiful bouquet that Aidan had put together for the occasion. Luckily he had everything he needed on him to make them last until then. He gave them a passing glance, and sighed bitterly. They were beautiful, indeed.

But, Aidan's heart ached, and there was a coldness inside of him that he couldn't shake. He was in no mood for a boring royal meeting in Ameth, especially when it was disguised as a celebration which we could not attend, in order to drink and party his sorrows away.

"Maybe some time away will do you good, young master." The coachman of the carriage spoke softly, and maybe he was right, that is after all what did the trick before. With a quick nod he thanked the coachman and sent him away.

He breathed a lick of fire into his hands, and rubbed them warm. The icy wind blowing in from the sea seemed to cut right through him. He shrugged it off quickly, as the trade ships from Ameth pulled into the harbor. He stood ready to greet the traders with a charming smile. On the inside, he hoped just a little bit that whoever greeted him first was up for a chat. Just looking at the ships nauseated him, and he didn't want to think about the long trip ahead.

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Calypso emitted a long and agonizing groan from her maw as she scoured the runes on the ocean floor. She simply couldn't focus on finding Andrach's palace when every suction cup on every tentacle was shriveling up like a prune due to the immense cold. Her body ached, and was starting to protest more and more noticeably, but she could finally see the entryway to the palace in the distance. She reached out with every ounce of strength in her, and pried open the door with her tentacles, shooting her body through the opening like a slingshot.

The inside was immediately warmer, cozy even. One could almost forget that the outside was completely surrounded by glaciers the size of mountains. She shrunk down in form so quickly that it felt like a cartoonish pop accompanying the motion would be fitting. She tied up her dreadlocks, flouncing though the corridor. Her armor clattered loudly. It was uncomfortable, but they did say it was a formal meeting. She could probably grin and bear it for an hour or so.

She was happy, yet nervous about seeing her siblings together in one place. She wouldn't be surprised if they'd started without her. When she entered the meeting room she took a shy bow, smiled in greeting, and plopped down beside Andrach.

"What'd I miss?" She whispered, chuckling nervously to fight off the knots in her stomach.

Aidan held out a hand to his mother, helping her gently out of the carriage. The queen was getting old, and her body agreed. Her arthritic knees popped loudly as her feet touched the ground.

"I'll take your mother to our cabin. The traders will arrive any moment now. As soon as you've welcomed them we'll be departing. Don't dally out here for too long." The king instructed.

The moment he turned away from Aidan, his face softened. He promptly lifted his queen in his arms, bridal style, and carried her up to their vessel. The queen laughed, her face turning red. She muttered to him softly, which made him laugh in turn. Two servants walked close behind them, each carrying a beautiful bouquet that Aidan had put together for the occasion. Luckily he had everything he needed on him to make them last until then. He gave them a passing glance, and sighed bitterly. They were beautiful, indeed.

But, Aidan's heart ached, and there was a coldness inside of him that he couldn't shake. He was in no mood for a boring royal meeting in Ameth, especially when it was disguised as a celebration which we could not attend, in order to drink and party his sorrows away.

"Maybe some time away will do you good, young master." The coachman of the carriage spoke softly, and maybe he was right, that is after all what did the trick before. With a quick nod he thanked the coachman and sent him away.

He breathed a lick of fire into his hands, and rubbed them warm. The icy wind blowing in from the sea seemed to cut right through him. He shrugged it off quickly, as the trade ships from Ameth pulled into the harbor. He stood ready to greet the traders with a charming smile. On the inside, he hoped just a little bit that whoever greeted him first was up for a chat. Just looking at the ships nauseated him, and he didn't want to think about the long trip ahead.

The iceberg that held Mare floated gently and slowly, but eventually, he made it out a mile or two from the coast.

That's far enough away, right? He thought, his eyes seeming to shift behind the clear ice. He could see a few ports out in the distance, but he didn't pay them any mind as he tried to move.

He first tried moving his arms, which had been tucked neatly towards his chest. He closed his eyes as he concentrated. If he broke free, he didn't want the docks and ports to immediately be flooded with freezing water.

The new, somewhat large crevice in the ice burst open with a loud crack, again sounding like thunder. The more the huge dragon tried to move, the more it broke, and the more noise it made. From the coast, it probably sounded like that of a coming thunderstorm. But it does not rain in the arctic.

The next limbs he moved were his legs. The ice around his ankles was thicker and it took a tremendous amount of effort in order to make a decent sized crack. He noticed the chunks of ice falling off the iceberg and caught his breath before continuing.

His body tensed as he made his limbs move. The iceberg, as it continued to crack, was starting to look like a shriveled up fruit. And with one finale movement, the ice ruptured, the noise sounding like the firing of a gun right next to your ear. The ice fell into the water, creating great waves that just managed to sweep up against the distant docks.

