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Message Cassialyn Frewin
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Would you really want to hurt someone as cute and innocent as me?
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Post by Cassialyn Frewin on Jul 13, 2018 7:53:01 GMT -5
 * Cassialyn simply did not like violence. It was as obvious as that. She did not enjoy causing anyone pain if it could be helped. The young dancer understood self defense and that could not be helped, at times. But she did not want to just harm someone or something if she could help it. Cass never wanted to end a life. It was not in her nature nor her upbringing. Being a member of the Church of Glabados, life was sacred and needed to be defended. The exception being archdaemons who were trying to destroy the faith. Cass had a very bold line that she would never cross. Everything was still black and white to her. There was good and evil in the world. But, it wasn't really something she talked about all that much. Not after she was mocked for her beliefs in previous clans. It wasn't normal for the free spirits that were Dancers. So, she just kept it to herself. She knew what she believed and it didn't matter to another soul. As for the intense training sessions, they were helpful. She had gotten a lot stronger than she had been when she had gotten there. She was a little better with some basic hand to hand and was actually liking Lance best of all the weapons. The gloves being a close second. But, the lance would give her more options when fighting. It would allow her to keep her distance from foes which was her primary concern. He abilities were better from a distance and she liked to keep it that way. But if things got tough like they were in the past, she could handle it. It just was disappointing how tired she was afterwards and how early they had to get up to do it. Those were things she didn't enjoy. Dieter commented happily about her enjoying her joining the clan and it was nice that he was happy. She planned to start delving herself deeper into the missions now that she had found out Dieter was paying for her room and board. That wasn't something she was going to have. She could earn her keep. No one had ever taken care of her before like this, though. So, the sentiment was there. It was flattering that he'd devoted his time and pay to keeping her safe and getting her stronger. No one had ever done that before for her. Though, it was in the clans best interest. They had gotten a dancer out of the deal. But, it felt like there was a little more behind the sentiment. "Oh? Well, that's good at least. They can use the practice. I hope that's not because I'm monopolizing all your free time." She almost asked a bit uncomfortably. She felt bad enough that she was taking too much time with him. He did have other duties and things he should be doing. Probably things he enjoyed better than babysitting a sometimes hot headed and outspoken dancer. He made her blush a bit though when he asked to know more about her. She really didn't tell people much about her past for fear they'd turn her back over to her family. But, the clan knew of her background and they hadn't turned her away yet. It should be safe to talk about herself a little. It wouldn't kill her. "Well, there's really nothing too special about me. I'm from Lesalia. My parents are both from noble families, my mother marrying into the Frewin bloodline. I have an older sister who's married and a younger brother. When my family set up the arranged marriage with Drake, one of the sons from the Hulbert family, I put it off as long as I could before I ran away. I've merc'd with a different clan every few weeks since and tried to keep my head down. Picked up dancing from a friend I had made in my first clan and have been learning as I went, teaching myself as best I could." She explained. The girl really didn't have anything special about her. She was a noble from a good family. But, she lived a very sheltered life. She had a good education and ran away. She was far more boring than Dieter and everyone else in the clan, she was sure. They were on far more adventures than she. The girl shrugged a bit. "But, you can ask me anything..." She figured he'd have questions. It was only logical. A lot of people had questions about noble life. Dieter expressed that she could ask any questions she'd like and it made her giggle a bit. "Well, there's a lot. So, I guess I'll start off asking where you're from? Any family? How'd you come to join the clan?" She didn't ask him again about how he'd come to find the orphans. He'd avoided that question before. |
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Post by Dieter Wolfram on Jul 16, 2018 18:54:19 GMT -5
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[attr="class","really"] [attr="class","exhausted"]What good is a star that has lost its light?
