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Country of Jes're'en

 

» the divine Joke of Royalty, Blazeh, Darkeh
 
PLAYERS INVOLVED:
Verridith (Blazeh)
@darkeh

SETTING:
The ruins of Ki-Lia; an old abandoned stretch of fallen, broken towers and walls.

WEATHER:
Clear, but cold.

TIME:
Current! Midmorning.

CHARACTERS INVOLVED:
Jasper (Darkeh), Ardyn (Blazeh)

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"you do know I have the worst memory in the high desert right"
"that's a lie, you just fill your memory with all things BTACD related"
^
 
This was his only refuge; his one safe place to go when the world got too chaotic to stand any longer. When the ridicule for what he was grew too strong, and the noise of the commonfolk grew too loud, this was his silent escape. The ruins of a time long past, forgotten and abandoned, lifeless and quiet.

A young man knelt amid the overgrown wreckage; the debris of a fallen tower half-buried in the earth lay strewn beneath a crumbling wall, stones blackened and dirty from centuries of neglect. He looked faintly elfin, with pointed ears and a lithe, refined build; his hair was fluffy and snow-white, holding subtle creamy tones that hinted at something further. A single braid hung from the left side of his face, held with a small, glimmering silver band. His eyes were bright, sky blue with round pupils several shades lighter, glowing softly with luminescence.

He wore regal finery - black elven vilam edged in silver, accented by decorative divine metal and gleaming blue gems. His clothing was without dirt or grime, kept immaculately clean; nothing to show he had been traveling for some time. As he walked along the broken tower, small chains and jewelry clinked and shimmered, and the flash of a small earring could be seen behind his wavy hair. He carried a small leather bag over one shoulder, holding it by the straps, and didn't appear to be armed in any way.

At the end of the old tower lay the ruins of a small building; its wooden door had long since rotted away, but the roof was sure and sturdy, as were the walls. With a sigh, he walked in and set his pack down, looking around at the ancient stone and its many cracks and crevasses. "Been a while," he murmured, sitting down with a huff. He closed his eyes and rubbed his temples - spending too long in the cities of Jes're'en often gave him a lingering headache that never went away. "Glad to get away again..."

The room held obvious signs that he'd been there before. There was less dust here; the dirt and debris had been cleared away, and the overgrowth of plants had been pulled long prior. Small trinkets and gems from his travels lined a new-looking shelf on the wall; another opposite held old artifacts, some still humming with magical power. A bookshelf, also new, held a multitude of books from multiple ages, and one he pulled out, settling back to read.

Only one other knew of his secret place; and had since they were children. Jasper often interrupted Ardyn's silence to regale him with tales of treasure and adventure - prospects that he went on somewhat reluctantly, though there were often small trinkets to add to his collection afterwards. He somewhat expected the prince of Jes're'en to pop up every time he got involved in a good book -

- after all, it seemed Jasper's favorite time for his loud interventions.

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user posted imageuser posted imageuser posted image
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"you do know I have the worst memory in the high desert right"
"that's a lie, you just fill your memory with all things BTACD related"
^
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