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Trytheus Morrela

"Misericordia Elegit Sapientes"

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a character in “Mundus alter”, as played by claw

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āŠ|Name|āŠ
Trytheus Morrela

āŠ|Nickname(s)āŠ|
The Griffon Knight. The Great Smith. Forger of Crowns.

āŠ|Age|āŠ
34

āŠ|Birth Date|āŠ
22nd of December

āŠ|Gender|āŠ
Male

āŠ|Sexual Orientation|āŠ
Heterosexual

āŠ|Beast |āŠ
Griffon- Mavegen

āŠ|Region|āŠ
Amstra

āŠ|Appearance|āŠ




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āŠ|Appearance|āŠ
Hair Color |Brown|
Eye Color |Brown|
Height |6 foot 3"|
Build |Athletic|
Scars/Markings |Heavily calloused and marked hands and forearms|
Weaponry |Warhammer and spear|




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āŠ|Personality|āŠ
Positive Traits |Honour- A man with a strong sense of right and wrong, and the will to enforce that sense.
Loyal- Willing to stand alongside those whose beliefs align with him, and to die with them for as long as they remain true.
Steadfast- Unwilling to retreat from the field of battle, or accept when a person is viewing something in a negative light, he will remain a bastion in a storm of doubt.|
Negative Traits |Stubborn- Unwilling to back down, either from a fight or from a personal standpoint.
Isolationist- Prefers greatly to stand with only those he has knowing for a long time or fought alongside, he is highly mistrustful of strangers.
Rash- Though a fair tactition, he greatly prefers to act on the first thought rather than on drawn out strategy.|
Likes |Open spaces, drinking, architecture|
Dislikes |Darkness, treachery, repression of culture|
Fears |Night|
Strengths |Physical prowess, black-smithing,|
Weaknesses |Overly quick to act, mistrust of outsiders|


āŠ|History|āŠ
Once a simple blacksmith, Trytheus had no dreams of power, no desires for great wealth, for him the simple act of crafting a blade or a suit of armour was enough to fill his days. Though his skill soon began to outgrow his name, and so people began to come from further and further away lands to visit his remote smithy, in fact the train of visitors grew so much that before long he was forced to hire men to tend to his shop, this only managed to make him even mreo successful, as now people could speak to a number of different men who were selling the wonderfully crafted arms and armour that the blacksmith were creating.

Naturally, as Trytheus hired more men to tend his store, he was too forced to train more apprentices to fill the demand, though their craft were not as good as his own, they did however sell well- though they were labelled under the apprentices name and were priced lower due to their lower worth- it only managed to draw in customers. As the success of the once small smith grew, his apprentices and shop keeps decided to build new homes around the smithy, as they were required to be there more and more as the months went past. Before long the more regular traders too began to set up permanent homes and stores to sell their wares to the growing number of travelers. It was in this fashion that the village, then later town of Amstra grew up with the once small smithy at its heart.

The smith continued his work of course, caring little for who was now living nearby, though many asked for him to be the elected mayor of the town, as he had been the first there, he turned them all down to focus on his craft, though he did not allow his smithy to be dominated by the growing town around it, he commissioned architects and builders to help his smithy grow, as that even as he worked the forge, his once small smithy was slowly turned into a strong keep which loomed above the buildings surrounding it, eventually at the request of his apprentices- most of whom had stayed on to aide their former mentor- a curtain wall was erected around the homes of those that worked for Trytheus.

Though taking a self imposed exile did put him out of the path of politics, it did not prevent the stories that customers brought with them from filtering through to him, and in what to everyone seemed completely unlike him, he simply up sticks and left one day, he took the greatest pieces of his work with him, passed on his keep and smithy to his greatest apprentice and left without a trace into the wilds.

The destination of his sudden departure was the monster Huitzilopochtli, which he had learned was simply sending those that dared to venture there away, he had the fortune of being the fourth to arrive at the beasts location, and though he did not shake nor shudder in its presence, he too was told to depart until summoned, and bizarrely he did just that, yet he could not comprehend why he was compelled to. So it was that he took up residence in the mountains, once more taking up the art of a craftsman, though without the use of his anvil or forge he could not be a blacksmith, instead he crafted himself a secret retreat in the mountains, using nothing but he own hands and his wit, and so he waited and spent the time making his new home more secure and yet more hard to locate.

Eight months later, the call came, like a roaring thunder across the mountain tops, the monster summoned him back, as so he returned. When he left it was with the assurance of immortality and with the last of the Griffons, which he named Mavegen, it was not directly to his lands, as the other may have done, instead he returned to his hidden keep in the depths of the mountains and spent the remaining months of the year adding yet more to it, as well as removing all but the most hidden of pathways to this hidden fortress, with his work done he departed once more for Amstra.

On his return he found the city was in turmoil, little had he realised that this chaos had been brewing for years, in the recent months it had boiled into all out riots in the streets. The fighting had calmed down for the day as he arrived to his keep, much to the surprise of his former apprentices and servants, who instantly fell willingly back into service, though he asked them not. With the Smiths Keep as one of the few bastions of safety in the city still untouched by the infighting and looter gangs in the city bellow, the smith and his apprentices quickly set about expanding this safety to the neighbouring streets, and so they hired as many of the fighting minor factions that they could afford and with their own crafted weapons and suits of armour they lashed out into the streets to join the fray. It was an uphill battle that lasted many months, though they had the superiority of better crafted equipment and stronger moral then their opponents, they lacked the number or skill to effectively use their equipment. Though it took a great struggle that took a heavy toll on the city and it remains a city divided to this day, though the crime is kept suppressed it is still a constant presence and the different factions constantly clash against each other.

As for Trytheus he was crowned the King of Amstra, as was his right, and though he longed to return to his forge, he knew his greater duty was to govern his new lands as they so desperately needed- yet that did not stop him from returning to craft a new masterpiece when he was able, even if it meant many delays to the craft. The apprentices that fought alongside him in the unification of the city found that they had both a talent and a passion for battle, and so rather than cast their skills aside, they remained on as Trytheus's personal guard, a specialist order of knights, known as the Order of the Forge, or rather the Forge Knights. They all took their own apprentices in the art of smithing, as it was decreed that any that wished to obtain their knighthood must first be a smith for a minimum of five years, so they may first contribute to the supplies of arms and armour that were to be given the kingdoms forces, and so that they could forge their own weapons and armour, as Trytheus had.