[attr="class","rhythm"]  ❝ I watch as they fade one by one
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Fate, being the cruel mistress, she was had ensured the Archdaemon’s upbringing had brimmed with immeasurable hardship. Through her careful ministrations, centuries ticked by Dieter’s knowledge encompassed little beyond the alluring thrall of battle, brief instances of warmth – felt only when his foe’s were bled dry, and satisfaction knowing that he’d survived another tribulation; simplicity at its’ most basic level. Subconsciously, Dieter’s unoccupied hand drifted up towards his neckline, his finger twirling around a thin silver chain, exposing a small pendant adorned with a singular sanguine-red ruby and a black sapphire – the only remnants of his mother and father’s crystallized essence. The corner of his lips trembled, his soft smile threatening to crumble beneath the bitter-sweet memories. Could he had lived in endless bliss if he had never awakened from his magically-induced stasis.
Dieter’s dusky emerald eyes snapped downwards towards Cassialyn’s hand, once more giving it a reassuring yet gentle squeeze, his attention raptly refocusing on her beautiful features. Why was he even bothering pursuing this? Deep down, a part of him knew it couldn’t end well and simply wasn’t meant to be – they were figuratively and literally from different worlds. But, why did those facts edge him on? Perhaps, it was because he’d survived far worse than a broken heart, faced insurmountable odds upon the battlefield. Cassialyn’s inquiry about the orphans broke the momentary silence they’d lapsed into, once again showcasing her compassion towards the little vagabonds.
“I have no doubt that with time, collectively, they as well as you, will become magnificent fighters… Sometimes progress is measured by steps? Your progress, no, it grows by leaps and bounds.”
Dieter replied with a polite smile punctuating the sentimental though. He’d already known that Cassialyn was from Lesalia, she’d mentioned it briefly in passing once. However, he was impressed that she began to divulge specifics about her families’ ties – he had been under the impression that she was estranged due to her feisty temper. Cass mentioned a married older sister, an unwed younger, and how her family had arranged her marriage with Drake Hulbert – a man unworthy of being referred as scum. Dieter’s smile broke as a chuckle escaped from between his lips in response to Cassialyn’s claim to have put off the marriage for as long as possible, bidding her time until she escaped by becoming a rogue mercenary.
“Sadly, despite his educated upbringing, he doesn’t seem to understand the simplest of words, no, does he?”
Dieter jibbed, his expression hardening ever so as he’d shifted to a more serious tone.
“You deserve better than that, you deserve freedom, the chance to discover your own happiness, to learn that not every child’s story is fantasy…”
Dieter spoke honestly, the edge of his voice betraying him, its’ inflection slightly saddened. In response to her claim to have picked up to the art of Dancing from someone she’d befriended on the run was met with a curt nod. When she shrugged, stating that he could ask her anything that he’d desired, he offered a curt shake of his head. She’d already divulged what he’d assumed she’d felt comfortable telling him, in his opinion, it would be brutish to pry further.
“I asked for you to tell me what you felt comfortable with, I won’t pry further.”
Dieter replied honestly, his hand drifting away from Cassialyn’s only to drift towards his cup, taking a moment of silence to gulp down some water before he’d answered her specific inquiries.
“Truthfully, I am nothing more than a sell sword, I’ve never truly had a home… My mother and father were both of nobles, not by blood, but by merit. Sadly, the brightest stars, often burn out the fastest… they gave everything to protect me, assigning me to a trusted vassal… Sadly, he passed protecting me…. With no one else to turn to, I was forced into child soldiering… Before I reached adulthood, I’d claimed the title of Dark Knight… “
Dieter paused momentarily, his attention drifted upwards from the rippling water within his cup, once more turning to Cassialyn as he’d attempted to gauge her reaction.
“It wasn’t until a group tried to stage a cue, I was the sole survivor as the Lord unleashed devasting magick… I was spared because I hadn’t dared to draw my blade… I became his protectors… he was the closest thing I had to a father… he taught kindness, compassion, what it meant to feel the warmth of the sun… for that I am eternally grateful. Time passed, he sent me on tasks to collect relics of power, after one when I’d returned… everything was simply gone… I found the bodies of the other protectors… but mi’lord was gone…”
Dieter’s tone took a disheartened tone, one could see that his grip on the glass had tightened and visibly trembled unsteadily.
