It has been brought to my attention that profile information about my characters isn’t easily accessible for asks and starters on here without some digging, and I agree. So here is a post with the Carrds I have done so far. This will be pinned to the top of my tumblr, and may occasionally be updated when new cards are added or updates are done.
Ciel had been tending the flowers in her yard when Glace arrived unannounced. There was no hello, no mention of her name to get her attention, but an eventual clearing of his throat to serve the same purpose.
She lifted her head and tipped up the brim of the woven hat she wore to see who it was, only to scoff at such a greeting. “Really? Well, hello to you too. Let me guess, you need my help for another job?”
“Well yes… and no,” he answered. She hadn’t seen him in months and by now the trail of Artoire Boniface had gone cold. Glace had other matters in mind which were more important in the moment. “Actually… it’s a bit of a personal matter, and kind of a big ask.”
Taking a breath, Ciel dropped her trowel onto the ground and brushed bits of grass off of her knees as she stood. She was sure she’d more than paid off her debt by now, but what was one more favor?
“Alright, I’m listening,” she confirmed in an even tone, neither elated nor annoyed, at least not until she knew what this request consisted of.
Glace lowered his head but hesitated. He wasn’t sure how best to ask for what he needed, but after another beat he got on with it. “Listen, Plum… you know a bit about me an’ mine already. Things didn’t exactly go as planned with bringing them home and… well, more than a few of my Siblings died.”
At that, she removed her hat and held it in front of her chest in a solemn gesture for his grief. She waited quietly for the rest of his request.
“You may not know but I’ve seen you on more than one battlefield. In the aftermath, when all the fighting’s done, when the ground’s still smouldering under your feet. I’ve seen you walk through like it’s… a meadow or something… a field of flowers. And you whisper and you sing and play your harp, all the while pluckin’ motes out of thin air where people died.”
Her eyes shifted away in search of anything that might keep her from meeting his eyes. He wasn’t wrong, but realizing she had had an audience at all suddenly made the breath stop in her throat.
“And then… you smiled in that way you do when you’re about to part ways with an ol’ friend or loved one, like you’ll see them again just a few moons later. In the next moment, those motes blinked out one by one. You set them free.”
He paused to watch her, noting her uncertainty. “I don’t doubt what my own eyes saw, but that’s all I’m asking for. Well, that’s part one… the place where they died, I don’t want them to linger. They’ve suffered enough.”
Only now did Ciel lift her green eyes to him again, but there was no change in her expression.
“The second part is, we recovered what flesh remains we could and they’ve since been cremated,” he went on. “I was hoping you might be able to do some funerary rite for them, too, an’ scatter the ashes. Mere formality, but some of the survivors might benefit from the closure.”
The songstress closed her eyes and softly shook her head. “Funerary rites are a specialty of Arrzaneth Ossuary. Alas, I’m no priestess of Thal.”
“I can’t go to them and you know it,” he huffed, “I’ve done my damnest to keep the others safe by not exposing the location of our new home. I don’t trust those Ul'dahn blokes, not to mention the exorbitant prices they ask for services like that. Please, Plum, I’ll do anything you ask of me if you’ll do this.”
He wasn’t wrong about this, either, and she knew quite well what their fees typically ranged.
“Glace, I’m but a humble devout of Oschon. Although formal funerary rites aren’t normally my forte, I am called by Him to grant comfort to they that wander.” She dipped her head once in a nod of agreement, “Very well. I will do what you’re asking, but I can’t in good consciousness ask aught in return.”
The Duskwight stood there in stunned silence for a few breaths before finally stammering, “Are you sure?”
“Aye. I’ll not deny anyone peace at a price that benefits only myself. But tell me where I need to go and it shall be done.”
Ciel had been tending the flowers in her yard when Glace arrived unannounced. There was no hello, no mention of her name to get her attention, but an eventual clearing of his throat to serve the same purpose.
She lifted her head and tipped up the brim of the woven hat she wore to see who it was, only to scoff at such a greeting. “Really? Well, hello to you too. Let me guess, you need my help for another job?”
“Well yes… and no,” he answered. She hadn’t seen him in months and by now the trail of Artoire Boniface had gone cold. Glace had other matters in mind which were more important in the moment. “Actually… it’s a bit of a personal matter, and kind of a big ask.”
Taking a breath, Ciel dropped her trowel onto the ground and brushed bits of grass off of her knees as she stood. She was sure she’d more than paid off her debt by now, but what was one more favor?
“Alright, I’m listening,” she confirmed in an even tone, neither elated nor annoyed, at least not until she knew what this request consisted of.
Glace lowered his head but hesitated. He wasn’t sure how best to ask for what he needed, but after another beat he got on with it. “Listen, Plum… you know a bit about me an’ mine already. Things didn’t exactly go as planned with bringing them home and… well, more than a few of my Siblings died.”
At that, she removed her hat and held it in front of her chest in a solemn gesture for his grief. She waited quietly for the rest of his request.
“You may not know but I’ve seen you on more than one battlefield. In the aftermath, when all the fighting’s done, when the ground’s still smouldering under your feet. I’ve seen you walk through like it’s… a meadow or something… a field of flowers. And you whisper and you sing and play your harp, all the while pluckin’ motes out of thin air where people died.”
Her eyes shifted away in search of anything that might keep her from meeting his eyes. He wasn’t wrong, but realizing she had had an audience at all suddenly made the breath stop in her throat.
