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(85th Winter) Fallon makes a decision.

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Return of the Itchy Feet.

Postby Fallon on January 29th, 2017, 2:46 pm

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85th Winter 516 AV
Afternoon

It was with sombre eyes that Fallon looked upon her home. What was once filled with noise, happiness and joy had instead fallen away into cold silence. What should have been a place of peace and love, was now hollow and empty. She gave a slow blink, bare fingers tracing over the woodwork, the furnishings and small belongings that remained, the thin layer of dust having collected upon her fingers. Really she should have cleaned more, done more, had the home presented in such a way as to be welcoming. But instead she had allowed it to fall away into disarray, crumbling and forgotten while she buried herself in her work.

It was the only balm she had now. The only thing that managed to pull her through the day. The office was more a home now than this house, and the bitterness of that knowledge brushed against her consciousness. There was nothing here for her now, no reason to stay and be tied to such a place. No connections, no friends, no family, no loves.

Kaie had gone to Sunberth over a year ago, she knew that much - what fate she had met there was beyond her. In the meanwhile all she had done was remain and stagnate, festering and rotting. Pulren had left Zeltiva, for where she did not know - no doubt he craved the same freedom and lust for the world that he had in Sunberth. Matthew became preoccupied with his family, their connection neatly lost by the elements of class and profession. Noven, who knew where he went? She hope he was not lying dead in some gutter somewhere.

The inspector rubbed her thumb and forefinger together, grinding the dust between them before flicking it away. The Scars had scattered to the winds, following their own path and their weave moving out from her own. Markus had understandably returned to Syliras, he had to fulfil his duty to not only to the order but to S'Essy. She wondered, briefly, if she had their child yet - before brushing onwards with other thoughts.

And then finally there was Zandelia. It was enough to give her pause, hand resting upon the top of the fireplace eyes looking down into the dead embers. She gave them a small nudge with her boot, chewing upon her lip before she moved away. The one who had promised to not go anywhere, to not leave, to stay by her side had lied. It was a stabbing sensation that filled her, one that made her push away and collapse into one of the arm chairs. Her gaze moved to the world outside, watching the light drizzle fill the street beyond. How could she not see this coming? Such betrayal and without a word? Of course she had denied it at first, but it was only during the last season that she had swallowed such a bitter pill.

She had grown bored, left without such a word. Fallon should have known better, it was only a matter of time before such a simple and idyllic lifestyle would have chased her off. Her lips pulled into a grimace then, a snort as her gaze moved away back to the fireplace. What was the point in even pondering on it? She would never know what really happened, what thoughts went through her mind. All that mattered now was that she was gone, without even a note or a mention. No matter where she looked there was nothing, no word from where she worked, no sign of her coming home, not even the sense that something was amiss and there was a threat.
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Postby Fallon on January 29th, 2017, 2:47 pm

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It did not stop the pain though.

Fallon's gaze moved up from the fireplace then, looking to the two tulwar blades she hung above it. Perhaps to the casual observer it was nothing more than decoration, but their presence there was for a purpose. The warmth in her gaze flickered, darkened and grew cold. Within the thoughts merely turned, twisting and contorting. No, there was nothing for her here. Her feet gave a small, twitching itch that forced her up onto them. Her brow furrowed, teeth gritting into a line as the emotions began to burn.

Anger fuelled, the chair was kicked over. An exasperated shout, a mere noise of release as she stomped through the abode. Steps thundered beneath her feet as she went upstairs, riding on impulse as instinct began to kick in. It was not at her friends, her loved - it was focused at herself. To cling onto little more than sand that was passing through her grip. Her things were thrown about, armour clattering to the floor, clothing ripped and torn out in frustration of herself. A wild energy that continued to push her forward. It was only at the cloak that she stopped, hands tightly grasped around it. Knuckles white, she relented and threw it angrily across the room. The rest in such a short amount of time had been upturned, and all she could do was simply lay back on the ground and laugh a morose filled noise.

Pointless. All of it was.

"Gods above," she managed to crack a noise, "To cling or take a leap of faith." She turned her gaze to the window, face creased with emotional pain. No words came back, and instead she was left with nothing but the silence of the world. She should have known better, the Gods were not handy men to listen to their whims. She could feel the dampness begin to accumulate around her eyes. She covered them with her arm - she could not bring herself to look upon the world right now. Not when all of it seemed so hopeless.

Somewhere within the house was a small draft, a gentle drifting cool that swum through. She had not paid it much mind, no doubt there was a narrow crack in the window somewhere that was letting it in. Never the less it was unimportant, creating nothing more than a faint noise and crackling of paper. It drifted, caught upon the breeze before slapping against her face. Groaning she swatted at it, the paper crinkling in her grasp. She merely peaked upon it, noting the turquoise lettering that wisped its way across the page. Brow creased, a small flare of anger rising up within. She should have ripped it up there and then instead of clinging to it. Such a cruel and poisonous trinket was better off being destroyed. It would only cause her mind and heart to fester with rage and destruction. Indeed, she was an inferno waiting to ignite at the smallest spark.

