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latent-sense-of-loyalty · 3 months

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Ch. III

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It had taken Aesop a few days to come up with some kind of plan. What had once been an empty set of cubicle walls around him were now filled with notes, annotations, witness statements, and a clear picture of what he had to work with. What sat in the middle of it all was the wanted poster of Lenore, her hopeful eyes staring back at him. He could only imagine what she would be looking like now, on the run and in hiding. He had apprehended wizards who had been in hiding for quite a while, and the state they were in, the image of her like that made him shudder.

Throughout the few days here, Aesop was lucky to find the class that Lenore had been training with, some willing to sit and talk with him. Some were less cooperative, not exactly wanting to recount the scene. He did empathise, of course a situation like that would want to be forgotten, yet he could not deny the growing frustration he was feeling. All he wanted were answers, as fast as possible. None of this was making sense to him, and Aesop despised feeling lost like this.

As he was packing up his desk, gathering everything he would need for the next part of this investigation, he heard someone clear their throat, making him turn. Before him stood a young woman, with eyes that took even Aesop aback. Just her rested face alone looked to be throwing iced daggers at him, yet her overall demeanour seemed almost timid and shy. Long black hair framed her face, ties tightly behind her back, falling past her waist. He quickly cleared his own throat, straightening himself. "May I… help you?" He did not recognize her from the class.

"M-Mr. Sharp. I apologise if I was interrupting anything," Her eyes darted between him and the reports and papers surrounding the walls, swallowing nervously. "I just… I heard you were asking about Miss Arkanos and.." Aesop immediately arched a brow, moving closer to the woman.

"Not out here…" His voice was low and quiet, escorting the women to the back of the room. He quickly waved his wand in front of a door, ushering her in before following, locking the door. I side was a basic interrogation room, black walls, a simple table and chairs facing each other in the middle of the room. The woman only noticed sitting down that Aesop had gone to the corner of the room, procuring two porcelain cups of tea. "I know you're nervous, this should help." He placed the cup in front of her, taking a seat across.

As she took a tentative sip, she watched as the man quickly got ready, a piece of parchment with a quill floating at the ready. She also noticed his own notebook, a much smaller quill in hand. After a minute, he was the one this time to clear his throat.

"Alright," his voice was gruff as he readjusted himself in his chair, his mind slipping back into his time as an Auror. "Your name please." His eyes trained on hers carefully, the quill beside him scratching down his words.

"Aia. Aia Shizuku." Her voice still quivered from nerves, her hands unable to keep the tea cup still. After a minute, the woman took a deep breath, nodding to the man.

"Alright… Aia." He tried his best to give her a curt smile, coming across just as uncomfortable as her. 'Damn it has been a while'. "Let us start at the beginning then. How close were you to Miss Arkanos while you trained together?"

"Well, we were quite close." Taking another sip of tea, she set the cup down, finding some kind of confidence. "We were usually training partners. Most of our time here was spent together. We both stayed in the provided dorms here so you could say we were roommates." He could see a twitch of a smile forming. "I remember she could be quite the snarky woman at times."

Aesop did not realise he was chuckling at the comment until he noticed Aia's quizzical stare, clearing his throat. "Apologise." He scribbled down some of his own notes before addressing the woman again. "So I assume being training partners and living together, you two would talk a lot?"

Aia nodded enthusiastically. "She was always very easy to talk to, had a way of really listening to what you say. When we had met I had mentioned how nervous I was since I had only been in this country for a few weeks."

"Where have you travelled here from?"

"My father and I moved here from Japan. After I had graduated Mahoutokoro, my father had been offered a job here at the Ministry. He recommended I work as an Auror." Aesop had to do everything to not hide the look of displeasure on his face, instead keeping it down to look at his notes. "When I had brought it up to her, she told me about a close friend she had from Hogwarts who had previously gone to Uagadou."

Hearing that, Aesop sat straighter in his chair. "Has Miss Arkanos mentioned any of her other previous friendships to you?"

"Yes sir. She always went on about stories about them. There had been one who always found ways to blow things up in potions. Another she had mentioned was one of the greatest quidditch players she had ever seen. There was one she was particularly close with, received owls from him every day. Something… Gaunt?"

For a moment, Aesop could feel his face burn and stomach tighten at her words mentioning her relationship with Ominis. Even he had to admit they were particularly close to one another, especially after her fifth year. Those two, including Sallow, the three were attached at the hip. "Did she ever share what those notes entailed?"

Aia paused for a moment, lips pursed as she toyed with the teacup. "There was one she had mentioned… something about visiting a friend who had lost his sister… he was taking it really hard." Aia looked up to Aesop, the look of sadness in her eyes quite obvious. "She told me she lost someone too, that if it wasn't for someone she knew at Hogwarts, including her friends, that she would probably be really lost."

His chest tightened again, a lump growing in his throat that he fought to swallow down. Fingers hesitated on the parchment beneath him. Aesop knew what a loss like that could do to any person, how they could change. He knew Lenore took Eleazar's loss hard, but to see her grow and flourish, Aesop knew the old man would be proud. But loss never leaves a person, he could attest to that personally.

May 31, 1891

The weather was not helping the mood of the castle, the claps of thunder mixing with the stressed sighs and remarks from students trying to study as much as possible for the oncoming exams. In these moments, the library would be flooded with all kinds of students, all at different stages of panic in their studies. Aesop was never one to turn away a student from extra curricular activities, yet this year it seemed everyone was particularly struggling to find the right headspace to learn after what had happened. With classes having been paused for two weeks, everyone was playing catch up.

