༺༉❁ June 13th year 124 of the third age ❁༉༻ <notes>To watch a Fae express genuine joy was a strange experience, and Velho did so in silence, as if watching a stage play unfold before him. But to his question about Nightwalker’s first, he expressed a small smile. “Something like that, yes– he’s...

༺༉❁ June 13th year 124 of the third age ❁༉༻ <notes>Velho himself had begun to partake of his liver as Aster did, though the Inari had finished his own around the time the Ferrier had reached the halfway point. Still, he continued to consume as Aster began the process of verbally weighing his...

༺༉❁ June 13th year 124 of the third age ❁༉༻ <notes>Yonakouchi informing Aster of Alíthea yet depriving him of any further information was a cruel yet cunning subjugation technique, if nothing else. Velho, however, did not feel as if he needed to make use of it. For one, he believed the Inari's...

༺༉❁ June 13th year 124 of the third age ❁༉༻ <notes>“Indeed she did! My last meeting with her was cut short by…” he lifted his hands to illustrate his confusion. “...whatever it was she needed so desperately to attend to. How unlike her, that– you Faefolk are almost never in a rush to do much of...

༺༉❁ June 13th year 124 of the third age ❁༉༻ <notes>“So I've been told…Yona went over that with me rather thoroughly when I was given her Ball– though with her, that arrangement was made for my protection. It was to…even the playing field between her and I, so to speak,” he was patently vague on...

༺༉❁ June 13th year 124 of the third age ❁༉༻ <notes>Indeed, only the waiting room of Själasalr held any real semblance of order– that space had a somber aura to it, with decor specifically chosen to put grieving families and those in search of medical treatment at ease. Beyond the waiting room’s...

༺༉❁ June 13th year 124 of the third age ❁༉༻ <notes>Not too long ago, Velho's beloved Mother had requested he pay her a visit, claiming she had a gift for her dear son. Upon being informed of this, he hadn't a clue about what he ought to expect– a gift from her could genuinely be anything and she...

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༺༉❁ early summer year 124 of the third age ❁༉༻ <Bridging spring to summer + documentation of a few of Velho's personal projects.>For Velho, the previous spring was a strange season– in large part due to his vassal, Æhti. Æhti’s continued kinship with Cælum the dragon led to a precarious...

Base SP: 5 (Master Scourge) 7 (Enterprise, Själasalr) Multipliers: 100 - Base 10 - 1 Active Prior Season 60 - 3x mastered skill 110 - 11x expert skills 5 - 1x journeyman skill Total: 12*285 = 3,420 SP Purchases: CNPC XP (Æhti): 1 Master Skill: Resistance for 2,000 SP. Land 2 Acres...

<notes>Æhti frowned at the mention of ‘fleshbeasts.’ He'd never heard of such a thing in his young life, which was fair, given the rarity of such monstrosities. In all likelihood, most Æld'Norai younger than a few centuries or living more epicurean lives outside of governance or power positions...

<notes>Æhti noticed the shift of expression in the cat, though he wasn't sure if such apparent delight was unusual or not– he'd not spent enough time with the other to have established that thorough of a baseline quite yet. Nevertheless, it was nice to note that his presence wasn't that much of...

<notes>Æhti was, to an extent, aware of the goings on within Paradise. This was both in part from conversations with Cælum himself as well as overhearing things from Själasalr’s clientele and staff– still, he was a bit surprised to be accompanied by a gaggle of girls on his way in. It made him...

<notes>Æhti chuckled at her first comment. “Aye, there are some positives– would've probably gone mad by now if there were none.” Velho wasn't sadistic– at least, not to Æhti. He was cruel insofar as he was callous, careless, and valued efficiency over comfort. If the boy suffered in pursuit...

<notes>Æhti remained hidden for a few additional moments, obfuscated behind the rocky outcrop. He waited until he heard Postmaster's canting to peek out again, and when he did, he saw that the beast hadn't been able to resist his spellcast at all. This shouldn't have been surprising to him...

<notes>Själasalr received all sorts of mail, and not all of it useful. Much of the letters the business received were inquiries about services and the like, and as such, the first person to see any given thing was a particular sveinn, whose job it was to sift through such things. One Velho...

<notes>It was good she liked to travel, he supposed, because he imagined she must bounce back and forth between here and Cælum's Paradise with relative frequency. That sort of arrangement would be miserable to somebody who didn't enjoy travel, at least. “I do, too– the silver lining to Velho's...

<notes>Velho noted the coldness with which he was regarded by Abraia, though he wasn’t too surprised; she hid whatever her true feelings were well enough. And while many Fælnir revered the Æld’Norai, many also viewed them as cruel, some even fearing them. And of his kin, Velho did not have the...

<notes>Æhti blinked in surprise at the request– people had indeed died, but they weren’t here asking after Själasalr’s obsequies. The girl, Själ, spoke of a shadow creature, and even asked after Velho. Whatever this ‘shadow creature’ was must be formidable for it to have stumped the three before...

<notes>When Cælum said that there was 'always something interesting going on’ at Själasalr, Velho chuckled. He supposed it was true enough. He was wont to make use of having so proficient a Galdr enslaved. With so much magic at his fingertips, Æhti was more than capable of accomplishing many an...