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  1. Inkinhart

    Chapter 2 - More Important is the Journey

    Isaac was very good at being bored. He'd spent a good amount of his childhood bored out of his skull, sitting in silent, plain rooms with silent, plain people who were reading silent, plain scrolls. It had left him with an almost infinite ability to sit still and quiet, his gold eyes somehow vague and unfocused despite his lack of visible pupils. And then the man who hadn't had any food returned with a man who was distinctly still alive, and thus not food. Which sucked, because Isaac was on about day two of no food, and it was starting to grate on him. But maybe he had something in his armour? That was the only reason he obeyed the order to help get the man out of his armour. Well. That and the tiny girl's tiger food threat. So he crawled over, his metal knee making a rather unpleasant scraping noise on the rock floor. He looked the armour over, making a face as he failed to recognise it. Still, armour was armour, and so he started to unbuckle the little straps that held it closed. He shot nervous looks at the girl and at the various huge predators in the room, hoping that he wasn't about to end up tiger bait regardless of helping with the armour. "So ... uh ... what's the deal with the ... " He gestured towards the tiger and the bear, the movement making his curtain-turned-cloak nearly fall from his shoulders.
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    Chapter 2 - More Important is the Journey

    Rescue mission or cave with weird tiger? To be honest, Isaac did not like either of those options. Option one meant a significant personal risk. Isaac did not like that. Especially if they were going back to that place where the big crashing noise had come from. Option two involved significantly more tiger than he normally liked, but probably didn't involve whatever creature had made that crashing sound. "Uhhhhh ... " he said, his voice high and strangled. "I'm gonna ... " He shuffled into the cave and sat down with his back against the wall. He tucked his legs into his chest, setting his hands on his metal ankles. "Yeah. I'm just gonna sit here and try not to get eaten."
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    More Important is the Journey OOC

    I'm still interested!
  4. Inkinhart

    Chapter 2 - More Important is the Journey

    Isaac scrambled back to his hooves, placing them carefully to hopefully avoid another hard landing on his backside. He wrung his hands together, looking between all the people in front of him. "Uh ... h-hail and well met? I was just ... well, if I'm honest, sir, miss, I was wondering if you might have any food lying around. Y'know. Something nice? It's just as I've been wandering in this forest for a while, and I'm no good at foraging, on account of no-one ever teaching me, but, well. I need food, you see." He shifted his weight from hoof to hoof, only stopping when one threatened to slide again. Maybe he should look into getting them enchanted to stick? That dwarf who'd made them had already enchanted them to stick to his legs, so maybe they could stick to the ground, too. " ... Also, is that tiger the tiefling-eating kind?"
  5. Inkinhart

    Cleaning Up the Mess (OOC)

    I'm not sure there's much for Eu to do right now - so I'll just keep an eye on everything and jump in when I feel there's something to do
  6. Inkinhart

    Shadow Grimoire

    Isaac jumped in, tapping a hoof against the floor in a staccato rhythm. "I'm Isaac! Uh ... I'm real big. And ... um, I got a good nose. I can smell lots of stuff, from real far away. I dunno if that's a ... a skill. But I can do it. Um ... once, I hit a guy in the nose, and he didn't get up for a while. Uh ... I dunno what a virgin is, but maybe I can do that? I dunno, I never tried." He pulled his braid over his shoulder, fiddling with the end. "I can get around places pretty good." He lifted up one leg, showing off his hoof. "These fit in pretty small places. And they climb pretty good." He scratched at the back of his neck. "And ... and that's all, I guess."
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    Chapter 2 - More Important is the Journey

    Isaac looked between the retreating back of the probably-not-dangerous woman and the probably-significantly-more-dangerous tiger. This was Really Not Ideal. But he supposed there wasn't anything to be done about it, other than do something, so he scrambled after the tiger. Maybe it had food? Likely no pastries, but hey, he had sharp teeth. He could probably have a good go at whatever tigers ate. Tieflings? Yeah ... knowing his luck, tigers almost definitely ate tieflings. Though, as he followed it, he noticed something ... off. This tiger was weird. It didn't smell. At all. And weren't tigers supposed to smell a lot? Like, to give their prey a fighting chance? Why didn't this tiger stink? And why was this tiger heading to a cave? A populated cave? He was about to yell out, but the occupants of the cave didn't seem at all alarmed by a whole entire tiger just strolling up. Wait. An occupied cave. Maybe they had pastries? He raced up, nearly colliding with a man who was stepping out. He managed to avoid a full-on collision, pulling up just short, but his hooves skidded on the slippery rock leading up to the cave and he ended up flat on his back with a quiet 'oof'.
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    More Important is the Journey OOC

