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Battle waged, yet Vidarr pulled back amidst the turmoil. The only thing on his mind at that time was his next meal. On the river bank and tending to the fire, he had a basket of fish and another of wild vegetables and mushrooms. Cloaked by a simple, tattered, blighted blood-stained hood, he had the aura of both a vagrant and a warrior. With not even shoes on his feet, everything about him screamed "homeless", but he hadn't simply wandered to this region aimlessly. Vidarr craved dominion over the darkspawn as he did with every beast who crossed his path. He was there to fight for the weak and the poor of Southreach, and also to feel like the monster he truly was. Even during this respite, he remained attuned to the grotesque snarls and the struggles of those who fought in the distance. However now it was time to eat, though his senses remained sharp. He could tell he was no longer alone before even turning his head. The large genasi rose from where he squatted, the fire he started and waves of the riverbank rippling seemingly in response to him. The wild magic of his circle surged through him with every breath and as he turned his head to look at whoever intruded on his preparations with glowing eyes from beneath his hood, a flock of birds flew overhead, cawing an anxious tune. He is silent as he turns to face them, fully revealing the object he held beneath the veil of his cloak: an iron skillet. "I've only gathered enough for me and I need every morsel if I'm to stay in the fight. Your arrival disrupts things," Vidarr states with a gruff tone, though despite the aggressive edge to his voice this is not an accusation. He was simply stating the facts. "How irritating. I didn't gather much extra kindling." With his lamentation, his free hand pushes his hood back and runs through his dark hair. He looks upon the other with dissatisfaction but waves them over with the metal pan. "If you're here, you're not going to stand there and gawk. You're going to eat. But you'll have to be patient. I'll need some more time to prep. I didn't expect to be sharing this meal with someone." Their reasons for venturing to Southreach despite the darkspawn incursion mattered little. Meal time was sacred, and he was hungry.

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who?: @zagreusx where?: the vip tent/lounge, where the fancy people are when?: progress day, idk which day pick one hehe

Progress Day, what a joke. Lukene was doing his nomadic work in Iskaldrik half a century ago when the tradition first started, so this would be his first time witnessing the revelry. To celebrate how far Lysaran innovations had come while there were people still struggling to get by sent fury rushing through his veins, fury he used to inspire his own celebratory endeavors. With a bag of his forcefully stolen loot and the memory of noble bones breaking beneath his hands, Vidarr had about all the fun he needed, or so he thought… The distinct smell of opulence and wine had him turning a corner into a place he very clearly didn't belong. The dirty, torn cloak contrasted the lavish adornments of those who laughed and drank here. Highborns and their luxuries; some things never changed, but his nose wasn't leading him blindly into a party he had no invite to attend. "It's you, the strange one," he acknowledges as he pulls back his hood. Zagreus is the only one he looks at, the rest he very clearly regards as no more than ants. "Keep better company. These people are beneath you." Was it his place? Most would say no, but Vidarr intervened where he pleased, so yes. As if to solidify how lowly he regarded those enjoying the soiree Zagreus hosted, he yanked a golden goblet of wine right out of ones hand and drank it all in one go before reaching to add it to his loot bag, never breaking eye contact with the other genasi.

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He could see the anger, the rise from the other – Zagreus was always flirting with danger. There was no other way to do it, now was there? "Of course you need a reason. Otherwise you wouldn't be standing here." Instead of answering, the Veridian stayed relatively quiet, letting the other speak. He was well aware of many things, and this genasi was clearly the same. Dual paths did not mean an equivalent goal, but for now, he was willing to take a risk.

"Enough riddles. Speak your intent." He raised his hand, the earth softening around Vidarr's ankles. "The dragon did not disappear. It was dark magic, a liche that rode the ghost itself. Death dragons, poor creatures whose bodies are used for the Dark One. Dragons were never meant to be bound to such fate." Zagreus walked a thin line when it came to the Dark and what rot he carved at. "The Red Hand lives. Everyone rejoices." Thick sarcasm on the edge of his tongue, and he moved now to continue down this walkway that would've led him to his home. "Come with, then. If you want more answers. There is no dragon, as I've said. But Soth was a liche of the Dark One. Gone, as well."

choicevidarr

He watched and waited, ever the silent wanderer. The name chosen for him was a moniker he wore with pride and lived up to with every breath. Patient, proud, vicious; these were the traits that stuck to his mind as scales began to form on his skin beneath the surface of the ground. He was monstrous when he shifted, and this form would be serpentine in some way to reflect his mood. He'd break out and show the other genasi whose will was stronger. At least, that was the plan. Vidarr's eyes glowed and then became snake-like at the moment he was going to strike, but with a blink they returned to normal once he realized the ground was gripping him. It was enough to curb his aggression slightly

