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In my blood...
[everything happened so quickly and so slowly, everything that happened is nothing but a haze in Dohalim’s mind. he isn’t sure what had transpired, all he can think about are the dredged up memories he’d spent so long suppressing, tamped down and never to be brought to light ever again. the despair had overtaken him, distant screams and thoughts of death clouding his thoughts as gleaming, liquid silver splashed into view. all he knew after that was unadulterated rage, wanting nothing more than to banish those with him, and to punish those who were responsible.
trails of blood and carnage followed Dohalim to the palace as he tore through any Renan in his path. they could no longer be trusted. the ideals of coexistence is now nothing but a burned up dream; he now sees their true colours. the Dahnans were not the ones at fault here, he could not blame them. but those who got in his way are pulled away by summoned vines as he continues his warpath.
blood splatters the pristine walls of Autelina Palace, an angry contrast to the calming whites, golds, blues and greens, crimson liquid staining the fresh plants and flowers lined up along the walls. countless times had he been met with Renan resistance, clearly those who are dissidents of his rule. they did not stand for very long. the audacity they had to stand up against a lord like him…
vines rip the doors open to his chambers where Kelzelik and his supporters huddle together, eyes widened to see Dohalim stand before them, rod in hand. words are not exchanged as those same vines wrap themselves around those who’d dare to oppose him, their pleas falling on deaf ears as they slowly squeeze the lives out of them. all, except Kelzelik, one of those who Dohalim had trusted the most. one who seemed to follow his every order, his every suggestion, his every dream for this realm. the blood on Dohalim’s hands are also on his former advisor’s, as he gestures to the men struggling around them]
You did this.
[Dohalim’s voice sounds strange even to him, hoarse and pained. maddened eyes stay on the man, standing unflinching as thorns burst from the vines and through those it’s ensnared. crimson blooms of roses blend with the blood as it drips from the petals as he puts to rest those who had tried to seize his realm.
when Dohalim is finally found, he’s still in his chambers, on his knees, arms wrapped tightly around himself as hands grasp onto his shoulders, his breathing is ragged and erratic]
trails of blood and carnage followed Dohalim to the palace as he tore through any Renan in his path. they could no longer be trusted. the ideals of coexistence is now nothing but a burned up dream; he now sees their true colours. the Dahnans were not the ones at fault here, he could not blame them. but those who got in his way are pulled away by summoned vines as he continues his warpath.
blood splatters the pristine walls of Autelina Palace, an angry contrast to the calming whites, golds, blues and greens, crimson liquid staining the fresh plants and flowers lined up along the walls. countless times had he been met with Renan resistance, clearly those who are dissidents of his rule. they did not stand for very long. the audacity they had to stand up against a lord like him…
vines rip the doors open to his chambers where Kelzelik and his supporters huddle together, eyes widened to see Dohalim stand before them, rod in hand. words are not exchanged as those same vines wrap themselves around those who’d dare to oppose him, their pleas falling on deaf ears as they slowly squeeze the lives out of them. all, except Kelzelik, one of those who Dohalim had trusted the most. one who seemed to follow his every order, his every suggestion, his every dream for this realm. the blood on Dohalim’s hands are also on his former advisor’s, as he gestures to the men struggling around them]
You did this.
[Dohalim’s voice sounds strange even to him, hoarse and pained. maddened eyes stay on the man, standing unflinching as thorns burst from the vines and through those it’s ensnared. crimson blooms of roses blend with the blood as it drips from the petals as he puts to rest those who had tried to seize his realm.
when Dohalim is finally found, he’s still in his chambers, on his knees, arms wrapped tightly around himself as hands grasp onto his shoulders, his breathing is ragged and erratic]
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[Dohalim looks between Rukkhadevata and Zhongli; it isn't to say that he suspects that they're hiding a deeper truth behind everything, but he is curious about the unspoken words between them. is the knowledge of the mages that much of a secret that they're hesitant to tell even him? he supposes, for their safety, even though he wouldn't actively go out and try to find and harm them, it might be for the best. but still, it won't exactly stop him from gently prodding the topic]
You said you were able to hide some of them away... Have they since then...
[Rukkhadevata's shoulders drop slightly, a small frown on her face. "Ah... Aside from the few watchers I have, it is as Rex Lapis says. There are no known mages in Menancia. I've tried to feel them out, but what with our waning powers and Dahna's astral energy shifting so drastically over the centuries, it's hard to say for sure whether they've died out completely or not."
she wishes that she could tell Dohalim the truth. she doesn't like lying to him, but... he's in no state to learn of it just yet. not when he's so unstable.
Dohalim sits up slightly, a sort of ambitious look in his eyes]
For those who you still have close to you, would you be able to send them with a message to the areas that could potentially have them? I want to offer a refuge of sorts.
["Dohalim... I'm not entirely sure that's possible..."]
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[Zhongli closes his eyes for a moment, considering his words. There's no sense in getting his hopes up unnecessarily, but... it's not unreasonable...]
... it would probably be more effective to just keep an ear out, ultimately. As you know, the land outside of Menancia is effectively out of our purview - if any mages still exist in the other countries, the chance that our names have persisted is practically nil. It would be a... terribly delicate circumstance, if they believed the idea of refuge at all.
[It would take a great deal of effort, he suspects, to unravel the hurt done to Dahnan mages by Dahnans and Renans alike. They would have to meet Dohalim and decide he was trustworthy on their own... and having someone around who often looks like a humanoid zeugle would probably not help matters.]
If you are determined, we could form an agency for gathering information outside of Menancia, and comb through what we find for potential little oddities. Of course, this does hinge on the other Lords keeping their domains open to travel.
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[lifting a hand up, Dohalim rubs his forehead, feeling a dull throb behind his eyes. is that Umbra? or is it his own exhaustion finally catching up to him? he sighs softly]
If it's already hard enough for the Dahnans to escape the realms, how could we hope for the possibility of reaching those mages? There has to be another way...
[Rukkhadevata ponders on that for a moment, her eyes trailing to the plants lined in Dohalim's room. of course... if it were to work, the messages she could receive won't be as clear as listening to her plants within the realm, but all plant life is connected somehow. she just has to wonder if she has enough power to do so without having to siphon off of Dohalim.
"All plant life is connected in the world. I may be able to gather some information that way. If I hear anything, we can plan out and dispatch a small number to them. Of course, Elde Menancia's borders between Mahag Saar and Cyslodia are open that it will be easier to send a small group out, but Calaglia and Ganath Haros may be a little trickier."
the goddess leans over to pat Dohalim's leg gently as she offers a small smile. "This is also something we can think about when we've all had a bit of rest. I think we've had enough excitement for one afternoon, don't you think?"]
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[Zhongli nestles Dohalim against himself a little more then, reaching to brush fingers through his hair.]
Worry not, we will do all in our power to see your hopes to fruition. It is, after all, what we both hope for.
[to see his ambitions through and his hopes made manifest... yes, that is a wonderful goal, and one that they can hopefully manage. even if it's difficult, they're still Gods, they still have some power.]