“ Looters came soon after, I razed it to the ground and watched it burn down to nothing more than ash… I became a mercenary, got wrapped up in some shady business and because of it I got hunted down for a while. However, I remember going into hiding…. I blacked out and when I came too, Ysera was there…. alot of members came and go... I stayed because once again, I felt like I had a purpose... I met the orphans... they were my first chance at redemption for the things I'd done as a mercanary. ”
Dieter lapsed into silence once again, patiently awaiting her response.
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Message Cassialyn Frewin
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Post by Cassialyn Frewin on Jul 25, 2018 9:54:20 GMT -5
* The smile grew across Cass's face with the compliment on her combat skills. Dieter was not wrong in his statement. She was becoming more comfortable with different weapons and had finally decided on a real alternative to her small athame that she carried at her side. It was all thanks to the man across the table from her. Fate had truly smiled upon her when Dieter was sent to her rescue. He really was something special and she oddly liked him. There was just something about him. As she spoke, she let out a soft giggle about Drake. "Well, I think it was more an ego thing then education." She joked as she enjoyed her time with Dieter. That is, until he shifted to a more serious tone and expression. It made her smile the next few words that left his lips. "I have that now thanks to you and Helios Ambition. It's been a few years since I felt like I had a home." She explained as they conversed. "As for prying, you're not. I just don't think there's really much more that interesting about myself." She explained. She was a rather simple person that was born with a silver spoon. She didn't feel that there was much depth to her character. Especially nothing all that special that she'd actively feel needed to be brought up. The story that started after she finished surprised her. He had such a hard life and Cass felt sorry for him. He had been through so much. She felt like her problems were nothing compared to his. She was just a spoiled child running away from home. He had true tragedy. "I'm sorry you've been through so much...But, I'm glad that you met the orphans and found a home with the clan. I'm lucky to have met you. I truly think you've done far more good than you realize." She assured him with a soft and genuine smile as she reached to pat his hand softly. She could tell he was upset by the grip he had on his glass. She just felt she needed to comfort him a bit. "Is it prying too much if I ask where your family is from? Your birth family?" She didn't want to upset him, but she was a little curious. Ending up a noble by merit was a rare thing. His family must have been quite special to receive such an honor. It wasn't like she knew Dieter's last name to even have a clue which family he was from. |
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Post by Dieter Wolfram on Jul 29, 2018 7:33:02 GMT -5
[attr="class","Im"]
[attr="class","really"] [attr="class","exhausted"]What good is a star that has lost its light?
[attr="class","rhythm"] ❝ I watch as they fade one by one
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The Dark Knight adjacent from her understood the sentimental statement in its’ entirety, truthfully, uncertain how many years had agonizingly lapsed by in Lord Belias’ absence. During that period, the Church of Glabados’ Templars actively ensured that he was seldom granted reprieve, much less the opportunity to settle down. Alas, times’ cruel ministrations had a way of eroding even the steeliest resolve, albeit, it had taken years before Dieter had reached “rock-bottom”. At the epitome of his depravity, Dieter had secluded himself within one of the forgotten crypts beneath a city, crystalizing the entirety of his essence, which forcibly placed him in a semi-conscious stasis. Each day, he dreamed of Lord Belias’ stumbling upon his slumbering form, reprimanding him for his weakness, pointedly inquiring where he had been, why he had wasted so much time?