After that, due to exhaustion and not having moved in literal years, the dragon fell into the freezing depths before his head breached the surface of the water to take in a big gulp of fresh air. His mouth slightly open, he let his nose rest above the liquid, breathing deeply. As he relaxed his muscles and calmed his thoughts, he could feel his magic swirling through his bones. He hadn't used magic in awhile, and maybe, if he concentrated hard enough, he might be able to use it again.

Mare closed his eyes. He didn't want to think about using up more of his strength. He was tired, and wasn't really paying attention to what was going on around him. He should have been thinking about what other beings would have thought. Why would an old and extremely large iceberg suddenly burst into pieces out of nowhere? But he didn't think those thoughts. Instead, he thought of just how worn out and hungry he was.

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The iceberg that held Mare floated gently and slowly, but eventually, he made it out a mile or two from the coast.

That's far enough away, right? He thought, his eyes seeming to shift behind the clear ice. He could see a few ports out in the distance, but he didn't pay them any mind as he tried to move.

He first tried moving his arms, which had been tucked neatly towards his chest. He closed his eyes as he concentrated. If he broke free, he didn't want the docks and ports to immediately be flooded with freezing water.

The new, somewhat large crevice in the ice burst open with a loud crack, again sounding like thunder. The more the huge dragon tried to move, the more it broke, and the more noise it made. From the coast, it probably sounded like that of a coming thunderstorm. But it does not rain in the arctic.

The next limbs he moved were his legs. The ice around his ankles was thicker and it took a tremendous amount of effort in order to make a decent sized crack. He noticed the chunks of ice falling off the iceberg and caught his breath before continuing.

His body tensed as he made his limbs move. The iceberg, as it continued to crack, was starting to look like a shriveled up fruit. And with one finale movement, the ice ruptured, the noise sounding like the firing of a gun right next to your ear. The ice fell into the water, creating great waves that just managed to sweep up against the distant docks.

After that, due to exhaustion and not having moved in literal years, the dragon fell into the freezing depths before his head breached the surface of the water to take in a big gulp of fresh air. His mouth slightly open, he let his nose rest above the liquid, breathing deeply. As he relaxed his muscles and calmed his thoughts, he could feel his magic swirling through his bones. He hadn't used magic in awhile, and maybe, if he concentrated hard enough, he might be able to use it again.

Mare closed his eyes. He didn't want to think about using up more of his strength. He was tired, and wasn't really paying attention to what was going on around him. He should have been thinking about what other beings would have thought. Why would an old and extremely large iceberg suddenly burst into pieces out of nowhere? But he didn't think those thoughts. Instead, he thought of just how worn out and hungry he was.

Hidden beneath the piers of the Amethian harbor, coiled around wooden beams that plunged into the depths, Skohla was pondering. She had left the familiar warmth of the Indian Ocean, her territory, for several days now, as she had followed the sudden wave of ships that had left for the east, curious as to where such a fleet could be headed. Day and night she had trailed them, hidden in the black waters, trying to listen to the passengers above under the guise of a cormorant, until they finally arrived...

At a festival? That just didn't add up properly. An entire fleet doesn't travels halfway across the world for a festival. The ships looked mighty important too. No, there was something else here. Ameth was powerful. That was one of the first things she had learned under her human guise. Ameth could easily spend funds to disguise something more serious as a playful matter. What was being disguised, however, would take some work to dig up. And who knew? It might just be useful knowledge. Before heading ashore, Skohla reached deeper inside herself to try and get a few last words from her conscience. Her argumentative, often unhelpful conscience.

'Any last words before I attempt this?' She queried. There was silence from both the dark and the splinter. '... Very helpful...' With a sigh of bubbles, the monstrous eel raised her head towards the pier above her. Busy thundering sounded from it, suggesting a crowd of some sort. Perfect conditions for a sudden appearance. Skohla channeled her focus into the shadows of the high sun and...

Skohla was standing amongst a cramped crowd of people in the searing sun, in the same attire as always. She looked a bit drab compared to the others around her, all bright and merry for whatever the celebration was for, but she was being jostled about in the crowd all the same, so she doubted anyone had or would notice anything. Moving along with the masses, she began her search.

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Far off from the hubbub of Ameth, a twisted form was sniffling through the scrub. The beastie didn't normally wander through dry plains like this, but the Fjord Kelpie's source of prey had dried up practically over night. All the paths those humans and horses migrated across had suddenly gone still, which had happened around the same time those strange wooden whales had set off. Hungry, horns scraping painfully through the brush, skin feeling unpleasantly dry, the Kelpie was thoroughly unamused. Today, it had found itself near one of the shell-gardens it despised. So many tasty humans, holed up in those giant shells of trees and stone. The Kelpie had tried a few times to crack those shells and get to the morsels inside, but every time, other humans would stream out of the gardens like angry bees, carrying long stingers and shiny claws, and worst of all, fire. Fire was the worst. It made your skin dry up and it was too bright and it was everywhere humans went and it was just nasty.