    Will do! Sorry about the delay, it's exam season ><
  9. Inkinhart

    Seeking a Mentor

    Eulalia nodded, sitting down on the floor in front of him. She stared past him, her eyes glowing with a soft grey light as she dealt the cards face down. She set the deck aside once she'd dealt three cards in a row, her left hand hovering over the cards. She took a deep breath before turning over the card on the far left, revealing the Knight of Swords. She smiled to herself, and nodded. The Knight was a good fit for Red - charging forward, seeking change. Riding away from his little forgotten town. She flipped the next card over and nearly laughed as she saw the Queen of Swords. Herself. She had already known she was to mentor Red, but it was nice to have that affirmed. She flipped the next card, and pulled her hand back as if she had been burned. The Tower. The thirteenth of the major arcana, and one that had yet to bode well. She looked at Red, the glow in her eyes brightening. "Not a dream. Red ... Red, you are headed for difficult times. Very ... very difficult times. For the Tower to be in your future ... you must be careful. Plan. And then, when the Tower moves into your present, you must be strong."
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    Cleaning Up the Mess (OOC)

    I've been kind of dead because of exams, but I'm going to be able to reply later today or tomorrow.
  11. Inkinhart

    Seeking a Mentor

    Eulalia was just waking up when she heard Red rise. She woke fully as she heard him wash, and she sat up in bed as he stepped out of the washroom. "Red." She slipped out of bed, walking over to him to cup his cheek in her palm. She frowned, running her fingers over his forehead. "Well. You didn't have a good night, did you?" She tilted his head up, looking into his eyes. "Not a good night at all." She took a step back. "What did you see?" She walked over to Red's bed and got the cards out from under his pillow. She slid them out of their pouch and started to shuffle them, her fingers working fast. She couldn't tell the exact details of what had plagued him, having only gotten impressions - heat, fear, panic. She also couldn't tell if it had been a simple nightmare, or a premonition.
  12. Inkinhart

    Seeking a Mentor

    Eulalia paused in her disrobing, looking over at him. " ... Yes. It is." She resumed getting undressed, stripping down until she was just wearing a thin linen tunic. She climbed into bed, wrapping the blankets around herself. She didn't say anything further, just staring at the wall. Her memories of her máthair were dulled by an unfathomable stretch of time, but she still remembered sheets of red hair, skin pale as the dawn, and quick, bony fingers. She knew that her máthair had been the one who taught her to read cards and people, who taught her to look into the Shadow Place, who taught her to be hard and sharp as the winter winds. Just as she knew that her mitéra had been the one to teach her to be soft, to smile, to sing as sweet as summer evenings. Yet, she could not remember learning those things. Couldn't remember the curve of her mitéra's mouth as she sang, couldn't remember the cut of her máthair's voice as she screamed. But there was nothing to be done about that. Her parents were lost to the fog of time, and she had to sleep.
  13. Inkinhart

    Seeking a Mentor

    Eulalia was silent for a long moment. "I suppose I practice the magic of fate." She divided her hair into three sections, starting to braid it. "And the magic of the mind." She tilted her head, considering it. "My máthair passed the magic along to me. She was attuned to the magic of life and death. I am too, in a way, though I am more guided by the currents of fate. It was fate that brought me here." She looked over at him. "I saw the advertisement you posted, and Bran brought me to you. He is far more attuned to the patterns that guide us than I am." She finished braiding her hair and stood to start shrugging out of her outer layers of clothing. "I mostly practice with the cards. I use them to gain insight into a person's future. They're not always ... clear, but they have yet to steer me wrong."
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    Seeking a Mentor

    Eulalia smiled at him as she started to unbind her hair from its wrap. "Well, it means 'sweet voice' in the language of my mitéra. It is ... somewhat a joke, I must admit, as my voice can be very bitter - but it is also somewhat true. So I felt, perhaps, that it would suit me. And it did." She shook her hair loose and dug her comb out of her bag so she could comb it into a braid. "If it ceased to suit me, I would choose a different name. We are not necessarily the same person our whole lives." She smiled over at Red as she combed her long hair. "Perhaps you will choose another name, once you are on your journey. You are a bird now, but you might not always be so."
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    Seeking a Mentor

    Eu looked over as Red approached her. She finished brushing Alkaios down and packed away his brush, shifting so she was leaning on his broad shoulder as she faced Red. She watched him for a moment before smiling. "Ah. You know all about names, then." She nodded, lapsing into a moment of silence. "There's power in choosing your own name. Power over your edges and your direction. You have chosen a good name." She straightened and patted Alkaios' flank, looking up into the rafters to bid Bran goodnight. She walked out and closed the stable door behind her. "My name is Eulalia. I chose it a long time ago, I think for similar reasons to you." She turned and headed into the pub. She looked around for a moment until she spotted a trail of Red's energy, and she followed it up into the inn and to their room. She smiled as she looked around, crossing her arms and nodding. "This will do." She sat on what she decided would be her bed and started to rifle through her things, eventually pulling out a small silk pouch full of cards which she held out to Red. "Put this under your pillow, please. It will make tomorrow's reading far easier."
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