“And then… you smiled in that way you do when you’re about to part ways with an ol’ friend or loved one, like you’ll see them again just a few moons later. In the next moment, those motes blinked out one by one. You set them free.”
He paused to watch her, noting her uncertainty. “I don’t doubt what my own eyes saw, but that’s all I’m asking for. Well, that’s part one… the place where they died, I don’t want them to linger. They’ve suffered enough.”
Only now did Ciel lift her green eyes to him again, but there was no change in her expression.
“The second part is, we recovered what flesh remains we could and they’ve since been cremated,” he went on. “I was hoping you might be able to do some funerary rite for them, too, an’ scatter the ashes. Mere formality, but some of the survivors might benefit from the closure.”
The songstress closed her eyes and softly shook her head. “Funerary rites are a specialty of Arrzaneth Ossuary. Alas, I’m no priestess of Thal.”
“I can’t go to them and you know it,” he huffed, “I’ve done my damnest to keep the others safe by not exposing the location of our new home. I don’t trust those Ul'dahn blokes, not to mention the exorbitant prices they ask for services like that. Please, Plum, I’ll do anything you ask of me if you’ll do this.”
He wasn’t wrong about this, either, and she knew quite well what their fees typically ranged.
“Glace, I’m but a humble devout of Oschon. Although formal funerary rites aren’t normally my forte, I am called by Him to grant comfort to they that wander.” She dipped her head once in a nod of agreement, “Very well. I will do what you’re asking, but I can’t in good consciousness ask aught in return.”
The Duskwight stood there in stunned silence for a few breaths before finally stammering, “Are you sure?”
“Aye. I’ll not deny anyone peace at a price that benefits only myself. But tell me where I need to go and it shall be done.”
The rules and opportunities for their new lives were something Glace had written well over a turn ago, only refining them over time as more came to mind. Having these things at hand was all a part of the foundation of the former Colossus Project subjects’ new lives in hopes that they could find new paths for themselves without a sword hanging over their heads. Freedom had rules, alas, but opportunities were now abundant where they had had none before.
The words were posted in a couple of places where they could be easily found; on the door of a one room school house intended to eventually educate the younglings and any of the adults who wished to sharpen their minds, on the door of the workshop, and lastly just outside the dining hall which was now unnecessarily large for however many of them remained.
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Victory was bittersweet, and the work was not yet finished. While a number of Glace’s siblings had finally been saved, both from the Empire and from the aether-twisting grasp of the Telophoroi’s hideous towers, too many had been lost. They were twisted too far beyond anyone’s ability to save them, or their body’s were entirely destroyed by time, elements, and neglect in addition to their aether being altered. There were now, perhaps, fewer than half their ilk remaining.
The flight away from Yanxia was one of exhausted silence but a lack of tension, except for a few. Terra Shield’s life still hung by a thread, and Mother - no, Lillium - hovered close at hand in case his status changed.
Maker’s Spark and Ceruleum Flower stayed close to a hesitantly dozing Glace, the former as much as from the grief of losing her birth twin as it was from spending so much of her power on helping Terra come back to some inkling of stability. Flower had seen some of the most terrifying things her innocent mind could ever begin to imagine and bravely stood up to help her Siblings recover.
As for the others, they were mixed between hard sleep and staring off into oblivion, trying to process everything that happened. Some were reluctant to sleep, too afraid that this was all a reprieve from a months’ long nightmare that they would quickly find themselves immersed back into upon waking.
It was a feeling Glace knew all too well, and he couldn’t blame them for their restlessness. He only hoped that what awaited them after a few bells worth of flight in Caelric’s airship would help to put them more at ease.
By the time they were over the Dravanian Hinterlands, the first hues of morning light were rising over the mountain peaks. Their destination, however, was not Idyllshire but somewhere below, partially obscured in the rolling mists of the Orn Wild.
Untouched by many and unclaimed by any jurisdiction, the Orn Wild offered both freedom and security from those who might have survived the Empire and come hunting.
The deep valley offered incredible potential and resources: Fresh water and air, fertile earth, sunlight and untainted rain, and plentiful prey for the hunting. There were trees for wood and craft, stone and metal for smithing.
The sanctuary itself was dotted with dwellings which were clearly inspired by those the Sharlayan’s left behind in the Hinterlands. Glace found their design to be rather ingenious, and in the case of the sanctuary it was integrated as yet another layer of defense. The round shape allowed water to flow around them in case of flooding, and wind in case the gales became exceptionally strong. The curve meant less resistance against the force of elements where flatter walls could more easily be broken down.
Too, if someone did come looking for them, the architecture might bear enough resemblance to the Sharlayans’ to cast doubt on their quarry being present.
The dwellings were all different sizes to take into account the variety of residents and their needs, but all were uniform in features to start with. Basic furnishings were present, supplies were stocked in each as soon as the Goblins knew the Colossus Project survivors were on their way, and water filtration and heat systems were activated. The occupants could modify their new homes in whatever way best suited them later.
In the middle of all of this an empty space yet to be filled by what will eventually be an aetheryte of their own, built from the parts left in the abandoned aetheryte factory, above. Just as soon as the Goblins could find the proper schematics to make it happen…
Upon landing, they were greeted by the very Goblins that had helped to build the place so accurately to the specifications they were given. Though a few of the Siblings expressed concern, these were quickly put to rest when their presence was explained and food was offered.
This was where their new lives and freedom could finally begin, but their battles were not yet over.
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