The library was trickling out the last few students for the evening, Aesop deciding to make his way back to the potions room to collect some papers to go over for the night. The halls were almost deserted, save for the few stragglers coming in from the storm. As Aesop turned the corner to the potions room, he noticed something that didn't seem right. A trail of water had been leading to the classroom itself. Aesop remembered he had mentioned his classroom being closed as he was to help study hall, so as he rounded the corner, he was shocked to believe the witch that sat in the class.

Lenore was soaked to the bone, shivering in front of the fire. Her eyes seemed distant, almost devoid of any emotion, yet the red puffy skin around her eyes was a close give away that it was not the case. She did not notice that he had approached her until he was nearly beside her. Lenore could not help but jump.

"I-I am so sorry, Professor! I did not mean to intrude, your door was unlocked and I had come to ask for something but clearly you're busy and-"

Aesop had not seen Lenore like this before. Usually she was entirely composed, to a care-free degree. She may have not been Amit, but she was one of the star students of the class, almost being here obsessively. It had been on his mind why a student would need so many wiggenweld and enduras potions, but he never really thought to ask.

Before he could cut in, Lenore looked into his eyes for a moment before completely breaking down, sobs wracking her body as they bounced off of the walls. Aesop had never really dealt with emotions like this, from students or adults. He was not particularly a graceful person when it came to feelings, but he knew that after what she had been through, what he himself had seen personally, it must have been a regular occurrence as of late.

Without speaking he gently led her by the shoulders to his desk, flicking his wand to close and lock the door to the class, knowing that she probably needed privacy in such a state. He pulled up a chair for her, quickly going to his office to retrieve a few items.

Lenore felt nothing short of embarrassed. This isn't what she wanted to happen, to have him see her like this. She did not want anyone to see her so broken. They were all feeling grief from the loss of Professor Fig, they had known him for so much longer, had those bonds with him. But, seeing the man she came to respect as a mentor, a teacher, a friend, die before her. The thought made another sob break from her chest. Lenore did not even notice the blanket being wrapped around her as Aesop returned, placing a cup of something in front of her. The smell wafted around her, sobs now morphing into soft cries.

Aesop knelt down beside her, trying his best to ignore the shooting pain in his leg as his hand softly fell on her shoulder.

"Miss Arkanos… deep breath."

It seemed to somehow break through her cloud of grief, Lenore looking at him as slowly, following Aesop, she breathed in and out, feeling her mind and body slowly relax. After a few minutes, she finally felt brave enough to take a sip of tea, eyes going wide.

"Like it?" Aesop chuckled, feeling confident enough to sit beside her in his chair. "Earl Grey, my personal stash. Brought it with me from home." He could see the worry in her eyes as she began to set down the cup. "No, no, drink." He watched her take another sip, the aroma clearly relaxing her shoulders.

"Thank you… for this." Her voice was meek, a frown pulling at the corners of Aesop's mouth. It didn't suit the confident witch he knew from class.

"No need to thank me. Contrary to popular belief, I'm not always the stern, gruff potions master they say I am." She noticed the slight smirk on his face, taking his own sip of tea. It put her at ease a little. Wiping her face, she let out a shuddering sigh.

They both sat there in silence for a few minutes, the only sound coming from the crackling fire in the classroom and the occasional sip. Aesop took the moment to assess Lenore. Immediately, he noticed how she had not been sleeping, dark bags lining her eyes, eyes that were quite red and bloodshot. Her hair, usually somewhat well kept, if not for the stray leaf or branch, now sat as a mess on her head, clearly unbrushed. It was a familiar image to him, one that brought him back to his own time of personal grieving. For Emrick, for the life he had before. Never would he want anyone to experience that loss, that pain, that complete emptiness in their chest. But seeing it happen before him, he could feel his own wounds want to open.

"How did you do it?"

Her voice ripped him out of his thoughts, Aesop meeting her stare. He could see the tears beginning to form again as she sunk into the blanket. Lenore must have been tipped off at his confusion, as she sat herself up a little more.

"When… when you lost your partner… how did you get over it?" Her voice wavered, trying to take another deep breath to calm herself.

Aesop sat back for a moment, a fist to his mouth in thought. He could feel all the memories and emotions slowly come back, ones that had taken years for him to come to terms with and overcome. He knew, in this situation, he had the advantage of age and time. Nobody can prepare you for losing a loved one, to say Aesop was prepared was a vast understatement. But he was at an age where he could understand his emotions, the risks of his line of work.

The hardest part for him was not accepting the loss of a friend, it was accepting the responsibility that if it wasn't for him insisting they go to that boat, his partner would still be alive.

"I didn't."

Lenore looked up from the cup he was holding, eyes wide with confusion and shock. Aesop took a deep breath, leaning towards her.

"I won't lie to you Miss Arkanos, I still live with what has happened to this day. I don't think there will ever be a day where I.. get over it." Moving his chair a little closer, he leaned down to be at eye level. "But what I have done is learn to live with what has happened. To grow from it, and continue on, for them. Professor Fig was a brilliant man, and with the knowledge of how he cared for you, it would be safe to assume that he would want you to grow, to learn, and use it as a strength. You will always have his memories with you, his lessons and advice. Keep those close to you." He felt a lump growing in his throat, trying to swallow it down. "It is okay to grieve. Just know one day, you will know it is time to continue forward, for yourself, because you know they would want you to. With them in your heart."

