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farsickness2021-06-05 05:38 pm
aetophoria) wrote in farsickness2021-06-05 05:38 pm
🗡️ prosperity never abides long in the same place | OPEN
WHO: Kassandra + OPEN
WHEN: Early June
WHAT: Arriving! Hit me up if you want a specific starter. Feel free to overhear any of her conversations with various NPCs or come across her any of the places she's in.
WHERE: The inn and around Gazin
WARNINGS: Kass has trauma and is in a Very Bad Place in her canon, so she's likely to have some trauma mentions.
From Sparta to Here
There's nothing for her in Sparta now. The home Kassandra had done so much to reclaim feels empty without her mother and brother, and she's still too uneasy around Nikolaos and Stentor to really feel like a family. Too much has happened, too many years have passed with too much resentment, and all her recent memories about the place feature people who are now dead. She'd only ever wanted to come back here for her mother.
She has nothing left to do here, and she almost wishes she'd never come back here.
How that leads to her finding herself on a crossroads with signs she's completely unable to read, she's not sure. Suddenly confused, uneasy, she darts off the road and crouches behind the first cover she can find, reaching out through her mind for Ikaros.
He's not there. She calls to him, waits for the reassuring sound of his returning screech, and hears nothing. Her oldest friend is gone.
Around gazin - Open
Kassandra has never been so alone. Ikaros has been at her side ever since Mount Taygetos. He was her companion as she fled Sparta, as she found her new life on Kephallonia, and as she's made her way around the Greek world in search of her family and the cultists. But somehow, she's here and he's not, and Kassandra feels both blind and alone. What is the Eagle Bearer without her eagle? A lost Spartan woman in a land she doesn't understand.
Nobody here speaks Greek, and after many attempts to communicate, someone points Kassandra towards a shop where she finds a man who somehow uses magic to teach her to understand the people here. That's ... not her friend or her family, but it is at least a step towards being able to understand what has happened.
At least she has some drachmae, and while the merchants here don't accept it, she does find someone who is willing to offer her some of this place's coin in exchange. Kassandra visits the stalls in the marketplace, examining the wares, some of which are familiar and others of which are not. And she asks the merchants the same question: do they know anyone who needs her assistance?
Later, she finds the tavern, and knowing that having a roof over her head is preferable to a camp in the wild, she enters, and approaches the man selling the drinks.
"Chaire. I believe I can rent a room from you? I have some silvers."
After she's seen the room, she settles in with a drink and a meal, and watches the people around her. She looks out of place, dressed in full armour and sitting a little away from the center of the room where there are fewer people. She knows it. But she's not intending to be hostile. Anyone who seems interested in her will get a smile, a nod, and a pleasant "Chaire" in a tone that makes it clear it's a friendly greeting even though they don't speak Greek.
Later, she approaches the tavern keeper again with the same question she asks everywhere she goes:
"Do you know of anyone who needs the assistance of a ... a mercenary?"
That, she believes, is the word.
The Forest - Open
For all that a roof over her head is better than sleeping under the open sky, Kassandra still sometimes prefers to be in the wild. Besides, if she can hunt for herself, that will be less money she needs to spend at the tavern until she works out if her line of work is feasible here. She takes Achilles' Bow and sets out from town seeking game. She's not actively avoiding people; even if she wanted to, it's much harder to do without her Eagle Vision, and she's sticking to obvious trails for now in a forest that's unfamiliar to her.
She has her bow out and an arrow nocked, but when she sees someone approaching, she removes the arrow.
"I was looking for game," she explains as she returns the arrow to her quiver.
The next day, she takes some time to explore, following the course of the river north to see what the lands further afield may have to offer. The whole time, she misses the companionship of Ikaros and Phobos. It's lonely without her horse and her eagle, so she'll greet anyone she sees.
WHEN: Early June
WHAT: Arriving! Hit me up if you want a specific starter. Feel free to overhear any of her conversations with various NPCs or come across her any of the places she's in.
WHERE: The inn and around Gazin
WARNINGS: Kass has trauma and is in a Very Bad Place in her canon, so she's likely to have some trauma mentions.
From Sparta to Here
There's nothing for her in Sparta now. The home Kassandra had done so much to reclaim feels empty without her mother and brother, and she's still too uneasy around Nikolaos and Stentor to really feel like a family. Too much has happened, too many years have passed with too much resentment, and all her recent memories about the place feature people who are now dead. She'd only ever wanted to come back here for her mother.
She has nothing left to do here, and she almost wishes she'd never come back here.
How that leads to her finding herself on a crossroads with signs she's completely unable to read, she's not sure. Suddenly confused, uneasy, she darts off the road and crouches behind the first cover she can find, reaching out through her mind for Ikaros.
He's not there. She calls to him, waits for the reassuring sound of his returning screech, and hears nothing. Her oldest friend is gone.
