07-26-2019, 12:40 PM
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ik elysium doesnt auto accept but given the pace of the rp im gonna just retcon that theyve already been granted newcomer status. lmk if this could lead to any issues and ill fix it asap!
Moons ago - years, now - this would have been different. Once upon a time he was a bright-eyed youth, eager for adventure and conquest of the unknown. He was a child, a delicate thing that could not battle to save his life but still carried a sword because, some day, he knew the battlefield would be his. Instead he'd bide his time in chamber halls, territories drawn across the floor, a budding strategist under the careful watch of their leader. Then, he'd be a judge in court, a deputy standing beside the throne. He was a conqueror in those days, in every sense of the word. He explored that strange land, he learnt its ways, he became one with it and then made that city his own.
These days, the prospect of doing it all again lacks its old luster.
He is not old, but he is not young. He's learnt that with leadership comes loss and loneliness above all things. With severed political alliances came friendships broken, lovers torn apart by the boundaries placed between them, bodies with names trampled on a battlefield. Such was life, he once reasoned, but time had taught him that his callous decisions bordered on cruel. Things were different, now - he had Finn, he had children, he had a family who had carried him at his lowest. Experience had taught him what history books and battle strategies could not.
Even with his pack of wanderers, there came a need for something new, an animal instinct which called for the camaraderie of a clan, of a society to which they all belonged. While living as loners gave them freedom, they were social animals, and the need for community life became a driving force for their decisions. The region was unknown to them but yet they had managed to carve a path from their distant, former homes to here: the Elysium, a kingdom carved into the mountainside. Cav had bargained for refuge among their ranks, and until they could call themselves Elysians they were considered strangers in this new land.
The tiger doesn't consider himself much of a talker these days. He doesn't mind company, but he doesn't outright seek it - instead, he spends his days quietly picking apart the territory, mental maps of the tunnels unfurling in his head and the landmarks creating a series of checkpoints among these paths. He reasons he should get to know his peers, but thus far the camp has been silent but for the occasional passerby - part of him is starting to think that perhaps they were the only newcomers here. With a sigh, Cav glances at the surroundings, distantly lost in thought; he should see the leader, sometime, and be sworn in before the next meeting. He wasn't sure he was patient enough to spend the week waiting.
ik elysium doesnt auto accept but given the pace of the rp im gonna just retcon that theyve already been granted newcomer status. lmk if this could lead to any issues and ill fix it asap!
Moons ago - years, now - this would have been different. Once upon a time he was a bright-eyed youth, eager for adventure and conquest of the unknown. He was a child, a delicate thing that could not battle to save his life but still carried a sword because, some day, he knew the battlefield would be his. Instead he'd bide his time in chamber halls, territories drawn across the floor, a budding strategist under the careful watch of their leader. Then, he'd be a judge in court, a deputy standing beside the throne. He was a conqueror in those days, in every sense of the word. He explored that strange land, he learnt its ways, he became one with it and then made that city his own.
These days, the prospect of doing it all again lacks its old luster.
He is not old, but he is not young. He's learnt that with leadership comes loss and loneliness above all things. With severed political alliances came friendships broken, lovers torn apart by the boundaries placed between them, bodies with names trampled on a battlefield. Such was life, he once reasoned, but time had taught him that his callous decisions bordered on cruel. Things were different, now - he had Finn, he had children, he had a family who had carried him at his lowest. Experience had taught him what history books and battle strategies could not.
Even with his pack of wanderers, there came a need for something new, an animal instinct which called for the camaraderie of a clan, of a society to which they all belonged. While living as loners gave them freedom, they were social animals, and the need for community life became a driving force for their decisions. The region was unknown to them but yet they had managed to carve a path from their distant, former homes to here: the Elysium, a kingdom carved into the mountainside. Cav had bargained for refuge among their ranks, and until they could call themselves Elysians they were considered strangers in this new land.
The tiger doesn't consider himself much of a talker these days. He doesn't mind company, but he doesn't outright seek it - instead, he spends his days quietly picking apart the territory, mental maps of the tunnels unfurling in his head and the landmarks creating a series of checkpoints among these paths. He reasons he should get to know his peers, but thus far the camp has been silent but for the occasional passerby - part of him is starting to think that perhaps they were the only newcomers here. With a sigh, Cav glances at the surroundings, distantly lost in thought; he should see the leader, sometime, and be sworn in before the next meeting. He wasn't sure he was patient enough to spend the week waiting.
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