Lenore sat there in silence for a moment, just staring at the man dumbfounded. She had heard so much about Professor Sharp, seen it with her own eyes. He was not one to open himself like this. She did see him express pride and happiness, but this, it felt so…. Tender. So real.

"Thank you…" she whispered, tears falling down her red cheeks as she took a deep breath in, making a small smile appear on her face.

"Also… I'll let you in on a secret that will make you feel a little better." Procuring a piece of paper, he scribbled something down, his writing obscured by the empty vials on his desk. When he handed her the paper, she noticed it was directions, with a password written beneath. "A special bathroom for Prefects. They like to keep it locked but that password should get you through. I feel some time in there might make you feel a little.. better."

Lenore could not help but give him a large smile, the first he had seen from her in weeks. "Thank you… for everything." After finishing her tea she was ready to get up and leave, eager to bathe and make herself feel somewhat human again. But as she was leaving, she felt him touch her shoulder again, placing a small vial in her hand.

"This should help you sleep as well. Just need to put a drop of it in whatever beverage you fancy before bed. And Miss Arkanos," his hand fell from her shoulder, his eyes sweet and tender. "If you ever need to discuss anything at all, or just need to brew potions as a distraction, my office is open to you." He was the one now to turn and leave, but something she said before walking out made him stop in his tracks.

"Professor Sharp… call me Lenore"

"So, Miss Shizuku, what can you tell about any of the events leading up to the incident between Miss Arkanos and Mister Rosier?" Aesop hadn't realised he had been silent, Aia snapping him back to reality with a cough.

"Well… honestly… it all seemed okay until Rosier came to the academy." He could see Aia tensing at the question, her fingers picking at each other nervously. "All of us thought the situation was pretty strange in itself."

"May I ask what situation?"

"Well, from what I know, it is extremely unlikely for someone to begin training as an Auror halfway through the first year, or any year for that matter." Aesop immediately sat up straight, a little taken aback.

"You mean, Rosier never started the academy with you?" He was baffled at the statement. Not once, through his time as an Auror, has anyone ever come into training halfway. Nobody would allow such a thing.

Aia nodded in response. "Some had asked the instructor, it seemed very strange. He had said it was a favour for the Minister." The picking continued. Aesop motioned for her to continue. "When he had started training with us, he had zeroed in on Lenore instantly. He demanded to spar with her every chance he got, he would always try to follow us, shouting insults to try and provoke a response." Aesop could feel anger boiling in his chest, the thought of her being cornered like that making his fist clench.

"Lenore was immediately paranoid of him. She had kept telling me she knew him from somewhere, that he had been following her." Aia took a moment to look around the room, then leaned in close. "I…. If I tell you something… can you promise you won't get me in trouble?" He could see the worry and fear in her eyes. This entire time, all other students had kept tight-lipped and silent, so he could only imagine the risk she was taking with this information. He nodded to her in response, a slight bit of tension leaving her.

"We… we snuck into the records office. She needed to know if she was right… and…"

"And?"

"There was nothing.." her voice was barely above a whisper. "No records, paperwork. Nothing." Aia swallowed, looking around again. "The day after… was when everything happened. She was terrified that something was going to happen. That he would hurt someone. I never expected her.."

Aesop leaned back in his chair, letting out a breath. "I understand. After what had happened… have you ever seen her again?"

"No, when she ran away, nobody saw her again until the attacks happened. I just… I can't believe it… I thought I knew her." Aia's voice wavered, Aesop noticing the tears in her eyes. He passed her a box of tissues, waiting for her to compose herself. Looking over his notes, he felt now there were far more questions than answers, frustration and uncertainty growing.

"I want to thank you for your time Miss Shizuku. I assure you that our conversation will be kept private. But I need to know if there is anything else you can tell me, anything that could help lead me to her." He was leaning in on his arms, his eyes showing a small hint of desperation to the woman across. For a moment he watched her think, staring down at her hands before looking back.

"Before what happened, she had let me know she was scared for the people she cared for… that she wanted to make sure they stayed safe. Mister Sharp… I know Lilium.. I know she isn't a killer but…" Aesop held up his hand, not wanting her to break down.

"Miss Shizuku… I promise that I will make sure she is found safely. I will find out what is going on. If anything else comes up, please let me know immediately." Aia nodded, and after a few minutes he watched her leave the office, taking a moment to look back to him with a worried expression.

Aesop felt this had started taking a step forward, now feeling like he had taken three steps back. How did she know Rosier? What did he know about her? The biggest question still on his mind still stared straight back at him, trying her best not to smile. Beside her, sat the names of all the students he remembered seeing her being her closest friends.

What did they know?

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nerevar-quote-and-star · 1 year

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So, based on the post @nientedenada made on Altmer names, I've devised the names for my Hero of Kvatch's family, all the way down the line to my Last Dragonborn, Leara.

Avarenya, my HoK; Oromis, my Sheogorath; and their two brothers, Amroth and Rumil, belong to a noble house in the city of Cloudrest. Their father and his brother:

Elmoriar, their father, is the younger of two sons of the Lord of House Stardust. His uncle, Elglorion, maintained a manor house in the city of Skingrad, which he left to Elmoriar in the event of his death. Elmoriar gifted the house to Oromis in 3E 401. Resents his elder brother as he does not believe Celengon takes being heir seriously.

