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Valdosia was a massive city, a metropolis of culture and business. It was the home of the Monarchy, the location of the Floors of Governance, and the most fortified stronghold in the East.
And now it was dying.
The winter had come, and had brought with it refugees. Amongst those refugees were spies and assassins from the Western Kingdom, who had brought a weapon with them, a weapon so insidious, it had been outlawed for millennia.
They had poisoned the magic.
Valdosia had the modern comforts of technology and innovation, but some of those were powered by the magic users within its walls. The Elves, the Fay, and many of the other races had used their magic to make Valdosia what it was.
And now, using magic could be what killed it.
Magic users were dropping like flies. Even those, like the Humans, who had very limited magic, were in danger of being infected. It was a slow death, with no known cure, and already it was turning Valdosia into a deathscape.
At first, when the disease had become known, people had tried to flee the city. But the Monarchy had closed and locked the massive gates on the massive walls of the city, letting none in or out. They were trying to protect the rest of the kingdom, but in so doing, they trapped the living in an apocalyptic mess.
A massive city, on the order of thousands of square miles, slowly becoming an urban wasteland. Magic wasn't outlawed, but you used it at your own risk.
It was here that two souls would meet, and find some slight meaning in the chaos.

@Davadio emoji_events

Name: Arcturus Thenuviel. Goes by Arcus once you've gained his loyalty.
Age: 300, which is like a young adult for Elves
Gender: Male
Race/Species: Silvan Elf
Personality: Arcturus is steely eyed; he's learned to look his enemies in the face and not flinch. He tends to face problems head on, and can be impetuous and brash. He's got a bit of a temper. He aligns chaotic neutral, and tends to value the safety of his people above all else. He's a tad xenophobic that way. However, anyone who proves themselves to him in battle or in friendship will have his undying loyalty. He holds friendships in high esteem with the same fervor he holds grudges. He tends to not have a lot of respect for folks who are "soft" in his estimation, and it takes him a lot of convincing to get past a bad first impression. He often tries to keep quiet, but his mouth gets him in trouble.
Appearance: Arcturus is the typical Sindarin Silvan Elf in every way. He stands 6'2" tall and weighs just 40 lbs. His skin is fair, pale, and nearly translucent. He's got icy blue eyes and platinum blonde hair, which he keeps long. He typical wears shades of brown, grey, and dark green. He's got a scar across his face all the way from his left ear to the bottom of his chin.
Powers: Arcturus has the typical physical abilities of an Elf. He's very quick, and agile, but oddly enough he tends to lack the usual grace of the Elves. He makes up for it in sheer strength and weapons ability. He is an excellent shot with a bow, and has also mastered multiple other weapon forms. He is able to see clearly in near complete darkness, and has the enhanced sense most Elves have. He is also highly proficient in magic, but doesn't understand all of it. A lot of his magic is passive; it just kind of happens when he needs it to. Other things he can trigger with various languages he's learned. He speaks multiple, and is able to communicate effectively. He can charm people, but doesn't do it well as a result of being brash. He also is quite the animal charmer, and can call wildlife to his aid.
Backstory: The Thenuviel family are a clan of nobles amongst the Sindarin of Eryn Lasgalen, and have served the Woodland Kings for generations. They are monster hunters and territorial guards, and as such are trained from a young age to be soldiers. Arcturus is not the eldest, and so is not in line to inherit a major title. He is glad for this, because the stuffiness of the Court frustrates him. Politics and Court drama drive him mad, and he'd always prefer to be in a physical fight. His brother has appointed him his future Marshall, so he knows he'll be a military man forever. However, he has never been spoiled, and has tasted defeat and destruction firsthand. He has nothing to prove to anyone, but himself, it would seem. He was in Valdosia as an ambassador when the gates were closed.
Other: Arcturus uses a magically enhanced Elvish metal, similar to Uru, to form his weapons. He wears the metal as armor until he needs a weapon; he then forms the weapon from the metal with magic. This gives him endless options. The metal returns to him when called, and is magically tied to him alone, so that in someone else's hands, it returns to a useless lump of metal.

