Tough Decisions. (Alistair)

Poxis is being recruited to The Coven.

Atop a stony plateau overlooking the lands of central Idalos, and growing wealthy from the gem stones pulled from the rocky soil, Etzos is a bastion of independence; firm in its belief that man should rule Idalos, not be servants of the vain Immortals who nearly destroyed it. But can the many factions set aside their conflicting agendas and see this through?

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Thu Jun 14, 2018 5:19 pm

2nd trial of Ymiden, Arc 718

Poxis’s slumbering eyes slowly opened to the sound of a persistent cat wailing and pawing at his front door. “fucking cat..” Poxis grumbled through clenched teeth. He pressed the ends of his pillow to his feathery ears to drown out the noise but soon found himself slamming it against the bed in frustration. Pushing himself out of bed, he stopped over to the door and nearly ripped it open.
“What do you want you little cretin!” Poxis hissed at the black cat looking up at him with eager eyes. The cat rubbed against the fuming Avriel and softly purred. He tried to resist but Poxis soon found his face softening.

“You’re a little shit..but you’re alright.” He smiled and bent down to stroke the top of the felines head . “Let me see if I have any left overs for you. Come on Reject.” The Avriel patted his thigh twice and walked into the house with the hungry cat following closely behind. All that was left to offer was a few strips of dried jerky, Poxis grabbed a strip and carefully cut it into bite size portions with a knife he’d forgotten to put away after dinner the night before. “There you go.” Poxis kelt in front of the cat with a palm full of jerky pieces.

“Looks like I should go back to looking for a job.” Poxis let his head hang back on his shoulders and his eyes roll back as he groaned at the idea. “You’re lucky reject, you can just look cute and people give you shit. People like me have to go find jobs and work for stuff.” He dropped the last few pieces of jerky on the floor and gave Reject one last stroke before partaking in a strip of the dried meat himself. “Brek-fwest uf Chap-wuns!” He proclaimed after shoving nearly the entire piece in his mouth.

“Okay you’re done now scram, I gotta go.” Poxis nudged the cat towards the door with his bare talon foot. “Stay safe little man and give your useless owner a good thrashing when you see them.” The Avriel smiled at the cat as it trotted down the street but his expression faded the moment Reject was out of view. It was now time to talk to stupid people and be nice to them, two of Poxis's least favourite things.

Once inside the city walls, it didn’t take long for Poxis to stumble onto a help wanted sign outside a local herb shop. He pulled open the wooden doors and spotted a middle age man with his back turned towards a wall of tiny drawers which he was busy stocking.

“I saw your sign out front and I was wondering if you're still looking for help.” Poxis asked in the most polite and gentle tone his voice could muster.

“Oh yes of cour-“ The man’s delightful demeanour faded the instant he spun around and laid eyes on Poxis. “The spot is taken.” He stated firmly.

Poxis body went tense and he could feel the blood boiling inside of him but he took a deep breath and tried his best to focus on the weight of his feet on the ground like his mothers taught him. “It sounded like you were about to say something else.”

“I was but I won’t work with your kind so leave.” The man thrust his finger at the door and glared at Poxis with loathing.

“WELL FUCK YOU TOO!” Poxis shrieked loudly as he let his fist fly into the stone wall. His knuckle was bleeding but he didn’t notice as he slammed the door behind him in unbridled rage. He lost control of his breathing and tears were forming around his eyes, he needed to get away. His pace quickened but he didn’t know where he was going. He looked back and saw the store clerk talking to a guard and pointing in his direction. Poxis ducked into an alleyway quickly and hid behind a hamper of dirty blankets.
“You can breath, you can breath, you can breath” He chanted quietly through laboured breaths and sobbing. His one mother always said if you can talk, you can breath.

Three winged silhouettes descended from the sky and landed gracefully in front of where Poxis was sitting. A trio of Avriel were all starring down at Poxis, The one in the middle was a brightly feathered male that towered over the other two. He wore the expression of someone who smelled something revolting and was the first to speak up. “How truly sad this sight is.”

“Go Away..” Poxis trembled with growing rage that he tried desperately to contain.

“I’m sorry brother, but I cannot ignore wasted potential. I see a diamond in the ruff being shat on by lesser creatures and it saddens me, does it not sadden you as well brother?”

“First of all shit lord, I’m not your fucking brother so can you stop calling me that and second, I’m not sad i’m fucking pissed! so if you don’t mind I’d like to be alone, Exactly what part of that don’t you fuckers understand!” Poxis pulled himself off the ground and balled his fists. He could almost taste how satisfying it would be deck this guy in his extra puchable face.

“No need for violence, I only ask that you join our family. The Coven accepts all who seek power and we have much to offer you for your loyalty, I assure you.” The strange Avriel grinned as he offered Poxis his open palm.

"What the fuck is a Coven?" Poxis spat back pushing the offered hand away in defiance.
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Mon Jun 25, 2018 3:24 am

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What am I seeing?

Why am I here?

Oh, right.

I awoke to six separate gifts, tangled together; an effigy, an idol. The black braid of a fallen beast. A raven's beak. The eye of a fallen child. A tangled braid of violet and burgundy hues. The foundation, a thick carving of wood, shaped like a totemic bear. And small wings, seared by a thick substance into the back of the animal, with all the rest lingering across his body as a sash, or within his paws.