After a period, Dieter entertained himself by going to war against the darkness that laid tethered down in his subconscious – bond to prevent it from overtaking his mind and body. To its’ surprise, the Darkness learned that regardless of how hard it’d pressed his defense, it’d learned each opening presented was a careful laid trap – enticing it only to raise his mental ramparts. This cycle repeated itself indefinitely until one day, the dead began to rise from their slumber, spreading pestilence and claiming the lives’ of living to sustain themselves. This had drawn the attention of the Cities’ Council, whom elected to hire a band of mercenaries with less then reputable pasts, one that included a Gria Sky Pirate, Ysera.
The rest was ancient history, what had started out as a mutually beneficial agreement, it’d evolved steadily. From there, he’d met an intellectual Viera Green Mage, Syel, shortly after, Nils, after their fateful encounter – the list only grew to include the Low Town Orphans. It was with the last addition that Dieter had begun to feel at ease, his time and devotion geared towards bettering them – preventing them from a similar fate.
“ My gratitude towards Ysera and Syel, its’ without bounds… I would wage war against anyone who dared wrong them.”
When Cassialyn apologized, Dieter’s gaze drifted down towards his near-empty glass, periodically swirling the tepid water about with a calculated roll of his wrist. Cassialyn’s perception of what he had been through was vastly skewed, her understanding was based on the longevity of a Hume, not on that of an Archdaemon – his vitality leagues better than a rampaging wyrm or behemoth. Still, her words brought a genuine smile to his face, her actions causing his cheeks to redden slightly as her feather-light touch danced across the top of his hand.
“Sadly, I can’t provide you with an answer, I never knew the name of my homeland, only that it was filled with ceaseless and nonsensical bloodshed – everyone desiring a seat of power…”
Dieter paused for a moment, carefully deliberating and articulating his thoughts before he spoke.
“Once I visited a caravan of gypsys, they had an astrologist in their midst, his magick divined that I was born under a cursed star… I’ve endured hardship after hardship, conquered tribulation after tribulation without questioning why I fought…”
His grip on the glass loosening as he’d slowly lowered it to the table as he brought his hands together so that they’d tenderly encapsulated both of Cassialyn’s hands.
“For a while I thought that man was right, that I was a cursed existence, countless others seemed to agree with him. However, this Clan, those Orphans and even you are proof that I am not cursed, Our benevolence savior, they just took a bit longer in rewarding for me my unwavering faith…”
Dieter stated just as the waiter had come to their table, coughing once to clear their throat and announce their presence. Dieter took this time to let one singular hand drift away from Cassialyn’s quickly pointing out what he desired, the other hand remained firmly wrapped around her hand though – he had no intention of letting go.
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Message Cassialyn Frewin
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Post by Cassialyn Frewin on Jul 30, 2018 13:52:10 GMT -5
* "It's really nice that you all get along so well and are willing to go to such lengths for each other." Cass smiled. Dieter's speaking with such passion really made her smile sometimes. That he'd be willing to defend his friends no matter what. That's probably what she admired most about the clan. They were actually out to try and make the world a better place one life at a time. It was thrilling to be part of a bigger picture like this rather than a rich unhappy noble. She was much happier this way. It was wonderful to be free to make her own choices and not by shunned by men deciding her fate and being told who she should love. The freedom was exciting and it gave her purpose again. It was nice not to defined by a title or a name. Cass held his hand softly, glad it seemed to comfort him a bit. That was the purpose of the physical contact. Just to know there was someone there and that you weren't alone in the world. It usually comforted her when someone was supporting her. Dieter spoke after a moment to explain that he was unsure of the land he came from or his family name. It seemed odd to her, for him not to remember such an important detail about his lineage. But, it really wasn't her business. She didn't want to pry too deeply. It wouldn't be very fair. He hadn't dug deep into her history. But, he transitioned his story to explain that he was cursed. That he'd been read by a astrologist. His hands shifting from the glass to hold her's as they spoke. It was really sweet and it made her cheeks flush a soft rose color. She hadn't gotten butterflies in her stomach like this before and it was nice. Did she like him? No, she was probably just flattered by his actions and the fact he actually paid some attention to her. That had to be it. There was no way she had a crush on him. She was just like one of the kids he took care of. He wanted to make sure that she could care for herself. That had to be it. She squeezed his hands softly in reply as she finished her story. He explained about his unwavering faith and it made her smile. Honestly, she didn't expect him to be religious in any way or form It was her mistake assuming that it was the same religion as her own. Dieter loosened his grip and she shifted one hand away as well as he continued to hold her other hand. It made her blush a bit more as she tried really hard not to make it all that obvious. His hand was warm and it was a very welcome comfort. "I'm glad you're finally done thinking that you're cursed. I don't really believe in that there's a predetermined fate and destiny. I think you have the free will to make the choices and that ultimately the choices are your own and sometimes it's cruel. But, no one is ever set to be cursed. You just need to believe that things get better." She explained as the waiter arrived with their meal. It was nice to be like this. |
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Post by Dieter Wolfram on Sept 12, 2018 2:00:48 GMT -5
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[attr="class","really"] [attr="class","exhausted"]What good is a star that has lost its light?
