Arrival: [He's always loved the sea. The crisp salt-laden breeze, the reassuring rush of the waves, the way the water sparkles under the sunlight, the warm memories of happiness and home..... One way or another, he always seems to find his way back to it, the better to find his way back to himself.
Even so, he can't say he's entirely pleased to find himself underwater without so much as a by-your-leave. By the time Seteth flounders his way to shore, every scrap of dignity he's accustomed to has been washed away, leaving behind litle more than a muddy, drowned green rat. Ugh. He's too distracted scrubbing sand from his face to even question the new jewelry slipped onto his wrist--and by the time he can see, too busy staring at the robots in flat bewilderment to give it any real thought. They're not golems, obviously, and they're clearly not trying to murder him--not yet, at any rate. So what--? Why--?
Well, this may as well be happening. Why not? It isn't as though his life has seen enough upheaval as of late.]
I take it this is..... a common occurence here?
Dragon's Matchmaking: Not taking no for an answer, are we?
[A tiny blue dragonling has latched onto Seteth's dust rag, wings buzzing as it attempts to steal it in the most one-sided tug-of-war he's ever seen. He had been hard at work helping to clean up this ramshackle apartment building; now he's just giving his new self-proclaimed assistant a bemused look, growing increasingly skeptical the longer it pulls. This thing is smaller than the rag itself, after all, what could it possibly manage to even do with it? Still, such a work ethic is commendable, he supposes. It at least deserves the chance to try.]
Oh, very well. If you insist on helping, you may as well work on what I can't reach. Understood?
[He lets the cloth go as the dragonling chirps in triumph--and promptly hurtles backwards as its momentum goes unchecked, on a collision course straight for someone's face. Are you just passing by on your way home? Here to help him clean? Either way, you may want to duck.]
Runs: [As fussy about cleanliness and order as he tends to be, it's clear he's needed out here far more. Out where monsters prowl that should give even metal men pause, and tangled (and tangling) undergrowth clutches the tumbled ruins of temple walls. Of course, even those seem to pale in comparison to the cold, unsettled feelings that linger, when the shadows seem to fall in ways they shouldn't.]
Perhaps I'm misinformed, but our hosts no longer worship the gods this place was dedicated to, correct? Leaving aside the matter of physical restoration, do records of how to reconsecrate it even remain?
[Focus on the practical matters at hand. Think about what needs to come next. After all, he can't stab a spirit or shadow, can he?]
Ritual: [While his domain is the earthly needs of the Church, Seteth is still a devout man. He knows quite well that higher powers exist, that spirits can linger. They can yearn, they can suffer--and perhaps they can be soothed and guided, given a sensitive enough audience and delicate handling. Isn't that the whole reason so much work is being poured into this restoration project, after all? To heal the scars that have been left behind, to rededicate this place to whatever god it once paid homage to?
Although he's guided deeper into the ruins readily enough, he's still wary, gripping his spear tightly and hesitating at the foot of the stairs upon sight of the platform's gentle glow. That sort of light typically means active magic of some sort, doesn't it? Why isn't there an altar here, if it's such a clearly significant space? He's not a magical scholar on par with Hanneman, not gifted enough to determine what it is at a glance--but he's not entirely sure he wants to get close enough to study it, either. Who knows what disrupting that sort of energy could cause?]
Has this enchantment been active the entire time? For a spell to be powerful enough to persist for centuries.....
Wildcard: [You know the drill, this is here for different angles on the prompts or miscellaneous stuff the prompts don't cover. Hit me with your ideas, we'll figure something out. And this time, I'll attempt to remember that apps are a Thing.]
Seteth | FE3H | VW post-game
[He's always loved the sea. The crisp salt-laden breeze, the reassuring rush of the waves, the way the water sparkles under the sunlight, the warm memories of happiness and home..... One way or another, he always seems to find his way back to it, the better to find his way back to himself.
Even so, he can't say he's entirely pleased to find himself underwater without so much as a by-your-leave. By the time Seteth flounders his way to shore, every scrap of dignity he's accustomed to has been washed away, leaving behind litle more than a muddy, drowned green rat. Ugh. He's too distracted scrubbing sand from his face to even question the new jewelry slipped onto his wrist--and by the time he can see, too busy staring at the robots in flat bewilderment to give it any real thought. They're not golems, obviously, and they're clearly not trying to murder him--not yet, at any rate. So what--? Why--?
Well, this may as well be happening. Why not? It isn't as though his life has seen enough upheaval as of late.]
I take it this is..... a common occurence here?
Dragon's Matchmaking:
Not taking no for an answer, are we?
[A tiny blue dragonling has latched onto Seteth's dust rag, wings buzzing as it attempts to steal it in the most one-sided tug-of-war he's ever seen. He had been hard at work helping to clean up this ramshackle apartment building; now he's just giving his new self-proclaimed assistant a bemused look, growing increasingly skeptical the longer it pulls. This thing is smaller than the rag itself, after all, what could it possibly manage to even do with it? Still, such a work ethic is commendable, he supposes. It at least deserves the chance to try.]
Oh, very well. If you insist on helping, you may as well work on what I can't reach. Understood?
[He lets the cloth go as the dragonling chirps in triumph--and promptly hurtles backwards as its momentum goes unchecked, on a collision course straight for someone's face. Are you just passing by on your way home? Here to help him clean? Either way, you may want to duck.]
Runs:
[As fussy about cleanliness and order as he tends to be, it's clear he's needed out here far more. Out where monsters prowl that should give even metal men pause, and tangled (and tangling) undergrowth clutches the tumbled ruins of temple walls. Of course, even those seem to pale in comparison to the cold, unsettled feelings that linger, when the shadows seem to fall in ways they shouldn't.]
Perhaps I'm misinformed, but our hosts no longer worship the gods this place was dedicated to, correct? Leaving aside the matter of physical restoration, do records of how to reconsecrate it even remain?
[Focus on the practical matters at hand. Think about what needs to come next. After all, he can't stab a spirit or shadow, can he?]
Ritual:
[While his domain is the earthly needs of the Church, Seteth is still a devout man. He knows quite well that higher powers exist, that spirits can linger. They can yearn, they can suffer--and perhaps they can be soothed and guided, given a sensitive enough audience and delicate handling. Isn't that the whole reason so much work is being poured into this restoration project, after all? To heal the scars that have been left behind, to rededicate this place to whatever god it once paid homage to?
Although he's guided deeper into the ruins readily enough, he's still wary, gripping his spear tightly and hesitating at the foot of the stairs upon sight of the platform's gentle glow. That sort of light typically means active magic of some sort, doesn't it? Why isn't there an altar here, if it's such a clearly significant space? He's not a magical scholar on par with Hanneman, not gifted enough to determine what it is at a glance--but he's not entirely sure he wants to get close enough to study it, either. Who knows what disrupting that sort of energy could cause?]
Has this enchantment been active the entire time? For a spell to be powerful enough to persist for centuries.....
Wildcard:
[You know the drill, this is here for different angles on the prompts or miscellaneous stuff the prompts don't cover. Hit me with your ideas, we'll figure something out. And this time, I'll attempt to remember that apps are a Thing.]