@yellowqueen

Name: Lyanna Carven
Age: 120
Gender: Female
Race/Species: Fay
Personality: Despite the troubles of her youth, Lyanna has grown into a kind and caring fay, though she was never afraid to speak her mind. She cared not for violence and death, though she did understand that sometimes it was necessary. She had gone through standard training and she could certainly hold her own ground. However, she always tried to take a diplomatic stance on things. She never went into a situation without thinking through all possible outcomes, weighing the pros and cons. Despite her seemingly trusting appearance, she trusted very few. If she couldn't even trust her family, why would trust a stranger?
Appearance: Lyanna inherited her delicate features from her mother. The only thing of her father's was her strong jaw and green eyes. The rest was all her mother's, something her father loved to remind her of. She had warm, chestnut brown hair that fell in waves down her back, ending just above her hips. It was normally adorned in several braids. It was a rare day to catch her with natural hair. She had a button nose and full, pink lips. She had a womanly body and child-birthing hips. She was the smallest of her family, standing at 5'3". She was dressed in golds and reds and vibrant greens.
Powers: Lyanna's primary power was the healing touch. She could heal just about any wound or illness, though at a cost to herself. It drained her energy to heal. The greater the wound, the greater she was drained. It could take days for her to recover if she wasn't careful how much she pushed herself. She had pushed herself to the brink of death once, and she was terrified to do so again. However, her magic has no effect on the illness's spreading. She has an affinity for nature as well. She is able to manipulate the land and all it offers. It is not her suit and she struggles to do anything on a greater scale.
Backstory: Lyanna is the oldest daughter of one of the councilmen in Valdosia. She has spent most of her life at court, learning to play the game. She never liked it, but she learned to use it to her advantage now and then. Her mother died young, giving birth to her youngest sibling. Lyanna was the only child to resemble their mother as much as she. It pained her every time anyone mentioned their resemblance. In any time she was able to escape court, she spent her time healing those she could. Until her father betrothed her hand to the second prince of the monarch. She had no thoughts of marriage, especially not that cunt of a prince. And then the illness began, taking his life, as well as many others.
Other: Lyanna carried her mother's ring on a necklace, clasped around her neck. She never took it off. Not to bathe nor her days spent at court, despite her father's protests.

@Davadio emoji_events

Arcturus was awoken by the crashing of thunder outside his window. He'd been living in the same room for about a week now, but he still wasn't used to actually having glass panes to rattle in the storms.
The lightning lit up the dark night like day, the blue light rolling across the city. This high up, he could see for miles, where the walls loomed, huge and dark.
He checked the position of the moon and figured it was around 3 am. The summer storms that rolled through were unpredictable, and this one was no different.
He rolled off the bed roll of furs and extra clothes that he'd piled on the wooden floor, and staggered to the door of his small room, still half asleep. He opened the door and glanced out.
The huge stone tenement tower he'd found had been ravaged by rioting in the wake of the sickness, and further broken by storms. It had no roof, except over the one room he'd been living in, and two of it's walls were mostly destroyed. He always came in from the south side, using a rope he'd shot into the beams to climb up, but his room was on the north side, and it was intact, oddly.
Looking out now, he could see the torrential rains washing over Valdosia, the lightning crackling in blue arcs, the occasional fire starting where it struck and being immediately quenched.
He didn't envy anybody out in that mess.