[attr="class","rhythm"] ❝ I watch as they fade one by one
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The Dark Knight’s sentiments pertaining Helios’ Ambition and its’ active Mark Hunters, it sounded romanticized. Although, if one pressed deeper, no doubt, they’d discover it was that secretly Dieter detested solitude – he’d spent a vast majority of his life by himself. Why did it bother him so? It pained the Daemon to admit but the silence, its’ voice was deafening roar when it’d brutalized him with reminders of his failures. His gaze shifted downwards to Cassialyn’s hands which tentatively gripped his own, soundlessly abating his doubts and fears – things the Clan wasn’t permitted to know existed.
Dieter’s own faith, it wasn’t placed in Cassialyn’s heavenly father, no, Dieter and his kind worshipped their divine mother, Altima. More often than not, his prayers were answered with cryptic silence, one that made him question if she to had forsaken his children. Each time his fate waivered though, Dieter recalled how adamantly Belias’ praised the woman, yammering on about how much the other Scions’ had sacrificed in their efforts to bring about her rebirth. Cassialyn’s response caused the edges of Dieter’s lips to twitch, a crease forming on his cheeks as he felt himself smiling.
Dieter lapsed into a momentary silence as he’d absent-mindedly ran his fingers across the back of Cassialyn’s hands as he began to pull his hands backwards to arrange his cutlery and refill their glasses. “Perhaps, if more shared your sentiments, the number of hardships I’ve faced would be far less.” Dieter replied as he’d finished setting the pitcher down off center of the middle of the table. “I think in ways they have, scars have healed and I’ve found a newfound purpose… Shall we eat?”
Dieter probed gently, his question punctuated by the audible grumble of his stomach. His cheeks flushed a faint-red as he’d glanced down at the table, trying not to meet Cassialyn’s gaze – that had been quite embarrassing.
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Post by Cassialyn Frewin on Oct 4, 2018 10:34:20 GMT -5
* Both their 'Gods' answered the same way. That silence sometimes could be so deafening. Cass had asked many questions over the years only for the silence to ring back. Her faith wavered on occasion, but who's didn't? However, they had gotten her this far and she was finally safe from harm and actually happy. This was where she was meant to be blown to bloom. She certainly didn't mind staying around. Even if Ivonne was going to drive her absolutely mad. Her eyes drifted to his hands as he stroked hers momentarily before pulling them back to prepare for dinner being placed on their table. The food smelled absolutely amazing as she smiled softly in response. "I wish you had too. I really wished the world wasn't as horrible a place as it actually is. I never realized how bad until after I ran away." She sighed a bit as she pushed her hair out of her face. "I agree with your sentiment. I feel like I have more purpose here than I have anywhere else. So, thank you for that.... and yes. Of course. Eat. I'm pretty hungry too. Glad it was your stomach and not mine." She teased as she collected her fork to begin eating. It was nice to eat something a little different for a change. |
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