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Its omnipresence was still daunting.

Even as its grip slackened, the Greater Will still dominated the land. The golden light of the Erdtree illuminated Limgrave day and night. Turn your back to it, and you would see its children, mere seedlings that towered over all but their progenitor. Cast your eyes down, and you would see a Tree Sentinel patrolling astride his horse. Twice the size of a lowborn knight, clad all in gilt finery.

There was scarcely a tree in the Lands Between without a golden cast to its leaves. Blessed with Grace-given life, said the Golden Order. Autumnal, said others. The end of a millennial season.

It was little wonder that the Tarnished were still captivated. Without a more intimate knowledge of the Lands Between, they saw only the Erdtree's radiance, not the bare and dying branches. They flocked toward it like moths.

What fools they were. Intelligent, some of them, but fools all the same. Generations of hatred and scorn upheld by the Two Fingers, and now they answered the call to service? How could one be so delusional as to think the Golden Order would truly welcome them home with love?

No. They were being used, and he felt no shame in doing the same. Those who stayed loyal were fitting sacrifice, providing the materials he needed to guide the doubting toward truth.

And then there were the particularly hapless. That last girl and her companions, good heavens. He'd almost wanted to follow them, just to spectate. But he had his calling to attend to. Tarnished sailing from the west found the beaches of Limgrave the only place to row ashore, and they all passed by the statue-topped monument of the Fringefolk Hero's Grave. He had his pick of them all here, and sent them off toward the brooding walls of Stormveil Castle. Lords, vassals, rich and wretched alike. They came to take the measure of the hills beyond, and to rest at its Site of Grace.

The pallid little thing swirled and danced, leaving uncomfortably moving afterimages on the eyes if one stared too long. But it was warm enough at night to almost render a fire superfluous, and it warded off the beasts that stalked and soared over the lowlands to the south. Even the Tree Guardian kept a respectful distance, the brainlessly devout pillock.

After years of bloody toil in war, sleeping in the dirt beside a symbol of everything he rejected wasn't that much of a hardship. Though on nights when rain blew up from the Weeping Lands or the sea air took on a particular chill, he was forced to retreat into the entrance to the grave itself. There were the occasional noises deep below, the senile mutterings of deathless nobility trapped in the subterranean graveyard. None of them had yet figured out how to operate the lift, and he doubted any of them would.

He couldn't decide if they were the unlucky ones, or if that honor went to the desiccated starveling pinned to a martyr's bough outside on the hill. It barely ever lifted its head, and fortunately, it hadn't voiced an opinion about anything in days. He was no longer a merciful and compassionate war surgeon, but if that thing interrupted his speech to a Tarnished again, he'd find that old mercy within himself and tear it to pieces. Perhaps he'd do it anyway, save him the trouble later.

Ah, no. That would have to wait. He could hear something coming.

Date: 2023-01-02 09:12 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] orokid
The thought of someone using her warframe as some kind of prize almost made her see red but she forced herself to take a breath. There was no guarantee that was the case. There was still a chance it could be recovered and she could transfer back into it as long as it wasn't irreparably damaged.

"It would be a showpiece, if anything, for anyone who isn't a Tenno." She wasn't keen on explaining how the warframes were, technically, a living body and armor in one.

If only she had something to draw with besides a stick and dirt. At least then she'd be able to give him an idea of what to watch for. Maybe the merchant would be able to help there.

"I'll owe you one if you can help me find it."

Date: 2023-01-03 12:32 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] orokid
Protective indeed. The few times she'd been separated from her warframe had been enough. And it only added insult to injury to think of it being dragged around like so much refuse.

"You see a lot of people like that, I guess?"

Part of her wanted to say something about people trying to take advantage of someone so generous but something in her gut told her he knew. And could handle himself regardless of how he appeared. Then again, if everyone came out as bedraggled as she had been, it wouldn't be hard.

Date: 2023-01-03 02:46 am (UTC)
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"A surgeon?" Unconsciously, she scratched lightly at her somatics. It was the last time she'd had any sort of major medical intervention, thanks to the void. Hopefully, it wouldn't come to that any time in the future. Between the Stalker and Ballas, she was tired of fatal and potentially fatal wounds.

"I'll try not to add any extra work for you. Wouldn't want the void to react and maim you or something." She didn't want to leave people with one less helpful soul in this world.

Date: 2023-01-03 03:31 am (UTC)
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She couldn't blame him. And a glance up at the sky gave her a moment of pause before nodding. If she didn't get moving soon, her warframe, if it was here, would end up further out of her reach than she liked.

"I'll see if that merchant has a notebook or something. That way I can give you an idea of what my warframe looks like next time I run into you." However long that might be. She could always slip back this way and see if he was around but, again, that risked her gear slipping away.