@yellowqueen

Lyanna had everything a girl could have ever dreamed of having, if only they had known the reality of it all. She had had it all, and in a blink of an eye, it had all been taken away from her. Her betrothed had died a most horrid death, not that she would miss him. It was her father next. Courtiers had started dropping like flies. The kingdom had descended into madness. She had tried to make it home to her siblings but she had been caught in the riots. Her brother would keep their younger siblings safe from violence. From this illness, she wasn't sure. All she had heard before chaos descended was that magic was the route of it all. She hoped her letter reached home, warning them. There was no telling.
It was pouring outside. Lynna was drenched to the bone. Her elegant, golden dress now clung to her in tethers. She had lost most of her jewelry and her hair had fallen out of the braid that once rested on top of her head. She had a lone dagger strapped to her thigh under her gown, but she had no protection other than that. She didn't dare risk using her magic. She stumbled in the dark, exhaustion beating down on her. She had been alone all this time. No one to watch her back so she could rest.
Tripping on a rock, she fell face first. She couldn't find it in herself to get up for a long time. Her very bones ached. It wasn't until the echos of men that she scrambled up and fled. She wiped her muddy face clean on her sleeve. Or as clean as could be. She needed to find shelter. Somewhere she would be safe enough to rest for a few hours. Then she would think of a plan. She stumbled through the dark, her night vision failing in her exhaustion. She found what looked to be a tower. She reached inside of her to try to find the strength to climb it but found none. She collapsed just feet away, fighting to stay awake.

@Davadio emoji_events

Arcturus was about to turn and head back into his room to go to sleep, when he thought he saw something on the street way down below. A flash of lightning illuminated the area, and he could clearly see a person collapse in the road. He couldn't tell who, or what species, or whether it was man or female, but they were clearly in trouble in all the rain.
Shouldn't have gotten caught out in the open. he thought to himself as he turned back.
He was back in his room for about a minute, before something prompted him. Their blood is on your hands.
He lay there, trying to fall asleep , before he couldn't take it anymore. Nahar's Hooves!
He scrambled back out the door and pulled up the hood on his cloak. He quickly swung down the rope and landed next to the person.
It's a Fey. He could see now that he was up close that it was a girl, and a magic user. He recoiled slightly, fearful of the disease, before he thought We'll, you've avoided it this long… He pulled his cloak off and wrapped it around her, before scooping her over his shoulder easily. Climbing the rope back up was more difficult than usual but they made it.
He deliberated for a moment, before he laid her gently on the pile of furs and clothes. He hadn't built a fire in the room, because he didn't really need one, but he built one now. The stone floors didn't transfer the heat, but he built the blaze big enough in the corner to warm the room. Soon enough, steam was rising from the wet clothes as they dried out.
Arcturus sat in the opposite corner of the room, just watching.

@yellowqueen

Hours passed and Lyanna did not stir. She did not move. If it hasn't been for the rise and fall of her chest she could very well be dead. It wasn't until the sun had risen in the sky and brought the morning that she began to wake.
Her body hurt. It ached so much she didn't want to move. She was resting on something soft and she nuzzle into it. She was warm. She was home.
But no. Thay wasn't right. The past week's events came crashing down and her eyes shot open. She was not home nor in the palace. She was…she wasn't sure.
She lifted her head, looking around the room. If you could even call it that. It had suffered from the riots as much of the palace had.
She pushed back the pieces of hair that had fallen out of its braid. She would have to undo it. But for now…
There was a fire. A warm fire that had fought off the chill in her bones from the storm. She continued surveying the room. There was… there was someone in the corner.
She let out a small scream, her hand immediately moving to her chest, to ensure that her body was covered at least.

@Davadio emoji_events

Arcturus watched as she slowly woke up. He had put some athelas in water on a small pot over the fire. The tea would heal any hurt she had. He was also heating the scraps of meat he had left, and warming some bread. If he was going to help her, food and drink were necessary.
She woke up in a strange room with a strange man, and he fully expected her fear. Her hand flew to her chest, where his cloak enveloped her fully. He hadn't removed any of her wet clothes, just let them dry in the heat of the fire.
He held his hands out in front of him, palms facing her, showing they were empty, and stayed in his corner, sitting where she could clearly see him in the firelight. He couldn't help flinching as her scream pierced his sensitive ears.

@yellowqueen

Lynna noticed the cloak around her. She smiled the tea brewing and meat cooking. Never once did she look away from this strange man. Elf, if her eyes were not deceiving her again. He looked foreign. What was he doing here?
Despite his show, she shifted away from him, her inching closer to her dagger strapped on her thigh. The weapon remained concealed and she was thankful her dress, if it could be called that, hadn't ridden up too far.
She swallowed her fear. "Who are you? What do you want?"
Her voice was methodical and beautiful. It was said that could enchant those with just her voice. Though she had no true power in compulsion.
But today her voice was hard and stern. She would not show this man fear, no matter that she trembled.

