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Arch 719, 1st Trial of Ashan

The soles of her feet felt aflame, and her once small and light bag suddenly seemed to be filled with stones. Every step up to the wooden doors was akin to climbing a mountain as fatigue sucked the last vestiges of strength away from her. It should have been a simple thing, or so the guards at the Great Parhn Gate had told her. A direct route he had said, simple, easy... Yet now here she was, nearly 5 breaks later, barely standing upon the threshold of her destination. Were it not for the season Felicia was certain she would be sweating, and now her shoes would be sorely in need of repair. With a shake of her head, Felicia opened the door and stepped across the threshold, a soft sigh of relief escaping her lips.

It was a nice space, simple yet direct in its purpose. A few chairs and tables, some pots, and of course three clearly marked doors which left little to no question as to where she was to go next. For a short time, her cool blue eyes lingered on the door marked "housing" before she forcefully tore them away and made toward the one labeled "employment". Housing would come in its own time, but for now, she knew there was a more pressing need. Taking several slow, deep breaths Felicia adjusted her clothing slightly and passed a hand uselessly over her hair. Then crossing the final few steps to the door she knocked lightly, opening the door a crack to peer inside. It seemed another was already there, speaking with a well-dressed gentleman who looked up and met her eyes with a smile.

"Oh, I'm sorry." Felicia said quietly, feeling a faint flush of color touching her cheeks as she quickly shut the door and pressed her back against it. Closing her eyes and resting a hand on her chest Felicia took another breath, wondering if she had missed a sign or a bell to announce her. She had little time to wonder this, however, as within the trill the door opened once more and Felicia quickly shuffled aside to allow another man to pass her, one wearing a fine coat and hat who passed not even a glance her way.

"Miss?" The deep voice from inside the office broke Felicia's gaze from the leaving man's back as she turned to peer back inside. The older man was now standing, still smiling as he beckoned her over with an upraised hand, "How can I help you?"

"I..." Felicia began, hesitating for some reason, but another wave from the man as he ushered her inside loosened the slight knot of tension that had unknowingly begun growing in her chest. "I am new to Etzos, and I am looking for work."

"Ah, yes that is what I am here for." His politeness was like a balm to her aching muscles and weary legs, and Felicia graciously accepted the chair as it was offered to her. "My name is Peter Mead, the Employment Coordinator." He said this as he moved some papers about on his desk, "Give me an idea of what sort of employment you are looking for, and what skills you may have. I will see what I can do from there."

Felicia reflexively returned his smile this time and paused several trills as she tried to find an answer to his questions. In truth, she had not put much thought into WHAT she wanted to do. She had become so focused on getting employment she had not considered what that employment might be. Her brow furred slightly as she thought, and she absently played with a loose thread in her shirt.

"Well... I have experience in household chores..." She began slowly, struggling to sift through the tangle of thoughts that muddled up her head, "I worked as a waitress at a tavern for a short time, but for most of two years I was an assistant to a mortician. Mostly helping to prepare the bodies for burial, and working with the deceased's family..." There was a note of hesitation in her voice at this point, unsure how Mead might react. Often people seemed put off, or uncomfortable, with the thought of working with the dead. To Felicia however, it had never been an issue. Yet still... This was a new city, and there were other possibilities.

"I can use a knife reasonably well, and I am comfortable with sickness and death." A slight wince as she thought about the wording, but pressed on anyway, "If possible though I would like to help the living. If there are any apprenticeships opening in any areas of healing I think I would like to work there."

How stupid, the girl who plays with corpses wants to heal the living.

Firming her expression Felicia looked at Mead, "Do you know if there are any positions like that available?"
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"The Still...?" Felicia began softly, but cut off what questions bubbled to her mind as she did not wish to interrupt the man as he attempted to enlighten her. It seemed an odd thing, an infection that would petrify a person. For some reason, Felicia could not picture that that would be like at all. Still, he had said the Prime Sanitarium was always hiring, and that brought a small amount of relief to the girl who truly had wondered if it was possible for her at all.

"Thank you." Felicia said as she accepted the paper, marveling at the fine handwriting that was there. There was a short pause during with Felicia simply stared at the paper, but soon she glanced upwards as if remembering where she was, "I will do whatever I can to help. If I can use my skills with corpses as well then I will be most grateful." Was that the right thing to say? For some odd reason it felt a bit off to her, yet how else could she phrase that slight bit of excitement that came when he mentioned amputations.