But the Kelpie didn't have to go that close to the shell-garden this time. Far far away from the rest of the garden was a lonely shell that smelled of horses and grass. It looked sturdy, but all human shells had some sort of weak opening barely guarded by a slab of wood. It would just take a good few pounds on that, and tasty prey would be all to itself. The Kelpie rounded the corner of the horse-smelling shell, and found the opening, wooden as expected, with some sort of shiny grey thing wrapped around the two open-guarders. Whatever it was, it would come apart easily at the Kelpie's horns, it reckoned. It thought it heard the rustling of grass from somewhere inside the shell and a whiff of something vaguely human, but masked with dirt, before it backed up a few strides and, with a stamping of claws against coarse dirt, and a stride, and a leap, and a bound, and-

BLAM!

... The open-guarders didn't budge at all.

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October 15, 2018 22:29:06

Hidden beneath the piers of the Amethian harbor, coiled around wooden beams that plunged into the depths, Skohla was pondering. She had left the familiar warmth of the Indian Ocean, her territory, for several days now, as she had followed the sudden wave of ships that had left for the east, curious as to where such a fleet could be headed. Day and night she had trailed them, hidden in the black waters, trying to listen to the passengers above under the guise of a cormorant, until they finally arrived...

At a festival? That just didn't add up properly. An entire fleet doesn't travels halfway across the world for a festival. The ships looked mighty important too. No, there was something else here. Ameth was powerful. That was one of the first things she had learned under her human guise. Ameth could easily spend funds to disguise something more serious as a playful matter. What was being disguised, however, would take some work to dig up. And who knew? It might just be useful knowledge. Before heading ashore, Skohla reached deeper inside herself to try and get a few last words from her conscience. Her argumentative, often unhelpful conscience.

'Any last words before I attempt this?' She queried. There was silence from both the dark and the splinter. '... Very helpful...' With a sigh of bubbles, the monstrous eel raised her head towards the pier above her. Busy thundering sounded from it, suggesting a crowd of some sort. Perfect conditions for a sudden appearance. Skohla channeled her focus into the shadows of the high sun and...

Skohla was standing amongst a cramped crowd of people in the searing sun, in the same attire as always. She looked a bit drab compared to the others around her, all bright and merry for whatever the celebration was for, but she was being jostled about in the crowd all the same, so she doubted anyone had or would notice anything. Moving along with the masses, she began her search.

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Far off from the hubbub of Ameth, a twisted form was sniffling through the scrub. The beastie didn't normally wander through dry plains like this, but the Fjord Kelpie's source of prey had dried up practically over night. All the paths those humans and horses migrated across had suddenly gone still, which had happened around the same time those strange wooden whales had set off. Hungry, horns scraping painfully through the brush, skin feeling unpleasantly dry, the Kelpie was thoroughly unamused. Today, it had found itself near one of the shell-gardens it despised. So many tasty humans, holed up in those giant shells of trees and stone. The Kelpie had tried a few times to crack those shells and get to the morsels inside, but every time, other humans would stream out of the gardens like angry bees, carrying long stingers and shiny claws, and worst of all, fire. Fire was the worst. It made your skin dry up and it was too bright and it was everywhere humans went and it was just nasty.

But the Kelpie didn't have to go that close to the shell-garden this time. Far far away from the rest of the garden was a lonely shell that smelled of horses and grass. It looked sturdy, but all human shells had some sort of weak opening barely guarded by a slab of wood. It would just take a good few pounds on that, and tasty prey would be all to itself. The Kelpie rounded the corner of the horse-smelling shell, and found the opening, wooden as expected, with some sort of shiny grey thing wrapped around the two open-guarders. Whatever it was, it would come apart easily at the Kelpie's horns, it reckoned. It thought it heard the rustling of grass from somewhere inside the shell and a whiff of something vaguely human, but masked with dirt, before it backed up a few strides and, with a stamping of claws against coarse dirt, and a stride, and a leap, and a bound, and-

BLAM!

... The open-guarders didn't budge at all.

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Wyvera || Atlantic Ocean Guardian || Antarctic underwater palace || With Hersha, Andrach, Calypso

She noticed another being coming behind her, the woman turned around and she was greet with the sight of a taller, handsome man dressing in almost same manner as her. Even if the palace was practically untouchable, but with the problem that just happened recently, no one can really blame her for being on her guard, anything could happen anytime. His uncanny aura made her feel a bit uneasy, ever since the fallen of one of their own, he has changed.

"Brother." She greeted him nonetheless with a light bow of her head, whether if it's out of respect or sympathy or affection, even if they were siblings, Hersha and her wasn't as close as he was with Mathias, the person who took his death the hardest must have been Hersha himself, they've almost never been seen with one another, chatting up whatever topics the two had whenever they had a chance to meet up. Her two younger siblings, the Arctic and the Antarctic Guardians always seem to get on each other's nerves, the two have already developed some kind of weird sibling rivalry ever since the dawn of time. Wyvera, being the middle child, has never really quite fit it with either side and Mathias, had been the catalyst that brought them all together, he kept them working in harmony and balanced them out, and she was grateful for that. He helped her sharpen her strength and point out the flaws that she need to fix. Always the one to settle arguments among them.