I remember all of these aspects of the effigy. I know from who they derive. Yet, despite my familiarity, and my self-assurances that I know - truly know - I can't recall.

My eyes linger open, steadily. The real world opens up. I see. I feel. I want to return to my rest.


Another grand morning in Etzos. Alistair never particularly admired the city, but at least - for now - it remained mostly stable. He could go to sleep and feel relatively assured that he would wake up... first, alive, and secondly not to the sound of clashing blades or men burning at a pyre, but rather the shallow chattering of birds and the bustling of men roaming the roads. Of course, the smell of grit and recently dumped chamberpots clung to all that laid outside of his window, but regardless, he was alive and awake.

The last dream he'd had was . . . far from pleasant. He-- knew why he'd begun to dream of such obscure things. Etzos had many memories for him, few of which were gracious. So many odd experiences; it was here where he'd first been introduced to Rupturing, by the woman he so steadily began to deplore. He learned of Reyard, of the Scions of Wanderlust, of the world that lurked beyond their own. And he descended further into Necromancy - animating Haunts that slaughtered children, tainting his soul a tone so hungry and grim.

This city was viewed through a filter of guilt, and that was perhaps why he had never settled here, despite all of the opportunities that had been presented. But this trial, this cycle, he had made his determination to absolve himself of the pervasive guilt of yore. A great deal of that lied on eliminating the institution that had perpetuated his growth into evil, and all of the vile deeds that he and others around him had done. Rosenthal. Alistair had come, yet again, to Etzos . . . seeking absolution.

Though within this Godless land, he could not rely on Pier and Pre to dole out justice against the Coven, but himself and the resources he'd acquired. The deals he had made.

Vuda, Noth... the Establishment, Al'Angryl. All players invited to his grand ambition, against the Coven of Ellasin Dathlande.

Alistair woke fully, drawing his clothes onto his skin, wearing both the copper-ruby sigil of his House and the Stopwatch-Pendant that Ralaith had given him. As always, he wore simple clothes that clung well to his form, and upon freshening up with soap, a bucket and the mashed bits of mint-like leaves, he left the solitude of the inn and treaded towards --

The beating of wings, a hasty descent. Odd. Three Avriel joined another, who was notably enraged, and crass in his dialect. They offered him . . . a family. The Coven. Alistair visibly cringed. They must have all been new recruits -- Naxos at best. To recruit so brazenly, and with such an open hand, was both atypical and beneath the Coven. Had Talia failed to regulate the actions of her many new members? Had the Etzori Coven extended its numbers too quickly?

Alistair frowned. It was odd to think that he was scolding them for not being adequate members of the Coven, but their recruitment and procedures were far more pervasive than these. To throw the name around was an action of true fools, only further damning the organization they held such misplaced reverence towards.

Not wanting to make for conflict with the Coven - yet - and equally not wishing for them to corral a new recruit, the mage devised a simple strategy to disband this ridiculous meeting.

The air around the Avriel began to oscillate and reverberate, generating light and sound, a screeching pitch that dug into their ears and quivered their bones. Roaring, but augmented to an extreme, with Alistair consuming the would-be recruit in a vortex that tore through the same reverberating space, summoning Poxis - though he did not know his name - to a darkly chamber, one he had found in pursuit of the Al'Angryl, a season past. Alistair followed there with a blink, and shut the portal behind them, leaving the Naxos to endure the tooth-gnashing hysteria of the Roaring space around them.

Alistair stood, quite fearsomely, above the Avriel who he had plucked from the grasp of the three winged magisters.

"They will all die soon," he stated, quietly, with a controlled tone that displayed nothing but a low, cold malice. "Every member of the Coven. You'd best not join their ranks - or you will follow into that fate. My reprisal against them is irregardless of the intention of any member; all will equally be slain," he whispered, turning his back to the Avriel as he stared quietly at the moldy walls of the cell-like structure he'd called them both to.

"You may leave," he stated, placing his locked fingers steadily behind his back.
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Tue Jun 26, 2018 2:32 am

Before more words could escape the mouth of the mysterious Avriel trio, they were drowned out by a painful ringing that assaulted Poxis’s ears without remorse. The world around Poxis fluctuated and transformed and before he knew it he had fallen through a sudden hole in the cobblestone bricks beneath him. Poxis found solid ground with his back and looked up to find an intimidating stranger glaring down at him. With little light, Poxis could only make out the details of the man’s menacing expression as he loomed over him. The young Avriel’s life flashed before his eyes as he was sure he was about the be slaughtered in a place his body would never be found. His heart pounded rapidly in his chest but his body was frozen on the ground until the other man spoke. Poxis listened to the threatening lecture in the hopes that things would make sense but more questions filled his mind until it was ready to burst.

“I’m not leaving until I get some bloody answers!” Poxis blurted out with clenched fists. The Avriel attempted to match the human’s formidable aura but failed as his voice quivered with emotion.

“Who are they? Who are you? and where the fuck even are we?” Poxis berated the man with questions as he pulled himself off the ground and tried to get his bearings in the darkness. His hands proded the crudely carved stone walls and he wondered if they were even real. He had no idea what magic he had just witnessed but it was undoubtedly powerful.

“Did you just kill those men with..whatever you just did?” He hesitantly added while surveying the man’s face for any sign of aggression. "That was magic, right?"
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