Acaranne stood before her window, glancing outside, deeply immersed in today's meeting.
What was the emperor up to?
Moonlight brushed kindly over numerous bookshelfs. Each was orderly arranged and sorted.
"My lady.", a soft voice reached her ears.
She turned around and looked down at the most loyal subject of hers.
"We safely delivered, the present to the Archamge."
Her Knight's eyes were locked to the ground, not daring to meet her own. Kneeling with the most gracious elegance.
"Good job~~~~", Acaranne smiled generously.
"I hope that picky mage likes the gift.", she pondered and gave a piece of cake to her beloved knight Hantha. She was truly the brightest gem in Acaranne's collection.
******
Somewhere on the Outskirts of the Empire, a single man marched through the wasteland of the Embers.
-Stomp-
He walked slowly through the moist air.
-Stomp-
With every step he took, dust swirled around his feet. Seemingly grabbing his ankles before sinking again down to the dry ground.
-Stomp-
Unshaken, he continued his stride. He had a mission to accomplish.
-Stomp-
He stopped. Right before him was [The Wall]. Nothingness stretched beyond the invisible barrier.
Just one step away from death. He had never experienced such freedom.
"The power is weaker here."
His voice echoed through the desert.
******
The Café, Afternoon:
Acaranne arrived five minutes before their arranged meeting time at 15:00.
Stupified she looked at the lump of golden hair, spreading like tentacles over the table.
The Archmage was already there and her face seemed glued to the table.
-To think that sluggish sloth would be the first to arrive- Never would that thought have crossed Acaranne's mind.
Vendetta was famous for her idleness.
"Oh my~~~ hello."
The Archmage didn't answer.
Acaranne furrowed her brow. Nobody dared to ignore her. Not even the emperor.
As the oldest daughter of Count Doliam, she had never experienced such insolence.
Furiously, she sat down. Her legs were crossed and her arms rested gracefully on one knee.
"…"
The café was full of empty silence. But it shouldn't be.
All around Acaranne people were talking, but no voice reached her ears.
At some table a bit further away, a careless waitress let go of a teacup. It flew through the Café until it founf a quiet place to touch the ground and shatter to pieces.
Acaranne was scared. She hated this world. This world void of sound and sane people.
- - - [Character Sheet] - - -
Background:
Name: Hantha
Affiliation: Knight of Acaranne
Family: None
Personality: Courageous, robust, common sense
Likes: Devotion, loyalty
Dislikes: Sweets
Character Traits:
Skills: [Leadership], [Swordsmanship], [Spearman ship]
Talents: Everything involving a needle
Penalties: Sugar allergy
Aura: [Metallic Whisper]
Basic Condition:
Strength: 80
Mental Strength: 24
Agility: 80
Stamina: 82
Health: 977
Mana: 8,000
Mana Quality: Level 3
Mana Recovery: 50 / s
Appearance:
Height: 180 cm
Weight: 72
Eye Colour: Brown
Hair Colour: Velvet
Age 32:
Birthday: 30 May 1748