Gently she folded the paper and slipt it into a pocket in her cloak, standing slowly to leave, "I would like to speak with Dr. Aderell now if that would be possible." She paused once more as a light coloring flushed her neck and cheeks as she glanced toward the door, "Could you... perhaps show me the most direct route to the Prime Sanitarium? I am afraid the newness of the city has had an effect on my sense of direction..." her words trailed off as she remembered the hike that brought her the supposedly short distance from the gate to here. Felicia had no desire to repeat that fiasco.
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57 Ymiden, 719

Llyr entered past the doors. His hand lingered as he held one of them open. The leather of his glove crinkled against the wood, then he let go. It swung quietly shut behind him. He glanced around the empty room. He wondered if the offices weren’t usually busy at the earliest light of dawn or if it had more to do with the current war efforts.

The tall biqaj, in his natural-born form, had dressed in simple design, but luxury quality, attire. Pale reds and charcoal grays with modest silver embellishments lined along an Etzori fashioned outfit. He’d had it tailored specifically to his silhouette and it covered every bit of skin that might dare to show; from his polished boots, all the way to the high collar tightly fastened around his neck – except for his visage. He'd combed his bangs down to hide the scarred mark on the center of his forehead behind the mess of fair blond.

He glanced between the three marked doors, took a small breath, then strode forward.

A moment’s pause, then he lightly rapped his knuckles against the door marked Guidance.

He waited…

...after a bit, he knocked again, slightly louder.

This time, and when he was about to try one of the other doors, he heard a muffled response to open the door himself. Llyr entered the Guidance office, and glanced around at the... mess.

Llyr softly shut the door behind him, then set a hand over his chest and shook his head at the disorder of the place. He supposed the elderly man who moved about the office had gotten overwhelmed with work due to the siege, or something of that nature. The biqaj ignored an impulse to start cleaning up the office, and focused on why he'd visited.

The older man was talking already, a lot, and he could only assume it was… yes, the assumption was confirmed when Marlin Tagley introduced himself. Of course, Llyr had delicately asked around before he’d arrived to the Office of the Citizen’s Committee. He wanted to make sure he was headed to a decent location for his inquiry. While he wasn't completely certain, he felt assured enough to speak with Tagley.

Fixing the cuff of his glove, his momentary surprise at the state of the office turned into vague disinterest at the sheepish grin and implied apology… or explanation, or excuse, however one wished to look at it. He waited, then forced a thin smile when the older man finally asked what he needed help with.

“I’m afraid I’m uncertain whether such a matter is under your purview or not, Mister Tagley, so I apologize if I waste your time. Things are rather chaotic right now, I’m sure that is obvious,” he took a small breath and stepped farther into the room. His gaze flicked to the various stacks of papers again. He gradually took off his gloves in a glide of leather over pale skin to reveal that he had a few rings adorned. His attention returned to the older gentleman. “I was meant to arrive much sooner, and if it were not for the southern forces and everything else, I would have.”

“It has taken me nearly eighty trials at sea, enduring a pirate’s ransom, and too many trials navigating the anarchy of your land’s decimated countryside, to arrive here. Perhaps Ambassador Jorsie made the journey and gave word ahead of my visit?” His accent had thickened, the lull and lilt of the blended southern dialect of Quacia and the rural jungles of the far away continent. He held out his left hand. There were multiple rings made from bone, from metal, and shell, but on the wedding digit, a gold and ruby signet ring of the noble Ryn House. “My name is Lord Venora, from the city of Quacia. I traveled here at the specific request of Lord Vuda, and as such, despite the unrest's turbulence that forces me to your office, I wish to meet with him as soon as possible.”

The blond withdrew his hand from view and casually slapped his gloves against the golden-scarred palm. “As for what you can help me with... I would like for you to inform me if you are capable of managing this affair on my behalf, and if not, who can?”
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67th of Ymiden 719


Woe travelled through the plague-ridden streets, some mounds of victims heaped three times as tall as he was, burning in the wind and adding to the miasma of the fallen state of Etzos. He held a cloth to his face much of the walk through these districts. It occurred to him once or twice that perhaps it was a mistake to have come here. But he was here now, and had to make do, at least until he was in shape to move onto greener pastures.

He looked at the doors ahead of him, and after reading the text, opted for the one on the right. He'd need some sort of employment, he presumed, if he was to live here whether temporarily or on a more permanent basis. Although he couldn't imagine opting to the latter.

He put his kit down outside the door, and checked his weapons with whoever handled that, if they did.

Finally, after a while of waiting, he was ushered in to meet with Peter Mead.

Hello, name's Woe." Woe nodded toward him as he took a seat opposite. He removed his wide-brimmed hat from his head as he addressed the older man.

"Er... Well I used to be a jailer in Rynmere. Specializing in advanced interrogation, and some guard duty. Maybe something along those lines?" Woe shrugged, "May need brushing up on my fighting skills."

He waited a moment or two for the gentleman to look over his list, and answer him.