But now that all of those things were gone, Wyvera was trying her best not to mess up things more, now that she has been pushed up as the second oldest among them, only after Hersha himself, the sudden change has been a bit too much, and now that they have an inexperience member among them, who, in her opinion, was nothing like them. She might have Mathias' power and his blessing to be the new Guardian for the Indian Ocean, but that doesn't make her their 'sister'.

Wyvera held the doors open for her brother, then comes another strolling down the hallway, it was none other than Andrach herself. She scowled slightly, this was her domain, how come that she arrived later than Wyvera and Hersha, who were thousands of miles away from this place. But Wyvera couldn't find herself to be annoyed for long, she sighed eventually, her expression softened, eventually going back to its stoic look "Andrach." She greeted her sister softly.

As they settled down in their seats at the table, Wyvera noticed that the people are missing were the Guardian of the Arctic Ocean and the new Guardian of the Indian Ocean, which, the latter one was the whole reason why this meeting is happening in the first place. Speaking of the devil, the rookie vibrating demeanor could be sensed from miles away, as she burst through the doors, with an eager but shy bow and cheerful smile, it only made the knots in Wyvera stomach tightened.

"We were only just getting started." She answered in a monotone voice, as Calypso plopped down next to Andrach, she noticed one empty chair left, pinching the bridge of her nose slightly, how is it that her younger sibling managed to be late on every meetings they ever had, as if they were doing it on purpose just to get on Andrach's nerves, as... their current meeting is actually taking place in the Antarctic Ocean. If anything Wvyera looked a bit... intense, even if she's not showing it, her legs quivered a bit under the table, she was not a fan of the cold, everyone knew this, maybe she was just simply bad with dealing with the cold, or she was as cold-blooded as people been rumoring since ever.

Mason || 15, Homeless boy || Kingdom of Eon, in the stables, moving to the market town soon || Interacting with none

He could hear the mumbled voice of the stable's owner from the other side of the doors, welp, that's the sign for him to go. The teen quickly jumped on his feet and crawled out of the same hole that he has entered before, once he was outside, the weather immediately made him shiver, this sucks and he wished to stay inside a bit longer, wrapped in the blankets that were for the horses and lying down on the haystacks, but he doubted that the owner would welcome him with opened arms.

"It seems like Ameth is holding a grand ball again, people from all over the world are attending it, bloody b*stards, did they dig up gold from their arses or somethin'?" A gruff voice broke through the chilly air, and reached the boy's ears. Listening on the man's complaint, it also made him wonder about how those kind of party look like, must be pretty boring, as all he knew so far that only those snobbish nobles were attending and the fat ladies with ten layers of makeup on their face. The thought made him shudder in disgust already, but then again, he wondered, if there's a possible that all the princesses would be there as well.

Now that's better than to think about the beer-belly snobs and ugly old women. Mason shook his head, breaking out of his own fantasies, none of those things should concern him, now that the thing he needs to be focusing on, was how to get something to fill his stomach for the day.

He stretched and yawned, maybe he could go to the Guardians shrine, the people should be leaving something there. But lately it seems like the supplies were getting fewer and fewer, he wondered what was the reason, but knew better than to question anything. Mason considered the Gods shrine, but think again, just going near those shrines made him feel uneasy already.

In the end, the boy chose to do it the old fashioned way, to the market area, he goes.

Kingdom of Eon || Eos and Roan’s place @Ragnaroc

A carriage of white horses pulled at the front, they made no effort to be modest about their arrival. Judging by the fancy swirly look of the carriage and well maintained stallions, one can tell these people were far from commoners. The servant stepped down from his spot and open the door, for a rather... well-fed looking man and a few guards accompaning him. They look a bit unimpressed by what they see so far, but the rumors of this place having kelpie hybrids up for sale was just too good to be ignored.

It intrigued them enough to check it out, but the nature of this whole business seems a bit shifty. Who in their right mind would have enough courage to reel up those man eating things and tame them, much or less attempt to breed them with common horses and create a hybrid for humans to have control over. The nobleman took a moment to consider before giving his men the approval.

“Is anyone there?” One of the guard called out for the stable’s owner(s), they were here to offer to buy possibly one or two of those kelpie hybrid that everyone has been talking about lately.

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Wyvera || Atlantic Ocean Guardian || Antarctic underwater palace || With Hersha, Andrach, Calypso

She noticed another being coming behind her, the woman turned around and she was greet with the sight of a taller, handsome man dressing in almost same manner as her. Even if the palace was practically untouchable, but with the problem that just happened recently, no one can really blame her for being on her guard, anything could happen anytime. His uncanny aura made her feel a bit uneasy, ever since the fallen of one of their own, he has changed.