"I'm elated when great beasts bow their heads to me. Testing them is the easiest way to measure Lysaran's in this age," Lukene stated bluntly as he grumbled and yanked his legs free from the softened earth, the limbs looking a cross between avian and reptilian before shifting back to human. "I was on my way to look Triton in the eye when I heard the rumors. If Lysaran heroes were capable of destroying a dragon of the Dark, then I'd know my own strength wouldn't be enough to make a difference here." He keeps his eye on Zag as he talks, wondering if he should throw that line about riddles back at him. The truth seemed not nearly as straightforward as the tales would suggest. Vidarr wasn't the only one in this tunnel keeping things close to the chest. "The stories people tell to not disrupt the flow…" he mutters offhandedly just loud enough for Zagreus to hear as he walked. "I imagine the people would probably prefer to sing the praises of The Red Hand instead of dark forces, but your retelling is more believable," Lukene acknowledged, moving now to follow Zagreus deeper into the tunnel. There'd be no dragon today, but that didn't mean the truths this druid held were worthless. Vidarr needed to know what he did, in fact he demanded it. "You seem expert enough. Tell me, do you think the dragon would've cowered before me had I been there? You certainly didn't."

#something fresh for progress day writing that down writing that down #⌛ troupe 2: living stone #✥ hestia's cove #zagreus ⊗ 001 #zagreusx

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Tall, dark, and handsome could demand everything he wanted, but still, Zagreus was used to being a rock in a stream. Not all of the primal genasi's powers would be as such, he was used to going with nature, but not now. He looks at the other, tilting his head. So many questions, so little time. His eyes flashed, the earth crawling up Vidarr's legs, pulling him in, a little lower into the ground, hardening. Now, they were the same height. That was much better. And while Zagreus wasn't exactly short, he wasn't a fan of being looked down on. He'd push, until the other fought back, or demanded more – Zagreus wasn't sure what he preferred. Still, he wasn't weak – he wouldn't be talked to as such.

"What brought you? The legend of the Red Hand? Some little...heroic show that made you run?" A smile tugged at his mouth, but Zagreus tilted his head, "Or the dark?" Suspicion clouded his gaze, and he wasn't going to turn from another who simply gave themself up so perfectly to the genasi that pulled the power from this place time and time again. Besides, the guy had all but shown up, in his way – that was just the perfect target. "Grim? Of course not. It's always a revelry around here."

choicevidarr

To feel his body fold into the earth instead of the earth bending to his will defied the wanderer's very nature. This was not his decision, it was not his design, and the eyes of the beast glowed in the darken cavern as one of the primary signs of his dissatisfaction. He did not fight the flow and would not until he was certain of his next move because the outcome of their interaction would not change. As the ground hardened around his swallowed legs, he resolved to make the name Vidarr one this primal bastard would never forget.

"Do I need a reason to follow a trail?" he responded curtly, dissatisfaction from being brought down a few inches etched into the lines of his face. Though Vidarr did not struggle against the tight hold Zagreus' earth manipulations had him in, his expression revealed him to be less unfazed than he attempted to project. "I'm drawn to conflict, to blood, and places where great creatures have walked. Consider me an observer." This whole region was bathed in darkness. The fear of the people had soaked into the air so that Vidarr could smell it down there even now that things were peaceful. But not from the man who had him trapped, not even a hint of it. "There's much to celebrate for a community that still stands after so much strife. Any hero would think so and gladly take part in such revelry…" Lukene closes his eyes and jerks his head to the side, producing a sickening crunch from his neck. His shoulders rotated back as he only now tested the strength of the hardened earth around him. "…but you walk these paths alone," Vidarr says with a sneer as he peers through the dark straight into Zagreus' eyes. "A dragon disappeared from your home without a trace. You must've been incredibly grateful to the Red Hand for such a victory. Though not grateful enough to bring any of them this way. There aren't a variety of tracks going this way. Can a solitary celebration even be considered revelry? Unless you prefer to embrace yours in the dark."

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Reparations were slow in Hestia's Cove. While the Tower there had Witches and Sisters who would help, the Veridian preferred to keep to himself. It hadn't been long enough, it seemed, that the city had been left alone. He pulled his cloak up a bit, the veridian color vibrant upon his clothing despite the stench of spirits and the undead that swirled around them. He wasn't always intent on drawing attention to himself, a few generations had at least passed that many did not know the Veridian druid that was spoken about in passing. Many of his family remained witches, and would be for the future, perhaps.

