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➴ Zachariah "Riah" Temple
➴ bow party - the bow hero
➴ location: council chambers
➴ tagged: aelwyn, lior
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It's amazing how adaptable the human mind is. If you settle comfortably enough into a certain routine, it can feel like you've never done anything else, and it isn't until that routine is broken that you realize just how long you've kept it. You remember that your life didn't used to be like this, and it can be jarring. It can shake you right out of whatever comfortable rut you've settled into, violently and without ceremony. In some ways, returning to old habits can be more shocking than encountering something completely new that you weren't prepared for. It's just one of those things you don't know how you'll handle until you experience it. ➴ Zachariah "Riah" Temple
➴ bow party - the bow hero
➴ location: council chambers
➴ tagged: aelwyn, lior
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Riah really would have liked to know ahead of time how he was going to handle this, though. Maybe then everyone's first impression of him wouldn't have been him shouting just about every swear in the book, first in surprise at suddenly being spirited away, and then in shock at actually having used real swear words for the first time in a few years and breaking a streak he hadn't realized he cared about.
Safe to say, it was a rough day.
But now things were going a lot better. He was far more oriented, far more calm, and he'd had time to think about everything these people had told him.
Insane. Completely insane.
That phrase had been pretty much stuck in his head since he arrived in Espia, and he had no real choice except to just go along with everything and do his best to keep up. Magic was real here. The bow they gave him was magic. He was supposed to use the magic bow to help them. How was he supposed to help them? He didn't know, but he wasn't allowing himself to panic about that just yet. He'd just gotten here, and if he was patient and kept his ear to the ground, he'd figure it out before long.
Some part of him kept asking if he even wanted to help them - the voice of that petulant child he'd never quite managed to get rid of, only figured out how to live with. After all, what right did they have to rip him away from his life and tell him what to do? Why did they think some rando from another world would be able to fix their problems? Couldn't they just send him back? They'd brought him here, after all. It couldn't be a one-way trip, could it? He'd wrestled with these thoughts most of the night, and the only answer he had for that little voice was, again, to be patient. There was supposed to be some kind of meeting today where he'd be meeting his "party." As he understood it, these people were supposed to help him in his "quest" which he was certainly all for. Maybe they'd be able to give him more information about all of this. Then he could decide whether or not he wanted to make a big fuss about them sending him home.
When the time came to go to the meeting, he hastily made his way through the twisting, elegant hallways, eager to get this over with, but when he finally reached the door to the council chambers...he hesitated. Suddenly his heart wouldn't stop hammering, and he felt more out of place than ever standing there in his jeans and light jacket. The jacket was standard issue for Camp Sylvan's staff members, and it had the name and logo embroidered on the right breast in cheery light blue thread. He could almost laugh at the irony of it. If he'd known this was going to happen, maybe he wouldn't have signed on as a counselor at a camp with a name commonly associated with fey.
He took a deep breath and adjusted the bow and quiver slung over his shoulder. At least he knew how to handle that. The last thing he needed right now was to be fumbling around with a legendary magical weapon on top of looking like a complete outsider. He'd hoped keeping his own clothes instead of changing into the ones provided for him would make him feel a little safer, but now he realized that was a mistake. Was it too late to turn around and leave?
Just go inside, you idiot.
He buried his anxiety and pushed open the door.
The room was much bigger than he was expecting, and he immediately felt intimidated by the number of chairs and tables he saw. Where was he supposed to sit? He tried to wave that anxiety away as well and instead focused on the people already here. There was a blonde male elf and a gray-haired female elf already seated on the periphery. Maybe they would know. He put his hands in his pockets and walked over, trying to appear relaxed even though his mouth was rapidly going dry.
"'Scuse me. You guys mind explaining to me how this is supposed to work? I'm a little out of my depth here. If it wasn't obvious," he said with a genial smile.
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❅ Solace Argent
❅ shield party - the sword
❅ location: the great hall
❅ tagged: liv
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One should never underestimate the value of purpose. Even people who claim to have no ambitions or lofty ideals have something keeping them alive and moving forward, even if it's just excitement for their next pleasure-seeking adventure. Without something to push you forward, life becomes stagnant and very difficult to tolerate, much less enjoy. ❅ Solace Argent
❅ shield party - the sword
❅ location: the great hall
❅ tagged: liv
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When the call went out looking for capable people to guide and protect the newly arrived Hero, Solace thought this must be his lucky break. The past year had flown by in a haze of aimless wandering, selling his skills as a swordsman to any person in need of an escort across Friola's countryside, and searching in vain for something - anything - he could dedicate himself to. He'd never had this much freedom before, and he'd never gone this long without some feeling of certainty about where he was headed. As a child, his purpose was to protect his family. Then it was to serve the warlord's daughter who had won his loyalty. Then it was to escape. And now...? He didn't know. There wasn't anyone around to tell him what to do, and he'd underestimated how terrifying that could be.
But maybe that was behind him now. As far as causes went, he couldn't have picked a better one. Aiding a legendary hero in their quest to bring balance to the realm was the kind of fantasy he would have only entertained when he was still a child, and yet, that was exactly what he was here to do. Walking through Friola's capital, staring at the impressive architecture and watching the diplomats make their rounds. He certainly didn't look like he belonged there, wearing his dark, tattered cloak with a well weathered sword at his side, but that didn't bother him. He wasn't here to impress the nobles. Asking around, he was able to figure out what the apparent "plan" was for today, and he decided now was as good a time as any to make his way to the great hall.
The hall had certainly earned its name. It was beautifully made and equipped to hold dozens of people within its walls. For a moment he was distracted by the way the light played off the walls as it filtered in through the windows, and he almost didn't notice the comparatively tiny woman wandering around the room. At first he thought it must be one of his fellow party members, until he noticed the shield strapped to her arm.
Well, she certainly didn't look like a legendary hero, but he wasn't about to write her off out of hand for that. You could never really be sure of what someone was capable of just from looking at them. That was a lesson he wasn't about to forget any time soon. He made his way towards her.
"I suppose you're who we're all here to meet," he said as he approached.
Wow, she really was small. It wasn't just the room. She was almost a whole head shorter than him. He stopped a respectful distance away from her, not wanting to scare her by getting too close and looming over her.