Thousands of years have passed since those long forgotten days, in those years the town has grown into a sprawling metropolis, the original factions that caused chaos in the city have long since died out, only to have many new ones grow in their place, the ever increasing prosperity of Amstra City, and its outlying regions, have done nothing to stunt this ever present issue- indeed some would say it is a contributing factor as the City continues to grow more and more powerful. As for the Order of the Forge, they have remained, though their mission has somewhat changed over the thousands of years since their creation. Though they remain the Griffon Riders personal guard, they have also become known for being the core of the Amstrian military, serving as both generals and champions of the army, not to mention guarding Amstras borders.

The Order of the Forge have taken their duty very seriously, throughout the thousands of years they have sought to locate and protect every reincarnation of their original master. Each incarnation has been taken as an apprentice and taught the skills of both forge and war and when the time was right, they were led down into the deepest vaults that had been built under the Smiths Keep- which continues to grow even to this day- and there carved into the walls of the vast chamber, is written every single detail of every past incarnations life and deeds, so that no memory may be forgotten and nothing shall fade. The reincarnation is left there for three weeks with little food and water, but when they emerge they leave behind their old name, their old attachments and connections and are renamed Trytheus Morrela, and so the cycle continues.




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So begins...

Trytheus Morrela's Story

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Amir was livid. Beyond livid, was there a word to describe a fury beyond livid because nothing came to mind as he watched the griffin rider get conveniently swept away by his beast leaving himself and Sera behind in the Cape. He wasnā€™t really sure what was worse, the fact that Trytheus completely abandoned them, or the fact Trytheus completely abandoned them while at the same time alerting all the criminals in the vicinity of their locations. If he didnā€™t die he was killing that man, he was gouging his eyes out and flaying his skin and he was going to make a fire god damn hot enough to melt that armor off the damn bastard. Fuck him, fuck him and not in the good sensual way, just fuck, fucking that stupid fucking bastard that fucking prick, fuck, fuck, fuck fuck fuck him.

At some point the internal rant became external and his head wiped in the direction of the unicorn rider as she started speaking to him. He rolled his neck, a sharp pain danced over his spine but he ignored it, an injury to that extent was ignorable considering the circumstances. Soon the criminals would begin investigating, Amirā€™s portrait was pasted all over this place, they were so screwed if they didnā€™t get moving. Hassan would not have enough time to heal him until they were free of this place. ā€œIā€™m fine, it doesnā€™t fucking hurt. Heā€™s going to fucking hurt when Iā€™m fucking through with that fucking piece of shit. Fuck him, Iā€™m gonna string him up and fucking beat the shit out of his shitty fucking face.ā€


He adjusted his grip on his sword and then looked the girl up and down. They wouldnā€™t be able to move as fast as he wanted, but she was injured, beaten, abused, a good reason to slow them down. Not Trytheus though, he was just a big baby that didnā€™t know how to deal with a conflict of interests and instead had mental breakdowns that made everyone elseā€™s life harder. He motioned for her to follow him, this place had to of had a back door that spat people out into the back alley. No doubt thereā€™d be people hovering around the building, but at least itā€™d be easier to fight with the volume bottlenecked in the alley.

He was right, as soon as he stepped out there were about seven people hovering around the building curiously. Probably a mix of Snake-Bite and other organizations that had heard the commotion. He didnā€™t hesitated to cut down the nearest man, spinning his body to connect a kick in another and then hit another with another slash of the sword. Then he used the bleeding manā€™s body to deter the others that stood in his way and ran past them, he trusted Sera to be able to keep up as they moved. Amir could hear the foot fall behind him of multiple people, some of them calling that the Phoenix Rider was present. If he had been by himself he would have been knocking things down to hinder their path, but with Sera behind him that wasnā€™t an option. ā€œUnicorn, anything that looks tippable, hit it as we go. Itā€™ll slow them down a little bit.ā€

He spared her only a glance to make sure she was actually behind him before picking up the speed and taking the next corner with a sharp turn. Three people were loitering and the boy didnā€™t blink as his sword struck the closest one, it sailed into their neck and the momentum sent the body tumbling into the others and he hacked into them before Sera even turned the corner. He paused on to look at the girl, eyes blazing before he continued forward.

ā€œThat fucking prick. Lectured me the entire time weā€™ve been together. Amir you are too cowardly, Amir you are too weak, Amir you bring ruin to everyone around you. Well you know what Trytheus? You can go fucking shove it!ā€ He started speaking in a normal tone, running and mindlessly swinging the blade at any thing that moved in front of him, but by the end of his rant he was screaming. His sword hissed through the air decapitating the poor woman that dared challenge him. The blood rained over him and more criminals descended upon him with the fall of the woman. An arrow struck his shoulder blade, the blunt end of a sword buried itself into his upper arm, it left a deep gash that gushed immediately. The injuries only fueled his anger though, pain seemed to fuel the rage inside. He couldnā€™t even comprehend why he was so angry at Trytheus anymore. Did the manā€™s actions cause him pain? Could it be Amir had developed even a sliver of trust, and, painstakingly, respect for the man? It had seemed the rants and lectures of heroism and justice had seeded somewhere inside, blooming when confronted with Sera. So was this an emotional wound? Betrayal? Amir never imagined the man would freak out in the manor he had, never imagined he would abandon him. Was that where the rage that hadnā€™t ebbed originated?

