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Postby Tristan Venora » Mon Jul 02, 2018 9:00 am

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Ymiden 30, Arc 718

It had been a while since Tristan had gone anywhere alone. He didn’t particularly care about etiquette and such and that it wasn’t proper for one of the most powerful men in Rynmere to just go for a walk, but some of his subjects still wanted him dead, and he wasn’t interested in dying anytime soon, and thus he had always taken his bodyguards along when he had been in Oakleigh. Here, in Scalvoris, nobody knew him though, apart from Faith and Padraig and that savage that he had first met in Andaris. For that reason, he had asked Lianne, his chief bodyguard and occasional lover, to take care of his little daughter and left the house that he had rented for the duration of his stay on the island in the direction of the Sweetwine Woods.

It was a beautiful morning. The sky was a clear blue, and the sun was shining. It was warm, but not warm enough for him to start sweating. As he walked through the city and finally left the gates behind, he felt all the worries that had troubled him for the past couple of cycles disappear one by one. He stopped thinking about Aelig, the Immortal that had tried to make Faith’s and his life miserable, King Cassander and all of his terrible decisions, his subjects and his murderous cousin Pythera. Even Padraig who had become his alchemy tutor through some terrible twist of fate didn’t bother him anymore. He was completely calm and relaxed. He hadn’t felt that good in over an arc!

Since he had become a Duke he had had barely any time for his art – there had constantly been a different issue that needed his attention or somebody that wanted his advice – but Hart was taking care of Oakleigh during his absence, and he was free. Immediately upon arriving on the island, he had taken up sculpting and writing again, and he had continued his crossbow practice as well. In fact, his crossbow was strapped across his back now, mostly so that he would have something to defend himself with in case he ran into trouble. The foremost purpose of his little foray into the forest was to find materials that he would be able to use for his sculptures, branches, moss and such though. He had gotten tired of always using stone.

Tristan had taken a large backpack that he would be able to put said materials into with him, and he was wearing a fancy red leather jacket instead of the black clothes that he had been wearing for the past couple of seasons because he didn’t have to mourn anybody or protest again any unfair laws here. The only thing that he had to do on Scalvoris was to enjoy himself.

And he was enjoying himself immensely!

Under a tree he could see a few pine cones that looked quite nice. He grabbed them and put them into his backpack, and then he continued to search the forest, a wide smile on his face. He didn’t plan on going home again until he had found something extraordinary!
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An Unusual Occurence

Postby Munchkin » Thu Jul 05, 2018 8:48 am

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As Tristan walked on, something just didn't seem right.

As the man made his way deeper in to Sweetwine, a place that was beautiful in it's usual state, it was as if the time around him changed. With each row of trees he stepped past came another row, this time with a different shade of green. What started as beautiful, light green slowly changed color to a more dull and plain green, before turning to a crispy brown. What started with trees full of leaves slowly became those that had leaves falling off of them. Hot temperatures cooled to a nicer degree, yet the sun still stayed up above in the sky, beautiful rays coating the woods and beaming down through branches. Yet with further observation, it seemed that the sun was beaming down on one person in particular. Tristan Venora.

As he stepped the light followed, even when he found himself in shade, it lit him up while the rest of the world just didn't seem as bright. It wasn't hideous or sinister looking, nor was it dark at all, but all of the light stemmed from Tristan Venora himself in a way that just hadn't been there before. This remained for a bit or two, until the man heard a sound, one that would be comfortable and familiar to him - the stranger had no doubt. Stone being sculpted, the sound of a chisel bringing shape to something, creating a depiction of what the stranger saw. Closer and closer the man would find himself to the sound of sculpting, no matter which way he turned, until Tristan and the Stranger could finally see one another eye to eye.

His hair flowed long, a nice change in the cooler air he had brought down upon the man he'd been watching closely. His chiseled body remained the same and, aside from some trousers, was free for any to see. It would be such a shame to waste this beautiful weather by wearing thick and uncomfortable clothes for the sake of it, the Stranger considered. But he had to stop his train of thought, as the man known as Tristan Venora arrived - just in time, might he add. Of course it had all been planned, but there was no way Tristan would know that. This stranger had wanted to meet the Venoran for a long time, since the noble had found himself to be an artist and had expressed all of his creativity through sculpting, among other things.

"Hello" he simply spoke, before putting down his chisel and glancing over to the noble with a curious eye. On the opposing side of the sculpture, the side that had yet to be sculpted, was a spare seat with a chisel resting on it. As the stranger attempted to stand, it could be noticed that he had some difficulty in doing so. His leg seemed hurt, though not recently, but with a small limp to it as he rose from his stool and gave a small bow to the noble. It was only proper, after all, and he was sure he would receive the same respect from Tristan if he felt it worthy. Though, it had to be said, the stranger wasn't going to be offended if Tristan did not bow in return. What a petty thing to be upset over, he thought.

