#voeburt

Spare a kiss for the saddest of the A Ranks.

reached the il mheg part of msq again, and got inspired to make a pair of characters from the voeburt era!

Anne-Sophie and Oberic stood on the shores of the lake that had buried a city; his city, Voeburt, gone from bustling metropolis to moss-covered sunken ruins while he spent a hundred years spelled into stone on its outskirts. 

The midlander spoke after a long moment of silence. “When I read about this place, the wings on the castle were sketched differently. Smaller; still growing. The Hingan mystic who penned the tome that ultimately led me here, led us to be having this conversation; he swore that one could climb the castle, make a wish on those wings, and it would come true. If that is a sound theory—which I have some doubts about—would you do it, Oberic? And, if so, what would you wish for?”

Oberic chewed at his lip in thought. He followed her gaze, though he frowned as an errant bout of fog rolled in. His eyes instead turned to the water that had drowned the village beneath the castle. “There’re so many things I could ask for in that situation.” he said openly and quite honestly. His arms folded across his chest as he thought. “…to go somewhere that I’m needed. A new home that has need of an old Knight.”

The knight-scholar watched the gleaming wings as they were subsumed by fog. “You wouldn’t ask for all of it to be undone, then? All to be returned as you remembered it?”

Oberic hesitated at the question, furrowing his brow before responding. “Voeburt had fallen before the Flood. That was simply the knife that cut her throat.” He ran his left hand over his hair to smooth it down. “And if I were to undo all of that, where would that leave you, after all? If I were not encased in stone? Would you go looking for another Knight? Would there even BE another?”

A slightly more different post than usual :’’D

Every now and then I try and draw a location from the game for practise in an hour or so (never quite exact), and I generally try to do it without references or opening my game to look, partly cos it’s meant to be for fun and for practise, but also to see how well i can still depict the area even if its not 100% exact.

“Be without fear in the face of thine enemies.”

“Remain steadfast with conviction, that the King may love thee.” 

“Speak truth, even upon the penalty of death.” 

“Safeguard the weak and woe betide the wicked; that is your oath.” 

“Rise now, a Knight and Protector of Voeburt.”

Upon the command the cadre of individuals rose from a kneeling position, among them were seven Galdjent, five Drahn and a single Hume, complexion dark and tanned, shoulders broad and face clean shaven with a prominent square jaw. Sapphire eyes shining in the robust colors that danced across the room from the tall stained glass windows, each of them depicting a scene of gallantry and martial prowess in some form or another. 

The Hume, hair pulled back and tied with the sides shaved close allows a small, nearly undetectable smile to touch the corners of his mouth. The moment it seems does not go unnoticed as the King, a massive Drahn with ivory scales adorning sharp, angular features speaks. 

“Are you proud of yourself, Ser Oberic?” he asks, the question directed towards the single Hume in the line of thirteen, an eyebrow cocking as if to make this particular individual question the one, single hint of pride that has graced his features as he remains seated at his throne, one long leg bent over the other. 

“Yes, Sire...” Oberic says, pausing for a moment in hesitation. “...n-no...Sire?” 

The shuffle of feet and the heavy atmosphere begins to settle on the newly Sworn Knights of Voeburt as they fight the urge to look down the line to the last in their number, each pair of eyes affording a glance out of their right corner to the increasingly growing nervous Hume. 

The Drahn remains seated upon his throne even as his head cocks slightly to the side, his gaze growing ever more intense at the young Knight before him. A single finger begins tapping at the arm of his throne as if to say “Well?”. 

“Speak truth, even upon the penalty of death.”  the young Knight, now identified as Oberic recites quietly to himself, even though the words had just reached his ears. “Yes, Sire. Proud I am. Proud of what I have accomplished, of what I have strived and fought for. At times for my comrades, and at times to prove them false.” the young man says as he returns to a kneeling position. 

“And proud to have done so, so that I may protect my Liege and my Kingdom, as it is my home and my heart resides within.” he states not in defiance but with the conviction of which he has been charged to hold to. The others remain silent for a moment, waiting for a reaction from the King, as if to take their cue. As he begins to applaud, the others follow suit, some even going so far as to cheer openly the words of their comrade.

“My conviction and my blade is yours to command, Sire.” Oberic says over the din of the crowd as he pulls the cobalt colored zweihander from its harness and offers it to him, the blade resting across the outstretched hands of the kneeling Knight. “...so say we all!” he adds, leading to the others to follow suit without hesitation and following his example, offer their weapons in an identical gesture.

Name: Swaying Rose

Race: Gladjient

Age: 18

Birthplace:  Wolekdorf in  Voeburt on the First

Raised:  Villiage of Eastridge in Abalathia’s Spine

History:  She’s a shepards daughter born in Wolekdorf in Voeburt on the First.  She ended up being dragged to the Source at thirteen by one of the Exarch’s early attempts at calling the Warrior of Light. (little did he know she was the one he was attempting to call) and dropped in the village of Eastridge in Abalathia’s Spine.  

After too many times of being told that her home didn’t exist and getting in constant fights that her adoptive Grandmother Whispering Willow kept getting in trouble for she began to just be silent and tend the flock avoiding speaking with anyone.  Once the Calamity came she did everything she could to help the village survive.  Five years later when Willow passed she made the decision to become and adventurer and attempt to find answers about how she ended up here so far from home.