He was brought back by searing pain, so bad it brought the boy to a knee if only for a moment. His left arm from the elbow down gone, discarded on the ground. The string of curse words that spilled from his mouth were indecipherable as he charged forward, there were a ton of men in the alley way. Amir wasnā€™t sure when he let it get out of control, it must have happened when he was on autopilot thinking about Trytheus. He shouldnā€™t have gone on autopilot, not when he was protecting the Unicorn Rider. The boy was sure she could handle herself in a fight, but probably nothing of this volume. He swung his sword and as the man in front of him was knocked away he spit into the eyes of the man right behind him. ā€œYou fucking took my arm, Iā€™m going to fucking slaughter the god damn lot of you!ā€

He raised his sword high, it barely caught the light of the sun in the alley way, but it was enough. There were probably at least twenty men squeezed in the alleyā€™s expanse in front of him, with a bleeding arm, a missing arm and an arrow in his back there was no way he could kill them all. He lowered his blade as an ear splitting screech thundered in the alley way. A huge plume of fire rained down on the men in front of him as Hassan reappeared after his brief absence. The bird rocketed through the group of criminals leaving nothing untouched with its flames. The heat was blistering, but nothing he couldnā€™t handle, though blood loss was starting to make his mind cloudy.

Not a single man was left standing as Hassan disappeared back into the sky, the close quarters of the alley making the fire attack three times more powerful than normal. He bent down to pick up his arm, sword clenched between his teeth as he retrieved the two golden bangles he usually kept on his left wrist. He shook the severed arm nonchalantly, letting the bangles clatter to the ground before discarding his arm to the side and picking up the jewelry carefully with his right arm, but his fingers shook and his right arm throbbed because of the deep gash in it. He struggled trying to get the bracelets around his wrist before turning to Sera.

ā€œUmicore, can yub hep muee?ā€ He asked, his voice muffled by the sword in his mouth and he shook his hand with the bangles on it. They slide on with little effort with the aid of someone else and he reclaimed the sword from his mouth in his right hand. He immediately started going forward, but stumbled a bit, his head swimming. Blood loss was a bitch. He murmured a soft shit before running through the carnage before them. It was hot and sweltering, and smelled absolutely disgusting. Brunt human flesh was nothing to be desired, the melted and fried flesh squelched and squished under his foot fall. The scene was so over powering that his eyes teared up, and the boy could barely keep from dry heaving. They had to keep moving though, the scene Hassan caused would no doubt draw even more attention so they had to get clear of it before more people came. The boy doubted he would be capable of putting up much more of a fight.

With nothing but willpower left the boy charged forward, the mental map of Tempress Cape driving his direction. Instinct guided his sword as his heavy arm and legs moved with only adrenaline left to keep him mobile. His breathes felt ragged in his lungs, and there wasnā€™t enough oxygen in the world to stop the ache they felt, there wasnā€™t enough blood in his body to ease his mind. The world seemed to tip on its side and all he could do was close his eyes and count his foot steps to keep from collapsing. Poison, definitely poison on the arrow embedded in in his shoulder.

It seemed a miracle that no one was by the breach in the fencing around the Cape theyā€™d be using to escape. He kicked at the weak wood and it fell away without any effort. The boy turned to the unicorn rider, motioning for her to crawl before following close behind. Sweat drenched his body, everything hurt, but that was probably a good thing. When things stopped hurting then the boy knew he was in trouble. He motioned in a direction for them to move in before falling to a knee. The adrenaline seemed used up, ā€œI need Hassan.ā€

Had he said that out loud? It was supposed to be a thought. He briefly noted the silver flash of the unicorn rider before it was blocked out by a warmth of red and orange. ā€œI am here Amir.ā€ The voice was reassuring and he felt himself sigh as the tension ebbed from his wounded body. The rush of cool that ran through him was familiar and welcome, his hammering heart slowing to a comfortable speed as the familiar presented itself. The throbbing in his head went away almost instantly as the cool comfort of the Phoenix tears rushed through his body. His right arm returned to strength and he reached around, grasping the arrow by the shaft and yanking it out his shoulder with a string of cuss words to follow. He leaned back against the wooden fence of the Cape, taking steadying breathes as his arm began regenerating. Limb regeneration was by far the worst thing the tears did. The nerve endings were the first to reconstruct and every bit of regrowth was felt vividly. Heā€™d need something to take his mind off it.

With a sigh the boy stood, looking towards the unicorn rider and tilting his head in the direction he had pointed to before collapsing. The closest dune would put them out of sight of the Cape and then they would start looking for the rat bastard that abandoned them. ā€œUnfortunately for us, the fastest way to get you back to that unicorn is the griffon. Weā€™ve gotta find that child before itā€™s too late for your beast.ā€

Walking was much easier when there was enough blood in his body to function. Hassan perched onto his shoulder, and he was grateful his biggest concern was finding a dumb ass. Even the horrendous pain of his left arm being regrown didnā€™t compare to the priority of finding Trytheus. He hummed and lifted his right arm to look at the five bangles that clattered loudly on his wrist. It was too much jewelry to put on one limb and he actually found it annoying, but the bracelets were the only things he couldnā€™t allow himself to part with. He shot an unsure glance at Sera, he had saved her for all the wrong reasons, and he debated telling her the truth. Surely even just a few days or a week of that kind of constant abuse would leave scars. It would probably plague her dreams for weeks, months, maybe even years. He had never talked to anyone about his experiences. Though almost all of the permanent residents of Gnaji Town knew about what had happened, he had never confided in someone about what really had happened. The boy was still plagued with nightmares of that past, maybe if she knew she could talk to him he could prevent her from going through that.

ā€œYou knowā€¦ You can talk to me if you need tooā€¦ about what happened while you were prisoner.ā€ He started unsure and cast the girl a soft look, he doubted she would want to talk with just that. He knew that he never had wanted to tell anyone, but he was pretty fucked up now. The eleven year old him might have been different, might have confided in someone he trusted, he wanted this girl to never become the way he was now. ā€œYou might think I wonā€™t understand, but I will, I promise. I was in nearly the same situation as you, but I was eleven when it happenā€¦ And, ah, no one saved me from that hell.ā€ He tried to keep his voice flat, unwavering and gentle, but just thinking about telling his story had his voice quaking.

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Serafina sighed and nodded as she followed after Amir. Their bad situations had gotten much worse. She had thought that everything would be fine now that she wasn't bound but now they had to deal with the scum that Trytheus had attracted with his tantrum. Serafina was bruised and battered but she wasn't down for the count. She'd fight beside Amir and they would get out of this or die a glorious death amidst the enemies they had slain. They would always remember how many she and Amir took down before their deaths. She slid her rapiers out of their sheathes and twirled them in her hands, psyching herself up for the battle that would ensue. She rolled her head once to loosen before she headed after the younger male. Funny how Trytheus was the baby in this situation and not the younger Amir. Though he could improve his vocabulary, she had to agree with Amir's sentiment.