"Brother." She greeted him nonetheless with a light bow of her head, whether if it's out of respect or sympathy or affection, even if they were siblings, Hersha and her wasn't as close as he was with Mathias, the person who took his death the hardest must have been Hersha himself, they've almost never been seen with one another, chatting up whatever topics the two had whenever they had a chance to meet up. Her two younger siblings, the Arctic and the Antarctic Guardians always seem to get on each other's nerves, the two have already developed some kind of weird sibling rivalry ever since the dawn of time. Wyvera, being the middle child, has never really quite fit it with either side and Mathias, had been the catalyst that brought them all together, he kept them working in harmony and balanced them out, and she was grateful for that. He helped her sharpen her strength and point out the flaws that she need to fix. Always the one to settle arguments among them.

But now that all of those things were gone, Wyvera was trying her best not to mess up things more, now that she has been pushed up as the second oldest among them, only after Hersha himself, the sudden change has been a bit too much, and now that they have an inexperience member among them, who, in her opinion, was nothing like them. She might have Mathias' power and his blessing to be the new Guardian for the Indian Ocean, but that doesn't make her their 'sister'.

Wyvera held the doors open for her brother, then comes another strolling down the hallway, it was none other than Andrach herself. She scowled slightly, this was her domain, how come that she arrived later than Wyvera and Hersha, who were thousands of miles away from this place. But Wyvera couldn't find herself to be annoyed for long, she sighed eventually, her expression softened, eventually going back to its stoic look "Andrach." She greeted her sister softly.

As they settled down in their seats at the table, Wyvera noticed that the people are missing were the Guardian of the Arctic Ocean and the new Guardian of the Indian Ocean, which, the latter one was the whole reason why this meeting is happening in the first place. Speaking of the devil, the rookie vibrating demeanor could be sensed from miles away, as she burst through the doors, with an eager but shy bow and cheerful smile, it only made the knots in Wyvera stomach tightened.

"We were only just getting started." She answered in a monotone voice, as Calypso plopped down next to Andrach, she noticed one empty chair left, pinching the bridge of her nose slightly, how is it that her younger sibling managed to be late on every meetings they ever had, as if they were doing it on purpose just to get on Andrach's nerves, as... their current meeting is actually taking place in the Antarctic Ocean. If anything Wvyera looked a bit... intense, even if she's not showing it, her legs quivered a bit under the table, she was not a fan of the cold, everyone knew this, maybe she was just simply bad with dealing with the cold, or she was as cold-blooded as people been rumoring since ever.

Mason || 15, Homeless boy || Kingdom of Eon, in the stables, moving to the market town soon || Interacting with none

He could hear the mumbled voice of the stable's owner from the other side of the doors, welp, that's the sign for him to go. The teen quickly jumped on his feet and crawled out of the same hole that he has entered before, once he was outside, the weather immediately made him shiver, this sucks and he wished to stay inside a bit longer, wrapped in the blankets that were for the horses and lying down on the haystacks, but he doubted that the owner would welcome him with opened arms.

"It seems like Ameth is holding a grand ball again, people from all over the world are attending it, bloody b*stards, did they dig up gold from their arses or somethin'?" A gruff voice broke through the chilly air, and reached the boy's ears. Listening on the man's complaint, it also made him wonder about how those kind of party look like, must be pretty boring, as all he knew so far that only those snobbish nobles were attending and the fat ladies with ten layers of makeup on their face. The thought made him shudder in disgust already, but then again, he wondered, if there's a possible that all the princesses would be there as well.

Now that's better than to think about the beer-belly snobs and ugly old women. Mason shook his head, breaking out of his own fantasies, none of those things should concern him, now that the thing he needs to be focusing on, was how to get something to fill his stomach for the day.

He stretched and yawned, maybe he could go to the Guardians shrine, the people should be leaving something there. But lately it seems like the supplies were getting fewer and fewer, he wondered what was the reason, but knew better than to question anything. Mason considered the Gods shrine, but think again, just going near those shrines made him feel uneasy already.

In the end, the boy chose to do it the old fashioned way, to the market area, he goes.

Kingdom of Eon || Eos and Roan’s place @Ragnaroc

A carriage of white horses pulled at the front, they made no effort to be modest about their arrival. Judging by the fancy swirly look of the carriage and well maintained stallions, one can tell these people were far from commoners. The servant stepped down from his spot and open the door, for a rather... well-fed looking man and a few guards accompaning him. They look a bit unimpressed by what they see so far, but the rumors of this place having kelpie hybrids up for sale was just too good to be ignored.

It intrigued them enough to check it out, but the nature of this whole business seems a bit shifty. Who in their right mind would have enough courage to reel up those man eating things and tame them, much or less attempt to breed them with common horses and create a hybrid for humans to have control over. The nobleman took a moment to consider before giving his men the approval.

“Is anyone there?” One of the guard called out for the stable’s owner(s), they were here to offer to buy possibly one or two of those kelpie hybrid that everyone has been talking about lately.