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Tunic (Ramie) x2
Simple belt
Red Sash
Blue Dress
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Postby Fallon on January 29th, 2017, 2:48 pm

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She almost did right then.

The Lykata flickered in response, a buzzing feeling that tingled across her palm. Sinking, seeping, it pushed through her rage at that moment, the odd sensation taking over. It filled her mind, mere snatches forcibly taking to her thoughts. Contributions that filled and pushed through while her sense of awareness was neatly wiped clean. It was consuming and controlling, one that forced her to halt mid action.

It came as a click - Truth -, jarring and thrusting in nature. Zachiel Eyvino, man. Her arm trembled under the sensation, her inhale deep as she tried to establish some control on the situation - More than human. Teeth grinded together, brow knitting as her thumb and forefinger rubbed against the page.

More than human? How more than human? How- What does that mean, Eyris?

The thought burned through her forehead then, indescribable to the sense. She gasped. Eyes blinking, grip relenting. It flickered down to her stomach, breath labouring as she attempted to regain some composure. The sensation of a headache began to sink in, her eyes rolling around the room. The sea-green orbs managed to land upon the window then, grasp resting lightly upon the letter. It was only after a few more laboured breaths that she managed to clear her thoughts for some words. Not to anyone in particular but to the world as a whole, "So that's your answer?" She rubbed her brow, the buzzing sensation slowly seeping away from her, "Is that what you meant? Have fun finding those discoveries and those hidden links in history my arse. You knew all along."

Fallon began to ease herself up then so she was sitting. She still looked upon the page, brow creased as she contemplated the weight of it all. Did she have a choice? Any choice for that matter? Was she merely hanging onto the inevitable? The inspector cleared her lungs, "Fine... one last adventure. One final hurrah."

She folded the letter neatly, rising up onto her feet in the process. It was with one final look of the room that she began to move about it, packing and organising the content. Backpack found, the ripped and torn discarded to one side. With it her mind began to sharpen, establishing some element of focus to the task at hand. Equipment, supplies, tack. She tucked the letter into the pocket, a direction in which to tread, a path in which to follow. It required calculation and consideration.

There was a brief swallow. A blip of hesitation. It meant she would have to leave the relative safety of the city, somehow. Was it worth it?

Absolutely.

The letter was kept in Zeltiva, left in wait for her to find. She herself had her earliest experiences in Sunberth, which was presumably where she had been left. Her mind ticked over, pulling together what she did know. An evil? What kind of evil? One great enough that leaving his child in Sunberth was deemed a lesser one. Such exact though did not matter, but in order to escape an evil where would one hide? She felt the ripped ramie between her thumb and forefinger before discarding it to one side.

The place of peace and hope. Syliras.
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Postby Fallon on January 29th, 2017, 2:49 pm

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Part of her grinded internally at such a thought, writhing beneath the context as she mulled through it all. The stone coffin that she hated. The rigorous orders of the knights that controlled them. She wondered, briefly, if it would be nothing but trouble to return there - but swallowed such thought. Instead now she moved, pulling on her coat, her belt of tools and weaponry. Empty backpack slung over one shoulder, her brow furrowed with thought as she continued to calculate. Feet eased down the steps, down to the front door and upon opening it she noted a concerned face of a neighbour before her. Primed and ready to knock, Fallon raised an eyebrow to her.

"Good afternoon to you ma'am," she began the process of moving past, pulling the front door shut behind her and locking it. The neighbour gave a nervous blink, words stuttering forth as she attempted to speak.
"Inspector? Is-is-is everything alright?"
Fallon paused, blinked and looked at her as the latch clicked. Withdrawing the key she gave a curt nod, "Everything is."
"But, but, but I heard the crash-shing. Thudding! Dreadful noise-"
"I am very sorry for disturbing you then ma'am..."
a small flicker of a smile, all manners and attempt of social charm.
"It sounded terrible thou-"
"I was simply moving things about. Rearranging furnishings as you will,"
the inspector began to move away then, not taking any time to glance back at the woman. She had no time for this after all. Even as the objecting shouts of worry echoed behind her Fallon kept a steady pace, until at last dipping down one of the narrow side streets and towards the markets. She had no time to waste, she would have to be ready to move.

Winter is now, who knows how the weather will change despite the mild state. If a move is to be made then it should be for the start of Spring. New year, new start. Supplies, what will I need? More storage space of course - larger saddlebags for Javil. A tent...