Celengon, Elmoriar's older brother, is the heir to House Stardust, but he is a staunch bachelor. Oromis was originally groomed to be Celengon's heir before Oromis left to join the Arcane University. Celengon becomes Lord Varlarata in 3E 434 and is later succeeded by his nephew, Amroth, in 4E 98.

Their paternal grandparents, Lord and Lady Varlarata:

Elcaranon was the Lord of House Stardust from c. 3E 100 to 3E 434, at which point he was succeeded by his older son, Celengon. Elglorion was his younger brother. He was a strict and practical person both at home and in court.

Lothmiriel was Lady Stardust from c. 3E 100 to until her death in 3E 407. She was not fond of her daughter-in-law, Morwen, but doted on her grandchildren, particularly Avarenya, who was the only girl.

Their mother's side of the family:

Morwen, their mother, is an only child. She is very ambitious and seeks to elevate her station through her children. After the death of Lady Varlarata, she acts as hostess for her father-in-law.

Arkano, Morwen's father was a commander in the Welkynars in Cloudrest. He came from a long line of Welkynars, but is the first to achieve commander since the early Second Era. His grandson, Rumil, serves under him during the first part of his career.

Filiglan, Morwen's mother, was a sister to a respected vintner. Hér pedigree was clean, if lower than typically acceptable. She encouraged Oromis to follow his dream of joining the Arcane University.

The above are the two lines joined in Oromis, Amroth, Avarenya, and Rumil. Therefore, their name is:

'len Morwen Arkano Filiglan 'ata Elmoriar Elcaranon Lothmiriel cal' Varlarata

Avarenya ran away from Summerset in 3E 426. She was subsequently disowned. She then spent the next seven years bumming out in her brother Oromis's house during which time she tried to compete in the Arena and then joined the Fighters Guild. Then everything changed when the Mythic Dawn attacked.

In 3E 433, Avarenya became the Hero of Kvatch. At some point later in the Oblivion Crisis, she and Martin Septim slept together. They were IN LOVE! Not long after that, Martin destroyed the Amulet of Kings, mantled Akatosh, and defeated Mehrunes Dagon. He then turned into stone, leaving Avarenya knocked up and alone.

Subsequently, Avarenya hid out in Oromis's house. She didn't tell anyone she was having Martin's baby — few people knew she was even pregnant. Avsrenya and Martin's son, Magnus, was born in Evening Star, 3E 434/4E 1.

Concurrently:

Oromis, a member of the Arcane University's Council of Mages, has gone to investigate a mysterious door in Niben Bay. About the time his sister kills Mankar Camoran, Oromis mantles Sheogorath.

Amroth, after Oromis has renounced his rights to the house lordship, is Celengon's heir. With his grandfather Elcaranon's death, Amroth is heir presumptive to the Varlarata title. In the decades leading up to the Oblivion Crisis, Amroth fell in with a fringe group, which would later become the ruling body of Summerset.

Rumil is an active Welkynar. He got serious flytime during the Oblivion Crisis. Rumil is the only one having a good time right now.

Avarenya raises her and Martin's son, Magnus, in Skingrad. Despite being disowned by her parents, it is very important to Avarenya to give Magnus an Altmer name. Unfortunately, she never knew Martin's mother's name (neither did Martin), so she inserted a generic "Unknown Mother" type deal into Magnus's name.

Magnus 'len Avarenya Elmoriar Morwen 'ata Martin Uriel Lenvvahta cal' Septim | Racuvarla

While Magnus is technically a Septim, Avarenya gives him a different last name, one which she adopted for herself after being disowned. She belonged to House Stardust, but now her rights to the Varlarata name have been revoked. In response, Avarenya becomes a Fallen Star:

Varlarata = Stardust; Racuvarla = Fallen Star

Oromis, now Sheogorath, bestows a pair of magic rings to his sister which alter outward appearance. Daedric in origin, the rings are made of madness ore and fire, and confuse any Aetheric based magic that may try to undo the enchantment. While the ring does nothing to Avarenya, it changes Magnus's appearance to make him appear fully Altmer rather than Half-elven.

Avarenya is killed in c. 4E 11. Magnus is afterward a ward of Janus Hassildor. At 23, Magnus leaves Skingrad for High Rock, as the political situations in Summerset and Cyrodiil are increasingly tumultuous. He eventually settles in Wayrest.

Magnus appears Altmer, save for his blue eyes, which he got from his father. To cover these, he wears one of the rings Sheo!Oromis gave Avarenya. He meets Linley, a Priestess of Mara, in 4E 80. It is a long time before he tells her his full name. They marry in 4E 85. When they have the twins in 4E 87, they make the conscious decision to change his (famous) parents' names when naming Marelen and Avrose.

'len Linley Ardil Alpenwe 'ata Magnus Atavahta Avarin cal' Racuvarla

In omitting Martin's name and altering Avarenya's, the twins' connection is much less obvious to anyone taking a cursory glance.

Marelen, the older twin, is magically gifted and enjoys trolling the Thalmor agents that nose around High Rock. She marries a Breton blacksmith named Thoronis Ormand (his father Antoine named Thoronis after the Direnni he worked for) in 4E 133. Their daughter, Maragathe, is born in 4E 137. She is killed in 4E 148 by order of Lord Varlarata, aka Amroth, who is unaware he's taken out a hit on his niece.

