ZAHARIN BELANOR
The large clockwork planetarium was all he could focus on, besides of course, the growing knot in his belly that had everything and nothing to do with the maliciously alleged Eudicia… whatever or whoever it may be. Albeit new to the region, even he had heard the rumors, the small talk of commoners and merchants that spread across the cities that called this land home. And Zahar, a foreigner from the Allied Kingdoms, unwelcome in Estwynd in so many ways, had been caught right in the middle. He racked his brain, wondering just how it had happened, and as if in answer, his mind's eye replayed a memory of a fluttering sheet of parchment in the breeze, fallen from the grasp of a young woman.
If only he'd let it flutter on by, left the omen for some other poor soul to latch on to…
With an aching sigh, Zahar turned from the common woman and refocused on the whirling mechanisms above. His fingers itched to sketch the magnificence, to study the inner workings as he sketched each nut and bolt and made furiously curious inquiries to the workers who maintained it. Fate, it seemed, wanted him to do nothing of the sort. Almost startled out of his silent observance Zahar watched as the Aegis he met earlier swooped down and scooped a noble woman from off the ground. In her grasp was a parchment and without seeing what was depicted, felt himself drenched with a sense of doom.
He was unsure of what to do; the Aegis took the two women and exited the vestibule and he stood there for a moment before following in his wake. He didn't have to follow long, as the Aegis rushed back into the main hall, faint screams could be heard from whence he came. A fierce determination graced his face and Zaharin breathed in deep, calling to his magic on instinct, before biting down the urge.
"Belhund, at the ready. You. Stranger. We could use the assistance if you are willing. The palace is no longer safe!"
Nodding silently, Zahar took a defensive stance near the Aegis and his squire, attempting to shield the two women who'd received the insignias. Though he held on to his magic he felt naked knowing he could not use it. He glanced sideways at the Aegis and then at his squire.
"Perhaps you have a spare blade?" Zaharin inquired determinedly. He was no master swordsman, but he had been taught the basics and he was a fair deal stronger than he looked. For the first time in his extended life, Zahar regretted his hasty decision in letting Inara keep his family's only heirloom; a hand-and-a-half sword that was out of place among his people. As he desperately tried to keep his magic at bay, Zahar couldn't help but imagine the worst…
Tags: @Effervescent @Doctor Jax
The large clockwork planetarium was all he could focus on, besides of course, the growing knot in his belly that had everything and nothing to do with the maliciously alleged Eudicia… whatever or whoever it may be. Albeit new to the region, even he had heard the rumors, the small talk of commoners and merchants that spread across the cities that called this land home. And Zahar, a foreigner from the Allied Kingdoms, unwelcome in Estwynd in so many ways, had been caught right in the middle. He racked his brain, wondering just how it had happened, and as if in answer, his mind's eye replayed a memory of a fluttering sheet of parchment in the breeze, fallen from the grasp of a young woman.
If only he'd let it flutter on by, left the omen for some other poor soul to latch on to…
With an aching sigh, Zahar turned from the common woman and refocused on the whirling mechanisms above. His fingers itched to sketch the magnificence, to study the inner workings as he sketched each nut and bolt and made furiously curious inquiries to the workers who maintained it. Fate, it seemed, wanted him to do nothing of the sort. Almost startled out of his silent observance Zahar watched as the Aegis he met earlier swooped down and scooped a noble woman from off the ground. In her grasp was a parchment and without seeing what was depicted, felt himself drenched with a sense of doom.
He was unsure of what to do; the Aegis took the two women and exited the vestibule and he stood there for a moment before following in his wake. He didn't have to follow long, as the Aegis rushed back into the main hall, faint screams could be heard from whence he came. A fierce determination graced his face and Zaharin breathed in deep, calling to his magic on instinct, before biting down the urge.
"Belhund, at the ready. You. Stranger. We could use the assistance if you are willing. The palace is no longer safe!"
Nodding silently, Zahar took a defensive stance near the Aegis and his squire, attempting to shield the two women who'd received the insignias. Though he held on to his magic he felt naked knowing he could not use it. He glanced sideways at the Aegis and then at his squire.
"Perhaps you have a spare blade?" Zaharin inquired determinedly. He was no master swordsman, but he had been taught the basics and he was a fair deal stronger than he looked. For the first time in his extended life, Zahar regretted his hasty decision in letting Inara keep his family's only heirloom; a hand-and-a-half sword that was out of place among his people. As he desperately tried to keep his magic at bay, Zahar couldn't help but imagine the worst…
Tags: @Effervescent @Doctor Jax