Once they were thrown into the fray, Serafina let out a battle cry as she followed the path that Amir cut for her and finished the straggles that tried to move in. She fought in a similar fashion as Amir, slashing her opponents in a chaotic flourish, but she did aim for weak points such as joints, necks, legs. She had a longer reach than Amir as well, and she used that to her advantage. She lunged forward and slit a man's throat and got the man behind him in the shoulder. As she withdrew her first rapier, she turned to bring the second down to slash the man down the front, spraying blood around them and all over her tattered clothing. The deep red was quite the contrast to her pale skin and clothing.

The warrior twirled, slashing those that managed to get between her and Amir and she effectively cut off most of the enemies that tried to get behind Amir and back-stab him. Unfortunately she couldn't help when the arrow pierced him. That man was too far away for her to reach, but she slashed the thug with an ax that had aimed for Amir's head. Upon realizing that Amir wasn't the only threat, some of the villains turned towards her as well and tried to bring her down. She was a whirlwind, using her twists and turns to confuse the enemy and prevent them from knowing which way she was going and who she was attacking before it was too late. She gave out another cry after killing three that surrounded her and ran forward at the fourth that tried to stand in her way. She stabbed the man through the chest with both rapiers and used the man's momentum to volt over him. It took her a moment to get her swords out of the man which earned her a slash down her right shoulder. She growled at the woman that had gotten close and gripped the woman's retreating hand to pull her close and stab her through the gut and twisted before pulling her sword free and hurried after Amir.

Unfortunately she was too late to stop the man that cut Amir's arm off, but the two of them were leaving quite the trail nonetheless and she was sure the phoenix would heal that right up for the man. Serafina would just have to make sure no one tried to take advantage of Amir's weak side. And it didn't seem entirely necessary considering the man called down the phoenix at that moment and burned the rest of the men that had come for them. She panted as she moved to Amir's side and whipped her swords at her side to get most of the blood off of them before she sheathed her weapons. They were quite the tattered duo. She couldn't help the smirk and the relieved laugh that bubbled up. They made it! They made it against the odds! Oh what a day. She couldn't wait to tell Everglade... her smile instantly fell. Everglade might not be there to tell. Serafina sighed and crawled out of the Cape with Amir behind her.

When the young man said he needed his companion, he hurried to his side to lift his good arm and tried to help him continue to walk. Within seconds the bird was there healing the wounds and she watched as Amir yanked the arrow away. She watched fascinated as Amir's hand began to slowly regenerate. It was fascinating... she was mesmerized by it for a moment. What if... what if the phoenix could use those tears to heal her unicorn? The unicorn was dead though... perhaps it would not work on the Kelpie that rose.

ā€œUnfortunately for us, the fastest way to get you back to that unicorn is the griffon. Weā€™ve gotta find that child before itā€™s too late for your beast.ā€

Serafina sighed and gave a nod. "Unfortunately, you are right. You have any idea which way he went?" she asked as she started to walk in the direction Amir pointed.

ā€œYou knowā€¦ You can talk to me if you need tooā€¦ about what happened while you were prisoner. You might think I wonā€™t understand, but I will, I promise. I was in nearly the same situation as you, but I was eleven when it happenā€¦ And, ah, no one saved me from that hell.ā€

Serafina's eyes widened and she stopped her trekking to turn and look at the young man. Amir had been in a similar situation as her? And so young to... her heart went out to him. Tears filled her eyes suddenly and the tough warrior visage seemed to crumble as she moved forward and hugged Amir to her tightly. She wanted to hug him till all of their pain just washed away. No one should go through what they had been forced to endure. And Amir had been just a baby! Why hadn't anyone saved him? That was unfair! "Oh, Amir, I am so sorry that you had to go through that!" she said. She squeezed him a little more than was probably wise for the both of them before she pulled back and wiped at her eyes. She turned away, not wanting him to see her cry right now. "Thank you, Amir. Your kindness and mercy to me will be remembered. I don't really want to talk about it right now. And if you ever wish to talk to me about your experience, I will be an open ear and arms for you," she returned.

Serafina sniffled and scrubbed her face a little harder and put a smile on her face. "We should think about this another time. Let's go find the shiny baby," she answered to try and make Amir smile as she started walking.

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Amir was more than embarrassed at even bringing up anything that had to do with his slave life. It had him reaching uncomfortably for the back of his neck and looking away from the girl. Talking about how he really felt was not something Amir generally participated in. He didnā€™t even notice when the girl had stopped walking next to him. He was more than caught off guard by the hug the girl initiated. He felt himself freeze in shock and stare down at her in disbelief. Could this have been the reason he never told anyone the details of his slavery? Was sheā€¦ crying? Amir could not handle tears, or hugs, or generally anything that wasnā€™t unbridled hostility. The spectrum of human emotion he could handle went from rage to neutrality. Soft things, like this girlā€™s pity, were not things he could deal with.

He moved his his right arm awkwardly to attempt at giving her a comforting pat on the back before she finally released him. "Thank you, Amir. Your kindness and mercy to me will be remembered. I don't really want to talk about it right now. And if you ever wish to talk to me about your experience, I will be an open ear and arms for you," Amir was surprised by the unicorn riderā€™s words. He had set out to try and comfort her in some way, keep her from falling to despair, but instead she was offering him support. His wounds had long since closed, though the deep and present scars still remained as constant reminder, her wounds were still fresh. Actually, she literally had a wound that Amir hadnā€™t noticed until she had moved in to hug him.