Avrose, the younger twin, is less headstrong and actionary than her sister. She marries an Altmer teacher in Wayrest, Vorondon, in 4E 119, and they have a son, Erbane, born in 4E 132. She takes in her niece after the deaths of her sister and brother-in-law in 4E 146 and 4E 148.

Magnus dies in 4E 142 while his grandchildren are still young.

Marelen does not give Maragathe an Altmer name. She and Thoronis are more inclined toward Breton culture. Marelen names her daughter Maragathe Elanor Ormand, leaving only a nod to her High Elven heritage in the form of Maragathe's middle name. In contrast, Avrose does give Erbane an Altmer name.

Erbane 'len Avrose Magnus Linley 'ata Vorondon Hendunar Anorien cal' Bostor

in 4E 148, Maragathe goes to live with her aunt and uncle. Avrose's husband, Vorondon, discovering Maragathe to be a prodigy, trains her in magic. Maragathe's lone handicap is her low magicka regeneration rate, due to her being born under the Atronach. Avrose gifts her with a moonstone diamond ring that boosts her regeneration rate (regenerate magicka 100%}.

In 4E 155, a training accident results in the death of Vorondon. While the accident isn't Maragathe's fault, she subsequently runs away from home. Avrose is devastated by her husband's death and her niece's running away. Linley moves in with her daughter and grandson at this time.

In 4E 156. Maragathe joins the Blades under her middle name, Elanor. When she is sent to Alinor to infiltrate the Aldmeri Dominion in 4E 166, she does so using her mother's ring. Maragathe Elanor appears very Breton, save for her height of 5'11" (180 cm), white gold complexion, and the sharper taper to her ears. With the use of her mother's ring, Elanor appears entirely Altmer. Under the cover name Vilya, she devises an Altmer name based on her uncle, who was respected in Wayrest, and though he was not committed to the Dominion, he wasn't vocally defiant of it either.

Vilya 'len Lomiel Atavahta Lenvahta 'ata Vorondon Hendunar Anorien cal' Bostor

"Lomiel" is a fictitious woman Maragathe Elanor Vilya invented to act as her mother. As her uncle is dead, no one can uncover the validity of her lineage, but it is enough for her to gain a position under Elenwen in Alinor.

This is the last use of the Altmer naming scheme in the Racuvarla line. Erbane marries a Breton woman and names his son in the Breton style. Maragathe Elanor Vilya Leara names her children in the Nordic fashion: Martin Ulfricsson and Kyneiren Ulfricsdóttir.

Although if you're shipping Rosewing, Leara's kids are simply Kendov and Kaandrem respectively.

The Varlarata line is continued through Amroth's children Calmirien and Thorondon:

'len Galadien Cuillas Celithil 'ata Amroth Elmoriar Morwen cal' Varlarata

Rumil has one child, a daughter:

Armirel 'len Lindis Caragon Rohiren 'ata Rumil Elmoriar Morwen cal' Varlarata

Armirel, Calmirien, and Thorondon are Erbane and Leara's first cousins twice removed. As of 4E 201, Thorondon is heir to House Stardust.

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salrikstrongbow · 5 months

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A cave painting dating back to 5000 A10 of Arkanos Earth, Northwest Siropea.

Pictured above appears to be the early modern species fighting some kind of extinct avian creature (troll, goblin, orc) and protecting their village (dwarf, elf, human). This cave painting is essential to understand how the species of Arkanos Earth became co-dependent on one another, rather than competing as individual species. This also appears to have been the purpose of the painting itself, to instruct the place of this particular tribe of prehistoric peoples.

It is theorized that proto-orcs and their ancestors 'kept' proto-humans and their ancestors as 'pets' to tend to prehistoric camps. This was a great advantage as the human species were able to cook and construct their camps and villages while the orc species hunted game and defended territory. Over time the other sentient species that evolved on Arkanos Earth integrated into this system to create more and more successful settlements. Trolls were large as well as able to stand still for hours at a time, goblins could wriggle into tight spaces and scout ahead, elves could aid everyone with rudimentary understanding of magic as well as natural, and dwarves were strong enough to quickly erect/dismantle camps as much as being small enough to reach smaller areas in-camp.

Collectively, the idea that went into becoming unified groups and ethnicities together rather than competing in mono-species groups separately was similar to how wolves were domesticated into dogs - gathering together over time to share resources and abilities in a way that benefited the whole.

*Note: The only species not pictured here are the Giants and Ratfolk. Ratfolk were largely subterranean and did not formally join their sentient kin immediately, often burrowing under or nearby and living off discarded resources from sentient camps. Giants were likely in the same role as their cousins, the orcs and trolls, but were likely feared at first for their immense size. Both species, however, did ultimately join the others and integrate into niches that they could fill.