"I have been expecting you, Tristan Venora, Duke of Oakleigh. Would you be so kind as to sit with me? I struggle to stand for too long, and it was a long walk here."
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An Unusual Occurence

Postby Tristan Venora » Sat Jul 07, 2018 4:16 am

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As Tristan ventured deeper into the forest, he noticed that something wasn’t quite right, but then again, when had his world ever been right in the past arc or two? The world being completely normal and following all the laws of nature would have been more unusual, although he had to admit that the leaves of the trees around him changing from green to brown, as if all of Idalos had decided to move from summer to fall in an instant was pretty extraordinary. He immediately took some of them and stuffed them into his pack because they would look spectacular on a fall-themed sculpture and because he wanted to see if they would retain their color if he left the forest again.

He had taken his jacket off shortly after leaving Scalvoris Town, but it was relatively cool in this forest, so he put it on again. He didn’t mind the change in temperature at all, on the contrary, he welcomed it because he had never been able to tolerate heat particularly well. After a moment he noticed another thing that was slightly out of the ordinary – the sunlight seemed to be following him, even when he stepped into the shade, as if the sun was shining for him and only for him. He decided that he really liked that. The sunlight was warm and pleasant, and it felt pretty nice, too. He hadn’t experienced enough nice things since he had become a Duke.

He didn’t have a lot of time to think about the special treatment that he was receiving from the sun though. Before long, he could hear a sound coming from somewhere deeper in the forest, a sound that reminded him of one of his favourite activities, and he quickened his pace because he wanted to find out what it was all about. Soon he found himself facing the Stranger. The young Duke looked at him for a moment before he came closer, smiling all over his face. Another man might have been wondering why the Stranger was making a sculpture in the middle of the forest, but not Tristan Venora.

He often created his art in unusual places as well. To him what the Stranger was doing was perfectly normal.

“Hello”, he returned his greeting. He was about to tell the Stranger that there was no need to stand, especially since he seemed to be in pain, and that etiquette was overrated anyway, but the other man was too fast. As he bowed, Tristan bowed as well because he was polite to everybody that was polite to him, regardless of their station, and it was the least that he could do. He set his pack and his crossbow down on the ground next to him before he turned to take a seat. As he did so, he noticed the second chisel. He took it and eyed it with curiosity before he turned to face the Stranger once more.

“You’ve been expecting me?” he asked and raised an eyebrow questioningly. “Are you a friend of Faith’s? Did she tell you that I would be here to-trial? What kind of sculpture are you making, by the way, if you don’t mind the question? I can help you. I’m a sculptor myself”, he offered and cast a glance at the Stranger’s work before he looked at the chisel in his hand again. It almost seemed as if the other man had been waiting for somebody that would be willing to help him to come his way. That was definitely unusual, he decided, but then again, his entire life was unusual at this point.
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An Unusual Occurence

Postby Munchkin » Mon Jul 09, 2018 6:33 pm

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As Tristan gave a hello, the stranger allowed a small but warm smile to spread across his face. At this distance the noble might notice the smell associated with the man. It was as if every memory he had of the rebirth cycle from his childhood had come back, any smell he might associate with it that was pleasant. All around was a gentle warmth, not one that was too hot yet nothing too cold either, the perfect temperature. It was as the stranger willed it to be for the comfort of his guest, a guest that he took great interest in after all. It wasn't like the man went after just anyone, but Tristan Venora was different. It couldn't, he thought, be a better match.

"Yes, Sir Venora. I've been expecting you for a short time, though it was not to do with the Nardovino girl. While she is a fascinating, and albeit heroic, young woman - she is not the reason I search for you" he admitted to the man, smile remained on his face. When Tristan asked about the sculpture the man looked to it and his smile brightened ever so slightly. "I am sculpting a man. Just a simple, standard man - with no specific features about him. Stale, I know. But that, Tristan Venora, is where you come in to this equation - and why I have waited so long just to have the pleasure of meeting you."

While Tristan would have no idea the man had been watching, it was beyond true. Many had been interested in Tristan Venora, be they mortal, Immortal, mage or other beings. He'd spent a long time and lived many journeys through the time he had spent, and his talents were hard to ignore, as well as some of the choices he made. But of all of them, this stranger was the most intrigued. Not only were his artistic pieces stunning, and his passion beyond grateful, but his heart had proven itself more than once as the kind and forgiving that the world needed sometimes. He was, the Stranger believed, perfect for the world as it was.

His hand traced over his half of the sculpture, which was admittedly very well done, with no notable errors even in the eyes of someone so talented at Sculpting as Tristan. As he did so, smaller features began to create themselves, finer details - and the man changed. His sculpted hair became long and wavy, his outfit changed ever so slightly and the half of the sculpture that had been sculpted before changed to have a new and beautiful detail - one that was familiar. It was, very clearly, a sculpture of Tristan himself. Yet the other half of it remained untouched, still just a block of stone waiting to be sculpted in to art.