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Name |Aelous | [Prince of Ameth/ raider || Location Ameth trade ship going to Celic now || Interacting with a guard/

Aelous walked by the guard and he was escorted to his quarters, suddenly he could have sworn something had moved.
He spun around and drew his sword.
Aelous saw nor heard nothing else so he continued.
"Have you heard from the Pearl yet?"
The guard turned to him "No, the pearl has nor been seen nor heard from any of its spies in Ameth."
"I heard there is a ball in Ameth soon how long will this trade take?"

The guard did not really want to speak, but Aelous hated long silent awkwardness.
"The trade dues to the ball will go Toto."
"Toto? Why"
" I do not make the arrangements."
Aelous snorted "Thank the guardians you don't! I have to get to Ameth for the ball I have some suitors of my sister to chase off "
"Weren't you going to find the Pearl"
Aelous paused and thought about for a minute.
"Have a strange gut feeling the Pearl will come to us. Now, Toto, you say I hear they have an interesting little place. And if I know the Pearl if they spotted us which I met they have they have planning to find the time to send some sorta signal where to meet them."
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Name |Aelous | [Prince of Ameth/ raider || Location Ameth trade ship going to Celic now || Interacting with a guard/

Aelous walked by the guard and he was escorted to his quarters, suddenly he could have sworn something had moved.
He spun around and drew his sword.
Aelous saw nor heard nothing else so he continued.
"Have you heard from the Pearl yet?"
The guard turned to him "No, the pearl has nor been seen nor heard from any of its spies in Ameth."
"I heard there is a ball in Ameth soon how long will this trade take?"

The guard did not really want to speak, but Aelous hated long silent awkwardness.
"The trade dues to the ball will go Toto."
"Toto? Why"
" I do not make the arrangements."
Aelous snorted "Thank the guardians you don't! I have to get to Ameth for the ball I have some suitors of my sister to chase off "
"Weren't you going to find the Pearl"
Aelous paused and thought about for a minute.
"Have a strange gut feeling the Pearl will come to us. Now, Toto, you say I hear they have an interesting little place. And if I know the Pearl if they spotted us which I met they have they have planning to find the time to send some sorta signal where to meet them."
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Hersha || Sea Guardian of the Pacific Ocean || Antarctic underwater palace || With Wyvera , Andrach, Calypso

The tall man’s steps echoed through the hallways as he walked silently towards his sister. Normally, he would have immediately embraced her and asked her how she had been, yet he regarded her with a cool smile. “Apologies if I sneaked up on you.” He said with a reserved look on his face. His eyes shone dully and lacked his usual spark of life, which had been missing for quite some time. Hersha supposed that his lack of ‘humanity’ to say, would have been quite jarring for someone who had always seen that side of him.

He quickly fell in step with his ,now second oldest, sibling. “How have you been? I hope your oceans are doing fine.” He said softly, looking towards the large table they were both walking to. Yet Hersha wasn’t really expecting the dark haired guardian to respond as she was one of the more sterner of the five. As he neared the table it looked like they were the only two to have arrived yet, until his true youngest sister strolled in. “Hello Andrach.” He trilled mutedly. He was glad to see that she had arrived safely as they could never be too safe now. He wasn’t too ticked off that she was late to her own meeting, he didn’t feel a whole lot anymore, as the arctic was slow moving. He was sure that she tried her hardest to get her on time.

As soon as he carefully sat down next to Wyvera, the new guardian hurried in and seated herself on the opposite side of his sister. Hersha had mixed feelings for the newest sea guardian, while he felt she should get the chance to prove herself, every time he looked at her the image of Mathias as he lay dying stabbed his heart, leaving him with a pain so intense it could make a man forget to breathe. As such was the now when his clear gaze slid over her. A sharp pain wormed its way deep into his heart and he suddenly looked away from the girl. Hersha wanted her not to fill the gap left behind by his brother, Mathias had indeed left big shoes to fill, but he wished for her to become a guardian in her own right. To make her own path… one that would not leave the Indian ocean in ruins, nor cause the destruction of the other oceans, but one that would find balance and right the wrong of Mathias’s death.

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Hersha || Sea Guardian of the Pacific Ocean || Antarctic underwater palace || With Wyvera , Andrach, Calypso

The tall man’s steps echoed through the hallways as he walked silently towards his sister. Normally, he would have immediately embraced her and asked her how she had been, yet he regarded her with a cool smile. “Apologies if I sneaked up on you.” He said with a reserved look on his face. His eyes shone dully and lacked his usual spark of life, which had been missing for quite some time. Hersha supposed that his lack of ‘humanity’ to say, would have been quite jarring for someone who had always seen that side of him.

