Judas opened his eyes, having revelled in the chill the dawn brought. With a hefty exhale, leaving a brief cloud of vapours to blow away in the gentle breeze, he hefted his glaive and began to stroll about the Lux. Everyone seemed to be putting on various layers, or spending more time in their cloaks than before... it was a foreign notion to him. That being said, he was beginning to learn of many things that were foreign notions to him here in this strange new land that he called home.
Life was still a touch new to him. There was so much that had changed since the great sleep. So few Children of Autumn he recognized, and yet there were so many others that now held the lands. And, by some miracle, they were mostly pleasant enough to be around, if a touch on the curious side. Still, the baseline of trusting someone as far as he could throw them was definitely still holding true, and had saved him a couple times so far. Always a sliding bar, never set in stone. Stigg had stepped up and offered much mentor ship, only to then proceed with an atrocity. Barra had been kind enough to lead him here, no matter how long and improvised that game of hide and seek had been, and had his back many a time. Adraxis, Myrrdin, Eleanor, and Genevra had stumbled up him in the woods and welcomed a travel companion without a second thought, always inquiring about his well being and bringing him along on their adventures. Solveig had been warm enough, only to later turn on him and nearly strike him down. Everyone a curious case.
Though, certainly by irony, that last thought passed through his head as he reached the lodging offered to him, by Solveig and Sarryn. The matter or trust has been a dicey topic in that house for quite some time. Had Judas known who it had been owned by when he accepted the lodging, he likely wouldn’t have accepted. Sarryn had an odd way of making Judas’ skin crawl, sometimes by action, sometime through conversation, and other times through sheer proximity. Baibh had mentioned necromancy early on, and it would be understandable all things considered. Then one day, it was gone. No irritation. Judas had even been surprised by Sarryn walking up to him sometimes, completely devoid of any skin crawling. Had it not been for the interactions with some of the wedding guests, Judas may have been in a place to start that trust back up to his throwing baseline. But then... the duke.
Judas’s mind replayed over and over again all of the events from the past month as he spat on the ground before entering the house. The invitation of a necromantic fae lord to a wedding. And the forced complacency that was imposed on the guests to allow it. And topped off with an accepted knighthood in to his undead court. It was horrific. No doubt it was taxing on everyone involved. Solveig was no longer cheerful, Barra was constantly tense, and every whisper on the wind speaking treason one way or another.
That, however, was yesterday. Today was a new day. Sarryn, shattered and broken, had renounced the Duke, Solveig took a stand and sought unity, not separation, and for once, Judas felt as though he had been at a place he should be. His hand wandered up, absentmindedly rubbing the badge he had donned the other day. It was a gift when he entered the lodging, one that unified him as a lower member of House Therion. One he had been near ready to set ablaze. And now one he wore with pride. One he wore against the Duke. One that signalled a new start. That signalled Sarryn and Solveig’s trip back on the sliding bar of being thrown.
Stopping briefly by his own room, and placing his glaive gingerly on his weapon rack, Judas continued through the halls of the house until he came to the room the lord and lady resides in. By the Life, that thought was painful, and he secretly hoped they wouldn’t enforce appropriate titles too harshly. He may be extricated from this house yet.
He freed himself from this thought however with 5 brisk knocks. “Haloo? Sally? Karen? It’s time to rise for breakfast.” His voice maintained a gentle air to it, as it was still rather early in the morning, and it was unpleasant to wake to harshness.
Life was still a touch new to him. There was so much that had changed since the great sleep. So few Children of Autumn he recognized, and yet there were so many others that now held the lands. And, by some miracle, they were mostly pleasant enough to be around, if a touch on the curious side. Still, the baseline of trusting someone as far as he could throw them was definitely still holding true, and had saved him a couple times so far. Always a sliding bar, never set in stone. Stigg had stepped up and offered much mentor ship, only to then proceed with an atrocity. Barra had been kind enough to lead him here, no matter how long and improvised that game of hide and seek had been, and had his back many a time. Adraxis, Myrrdin, Eleanor, and Genevra had stumbled up him in the woods and welcomed a travel companion without a second thought, always inquiring about his well being and bringing him along on their adventures. Solveig had been warm enough, only to later turn on him and nearly strike him down. Everyone a curious case.
Though, certainly by irony, that last thought passed through his head as he reached the lodging offered to him, by Solveig and Sarryn. The matter or trust has been a dicey topic in that house for quite some time. Had Judas known who it had been owned by when he accepted the lodging, he likely wouldn’t have accepted. Sarryn had an odd way of making Judas’ skin crawl, sometimes by action, sometime through conversation, and other times through sheer proximity. Baibh had mentioned necromancy early on, and it would be understandable all things considered. Then one day, it was gone. No irritation. Judas had even been surprised by Sarryn walking up to him sometimes, completely devoid of any skin crawling. Had it not been for the interactions with some of the wedding guests, Judas may have been in a place to start that trust back up to his throwing baseline. But then... the duke.
Judas’s mind replayed over and over again all of the events from the past month as he spat on the ground before entering the house. The invitation of a necromantic fae lord to a wedding. And the forced complacency that was imposed on the guests to allow it. And topped off with an accepted knighthood in to his undead court. It was horrific. No doubt it was taxing on everyone involved. Solveig was no longer cheerful, Barra was constantly tense, and every whisper on the wind speaking treason one way or another.
That, however, was yesterday. Today was a new day. Sarryn, shattered and broken, had renounced the Duke, Solveig took a stand and sought unity, not separation, and for once, Judas felt as though he had been at a place he should be. His hand wandered up, absentmindedly rubbing the badge he had donned the other day. It was a gift when he entered the lodging, one that unified him as a lower member of House Therion. One he had been near ready to set ablaze. And now one he wore with pride. One he wore against the Duke. One that signalled a new start. That signalled Sarryn and Solveig’s trip back on the sliding bar of being thrown.
Stopping briefly by his own room, and placing his glaive gingerly on his weapon rack, Judas continued through the halls of the house until he came to the room the lord and lady resides in. By the Life, that thought was painful, and he secretly hoped they wouldn’t enforce appropriate titles too harshly. He may be extricated from this house yet.
He freed himself from this thought however with 5 brisk knocks. “Haloo? Sally? Karen? It’s time to rise for breakfast.” His voice maintained a gentle air to it, as it was still rather early in the morning, and it was unpleasant to wake to harshness.