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Sometimes life changes in unexpected ways, her time in Scalvoris was an endearing endeavor to scrape whatever dignity had remained and make a stand only to be swept aside a failure time and time again. She was always put against the odds and they never were in her favor, friends worse then enemies and enemies with magic her tenacity steel and sarcasm could only go so far and do so much.

She had given up on Raskalarn and those within her inner circle, there had been a time when she wore her mother’s disapproval like a badge of honor to feel as though she had been fortunate enough to have been at the very least evaluated as something even if just a failure.

Looking back on it she wanted to justify her hurt, but really the only thing she had done was drink poison and expect the other person to die. Toxic, her whole family was corrosive aunts and uncles it was all the same shit with the same agendas.

It behooved her, to step off of that wretched island. But she made her choice and thus Etzos was her new home, and her first choice was to become part of the guard.

Her old cloak Amaris had gifted her was gone, the tabard of the hounds was gone. The only consistency in her life was steel, and it was properly polished to a chrome sheen. In one hand her claymore she affectionately named Sarcasm was clasped in its radiant metal scabbard while her left hand cupped her full helm at the hip artistically the face plate depicted a valkyrie with a tear drop and it too glistened when kissed by sunlight; the shadows cast gave the masks eye slits a sinister aura devoid of emotion. The tapestry of her white cloak veiled most of the plate, but the glean from her gauntlets and exposed personal affects made a disorienting display when caught in its cast reflection of the suns gaze.

Lavana was gone; reinvented.
Klaudia Khastel is what would take its place.


Klaudia had reinvented herself, for so long she had harbored resentment for Qylios but now she begrudgingly liked the immortal, aside from steel it’s all she had left as her Mark was wrapped around her left arm glowing rhythmically as it pulsed from intense to dull with its feigning hum of latent untapped energy.

The city of Etzos felt grim as she stepped into the office of the citizens committee, it seemed like a good tactic to take her skill set as a warrior and then apply as a soldier. No one would have to know the Imperial Princess Lavana Tharn; Valtharns Twin Sister and Raskalarns Greatest Failure, and she could find her own path here. Assert her dominance, clasp the reigns of command and lay waste to the enemies of this city and it’s glory.

Peter Mead extended his hand and Klaudia nodded in appreciation of the gesture as she could not reciprocate with full hands. She was certain he’d understand.

”I’m pleased to make your acquaintance I apologize but my hands are full, my name is La... “ The mortalborn shook her head with an heir of disbelief at her almost blunder, before attempting to quickly clean up the mess. ”Apologies, I must still be worn from my travels I haven’t a head for names apparently I’d almost forgotten mine, Klaudia Khastel” She attempted humor to discretely hide her indiscretion
”I came looking for an employment opportunity to join the rank and file of the Etzori military, I hailed from Rynmere and set out in search of adventure.”she smiled courteously but could not hide the devilry beneath the facade ”I found plenty of it and my skill with the claymore let me continue my journey. Tilting her head to avert her gaze to emphasize the hostility she knew many harbored against the immortals as she responded firm and self assured. ”If your wondering why yes I am marked by the immortal of leadership, light and bonds her name is Qyilous have you ever heard of her? ”
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As he entered the housing office to the right, he felt a rush of atavistic shock hit his mind. He'd been through this before, this same building only a year to the day. Well, perhaps more than that, but it was close enough. As bidden by the woman behind the desk, he shut the door behind him, and then took a seat at the desk, smoothing his cloak beneath him as he did so.

He was not dressed the part of a wandering vagrant, for all the fact that there were twigs and dirt still stuck in the fibers of his clothing. Woe wore a padded silk surcoat, colored charcoal gray with trims of darker colors. Beneath the surcoat, a simple, black wool shirt, brown leather trousers tucked into shin boots. Around his shoulders, a mantle of gray magpie feathers which was worn over a cloak of light, black velvet. The dark colors helped conceal the otherwise obvious mutation of swirling shadows that formed when the light hit his pale skin. Shadows that delineated his competence with Umbral Hone.

His eyes lightened as she introduced herself as Kelleen Mora, then nodded politely. "I'm Woe Morandi. I was hoping to purchase a permanent residence in Etzos."

She fetched a large book from her lower desk drawer. The arcane spark inside his soul bristled as he looked at the woman. She seemed very business-like, distant. The less she showed of emotion, the more the etheric parasite in him wished to explore her tangle with abandon, poke and prod and figure out what lay beneath the surface. Yet, Woe was the one in charge of his spark, at least for the moment. He silenced its attempts to hijack his decision-making here. The woman was only here to help him with housing. Nothing else.

When at last she retrieved the book and began refreshing her quill, he continued, "I'm here on business from elsewhere. Yet I plan on making Etzos a frequent place I visit. I want a permanent house, if for no other reason than to feel at home when I'm staying here.

He gave her a thin, humorless smile at that, "I trust there's something available that will suit me."
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