@Davadio emoji_events

Arcturus watched as the girl checked her surroundings, and reached for some sort of weapon under the cloak. He couldn't blame her in the least bit.
He layered his voice with a little bit of charm, trying to calm her just a bit. "My name is Arcturus, and I want nothing from you. I just didn't feel right letting you die on my doorstep in the storm last night." He gestured towards the fire. "There is food and drink, which will nourish your body and your soul. Please eat as much as you like, I've eaten already, and I'm not going to hurt you." The athelas tea would help her feel more whole, as well as healing her aches and pains.
He kept his hands held up, although it was really a show. His weapons were on him at all times, and he was never truly disarmed. But there was no need to showcase that.

@yellowqueen

"How nobel of you." Lyanna had her eyes narrowed on him, searching for any ulterior motives. She had spent her whole life surrounded by snakes and worms. She didn't trust a word out if anyone's mouth as the whole truth. Just half truths and twisted lies.
But she was hungry and thirsty. Once she had sated her needs, the fight could come after.
She poured herself some tea, taking a tentative sip after letting it cool enough to drink. She took a small portion of food, nibbling on it. Her court manners were still intact.
She never took her eyes off of the man, Arcturus. Not as she drank and ate. Not as she pulled the pins from her hair and let it tumble out of its updo.
"I'm Lyanna Carven." She introduced herself at last.

@Davadio emoji_events

Arcturus smirked to himself as she glared at him. He very slowly folded his arms over his chest, sitting still otherwise.
He watched as she ate and drank, noting her courtly manners. Oh great. Despite being one, nobles got on his nerves quickly. Arcturus would much rather be on the battlefield with his brothers in arms than in the throne room.
His eyebrows rose when she introduced herself. Carven. So, very much a noble then. He nodded slowly. "I know your family." As liaison from the Elves at Eryn Lasgalen, he was familiar with the nobles, whether he wanted to be or not. "What brings you out of the Palace?"

@yellowqueen

Lyanna raised an eyebrow. He knew her family, or at least her name. Not many outside the gates knew of the nobles that graces the halls. They liked privacy. They feared invasion should anyone learn of who they were.
She threaded her fingers through her hair, wincing as she pulled on tangles. She would not stop until her hair was free of any tangles and knots. It could very well take hours, with how long her hair was.
"What brings me out of the palace? Have you been living under a rock? The palace has been stormed. The royal family and what left of his advisors have holed themselves in a safe room, leaving the rest of us to suffer to the hounds." She tore her gaze from him at last, looking out of the tower they were in. "Besides, I have family to find, if they're alive."

@Davadio emoji_events

"Well, it's good you made it out then." Arcturus, being a foreigner, had been offered no protection, and had been trying to get out of the city after they kicked him out of the palace months ago. His brow furrowed when she mentioned family. Most of the nobles he was aware of were pretty insular, and he was surprised to know she had family outside the Court circles. "I certainly hope you mean family within the city." He nodded at the bread warming on a stone by the fire. "That's for you as well, should you want it. And please, don't feel the need to be dainty. Just eat." In truth, the courtly manners got on his nerves, as they always had. They were prim and posh and soft and, just, obnoxious as far as he was concerned.

@yellowqueen

"Yes. They live in the city. My siblings have no love for court life and my father relented and bought them a house. As long as I stayed st court permanently. Father needed someone to be his puppet." Lyanna said in disdain. She had no love for her father, nor was she saddened by his death.
She had relieved half her hair of the knots as best as she could with her fingers. She longed for her brush back in her room but she could make do.
"Dainty? Does my eating offend you?" It was truly a habit. She had spent over a century at court. These habits had been engraved into her head. She remembered her punishments when she didn't behave. She had a thin scar on top of her hand from a canning to prove it. It was hardly noticeable any longer.
"Where did you manage to get all this food?"