He rounded a corner, sensing the presence despite being surprised at the bulk that greeted him. Wide blue eyes, he was good at playing this game. "Demands?" He tasted the word on his tongue, though he didn't move from where the other blocked the way. He pretended to tilt up and move his head to the side to see past Lukene, like there was something more interesting behind him. "You're actually just blocking the entrance to my home." The other's questions didn't fall on deaf ears, but Zagreus' interest was at least piqued. It wasn't often someone mentioned or invoked the name of the dragon, and he paused finally, his gaze no longer holding the doe-eyed look he'd façaded before. "They did. The Red Hand was victorious." The Game was something he was really good at, false smiles and guises under the fact that a druid could not lie. "Why? There was no body to be recovered of this dragon."

choicevidarr

He'd fallen out of practice when it came to making requests. Lukene demanded because his will was an imposition on the natural flow, at least that was the intention whenever he chose to intervene. Even when there was a question, the genasi's tone always implied that he'd accept no less than an answer. This detour of his was a result of the signs he gleaned from the souls of animals laid bare before him. They could not hide any information from him, but people were much tricker. When he migrated throughout Iskaldrik as Vidarr, he did not stop to gain answers from people since he was the answer whether they accepted him or not.

Now though, looking into the eyes of another, whatever information dwelled within his soul needed to be pumped out by force if need be. This wasn't some beast Lukene could command, this was someone he'd have to see bow to his demands in order to get what he wanted. "If I'm blocking you, then you have time. I'll take that time for myself and get what I need, or whatever you're able to offer." Given the state of this place, Lukene assumed anyone who'd come down here had a reason. On some level, the druid must've had some sort of information. Whether or not Lukene would devour him after he got what he wanted had yet to be determined. "Victory takes many forms. If no remains were recovered, then what shape could theirs have possibly taken?" he questions, taking note of the shift in the other's body language. Innocence faded behind the look that glimmered in his eyes now. Even in the dark, Lukene could see it clearly, but what was running through his head now? "I've never seen one with my own eyes, but I've filled myself on their legends. They wouldn't go down easy, so I wanted to find signs of the battle. In the aftermath, I'd be able to see the story of the fight played out as if I were there. But all the wreckage seems to be getting swept away. That's why, no body and hardly a trace left to track in the area," he continued, a slight edge sharpening his tone. The druid mentioned the Red Hand in a way that seemed to exclude himself, so what was his role? Merely a storyteller to spread their legend? "Unless I'm not looking in the right place. This place had an aura to it. I was … attracted, in a way. Strange it's just a walkway to your home. You don't strike me as the grim type."

#zagreus ⊗ 001 #⌛ troupe 2: living stone #✥ hestia's cove #zagreusx

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who?: @zagreusx where?: hestia's cove when?: in the now

Even though they were not the beast he aimed to look in the eye, Lukene's eye had finally turned to the dragons and destruction that seemed to cling to this region specifically. Was it mere curiosity that brought him or something more? Lukene liked to think it was the latter because since he made his dark pact and rejected his calling, he had to develop a sense for moments of criticality. If there would be a chance to impose his designs on Lysara, it would arrive here. He could taste it in the air. Below the Cove, the scent of undead, burning, and other magics at work filled his nose. There was something else too, a sensation of instability and danger that countered what he'd heard regarding the conflict in this area. Whose design had he wandered into? And, most importantly, how would they feel about his sudden interest in how those plans pertained to the dragon that had appeared here? Lukene was somewhere he was not meant to be, so when he heard the footsteps of someone who walked like they were unbothered by darkness, he waited for their arrival instead of taking any sort of preemptive action. He too was comfortable in the darkness. "If you're coming this way, I have to assume you have a place in mind," he starts once Zagreus is close enough to see Lukene's stature blocking the narrow passageway. "I'm not going to stop you, but I will make demands of you. Especially if you're more familiar with the area than I am." Hestia's Cove had been chaotic for months, which meant that Lukene's interference with the twists of fate happening here could impact the flow he wanted to bring to Lysara. All he needed to do was tip the scales in the direction that favored his designs. When he can see Zagreus fully, he pulls back his hood. "Are you willing to tell me what I want to know? Or will you resist? I'm only interested in the dragon I read about. Did Lysaran heroes truly fight it off without getting themselves killed?"

#did i start this right where our last one left off?#sure did. and what about it?#⌛ troupe 2: living stone #✥ hestia's cove #zagreus ⊗ 001

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