ā€œI told you about myself in hopes to give you support, not for you to pity meā€¦ā€
He sighed in frustration, it had come off more rude than he had intended, but he wasnā€™t really sure the right thing to say in situations like this. Talking honestly wasnā€™t something that came easy. He turned his attention to Hassan motioning for the bird to aid Seraā€™s injury. Honestly, he was surprised his phoenix hadnā€™t healed her when they had first left the Cape. Hassan had always proven to be much more charitable than his rider. The phoenix opened its wings to make the short distance between the two, dropping a single tear before returning to Amirā€™s side. She was still wiping tears from her eyes when she spoke again though, reminding Amir that they still had a task at hand. "We should think about this another time. Let's go find the shiny baby,"

He felt his eye twitch and his single hand clench. He had forgotten that he still had an ass to beat. The excruciating pain of the regeneration was nearly forgotten as a new wave a rage rolled over him, and it took all of Amirā€™s willpower not to go on yet another tirade over the armor clad bastard. Sure, it had been Amirā€™s fault for ditching the mission, he shouldnā€™t have done that, but Trytheus had way over reacted. Another eye twitch, he was going to kill him, he was going to kill that son of bitch so hard the man wouldnā€™t even know grammar anymore. Hassan left his shoulder as his body tensed, though the boy was grateful his beast already knew the objective as it flew off in search of Trytheus. However that now left Sera and him alone in silence, a silence that now felt incredibly awkward as the rage ebbed slightly.

With nothing to talk about Amir was suddenly hyper-focused on his regenerating arm. The rapid growth left an itch under his newly formed skin and pieces of what could only be described as mush fell from the stump every few seconds as unneeded flesh was purged from him. It hurt, imagine the growing pains you felt as a child amplified ten fold as his forearm reformed the lost skeletal structure. The white of the bone was already well past the reformed flesh. His nerves sparked angrily with every movement of his arm as the exposed nervous system was overloaded with direct contact to the world around it. It formed tears at the corners of his eyes and the boy brought the stump to his chest in an effort to shield it from some of the elements. The pain brought about a new wave of courage and insight to the boy, and he decided that telling Sera the truth about his thought process and motives. Anything to get his mind off the regrowth.

ā€œAs nice as it would be to be thought a hero, Iā€™m really not. I didnā€™t save you because it was the right thing to do, or because we have been in similar circumstances. I saved you because when we were in that basement and you were tied up, all I could see was myself. When I looked at you my eleven-year-old self was staring back at me and all I could think was: ā€˜This was what I always wanted.ā€™ I was using you as a means to give my past self what he had always wanted for the years I spent as a sex slave, revenge.ā€ He dipped his head down and didnā€™t look at the girl. He wasnā€™t sure if the speech made everything more awkward or not, but he spent most of his time being selfish and cowardly like Trytheus had often shoved in his face, right now, with his arm regrowing and a deep sense of abandonment, all the boy wanted to do was feel slightly less shitty.

Hassan returned quickly, thank the gods, and it appeared that Mavegen had not taken Trytheus too far from the Cape. The red bird turned its beak in the direction to go and Amir turned so they were walking the correct way. As they scaled the next sand dune Amir froze at the top. A canyon laid out before them, the sand gave away to dirt and grass, but it wasn't the canyon that had him stopped, it was the slight glint of a shined metal that made fury bubble inside the boy. He didnā€™t even speak a word to Sera and he bolted down the sand dune. Hassan was knocked off kilter and forced to fly beside the boy as he dashed across the landscape. Sand gave way to dirt, which in turn gave way to a sparse grass. He could see the man now.

Trytheus was on his knees, Mavegen sat directly in front on him. The griffon realized his approach before Try even noticed, but it didnā€™t stop the boy. He rammed his body full force into the man, sending them both toppling over with his momentum. It hurt, a lot, to hit an armored man wearing nothing but rags. At one point they had been his clothing, but had taken such a beating they couldnā€™t even be called that anymore. ā€œYou motherfucking fucking fuck ton son of a bitch. I should fucking kill you! You are a fucking prick a damn piece of shit that should go rot in hell for at least eight years! You left me for dead back there! You abandoned me! You're a god damn shitty ass shit stick and you can go eat a cum filled cunt!ā€

By running at the man and them both falling Amir had been lucky to end up above Trytheus as he screamed at the top of his lungs. And- ugh, what the fuck, his eyes stung. No, that was so lame, the boy was crying too. What the fuck, this was awful. He was actually crying. Real tears. No doubt the man wouldnā€™t even take him seriously now, not that Trytheus had never taken him seriously, or respected him. Amir couldn't handle other people's tears and he definitely couldn't handle his own. They boy didnā€™t understand why he had even been surprised that Trytheus would leave. The man and him did not get along, they were not friends, they hardly knew each other. It must have been all that justice toting that had created an illusion, had lulled the boy into forming even the slightest sliver of trust in the man even if he hadnā€™t realized it himself. He rubbed his eyes violently with this back of his right arm before continuing.

ā€œLook at my fucking arm! This is your fucking fault you dumb ass twat sack. You see the bone? Itā€™s regrowing! My arm got fucking cut off and all I want to do right now is shank your dumbass face with my bone stub! I canā€™t believe you just fucking left! I cannot fucking believe you had a mental breakdown or that I even considered the dumb ass fucking idea that your cunt ass shitty ass could ever be mother fucking reliable ever! I can't believe you fucking left me there like that!ā€ Was he having a mental breakdown now? The answer was a strong yes.

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It was a curious thing, having to decide which part of ones nature was the flawed path. In his mind there were only three choices that presented themselves to him. He could head back into the town and slay the Unicorn-Rider, thus fulfilling the task laid before him by the Ladies Gemini but at the cost of what it meant to be a Forge Knight. Or, he could turn aside from the task, and help to spirit away his fellow Riders, braving the danger that the Ladies wrath would bring to Amstra, and undoubtedly it would be great indeed. Such destruction would weigh on him and him alone, and he would fail the very people he swore to protect. The third choice was of a far more difficult affair to be sure.

A chirp across from him drew his attention back, to where Mavegen looked skywards. He too looked up to see the phoenix flying above before swiftly heading off once more. So they had managed to escape then. A part of him had hoped otherwise, so that the terrible choice that was laid before him never had to be. He knew now what had to happen, there was no other way. Wish though he might for another way, there simply was none, come what may he would not fight it.

