RP:Crown... Blue... Blonde...

From HollowWiki

Part of the Vakmatharas' Jar Arc


This is a Bard's Guild RP.


Summary: Brennia comes across a slightly familiar face, but it doesn't seem friendly and in fact the guy seemed a little unhinged. Come to find out it's Leoxander and he sends Brennia on a quest to find Eleanor

Elegant Bridge

A large, wild and gushing river separates the lands of Larket and Kelay-Sage but luckily a long and elegant bridge formed of sweeping arches crafted carefully of brick and stone links the two lands together. On the north side are a pair of Larket Knights in armor and on the southern a pair of Elven Rangers, neither side appear to be bothered by the other but it would appear recent events have led to the stone bridge now being guarded round the clock. The southern side of the bridge is bright with verdant growth; the beginnings of Sage Forest. On the northern side, however, is a bustling city of stone.



Leoxander thought that he had a passenger. Such wasn't the case as a creature came crawling onto the bridge. Half humanoid, struggling to stay on two legs, he had thick hair on his arms, his jawline, and a distinct underbite with a glow to what should be blue eyes. He was stumbling, searching, clutching the side of the bridge to stare toward what little water streamed beneath, leaning over so precariously that he might topple into that shallow bend at any second. Ears typically cuffed and rounded as human were gaining points, tufts of fur, and he was panting weakly as he collapsed to his knees, then his hands, confused to how he had gotten that far. Corner teeth were getting sharper, longer. Ears were extending longer, and whatever he wore was getting a little tighter on his frame by the second.


Brennia landed near the creature and the sounds of panting reached those elongated pointed ears until liberty blue hues settled on the sight. What is this? Cautiously, soft leather boots approach the seemingly wounded animal and in doing so was drawing the creature’s favorite scent with her upon that avian trait. All the while she was humming a spell inaudible to the human ear, it was meant to calm and relax those around her - it seems even the crickets stopped chirping nearby. As she gets closer she slips off one of the gloves she wears in order to extend her hand palm side toward him and a slight bow to her head. Honestly she’s not sure what she’s doing, but she’s calmed beasts of this stature before with her old and long gone owner, Alariek, and her current friend, Alan. It’s a stance of peace and without fear, she just needs to get closer in order to help the man/lycan.


Leoxander turned his head sharply toward the reach, an instinctive snarl starting on his still human, unshaven features. His eyes, which typically resonated blue, glowed a gold and rusted green in the light. But he recognized this woman, this winged, tattooed woman who had helped him a time or two before, and he clutched the side of the bridge for a foundation. "You... why...?" He managed to pant out those words, delirious for the Rynvale curse that had him so dehydrated that he was losing his mind. Courtesy of the Jar. He turned and shifted again, back into a more normal 'human' state, though his eyes remained wild, pupils breaking into starburst pattern to suggest the wolf was near to breaking through. "Brennia...?" He recognized the healer, but not so well that he felt comfort and hope. He was still clutching to the bridge. "What the hell is going on?"


Brennia furrowed her brow at uncertainty in his question, “I do not have that answer, Leoxander. Let’s figure it out, okay?” Being no traditional healer and a bit exhausted of late she mentally shifts through her own mind in search for a bardic spell to help him, but there is no fear in that sultry alto timbre and her steps come closer. She makes steady work of keeping with the calming magic woven into a low living note, “why don’t you keep talking to me Leoxander and tell me… What is it that ails you?” She remembers having to do this before, keep the calm, keep them focused and keep their name on your tongue.


Leoxander puts his hand to his head. "Take me to the healers... please. I can't... we can't survive..." He was clearly going out of his mind, but the pale skin, the chapped lips, the dry mouth and the lethargic actions might suggest he was clearly dehydrated. "I don't... know where she went..." He mentioned that on an afterthought, before he crumbled to his knees, and if she did not catch him, he might right then fall onto his face.


Brennia quickly studies his condition and did catch him with a change in her tune. One of rejuvenation and something that at least will give him enough strength to get back on his feet, but this was when she glanced down at the water below the bridge and hatched an idea. She attempts to swing his arm over her shoulder and support him if he will let her and easily leapt over the barrier of the bridge until they glided down to where they are ankle deep into the water, “who is she, Leoxander?” She wanted to make sure anyone he was with would be looked for and helped as well. It would be now that she sets the man down with his back in the low level of the cool refreshing water while humming a mysterious tune. A finger dipped in the water traced symbols gently on his forehead and she runs the water through his hair as well while she was leaned down in the water with him. “I apologize,” she had taken her obsidian sai dagger from the fold of her wings and continued calming him when she pricked the inside of his forearm to make a small hole. This arm, she laid flat on the water and with the frequency of her song she draws the water up and into his blood.