He quickly fell in step with his ,now second oldest, sibling. “How have you been? I hope your oceans are doing fine.” He said softly, looking towards the large table they were both walking to. Yet Hersha wasn’t really expecting the dark haired guardian to respond as she was one of the more sterner of the five. As he neared the table it looked like they were the only two to have arrived yet, until his true youngest sister strolled in. “Hello Andrach.” He trilled mutedly. He was glad to see that she had arrived safely as they could never be too safe now. He wasn’t too ticked off that she was late to her own meeting, he didn’t feel a whole lot anymore, as the arctic was slow moving. He was sure that she tried her hardest to get her on time.

As soon as he carefully sat down next to Wyvera, the new guardian hurried in and seated herself on the opposite side of his sister. Hersha had mixed feelings for the newest sea guardian, while he felt she should get the chance to prove herself, every time he looked at her the image of Mathias as he lay dying stabbed his heart, leaving him with a pain so intense it could make a man forget to breathe. As such was the now when his clear gaze slid over her. A sharp pain wormed its way deep into his heart and he suddenly looked away from the girl. Hersha wanted her not to fill the gap left behind by his brother, Mathias had indeed left big shoes to fill, but he wished for her to become a guardian in her own right. To make her own path… one that would not leave the Indian ocean in ruins, nor cause the destruction of the other oceans, but one that would find balance and right the wrong of Mathias’s death.

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Andrach|| Sea Guardian of Antarctic ||Interacting with Hersha, Wyvera, Calypso|| Antarctic underwater palace

The clacking of Andrach's heavy boots clanked on the marble egg white colored floors. The steps were lazy and tedious. Even though she missed her siblings, this was not a meeting she’d been looking forward to. She pulled out a chair. The sound echoed through the almost-empty room and down the long corridor.
She glided across the room, her fingers brushing over the surface of the same monochromatic color of the floor. If one really looked, you’d be confused as to where the table stopped and the floor started. “Merry meet, darling siblings”, she chimed. She took a seat and fiddled with the edges of her chair, her nails digging into the cushion. She’d been taking her time to arrive to the meeting. She honestly didn’t know how to face them. She could face her people – they were easy. Although they all shared a heartache for a fallen guardian, they were nothing like the ones she was now surrounded with. She could feel the thick wordless mourning in the air. She put on the façade nonetheless, her smile ever playful on her lips. Her heart simply ached being in such close proximity to her other siblings who served as a constant reminder of her brothers’ passing. Her smaller sister Calypso flopped down next to her. Her nonchalant attitude made it a bit easier for Andrach.

She reached forward and extracted a pen and booklet from the lazy susan (round stationary holder usually on a boardroom table). She ticked the pen impatiently between her index and middle finger on the hard cover of the notebook. The waiting seemed to drag on and she knew they were really only waiting for one more sibling to join them. Her icy clove reached to pull her fingers through her hair. She placed her pen down on the table and stretched back, balling her fists in the air as her back clicked into place. She could feel eyes on her restless behaviour. “Don’t judge me, we’re all old as balls here-“ she paused, smiling over to where her younger sibling. “Well, almost everyone. Does anyone know how long we’ll be waiting for them? If they’re still coming?”

She animatedly made wide eyes. It was no secret that she and her arctic sibling held yearlong rivalries with each other. She wasn’t the type to hide this fact either.

Esme|| Civilian ||Interacting with her siblings||Lavin

Esme prepared supper for them, adding herbs and seasonal vegetables to the hake stew. The smell of food travelled throughout the house which caused its inhabitants to draw closer. She lived far enough from the other cabins for it not to reach that far. Mushrooms and hake was the most prominent. She could hear from afar the noise coming from the evening market. She had a small stall in the market, however, on days like today where her haul was not large enough to sell as well, she mostly kept to her home.

At the dinner table, they sat in their normal places. Esme was seated at the head with Gustav and Kasper to her left and Anabel and Sophie to her left, Sophie being the closest. She usually had to feed Sophie but lately Anabel has taken a liking to “play doll” with their youngest sibling, insisting on feeding her herself. There was an extra plate set which totalled to six. That plate sat across the long small table. The clean white plate with the cutlery adorning each side. A glass of ale was poured for the missing guest. Before eating, they adjoined hands, closed their eyes, and thanked their guardian for the food which was to grace their stomachs. For keeping the ocean safe that caused Esme to return safely with their supper. They ended the prayer in a gentle squeeze of each other’s’ hands. Esme smiled warmly at them. They dug in. She saw from the corner of her eye Kasper aiming a piece of carrot towards Anabel, to which she gave him a stern look. He immediately forsake his attempt when he made eye contact with his eldest sister.

They continued enjoying their meal in peace. At last she downed the glass of ale she set for her father whom never returned home, and blew out the candle. When they were finished and Esme had put everyone to bed, she quietly snuck outside in her night gown. It was late at night, and she carried a single candle in a make-shift holder. It dimly lit her path, but also dimly lit her, which was a good thing, as the night roads were sometimes packed with raiders. She climbed atop a small rocky hill overlooking the ocean. The moon was bright and shone down brilliantly down on the waters, reflecting her pale face on the surface.