He heard Amir coming, the clattering of the golden trinkets were as much a give away as Mavegens surprised look. He could of stopped the boy he was sure of it, but instead he remained there until suddenly, and rather unexpectedly, the boy went crashing into him. He could only imagine how much that would have hurt whilst he was simply knocked over, a flash of red and white blinded him as his head crashed into the hard ground. He opened his eyes, yet his left wouldn't budge, the pressure there must mean it was buried in the ground. But the pressure on his chest could only mean that Amir had managed to sit on top of him, he could only begin to wonder how his head ended up in such a position then.

And then the shouting began once more.

"You motherfucking fucking fuck ton son of a bitch. I should fucking kill you! You are a fucking prick a damn piece of shit that should go rot in hell for at least eight years! You left me for dead back there! You abandoned me! You're a god damn shitty ass shit stick and you can go eat a cum filled cunt!" He allowed the boy his anger, who was he to berate the boy for that? Now of all times? And yet... the sound of pattering on his breastplate... The boy was crying? And when he talked once more it was with a shake and a quiver in his voice. What did this mean? The boy felt betrayed? He couldn't fathom it, as far as he was aware Amir would have been delighted to see the departure of himself, so why was it that the boy was being so emotional? "Look at my fucking arm! This is your fucking fault you dumb ass twat sack. You see the bone? Itā€™s regrowing! My arm got fucking cut off and all I want to do right now is shank your dumbass face with my bone stub! I canā€™t believe you just fucking left! I cannot fucking believe you had a mental breakdown or that I even considered the dumb ass fucking idea that your cunt ass shitty ass could ever be mother fucking reliable ever! I can't believe you fucking left me there like that!" Trytheus steeled himself, he knew what had to be said. What had to be done.

"You are right, Amir. The fault, and the blame lies with me and me alone." He spoke softly and sincerely."You cannot understand why I acted so because you have not lived the life I have. You speak with a mouth that has known the freedom to speak as it wishes, you live in a body that has not felt the weight of responsibility. I have not had the luxury of choice that you have lived Amir. Trytheus Morrela is not a name or a title... It is... A suit of armour forged from a child. I did not have.. Do not have the luxury to chose how I wish to live my own life, nor have any of the others who bore this name who came before me. We are slaves dedicated to the protection of people we shall never meet, bound in chains of oath and servitude. You cannot understand because you are as free as the wind and I bound as my own armour." He breathed a sigh for now came the truly hard part, he did not doubt the boy had ignored him as he had so many times before. But this time, he would listen for sure. "But you are right. I abandoned you to die, and to die from a fate that was of my own making. I failed to control myself when my oaths were tested. Were any in my service to act as I have their lives would be forfeit. This, is your realm. I submit myself to your judgment, I shall accept what you deem to be my just punishment for my failings."

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Serafina smiled at the phoenix as it came to her and healed her wound. She cooed to it lightly, always a lover of all types of creatures, and thanked it for its aid. She rolled her newly healed shoulder and wiggled her fingers. It truly was amazing. It had healed right up and Amir's healing arm was yet very fascinating. She could see every nerve, ever sliver of muscle as it grew back. She would have liked to study it, Amir willing, and take notes but now was not the time for such things. It was a thought for another time. They had bigger problems to deal with. She started walking with the boy at her side and rested her hands on her swords.

"I did not say those words to pity, you Amir. As you've said, I understand the pain you've gone through and yet, can I really say that? You've experienced much more curelty. And regardless of your reasons for saving me, I am grateful to you for it. You have given me this chance and I'll cherish it, regardless of how long it lasts." she answered considering the fact that when this was all over, she may still end up dead. Without her Everglade, Meg and May would have no use for her and she would be eliminate it. It did peeve her a bit that this was her fate but she understood. She'd be reborn eventually anyway. Hopefully stronger than before. She did like her currently life however, so she'd do what she could to keep it.

The rest of their walk was in silence, but she didn't much mind that. She peered up at the sky when Hassan returned and the two picked up their pace. When Serafina saw the majestic gryphon in the distance she gave a sigh of relief. She began moving forward only to realize Amir had rushed towards Trytheus. Oh dear. Were the two going to fight again? More fighting wasn't going to get them anywhere! It was what got them into this mess in the first place! What was wrong with men that they assumed everything was resolved with a fist in the face? Though she did have to admit, she had a mind to whack the man herself. Even if his tirade had been to get the others to kill her so he didn't have to do it himself, he had left Amir to the same fate. She would have to be wary around this man. He was not trustworthy. She was surprised the gryphon had chosen to side with someone as sneaky and conniving as this man. Or with a blatant stubborn ape. One of the two.

Serafina hurried to catch up and was panting lightly by the time she reached the pair; Amir already screaming and... tearing up? She sighed and crossed her arms as she listened to the two bicker like a married couple. Though Trytheus did seem to have... sort of given up? His words were troubling and instantly sparked an annoyance in her as well. She stepped forward to get the man's attention as well.

"You seem to be making a lot of assumptions about Amir's past and his responsibilities. You do not rule Ganji, do not know what he has been through and what lay on his shoulders. His age makes no difference. You are talking about this heavy weight of responsibilities, but do we not all have responsibilities? We all are devoted to protecting those we haven't met. You acted like a child back there. I understand full well your task and am willing to accept that but I may have a way to get us all out of this situation and you will no longer have to wrestle with your seemingly black and white moral dilemma. And you don't have a choice? We all have a choice! Our names are responsibilities we take up. You think that Amir and I don't have that mantle? We are riders to, Trytheus. It was always the destiny of the unicorn to be the fragile healer but I made a choice this time around to be different and brandish swords. You can choose and you know very well that consequences come from action and inaction. We are all slaves to that past and the choices our previous reincarnations have made but that doesn't mean you can't live, Trytheus. You are using it as an excuse." She cleared her throat then to get herself out of this lecture. There was sooo much more she could say but they didn't have time for this.

"We can have this debate later. Only the unicorn comes back to life which means my creature isn't dead yet. I am still a rider. Trytheus, you need to take me back to my homeland and get me to my fallen creature. I fear for my land and the other riders that have gone after him. I am sure that he must have turned kelpie by now and as the unicorn rider, I have the ability to understand and speak to creatures. Perhaps I can tame the Kelpie before it harms anyone. Then Meg and May can't say anything about me not having a creature to help future quests and if I can't tame him, well you won't have to kill me after all because Everglade would have done it for you. Even a kelpie can't stand up to all of you; especially the dragon and the phoenix since fire is its bane. Now get up and let's go."