Around gazin - Open
Kassandra has never been so alone. Ikaros has been at her side ever since Mount Taygetos. He was her companion as she fled Sparta, as she found her new life on Kephallonia, and as she's made her way around the Greek world in search of her family and the cultists. But somehow, she's here and he's not, and Kassandra feels both blind and alone. What is the Eagle Bearer without her eagle? A lost Spartan woman in a land she doesn't understand.
Nobody here speaks Greek, and after many attempts to communicate, someone points Kassandra towards a shop where she finds a man who somehow uses magic to teach her to understand the people here. That's ... not her friend or her family, but it is at least a step towards being able to understand what has happened.
At least she has some drachmae, and while the merchants here don't accept it, she does find someone who is willing to offer her some of this place's coin in exchange. Kassandra visits the stalls in the marketplace, examining the wares, some of which are familiar and others of which are not. And she asks the merchants the same question: do they know anyone who needs her assistance?
Later, she finds the tavern, and knowing that having a roof over her head is preferable to a camp in the wild, she enters, and approaches the man selling the drinks.
"Chaire. I believe I can rent a room from you? I have some silvers."
After she's seen the room, she settles in with a drink and a meal, and watches the people around her. She looks out of place, dressed in full armour and sitting a little away from the center of the room where there are fewer people. She knows it. But she's not intending to be hostile. Anyone who seems interested in her will get a smile, a nod, and a pleasant "Chaire" in a tone that makes it clear it's a friendly greeting even though they don't speak Greek.
Later, she approaches the tavern keeper again with the same question she asks everywhere she goes:
"Do you know of anyone who needs the assistance of a ... a mercenary?"
That, she believes, is the word.
The Forest - Open
For all that a roof over her head is better than sleeping under the open sky, Kassandra still sometimes prefers to be in the wild. Besides, if she can hunt for herself, that will be less money she needs to spend at the tavern until she works out if her line of work is feasible here. She takes Achilles' Bow and sets out from town seeking game. She's not actively avoiding people; even if she wanted to, it's much harder to do without her Eagle Vision, and she's sticking to obvious trails for now in a forest that's unfamiliar to her.
She has her bow out and an arrow nocked, but when she sees someone approaching, she removes the arrow.
"I was looking for game," she explains as she returns the arrow to her quiver.
The next day, she takes some time to explore, following the course of the river north to see what the lands further afield may have to offer. The whole time, she misses the companionship of Ikaros and Phobos. It's lonely without her horse and her eagle, so she'll greet anyone she sees.
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It’s the sound of a greeting she hasn’t heard... in far too long (too many worlds ago) that draws her attention, a friendly spoken ‘Chaire’ that pulls her to her feet and wending her way over to the unfamiliar woman dressed in more familiar armour.
“How are you settling in?” she asks, in flawless Greek.
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"It is a relief to hear somebody speaking Greek. I was starting to feel very out of place, and I am used to feeling out of place."
It takes a lot to make Kassandra feel unsettled by being surrounded by strangers; she'd been driven out of her home as a child and has spent the past years travelling from region to region across Greece, essentially homeless. But never truly alone, untile now.
"I am Kassandra, of Sparta. I am called the Eagle-Bearer, but I seem to have lost my eagle."
She tries to say it in a way that masks how much that hurts her, but she's not sure she succeeds.
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The woman introduces herself, and she can’t help but smile. They share a name. She opens her mouth to introduce herself in return and pauses. Of Whitestone doesn’t feel right. Not anymore. It hasn’t been her home in a very long time. Rome is the closest she’d felt to having a home. “I’m Cassandra de Rolo. Of nowhere, now.” She hides the hurt in her voice with the skill of someone long practiced, but there’s hurt in her eyes that she can’t hide.
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And being able to speak in Greek has filled Kassandra with relief that she wants to keep experiencing.
Kassandra smiles at the way Cassandra introduces herself, but there's something a little sad in the smile that echoes the sadness in her new acquaintance's eyes. She's become known as Kassandra of Sparta, Kassandra the Eagle-Bearer, and Misthios, and here, none of them are really the correct name.
"I am not really 'of Sparta' any more, either. I grew up on Kephallonia, but I was born in Sparta and the name stayed with me."
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She recognizes the places mentioned from her readings in Rome, and she wonders if it might have been the same Earth. It had to have been similar, at the very least. “I was born in a city called Whitestone. Spent my entire life there. But I’m afraid it hasn’t been home for… a very long time. It’s no longer a place I wish to claim.” She hasn’t spoken that thought aloud… ever, she thinks with some surprise. Perhaps afraid to put it into words, as though something would be irrevocably broken if she did. She thinks the only thing she might be able to keep was her title. Guardian of Woven Stone. At least, the Guardian part is still applicable. “I’ve found more of a home in wandering.” Wandering she’d never had a chance to do, back in Tal’Dorei. It had taken travelling to different worlds to give her the freedom she’d longed for. The freedom she’d needed.
Cassandra the Wanderer. It has a ring to it.