Leoxander didn't know what was happening, but he leaned on Brennia with trust. Breathing, just... breathing. "Eleanor..." He answered solemnly, hoping inwardly that she was okay, but he had since lost his mind to dehydration. He laid willingly into that water and turned his head almost as though to drunk, before she spoke her apologies and pierced into his arm. Leo only winced, blood perhaps flowing out of that wound even as she wrapped him up in black feathers. "Bloody... hell..." But then... water, into blood, into his body, into his system. For the first time in weeks. "Bre-..." He couldn't even finish her name as he felt the hydration course his veins like saline. For the first time, he felt strong."What is going on...?" He spoke weakly even as his body started to recover, and he looked human again.


Brennia gently placed a hand on his shoulder while she continued to focus those blue eyes on the water to keep it flowing. With her free hand she placed one finger over her plump lips still humming and trilling in a queue for him to just relax a moment. If he allowed such she shifted the arm that was on his shoulder to feel his forehead with the back of her fingers. At this sight be might see how Brennia’s face was broken out in hives, but every inch of her seemed to be covered in something other than her face and hands. With the back of her hand so close to his vision he might see old-ish scars where boils used to be and at this maybe he would piece together that she too is suffering. After a long moment she let the second pair of vocal chords continue her work while she asks, “Eleanor? Where did you last see this Eleanor?” Blue eyes connect with his own, “you were dehydrated, when did this start if you can remember?”


Leoxander ran hot. Lycanthrope heat. Her hand on his forehead would be like putting it on cooled down metal, in comparison. His shoulder wasn't much cooler. But finally, through her effort, he had some hydration, which was something the curse had not allowed for weeks. He was only able then to lift his eyes, which were typically blue, but becoming a bit mismatched again as one was more bloodshot than the other, and staining red into his left iris. "I thought I carried her here. But... I think I lost her. I.... I lost her." That was an affirmative. He had abandoned everything in desperation for help. "And I don't think I belong there." He said, unexpectedly, for a rogue who had tried everything to not commit to others. Now, he wasn't sure which direction he faced, or where to go. "Brennia... I don't even know where to go."


Brennia ripped a small bit of the end of the sleeve to her turtleneck shirt, unlike the avain to dress so… conservative. She slipped it on the small hole she made in his arm to keep gentle pressure on it until it clots, “you are between Larket and the northern Sage forest. I need you to find your way to the healer’s guild so they can keep you hydrated and…” She points the direction towards Larket, “you might not like their method, but you need it.” It involves a hose were hose don't ‘go’s. “Where did you travel from? I will retrace your steps and find her to bring her to you… I will bring her back to you. How long have you felt dehydrated?” She tries her question once more.

Leoxander looked over at Brennia as she gave him those instructions. He nodded, in compliance. It wasn't particularly safe for him to be hoarded up in Larket, but he had no choice, at this point. "You're gonna be there, right?" He was finally hydrated enough to walk, to stand on his own, but still very much out of it. "Cenril..." He lied, then admitted. "Rynvale. Something's up." He had enough mental capacity to recognize that. "Which way do I go?"


Brennia wonders where he means and assumes the healer’s in Larket, but this is even more peculiar and she just chalks it up to him not thinking clearly, “um... yes.” She needs to get to finding Eleanor and fast before the sun comes up and now her clothes were all wet, but she needs to know who to look for because there might be many women passed out in Cenril. “I’ll fly you and on the way you can describe Eleanor to me,” she would extend her hand, “it’s not too far from here, but I don’t want to waste any time Eleanor may not be able to afford.” Her expression was serious because he would have to fly even if he might not like it, but she would walk him into the town and point him in the right direction if he’s adamant about not flying.


Leoxander furrowed his brow as he struggled to remember. Eleanor. Yes, she was important. A sigh came with a breath of a growl as he took her hand looking toward her wings. "You know her. Blue dress, gold hair. She should be somewhere around here but... I... I think I lost control. Something's wrong with us. We can't..." He faded, out of breath, and if settled , he might start passing out against her. "We can't...-..." He faded out there, like a drunk, but there wasn't any rum or whiskey on his breath, nor a scent of sweat. Leoxander was rather pale.


Brennia slips her arms under the man's arms and around his chest securely before her large wings gave a few brilliant beats which force them up into the cool night air. It would not take her long to get to Ara, but once she lands with him she shifts for his arm to drape over her shoulders and support him that way. You know, instead of carrying him in like some dame. Once she gets him checked in and tells the healers what he needs she leaves immediately to find Eleanor. Blue dress, gold hair, Eleanor. Blue dress, gold hair, Eleanor.


Leoxander fell into the rhythm, too disoriented to argue as he was carried to a safe place. But he kept repeating words. "Crown... blue... blonde..." In time he was too dry mouthed to speak at all, and when those healers got him, they would find him severely dehydrated, to a point no water seemed to help and he seemed to be agitated further into a fit. But that was for those healers to tend to, and report to Brennia when and if she returned.