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kplays · 3 months

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Wow I'm getting rank 2 in Risen King Chrom before Arkanos even considers one

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mystipradis · 2 years

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COME ONE COME ALL! FOR THE FIRST PERFORMANCE OF THE YEAR OF CLAN HoNk!* Flyers were posted across the mortal realms, from mawpots to loonshrines and even upon the crypts of the Soulblight Gravelords. With a human settlement briefly "converted" for the festivities the skaven got to work setting in gnawholes to get the clan together for their big performance. Count Marclav pondered into a scrying pool from his dank crypt mansion tossing the flyer into the water. Undead flame consumed the parchment and as the green smoke cleared the location for his evenings affair revealed itself to be but 2 minutes away by dragon and 15 by foot. A knock at his door disturbed the count, dropping the scrying spell Marclav beckoned a claw at the door opening it magically. Lord Arkanos von Strahl was in their full armor looking at their count with cruel glee in their eyes.

"Did you see the flyer?"

"I did, and I do love dinner with a show"

Without their normal rat ogors to help set up the big top and only the big talent performers coming through the gnawholes first the set up was slow and cumbersome. Before even the ticket booth was set up the undead forces set upon the scrambling rat men, headliner Thanquol falling first to the Count. Shocked by their sudden loss of income Grand Master Moulder Munster undid the chains and restraints from his 3 dancing hellpits upon the packs of wolves and glowering vampires. Bone snapped, blood sprayed and bodies were tossed aside on both sides by massive bulk and claws. Magic was tossed aside as colossal energy was thrown instead, each mage only able to barely hold on as the impact hits shook the ground. By the time the dust settled hardly any HoNk clan menials were left and wolf packs ran through tearing apart signage and carnival booths. Munster locked eyes with Lady Belladamma as she retreated drawing her packs with her, vowing in his tiny vermin heart that he would charge them double for admission next time.

Had an awesome game today testing out a new list and the new gbh. Went against Soulblight Gravelords and was a real swingy nail biter that went to the end of turn 5, lost by only 1 point!

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Arkano, Le33, Segrelles y Nocre se jugarán la Última Plaza para la Final Nacional de Red Bull Batalla

El 28 de julio, la Ciudad de las Artes y las Ciencias de Valencia será testigo de la coronación del nuevo rey del freestyle patrio, título que recaerá en uno de los 16 freestylers que librarán la batalla nacional más decisiva. Tras las regionales celebradas en Granada, Barcelona y Madrid, donde se han clasificado 4 MCs por cada una de ellas, el listado de aspirantes al trono para la Final…

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noxunderground · 6 months

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Tripped and made a hedgehog lad :)

#noxs_art #noxs_ocs #Arkanos the Abyssal Hedgehog #sth #sonic the hedgehog #sonic fanart #sonic oc #I'll share my concept doodles later this week!

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ut2004aesthetics · 5 days

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DM-CBP1-Arkanos

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latent-sense-of-loyalty · 3 months

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Ch. II

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《《 Previous - Next 》》

Aesop was not one to stew in his own thoughts. There were far more better, more productive things to do with his time than get stuck in his head. Yet, the longer he stared at his badge seeing his own eyes staring back, the more he seemed to sink into the inner recesses of his thoughts.

He could not believe any of what he heard was possible, a part of him wanted to just refuse the situation outright. Yet, looking through the eye witness accounts, most of which described the woman he knew to the absolute minute detail, how could he possibly deny it? From the blonde hair which he swore could be silver in the light, from the scar on her right brow, down to the small flecks of green in her blue eyes.

At some point he remembered he had to stop reading, the image of her in his mind tarnishing more and more as he pictured Lenore pointing her wand, staring into the eyes of the wizard as she ended their lives with a flick of her wrist. It was almost too much. But Phineas was right, if anyone could somehow get to her, he was possibly their best option. One thing seemed to not make sense though, about this entire situation.

Nowhere, in any of these reports, did any of them mention the connection to prior classmates and friends. Not one interview, not even a slight mention. The Auror academy she had attended was not even approached for any kind of questioning. All of this was out of the norm forbany investigation he had seen. Aurors were thorough, always made sure to cover all tracks in an investigation and hunt. All he could see though was a warrant issued for her arrest, ordered by the Ministry of Magic itself.

If he was going to start anywhere, it might as well be the last place he knew she would be, and the thought made him tense.

He never planned to go back to the Auror Office. He closed that chapter on his life, but somehow, someway, she had a way of opening those doors again.

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October 7th 1893

"You know, I could easily suspend you for breaking into a clearly locked office." Aesop leant against the frame, seeing Lenore's wide eyes staring back as she held a vial in her hands, clearly not expecting to see him. "You know, if you would have just waited for me to get here, I would have no issue letting you use my own supply." The student rolled her eyes at him, placing the vial on the shelf.

"I was in a rush, sorry. Needed to see if maybe you had some spider fang." Lenore picked up another vial to inspect.

"Oh so breaking in and stealing now, hm?" He could not help but smirk as she continued on her business. "You're not exactly helping your case, Miss Arkanos." He limped towards her, reaching above her head to grab a small wooden box.

Lenore could not help her cheeks flushing as she felt his presence looming over her. She was in the perfect position to have his scent surround her, a mixture of leather, cedar, and cinnamon. In her dizziness, she didn't even notice him placing the box in her hand.

"You know there are such things as owls. Quite well known to deliver a letter quickly." His face was close to her ear, his breath brushing over her skin as he quickly stood straight, limping out of the office and towards his desk. Lenore felt rooted to the floor, trying to gain some kind of composure before he saw her face. Without taking too long, she followed him out of the room, doing her best to keep her face hidden as she got back to the cauldron, adding in a few fangs quickly before stirring.