@Davadio emoji_events

Arcturus nodded, watching her. He sensed some bitterness over the situation at court, but at least she had the hope of family nearby.
"It doesn't offend me, it's just pointless. Nobody cares how neat you are out here." He said it practically, not angrily. Although the way she was fussing with her hair was… distracting.
He glanced at the food. "The athelas I've had, the meat I hunt, and the bread I make myself or scavenge. There is much to be had in the city when you know where to look."
He didn't want to hurry her, but the sun was up and he was planning on moving today. Moving at night concealed you more, but the Royal Guard was more likely to jump you for being out at night. And he was pretty well able to blend into his surroundings regardless.
"Are you still hungry? I'm out of meat but there's more bread."

@yellowqueen

Lyanna shrugged. "Old habits are hard to break." She threw off a small section of bread for herself before offering the rest to Arcturus. She nibbledu on the piece that she had as she listened to him speak.
She did not know where to look. She was used to lavish lifestyle at court. Everything was provided for her so long as she behaved.
"No I'm alright." She said. She never did have a large appetite. Even after a week of eating scraps she couldn't stomach much.
"I don't want to burden you. I'll be on my way." She gathered her skirts as she stood. She shrugged off the cloak he had given her and held it out to him.

@Davadio emoji_events

Arcturus put the bread in his pack, and took a good look at her as she prepped to go. It wasn't a lecherous look, just an appraising one.
She won't make it on her own… She's in a dress for Orome's sake…
He waved it off. "Hold onto the cloak. Let me help you get to where you're going."
He quickly gathered the few articles that were his, tied off the furs and clothes, and was ready to go within 30 seconds.

@yellowqueen

Lyanna tilted her head, watching him pack. He offered to go with her. She didn't understand why offered. He owed her nothing. If anything, she owed him for saving her life.
She wrapped the cloak back around her neck. She adjusted it until it sat right on her. "You don't need to do this. You don't owe me anything." She spoke. "I'm just trying to get home to my family. If they're still there. They live in the merchant district."
It was a respectable district with healthy hoke owners that luces in a proper society. But it was far enough away from the palace to avoid the comings and goings.

@Davadio emoji_events

He paused for a moment, looking at her. "The merchant district was ravaged, and has been picked over and looted extensively. You'll need help if you're headed that way. It's become a rough section of town." He walked out the door and over to the rope. "This is how we get out, unless you wanna just jump." He didn't comment on owing her anything, but he also felt that he should help, at least a little.
In the daylight, the 30ft drop looked much more intimidating, and Arcturus hoped she could climb, because he wasn't really excited about the idea of needing to carry her.

@yellowqueen

Lyanna nibbled on her bottom lip. "My eldest brother is a warrior. He'll protect them. Even if they're not home maybe they left a clue to where they might have gone." Though where was the question. They had no other family living in the city. It was just them. She pushed her worries aside. If she fretted too long, she would never get anything done.
She peered down the side, then looked at the rope. "I'm going first. I'm not risking you looking up my skirts."
She grabbed the rope and began to lower herself. She was strong enough, thanks to her training, but she still took it slow. She didn't want to accidently slip and fall the rest of the way down.
She let go of the rope when she was only a foot away from the ground. She bent her knees as her feet landed. She steaitened and backed away while her companion continued to climb down.

@Davadio emoji_events

Arcturus nodded. "He can take over once I get you there, then."
He rolled his eyes at her insistence at going first, and wait at the top. Once she was down all the way, he untied the rope from where he'd secured it. His next move was to leap from the tower to the next building over, a 10 foot drop; from there he jumped back to the wall of the tower, lower down, before making one more leap and rolling to his feet on the ground. He didn't even bother looking ruffled. "You ready?" He turned and headed towards the merchant district. "If we make decent time, we might make it by nightfall."

@yellowqueen

Lyanna stated at him as he showed his display in jumping around. She wasn't particularly impressed, just confused why he went to such measures. She was used to grand displays. Men loved to show off themselves to her l, hoping for something from her. Something she never gave.
She kept a short distance from him. He may have saved her but she hadn't discovered yet if he had any ulterior motives.
"You're not from here, that much is obvious. So what are you doing here?"