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"You are right, Amir. The fault, and the blame lies with me and me alone." Amir freeze himself in shock, a shiver running down his spine. This was not what he had foreseen Trytheus doing, being a reasonable person. He wasnā€™t sure how to respond, or how to retaliate. Before he could say anything though, the man continued. "You cannot understand why I acted so because you have not lived the life I have. You speak with a mouth that has known the freedom to speak as it wishes, you live in a body that has not felt the weight of responsibility. I have not had the luxury of choice that you have lived Amir. Trytheus Morrela is not a name or a title... It is... A suit of armour forged from a child. I did not have.. Do not have the luxury to chose how I wish to live my own life, nor have any of the others who bore this name who came before me. We are slaves dedicated to the protection of people we shall never meet, bound in chains of oath and servitude. You cannot understand because you are as free as the wind and I bound as my own armour."

Amir sat gaping, still frozen in shock, straddled over the armor clad man, not really sure how to process anything. So far all of their interactions had been hostile and aggravated aggression, he had been banking on that to continue, he could use a good wrestling match right about now, the boy had wanted to hit something despite just fighting for his life. What was worse about this was Try was conceding his defeat, the boy felt his mouth drop open in shock. The stubborn asshole was picking now of all times to not be stubborn, great. Now Amir couldnā€™t punch him in the face without being the bad guy, meaning heā€™d have to be the one to apologize. The boy let out a sigh and buried his face in his one present hand. The regeneration of his left arm was reaching his wrist, the hand was the worst part of the process. The intricate make up meant for precise and slower progress as everything got put back together correctly.

He was frustrated by Tryā€™s words, for the entire time the man had been in Gnaji he had ignored everything Amir had said in the name of some bigger cause, or his duties, or being a good person. The boy was about to speak when Sera interjected and he turned to look at her. She had quite the speech, it was long and agreeable and that pissed him off all the more. After she finished it was tense, like really, really, really tense. The blond boy looked back at Trytheus, ā€œWhat the fuckā€¦ Why would you pick now of all times to not be absolutely infuriatingā€¦?ā€

He sniffed loudly and rolled off the man, pushing himself to his feet. He looked awful, but he glanced between the two. Trytheus just submitted himself to Amirā€™s judgement, which he was pretty sure meant he had a free pass to have the man do whatever he wanted just this once. It was attempting, it was a lot of power, but with Sera alive if something big didnā€™t happen he was sure Meg and May would take the utmost joy in tearing him apart and eating his flesh. Over and over again with the aid of Hassan, that would be miserable. He cleared his throat, a sudden smirk appearing. ā€œThen Trytheus, I judge that you go and take the Unicorn Rider to her beast and once we see each other again you canā€™t make one snide comment towards me for twenty-four hours no matter what I do. There, you are judged you dumb animal.ā€

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Once more, Trytheus was forced to listen as he was berated. They did not understand, either of them. How could they? It was true what he had said, they had known a life where choice was as simple as thought, yet for him he had not had the chance to chose his path on life. He had lived a life where such freedoms were beyond him, he had a duty to uphold, one which could wait whilst he wished for a better life. And yet he had actually managed to stump Amir. Truly he had been ill expecting that outcome, it had been far more likely for the boy to continue his tirade.

Still he was glad when the boy actually decided to move from where he was sat on his chest, if nothing to be rid of his intimidate presence. He rolled over and up to his feet with practiced ease, dirt falling from his helm in clumps as it was dislodged in the motion. He turned as Mavegen approached him, he could see the sympathy in her eyes as she stood before him. The two pressed their foreheads together as a mark of companionship as Amir declared his decree.

"Then Trytheus, I judge that you go and take the Unicorn Rider to her beast and once we see each other again you canā€™t make one snide comment towards me for twenty-four hours no matter what I do. There, you are judged you dumb animal." He could hear the smug pride bleeding through the boys voice, no doubt he was delighted about the opportunity to give him a command. Frankly he was surprised the boy didn't want him to kneel at his feet and declare him his superior or some such filth. He didn't even look up from where his head was pressed against the mighty griffons as he spoke, with any luck cutting off the boy before he could make another demand.

"As you say. I shall take her to wherever her beast lays or the monster it has become roams. But once it is dispatched." He pulled away from Mavegen to lock Amir in his steely gaze. "I shall fly direct to my homeland and I shall not be returning to this accursed desert." With his own deceleration finished he made his way around to Mavegens side and climbed to the saddle. Mavegen did not simply take off into the sky however she did fix Serafina with a baleful glare to show her disdane of how the Rider had decided to conduct herself. It was clear she was unpleased with the virtual attack that was being thrown on her rider. Trytheus took the chance to fight against his fellow Rider words before they took flight, he knew that the wind would make all conversation impossible.

"I do not say I have no choice as an excuse, I am not saying it as a way of dodging the mistakes of the past. The Griffon Rider is not the same as you other Riders, you are individuals, free to live how you wish. You chose to take up the sword in the defense of your people. I had the sword placed in my hand. I was not born to name Trytheus Morrela, only one ever was and he was the first to begin our cycle. My birth name, my birth family, everything that would ever have been me was lost when the child that was was taken away. Do not speak of knowings one past. For me, there was none, only the path of Trytheus. Now come, I would rather we were away and be done with this."

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Serafina looked between her two companions and sighed. She to couldn't wait till all of this was done. There was a chance that she and Everglade would not make it out alive but at least with their deaths, they could be reincarnated and everyone else would be safe. That was a comforting thought if nothing else. She still hoped that it didn't come to that however. There was much she wanted to live for and next time, she may not have the same drive that she had this time around. She sighed to herself and looked over at Amir and gave him a nod of thanks and squeezed his shoulder before she got up on the magnificent Griffon and got herself comfortable so she didn't topple off while they were in the sky. Huh. Trytheus could dump her in the air and she'd fall to her death, thus finishing what Meg and May wanted... she hoped that wouldn't be the case.