"Yeah, yeah, I know.." He always had a way of being right, and the chuckle she heard from his desk only proved it so. After a few minutes, Lenore was satisfied with the final product, storing it in the leather bag she had brought with her. Aesop looked from the papers he was marking, his eyes daunting into a glare. If she had that bag with her, he knew exactly what she needed that potion for.

"Lenore, you know how I feel about you going out there to deal with those poachers. You know what happened last time." His voice was hard as he got himself up again, slowly approaching her. "I can't be there to heal you every time a fight ends with a broken arm." Lenore groaned as finally she turned to face him.

"Professor, you know that nobody is doing anything out there! That no Auror is going to care about coming here to stop them! I can handle myself, and you know it," Irritation clearly framed the words, her eyes pleading for him to somehow understand. "I've been doing this for years, you know I'm good." He stopped arms length from Lenore, pulling up a stool to sit across from her, eye to eye.

"You have been in here for bone mending potion, any healing more powerful than a wiggenweld, even just simple bandages, so you don't have to go to the hospital wing. I can't in good conscience let you go without at least saying something. What you're doing is reckless and, frankly, idiotic." He could see his words sinking into her, Lenore refusing to make eye contact as her fingers picked at the loose yarn of her jumper. "I'm only saying this because I care -"

"Why?!" Lenore couldn't stand still anymore, pacing up and down the classroom. "I don't understand, professor, why do you care so much? All the others don't even bat an eye when they see me go, or train, or anything," Her hands dragged on her face as she turned to him. "You're the only one to try to stop me, I just.." he could see something strange pass over her face that compelled him to stand and slowly walk to her again, his hand moving to rest on her shoulder. For a moment, Lenore stared down before meeting his eyes again.

She did not notice until now that his eyes were the most beautiful deep shade of blue. So blue they were almost black. Something about them made her heart skip.

"Deep breath." He waited for her to comply, his voice low and quiet. "Lenore… I know you're capable, and I know what you're doing is good… you're one of the brightest students here. I just can't let you throw yourself into something so dangerous and reckless. " He let out a heavy sigh. Aesop never liked being upset with her, but he couldn't just sit idly by and watch her play with death.

Before Lenore had the time to respond through the lump in her throat, Aesop was limping back to his desk.``I just need a few minutes and I will meet you by the owlery." That made Lenore drop the box in her hand, spider fangs scattering across the stone.

"Wait, what?"

"Oh you thought I was about to let you just go out alone weren't you?" He sheathed his wand inside his coat, grabbing a few different potions.

"I'll be coming with you."

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Aesop felt the fang move between his fingers, his mind as far away as possible. He barely noticed Matilda calling his name as he sat in her office. The look of worry etched into her face already clued him into how she was taking the situation.

"I know this is not how any of us wanted things to turn but… I just never thought she.." She could barely finish her sentence before she got choked up, turning away from Aesop for a moment to quickly compose herself. "I… I have been provided a suitable substitute for your classes during your… leave of absence." Nobody liked this situation, both of them knew that. The only person who at all benefited from this was Negallus, now knowing he didn't need to send more men into the grinder.

"Matilda…" He couldn't even find the words to say, there was nothing that could possibly be said. Instead, the headmistress motioned towards the large fireplace in her chambers. Aesop despised the flu network, found it far too risky to trust completely. But with the situation at hand, he needed to get to the Ministry Headquarters as fast as possible. Begrudgingly, he stepped inside the large stonework opening, grabbing a large portion of Floo powder as he looked back to Matilda Weasley, trying to clear a tear from her eye with a handkerchief. "I'll make sure she is safe… I promise." His voice was soft to the woman, Matilda nodding to him in return.

"The Ministry of Magic." His voice boomed out as the powder fell from his grasp, soon green flames consumed his figure. Aesop could feel his stomach lurch with the travel until suddenly she could feel himself stumbling into the main hall of the Ministry of Magic. Clutching his chest he sputtered out dust as he tried his best to get balanced once more.

As much as he detested being back here, Aesop could not deny the grandeur of the Ministry. From the well-polished marble, to the spectacle that was the fountain before him, it was truly a breathtaking sight to him. But he knew now was not the time to sight-see, as he briskly limped to his destination.

It was all muscle memory for him, having made the commute more times than he could ever remember. It did not take long for him to be in front of the entrance to the British Auror Office, its sigil staring back at him like an old friend. He could feel an old confidence start to take over as he pushed his way into the office.

He remembered as a child growing up the stories of Aurors, how they took down some of the Wizarding world's most well known dark wizards, a force to be reckoned with. Aesop thought of the work and excitement of making sure every O.W.L and N.E.W.T would be at least an E, if not an O. The excitement of being approved into training, only to find out the moment he walked in, the eventual future he would be faced with.

Before him stood a long black wood crescent desk, the sigil for the British Auror Office again gracing his vision, yet it was the view behind the ornate desk that had most people questioning things.

Behind stood rows upon rows of walled cubicles and desks, Aurors of all calibre stationed at each one. Around them were photos and clippings of any and all kinds of dark wizards they were hunting or investigating, the sound of hushed conversation and scribing quills filling his ears like some strange symphony. He could smell the fresh ink and parchment, it oddly soothed him.

Phineas had already let him know prior it was to be the same as before, his old desk and everything. He had given his word that all other Aurors would be off the case, passing all known information to him. It would be on Aesop's word alone if any reinforcements to detain would be needed. All of this felt so wrong to him, to have this kind of control and power over an investigation on a student, no, a friend. None of this felt right to him. There had to be something more.