She got to her feet with a stretch, adjusting her amp just in case. "I'll get out of your way. Thanks again."

Date: 2023-01-03 07:10 am (UTC)
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She spared a glance back to the grace, simple little thing that it seemed, and then gave a shrug. Maybe it was because of the void or because she didn't belong, but nothing seemed to stand out enough. Certainly no arc of light.

"Even if I did, you told me enough to know that the Greater Will and I wouldn't see eye to eye. Not sure I'd want to serve their purpose."

They'd definitely get along with their shared disdain. How quickly could the Greater Will just abandon someone who stuck a toe out of line? Had they before?

Date: 2023-01-03 06:11 pm (UTC)
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A friendly face, of a sort, and the assurance of meeting again. At least she could learn more later and had some kind of support. She wasn't used to dealing with all of this on her own, always having Ordis or the Lotus' voices echoing in her ears.

"Take care." Did he need to hear that? Probably not but she wasn't going to risk her only ally here.

With that though, she took a moment to stretch again before heading towards the church, cautious of the Sentinel and slipping seamlessly into the Void once she was close enough.

Date: 2023-01-03 07:53 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] orokid
Spilling blood wasn't going to be a problem with her, she wasn't squeamish and she'd done enough killing recently and during the Old War to grow numb to it all. Or most of it.

So reaching the church and trading with Kalé, making sure she got a notebook to sketch out what her warframe looked like, and a back to carry her things in. The more she worked her way around, it became easier to remember how her body worked compared to a warframe. So sneaking and killing some of the knights, taking a sword, became much easier as well. Quick stabs to major arteries or slitting throats were her preferred methods for the moment.

If Varré had any trouble finding her, following the calculated carnage would help. AT least until nightfall, when he had a much better chance of finding her bloodied and hiding out instead.

Date: 2023-01-03 11:47 pm (UTC)
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Anything less calculated was a waste of energy, outside of heavy combat. And she usually had a rifle or pistol then. It was a thought she tried to avoid now since it only made her miss her armoury.

After running into the Night's Cavalry though, she missed her weapons more than ever. Even just one of her swords would make a difference, she thought. And she couldn't help but stay on edge, hoping for a quick sunrise and that it left well enough alone like an eidolon on Cetus.

Her back was still bleeding from the flail and she was sure a couple ribs were broken, but the sound of someone approaching had her on her feet anyway, brandishing her knife.

Date: 2023-01-04 03:11 am (UTC)
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At first, she suspected another of Godrick's soldiers but the familiar voice cut through the caution and she slowly lowered the knife, letting out a soft breath. Immediately followed by a hiss of pain.

"And here I said I'd avoid making work for you." There was a soft chuckle that she immediately regretted, letting herself flop back for a moment and wonder how he'd found her. She'd left some bodies along her path but she hadn't realized the trail was so discernible. Something to work on in the future.

Her shirt was already torn up so it wouldn't have been hard to poke and see though, at that point, she might as well scrap it and find someone who could craft leather.

"Think I cracked a rib or two."

Date: 2023-01-04 09:03 am (UTC)
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There was a wary look at the boluses, nothing like medical care in the world she was used to, but she wasn't in much shape to refuse. She'd tried roasted kuaka on Cetus, how bad could this be? Even so, she made a face as she tried to swallow them as quickly as possible without tasting them.

"S'it that bad?" She didn't really need to ask but it was an odd comfort before she started undoing all the fastenings for her shirt. There was definite muscle tone under it but more noticeable, of course, was the blood and ink black tendrils that surrounded a relatively new scar.

Date: 2023-01-04 05:40 pm (UTC)
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She couldn't help a slight twitch at the touch. The skin there was still tender and the void scarring that spread from it was still new, a tingle on the skin like her blood.

"Old enemy stole my sword and killed me. Or tried to. Way he put it, he was sending me back to hell." He'd get his for that one, but then his words really caught her. No one had really called her 'dear' in more than an age. It left a warm feeling in her chest that she tried to shove aside.

"Don't worry too much about hurting me. I'm tougher than I look." Even if she was still immature in a lot of ways. Like swallowing the boluses like a child eating vegetables.

Date: 2023-01-04 09:20 pm (UTC)
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"It's all the Orokin thought we were good for." A good soldier? Oh yes. It had been a long time since the Old War, since they lived in service to the Orokin, but since they harnessed their abilities and bonded with their warframes-

The touch of the cotton and rose oil to her back earned a soft hiss but she clenched her teeth against it.

A distraction, that was all she needed to draw her mind from the sting. And his care provided the perfect thing to latch onto.

"What is that? I never smelled anything like it before."

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