Esme took a seat on the damp rocks. It was always damp where she lived. If it was not raining, the sea spray called for an ever-humid atmosphere. She set the candlestick next to her on the boulder. Stray misting from the waves beating against the jagged rocks far below sprayed up and sometimes hit the small charcoaled lint that held the small flickering flame.

Between her fingers she fidgeted with a small piece of bread which she broke into smaller pieces and tossed it into the waters as an offering. Now that she was alone she didn’t quite know how to frame her words. She sat there for a long time, playing around with the words in her thoughts. At last she decided to retire for the night. She’d try again tomorrow.

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Andrach|| Sea Guardian of Antarctic ||Interacting with Hersha, Wyvera, Calypso|| Antarctic underwater palace

The clacking of Andrach's heavy boots clanked on the marble egg white colored floors. The steps were lazy and tedious. Even though she missed her siblings, this was not a meeting she’d been looking forward to. She pulled out a chair. The sound echoed through the almost-empty room and down the long corridor.
She glided across the room, her fingers brushing over the surface of the same monochromatic color of the floor. If one really looked, you’d be confused as to where the table stopped and the floor started. “Merry meet, darling siblings”, she chimed. She took a seat and fiddled with the edges of her chair, her nails digging into the cushion. She’d been taking her time to arrive to the meeting. She honestly didn’t know how to face them. She could face her people – they were easy. Although they all shared a heartache for a fallen guardian, they were nothing like the ones she was now surrounded with. She could feel the thick wordless mourning in the air. She put on the façade nonetheless, her smile ever playful on her lips. Her heart simply ached being in such close proximity to her other siblings who served as a constant reminder of her brothers’ passing. Her smaller sister Calypso flopped down next to her. Her nonchalant attitude made it a bit easier for Andrach.

She reached forward and extracted a pen and booklet from the lazy susan (round stationary holder usually on a boardroom table). She ticked the pen impatiently between her index and middle finger on the hard cover of the notebook. The waiting seemed to drag on and she knew they were really only waiting for one more sibling to join them. Her icy clove reached to pull her fingers through her hair. She placed her pen down on the table and stretched back, balling her fists in the air as her back clicked into place. She could feel eyes on her restless behaviour. “Don’t judge me, we’re all old as balls here-“ she paused, smiling over to where her younger sibling. “Well, almost everyone. Does anyone know how long we’ll be waiting for them? If they’re still coming?”

She animatedly made wide eyes. It was no secret that she and her arctic sibling held yearlong rivalries with each other. She wasn’t the type to hide this fact either.

Esme|| Civilian ||Interacting with her siblings||Lavin

Esme prepared supper for them, adding herbs and seasonal vegetables to the hake stew. The smell of food travelled throughout the house which caused its inhabitants to draw closer. She lived far enough from the other cabins for it not to reach that far. Mushrooms and hake was the most prominent. She could hear from afar the noise coming from the evening market. She had a small stall in the market, however, on days like today where her haul was not large enough to sell as well, she mostly kept to her home.

At the dinner table, they sat in their normal places. Esme was seated at the head with Gustav and Kasper to her left and Anabel and Sophie to her left, Sophie being the closest. She usually had to feed Sophie but lately Anabel has taken a liking to “play doll” with their youngest sibling, insisting on feeding her herself. There was an extra plate set which totalled to six. That plate sat across the long small table. The clean white plate with the cutlery adorning each side. A glass of ale was poured for the missing guest. Before eating, they adjoined hands, closed their eyes, and thanked their guardian for the food which was to grace their stomachs. For keeping the ocean safe that caused Esme to return safely with their supper. They ended the prayer in a gentle squeeze of each other’s’ hands. Esme smiled warmly at them. They dug in. She saw from the corner of her eye Kasper aiming a piece of carrot towards Anabel, to which she gave him a stern look. He immediately forsake his attempt when he made eye contact with his eldest sister.

They continued enjoying their meal in peace. At last she downed the glass of ale she set for her father whom never returned home, and blew out the candle. When they were finished and Esme had put everyone to bed, she quietly snuck outside in her night gown. It was late at night, and she carried a single candle in a make-shift holder. It dimly lit her path, but also dimly lit her, which was a good thing, as the night roads were sometimes packed with raiders. She climbed atop a small rocky hill overlooking the ocean. The moon was bright and shone down brilliantly down on the waters, reflecting her pale face on the surface.

Esme took a seat on the damp rocks. It was always damp where she lived. If it was not raining, the sea spray called for an ever-humid atmosphere. She set the candlestick next to her on the boulder. Stray misting from the waves beating against the jagged rocks far below sprayed up and sometimes hit the small charcoaled lint that held the small flickering flame.

Between her fingers she fidgeted with a small piece of bread which she broke into smaller pieces and tossed it into the waters as an offering. Now that she was alone she didn’t quite know how to frame her words. She sat there for a long time, playing around with the words in her thoughts. At last she decided to retire for the night. She’d try again tomorrow.