"Now, as you can probably tell I have sculpted you - but only half of you" the Immortal said, gesturing. "I want you to follow my lead, Duke of Oakleigh. But instead of the other half being what you look like outside - I want it to reflect what you are like on the inside."
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An Unusual Occurence

Postby Tristan Venora » Fri Jul 13, 2018 10:16 am

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As he stood face to face with the Stranger, Tristan finally noticed the smell. It was unlike anything that he had ever smelled on a human being – or near one – before. The smell reminded him of home, of the Rebirth Cycle in Sabaissant where he had grown up, of a happier, simpler time, of the grass in the garden where he had spent so much time, of the flowers and the delicious smell of cake drifting through the open kitchen window. There was even a hint of his mother’s perfume. He couldn’t help but sigh wistfully, but that moment of wistfulness didn’t last long. There was something about this place that just made him so comfortable. It was neither too warm nor too cold, but just all-around pleasant.

As the Stranger told him that it didn’t have to do anything with Faith, Tristan looked at him in confusion. There were only three people on all of Scalvoris that knew who he was and that he was here, so if Faith hadn’t told the Stranger about him, who had it been then? Padraig? He doubted that the man would be as friendly if he had talked to Faith’s husband. Padraig seemed to dislike him no matter what he did. He was confused! The conversation turned to the Stranger’s sculpture though, and he decided to leave the matter, at least for the time being. It was not that important, especially not when he could talk about art instead!

“Simple doesn’t automatically equal stale”, he pointed out. “Sometimes the simplest works of art are also the most beautiful ones.” Having said that, he leaned forward so that he could take a closer look. “You are quite talented”, he decided, which was not flattery, but nothing but the truth. The Stranger’s sculpture was absolutely flawless. “In fact I couldn’t have done it …” He had wanted to tell the Stranger that even he couldn’t have done it better, even though he was one of the greatest sculptors on Idalos, but he broke off abruptly as the sculpture in front of him began to change. “That’s me!” he blurted out, and his eyes widened in surprise. How could that be?

“Why does it suddenly look like me?” he wanted to know, deciding that the situation was finally getting a bit too strange for him to keep his mouth shut and simply go with the flow. “I’m not sure what I look like on the inside”, he murmured. He had never engaged in self-introspection, at least not to a greater extent, and he was at a complete loss for a moment before he simply got to work. He decided to let his chisel and his hammer guide him and see what happened. After a few trills they came to the surface, all of the feelings that nobody but Faith, not even Valeria, had any inkling existed, his desire for peace and for honesty in a world that seemed to be full of lies, all of his joy and his pain, all of his love and his wish to be forgiven because he had kept the woman that he had loved more than anything else in the world as a slave and not realized his mistake until it had been too late.

His half of the sculpture was not spectactularly different from the Stranger’s, but there was an intensity to it that few that looked at him ever noticed. Most people thought that Tristan Venora was nothing but a spoiled brat that didn’t care about anything but alcohol, women and fine clothes and that had gotten his duchy through a stroke of luck and was blind to what his friend, the king, did. He wasn’t. On the contrary, he was utterly aware of what the world was like. He just didn’t know how he’d be able to fix it.

After a moment he looked up at the Stranger, almost shyly – which was slightly out of character for him - and then he smiled and asked, “What do you think?” The other man’s opinion mattered to him – because it was his sculpture – and because he had never created something that personal before. As he looked at him expectantly – and hopefully – he realized that, while the Stranger knew who he was, he didn’t have any idea who he was facing. A part of him was, he had to admit, quite curious, even though he wasn’t sure if it really mattered, but the sculpture was more important right now.
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An Unusual Occurence

Postby Munchkin » Wed Jul 18, 2018 9:11 am

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"I understand your confusion, but fear not, Tristan Venora" the Stranger started, noticing the puzzled look in the noble man's eyes and smiling lightly at it. It was understandable after all, there was no way for him to know how the stranger had heard of him or even knew he would be arriving in Sweetwine on this Trial. "Who I am, what I know of you and why I am here will be revealed in time. But as of right now this sculpture must be finished, I am on a rather strict schedule for it."

"I would have to agree, for the most part. Though I find it's always better to add a unique touch, no matter how small" he said, keeping warm and friendly eye contact with Tristan as the two spoke. Physically his presence was intimidating, but personality wise he was no such thing. The Stranger was, after all, a kind man. Seeing Tristan's surprise the man let out a small chuckle. "I appreciate the compliment, and yes - it is you. I've always had a natural knack for sculpting, you see."

Giving Tristan no further explanation, the man watched as Tristan got to work. His technique was almost as good as the Strangers, if not equal. But what the man was looking for not his talent with a chisel and hammer, he'd seen that before when he had decided to take a look at Tristan's work, but what he decided to create. When he was finished, the man stood up and walked to view it from another angle, his limp a little more evident than before. His blank face quickly became a smile, and he nodded while watching the work.

"I think it is impressive, and I see what you're trying to do - or so I think. Such is the beauty of art, how we all interpret things differently. You have done well, Tristan Venora" the Stranger smiled to him. "Now I, Vhalar, will offer you two questions. Any that you wish to ask, before I show you the real reason I came here."
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