Sitting at his old desk, all the memories flooded back to him at once, almost suffocating him. He could almost see all of his notes around him, all of the clippings with small annotations he had written in. Aesop could swear he still smelt the same earl grey tea he drank every morning as he looked over notes. But the hardest was knowing, across the desk from him, Emrik would not be there.

Aesop did his best to push the memories out, instead seeing the case files and scrolls in front of him. He had asked himself over and over if he was ready to see what was about to face him, but opening to the first page, his heart dropped to his stomach.

Before his sat the trademark wanted posters used for all fugitives they were seeking, but it was the eyes staring back that made him feel sick. The same eyes he remembered staring into him that first day at Hogwarts, keen and ready to learn, the ones that watched him as he fought alongside her. It may have been monochrome, but he could still imagine those green flecks surrounded by blue. Aesop could only assume they had used the photos they took for their Auror identification. He could see the hopeful excitement in her expression, trying so hard not to smile. He didn't have that strength, but the small grin he gave was one of sorrow. Lenore didn't deserve to have the words most menacing and extremely dangerous beneath her.

Again, Aesop did his best to push it all down, knowing that the current task at hand was to see if he could find any kind of lead to go off other than the last location of the attacks. He soon noticed that there was shockingly little information gathered. The only piece of information worth noting was the records provided for her time at the academy. Quickly flicking through, it had noted she was an extremely bright student who was eager to learn, excelling immediately when it came to potions and combat, no doubt from Aesop's help. Yet a few things caught his eye.

From the looks of it, Lenore seemed to have a hard time grasping at anything related to stealth, the records noting that she preferred a much more bombastic approach. It looked as if she was not able to focus on any kind of concealing charm, being found in any scenario with ease. Yet when it came to combat, she was a lethal force to be reckoned with. He also noted her distaste for anything in regards to transfiguration, yet was quite apt with tracking. Flipping the next page, however, Aesop was greeted with red ink, classified scrawled on the page. As he continued, he noticed a report of immediate discharge from the program and a request for investigation. Scouring the report, Aesop dropped the page as if it burnt him, disbelief in his eyes.

It had been halfway through training, and the instructor had already noticed that something didn't seem right with her, mentioning how "Miss Arkanos seemed to be dealing with some kind of head pain, wincing every so often.'

Drills had started as they had been focusing on combat, Lenore paired with another student by the name of Justinian Renier. It had also been noted that the two of them argued quite often, Renier often being the instigator of most quarrels.

As the two fought, the instructor noticed something in their fighting, how it seemingly changed from practice, to an all-out battle before their very eyes. Other students did their best to try and stop, but with how fast the battle had been escalating, people were retreating to the sides of the room for safety. It was not until Renier seemed to raise his wand, the report noting some deranged expression, when the feeling of the room changed. The Instructor had begun to notice everything stop, a blue glow emanating from Lenore's wand. As she pointed it to Renier, with no incantation uttered, they all witnessed him begin to glow a purple hue from his eyes and mouth, before exploding before their very eyes, his body nothing but mere ash. He noted how Lenore almost seemed dazed, and before anyone could stop her, ran out of the room.

For a minute, Aesop just sat there, unmoving, staring at the report, hoping that maybe it wasn't real, some false image. But it remained, the ink not disappearing, and he quickly knew that Phineas had told the truth. He had seen her do that exact thing before, fighting alongside Eleazar. It was no mere spell. It was the Ancient Magic, the same magic she told Aesop she contained. Lenore had lied to him the whole time, hiding it in plain sight. For those two years, she continued learning. She never once had brought it out again.

'So… why now?'

It was the first note he had written, pinning it with the report as soon enough, the cubicle was looking its old self once more. His sprawling of questions and theories intermingled with her descriptions during some of the attacks, mentioning how it was the same blue magic as before. The first obvious conclusion was that she had not used any unforgivable curses, labeling this as only ancient magic alone. That was enough to help her with some kind of trial in the future.

Yet what was concerning to him, as he had noticed when Phineas had first mentioned this, was the lack of any kind of questioning.

Aesop quickly flicked through the paperwork and scrolls until he had found one noting any prior connections, affiliates, or potential accomplices. He could see students' names written below, the same that she had been friends with and studied alongside for three years. Yet as he read through, something didn't make sense.

Natsai Onai (Former Gryffindor, fellow classmate) - no memory or affiliation

Poppy Sweeting (Former Hufflepuff, fellow classmate) - no memory or affiliation

Amit Thakkar (Former Ravenclaw, fellow classmate) - no memory or affiliation)

Sebastian Sallow (Former Slytherin, fellow classmate) -no memory or affiliation

Ominis Gaunt (Former Slytherin, fellow classmate) -no memory or affiliation

The list went on down the many students Aesop saw her be around themselves. He remembered Amit helping Lenore with her potions, Natsai always wanting to practice charms. The most shocking to him was Ominis, recalling that after her fifth year, the two had become inseparable friends, Lenore even visiting him at the Gaunt estate during the summertime. None of this was making sense. Not one piece added up to him.

Only one thing was certain for now, and as he looked into the monochrome eyes of Lenore's blinking picture, he repeated it over and over.

'I know you, the real version of you. And I will find you again.'

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