At the man's words, she arched an eyebrow. He wasn't using it as an excuse? He was different from the other riders? He had a sword handed to him at a young age and thus couldn't be an individual? That didn't make sense to Serafina. They all had responsibilities, titles, expectations to live up to. They were all riders and held the previous riders' legacy on their shoulders. It was a heavy burden and one she knew well just like Trytheus. She was upset that she couldn't connect with the man right now. She thought she would have gotten along with the noble knight of Amstra. Right now, she only found his logic muddled. Had she not been handed herbs and the healer's staff so that she would become the next healer? Everyone had been set on her being a medicine woman just like all her predecessors before her. She had to fight that destiny to get where she was now. She had still taken up the craft but that hadn't stopped her from becoming a swords-woman and living differently. It had been a hard rode to get over the assumptions and expectations but she had done it. Trytheus could do it to if he really wanted to. But instead, he found himself in learned helplessness. For now, Serafina just shook her head and kept her mouth shut. She didn't want her fear of being dropped to become a reality.

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Dae looked over when he heard something hit the floor beside him. He thought it was a bomb at first and tensed but then saw it was a boomerang with a rope tied around it. He dove for it as the Kelpie jumped over his falling body. It neighed and reared up on its hind legs. It was intent on getting at Dae since Dae had kept stabbing at it and it wasn't happy. Orpheus started to pull him just as Alashae lit the wood and bomb and tossed it towards him and the Kelpie. He squeezed his eyes shut. He didn't feel the heat of the bomb however. He frowned and opened an eye to see he was wrapped in a bubble of water. Aquarian had saved him from the explosion. Aquarian wasn't about to just let his rider die after all. And since the water wet the rope, the rope didn't burn from being so close. It allowed the three headed dog to pull him away from the screeching horse. When he was safe, he gave a sigh of relief, the bubble of water evaporating around him. That was close. He wince as he moved to sit up and touched his bleeding arm. The wound was already looking nasty. He hadn't felt the poison yet but he knew he was going to feel it soon.

The kelpie itself was panting and neighing in its pain. The last bomb had done a number on it and did much to sap its energy. The poor thing turned towards the water again and pawed the ground, the water nearby snaked towards it then. The creature was desperate to wrap it around itself like armor. Aquarian wasn't having any of that. He hissed and started to draw the water back. The two then started a water version of tug-a-war. Thankfully, that didn't last for very long. Serafina and Trytheus were fast approaching the scene. As soon as they neared the land, Serafina leaped off of the griffon's back.

"Everglade! Stop!" she cried. The horse turned its head, letting go of the water enough that Aquarian was able to completely pull the water away from the burnt horse. The kelpie neighed and galloped towards Serafina who ran towards him as well. The two stopped abruptly and the Kelpie reared; past memories and new personality causing it to be at odds with its wants and desires. The horse whined and pawed the ground around Serafina but didn't quite attack. Serafina's heart was throbbing for her companion and she reached out to gently and placed a hand on the horse's snout. The kelpie reared again, threatening her to keep her distance. The horse was about to turn away but she hurried to grab a hold of the creature's lead. "You will stop this instant! You are better than this, Everglade! I know you don't want to do this. Calm yourself! I demand you get a hold of yourself and stop leaking your toxin all over this world! You are sworn to protect it!"

The horse neighed and tried to pull away but it was quickly weakening against her command. A wild kelpie was tamed once its bridle was grasped and it must do the bidding of the one that snared it. Everglade panted and snorted at its rider and pawed the ground a few more times and blinked at Serafina before the command finally settled in place. The horse dropped its head and leaned forward to rest it on her shoulder. Serafina smiled. It worked! It really worked! She couldn't believe it! A smile colored her face and she hugged the horse's neck and nuzzled him. He did smell foul but he didn't smell as bad as decaying flesh anymore. He just smelled like seaweed gone bad. "There, there. I am here now, Glade. I am here."

Dae watched the two connect a bit surprised. He hadn't realized a kelpie could be tamed and here the unicorn rider made it look so simple. None of their attacks had killed the creature. They had only weakened it. It almost made the whole fight look foolish. At least with the kelpie on their side, they had another creature that no one would want to trifle with. Dae got to his feet then and swayed where he stood, suddenly light headed. Aquarian was instantly at his side and helped Dae keep to his feet. Dae winced when Aquarian let a tongue of water wash over the wound to clear away the sand and dirt. It stung badly and the rider was already beginning to perspire as the toxins began to do its damage.

"Lady Unicorn rider, are you certain the kelpie won't continue to poison what it touches?" Dae asked then.

Serafina looked over at him and shook her head. "Once the kelpie is tamed it will do as asked. The toxin it secrets is a defense mechanism. Now that he isn't being attacked, he won't harm anyone. Is everyone all right? Has anyone been poisoned?"

"I have been bitten," Dae confirmed.

Serafina's eyes widened and she rushed over to the rider and all but dragged him to the ground. "You mustn't exert yourself! It will only make the poison spread!" Serafina rushed away from the group to head to the tree line that harbored blossoms as white as moon beams. She picked a few before she hurried to Dae's side once more and ripped the rest of his sleeve off. She plucked the petals and rested them on the wound before ripping pieces of her own dress to dress the wound. "That should keep you stable for now. These blossoms are the only thing that the kelpie's venom doesn't pollute. You are still going to get sick since these weren't applied right away, but you won't die from the poison at least. When we have a moment to rest I'll make a paste to rub your wound with to help the rid your body of the toxins."

"Thank you. I appreciate your aid."

"Of course! I would never leave someone to die, especially if it is because of me." Serafina got to her feet and glanced behind her to see the kelpie standing behind her. She turned her attention then to everyone else then and made a small curtsy. "I am the queen of Languinre, Lady Serifina Constantinescu. The uni-er... kelpie behind me is Everglade. It is a pleasure to finally meet all of the other riders of this generation. And what are your names?"

"Dae Valen, Chief of Sui Generis. The person beside me is my companion, the siren Aquarian."

Aquarian gave a bow and a smile to the lady. "Pleasure," he purred.