The list was quickly growing longer in her mind, but she did not relent as she moved. If it was to be so then she would make it so. Quickly she descended among the hustle and bustle of the city, stepping around and past the various bodies that got between her. Occasionally she stopped to inspect the various goods, a quick passing greeting to those that caught her eye, but she did not dally for too long. Her first stop was into the tailors, order placed down and her measurements quickly taken. Done within the next few days, which was good enough for her. General store was next, then the directing of various other goods to where they needed to be delivered.

So, Syliras. What do I do then? Ask to look at records? Speak to people on information that is over twenty years old? Someone, somewhere has to have a lead. I just need to find it. I may even have to travel further, stock up on more supplies then.

She released a snort, gaze looking upwards to the overcast sky. She should at least write a letter to Zandelia, she reasoned - even if she was gone it was still best to keep her in the know, should she ever return. She made a mental note to do such later. But for now, it was a start of something new. And that was all that mattered.

Purchases :
Will be added to inventory upon grading:

Tent, one person - 2gm
Brazier (Simple) - 0.5gm
Furs and hides, common - 5gm/20lb
Saddlebags, Large - 8gm
Quiver - 20gm
Lantern, hooded - 7gm
Torch (x5) - 0.02gm x5 =0.1gm
Water Trap - 45gm
Traveller's Stock (10 days worth of soup) (x4) - 12gm
Insect Repelling candle - 5gm
Oil (1-pint flask) - 0.1gm
Cooking Pot, 2-Quart (iron) - 0.2gmx2=0.4gm
Bowl, 5"/8oz (iron) - 0.01gmx2=0.02gm
Cup, 6oz (iron) x 4 - 0.12gmx2=0.32gm
Iron Kettle - 0.8gm
Tea Leaves 1lb - 0.2gm
Strong Rations (x5) - 35gm
Jerked beef 1lb - 7gm
Rasins 1lb - 1gm
Saddle Pad - 1gm
Bit and Bridle - 2gm
Waterskin (x3) - 3gm
Jar, Pint (glass) (x3) - 18gm
Rations, Trial (per day) (x40) - 20gm
Water Additive - 3gm

Coat - 0.5gm base
Leather x 2
Fur-lined (common) x10
Total - 6gm

Doublet - 0.3gm base
Leather x2
Dyed red x1.5
Dyed slate x1.5
Cotton x1.25
Total - 1.86gm

Trousers - 0.8gm base
Dyed slate x1.5
Cotton x1.25
Total - 2.2gm

Tunic (sleeveless) - 0.5gm base
Dyed grey X1.5
Cotton X1.25
Embroidered x5
Total - 3.88gm

Grand total = 210.56gm
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Return of the Itchy Feet.

Postby Karyk on June 12th, 2017, 2:39 pm

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Fallon
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Possessions are pointless when you have no one in your life
Zachiel Eyvino: More than human
My Final Adventure: Discover more about this Zachiel Eyvino
Mental Note: Write a letter to Zandelia
Miscellaneous
Following items were destroyed:
Red Coat x2
Tunic (Ramie) x2
Simple belt
Red Sash
Blue Dress
Purchases :
Will be added to inventory upon grading:

Tent, one person - 2gm
Brazier (Simple) - 0.5gm
Furs and hides, common - 5gm/20lb
Saddlebags, Large - 8gm
Quiver - 20gm
Lantern, hooded - 7gm
Torch (x5) - 0.02gm x5 =0.1gm
Water Trap - 45gm
Traveller's Stock (10 days worth of soup) (x4) - 12gm
Insect Repelling candle - 5gm
Oil (1-pint flask) - 0.1gm
Cooking Pot, 2-Quart (iron) - 0.2gmx2=0.4gm
Bowl, 5"/8oz (iron) - 0.01gmx2=0.02gm
Cup, 6oz (iron) x 4 - 0.12gmx2=0.32gm
Iron Kettle - 0.8gm
Tea Leaves 1lb - 0.2gm
Strong Rations (x5) - 35gm
Jerked beef 1lb - 7gm
Rasins 1lb - 1gm
Saddle Pad - 1gm
Bit and Bridle - 2gm
Waterskin (x3) - 3gm
Jar, Pint (glass) (x3) - 18gm
Rations, Trial (per day) (x40) - 20gm
Water Additive - 3gm

Coat - 0.5gm base
Leather x 2
Fur-lined (common) x10
Total - 6gm

Doublet - 0.3gm base
Leather x2
Dyed red x1.5
Dyed slate x1.5
Cotton x1.25
Total - 1.86gm

Trousers - 0.8gm base
Dyed slate x1.5
Cotton x1.25
Total - 2.2gm

Tunic (sleeveless) - 0.5gm base
Dyed grey X1.5
Cotton X1.25
Embroidered x5
Total - 3.88gm

Grand total = 210.56gm


 
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This Zachiel fellow sure is mysterious... Thanks for the read. Please mark your post as Graded in the Queue.
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