Medieval fantasy : HiroxMysteriousD : Autocratic romance

[Hiro_]

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The Old Ways
Mage x Knight



. The Wizard .
~ Diego ~



. The Knight .
~ Nomi Elezabeth ~



. Ordered to kill the court Magician she is charged with a decision as she finds herself on the winding steps of his tower. Honor the Royals wish or selfishly save her own neck. .
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[MysteriousD]

Over in the continent of Aeropia, the various kingdoms and lands has been struggling for dominance since the fall of the almighty Qrow Empire of centuries ago with various domains trying to emulate its success. Beyond the military might and economic hegemony, one of the pillars of power was the powerful Qrowean Luximus Church, worshipping the Lux Trinity. The powerful three-faced monothestic god was the prime form of worship, being the almighty father to their children, humanity, and the Church their instrument. In reality, The Church just used their power and influence to enforce their way on the world, which included Crusades against heretics and unknown faiths. This also extended to magicians and certain mystics, as their cosmic understanding and studies underminded the scripture and more importantly to the Partricarch, the powr of the Luximus Church.

As such, the Great Powers of Aeropia were influenced to go send knights to find the wwizards and mystics, especially as the so-called unnatural magical creatures hid further into the shadows.

One was none other than Diego the Bright. The son of a merchant, his hunger for knowledge and keen knowledge, he would become a powerful scholar and then go dabble into the occult. Unlike most secretative sorcerers, he was a little bolder with his magicks and thus was open with what he could do. Unsurprisingly, he would be deemed a priority for the Church to deal with, as if they did nto stop him now, he could gather followers and topple the establishment.

 

[Hiro_]

Saybir, a country in Aeropia had been recently conquered by the people of the land of Izor. A land whose faith was as fearful as its military might. These days it seemed countries were falling at a pace that was only increasing as the months passed. Saybir being conquered meant an end to a land in which magical creatures and magical beings could flourish. One by one they were betrayed by wealthy, human, landowners. The throne stayed true throughout the chaos and ultimately that was their downfall. Human and wielding no magical power with limited allies of magic they were defeated. The last of the surviving royals in Saybir were to be hung in the main town square including the court Magician that the Qrowean Church so deviously sought out. Those of their knights loyal were to have their throat slit on sight and family line finished.

The church's crusade against Magic had grown exponentially violent, having conquered Saybir with a body count and streets of cobbled stone running red with the blood of those slain during combat.

Breath in.



Breath out.



Breath in.

The clanking of metal.

Hooves thundering against stone.

One breath let out as the sound came back crashing. The whole thing a mess of noise sure to give anyone a temporary headache.

Trying to think in the medley of chaos was hard indeed, but somehow she managed, her hands lifting to block a killing blow. She had been trained in the arts of the sword since birth granting her that natural reflex. During the chaos, though it was only natural shed disguise herself further as a knight of honor. Men of thine enemy were not treated too kindly, the women unkindlier still for they could not escape with their minds intact in where death was better than subjugation and violation but no sweet bliss would ever come.

Perhaps she’d die soon.

Just not here, her sword gliding through the air to slice at the enemy’s open chest, the sword cutting a trail behind it killing the foe dead in his tracks. With a slight kick of her booted foot he slumped backwards falling to the ground and her sword was wiped clean upon her pants thigh.

What a hassle this was going to be.

Standing tall she stood straight, unlike her kindly but short mother, she was a decent 5’ 8” making her tall enough to not seem suspicious. Though her hair in braids she figured to placed a silver helm upon her head to hide her delicate but androgynous and dirty features. After she took some time to ransack her kill, she took the slain man’s banner and with it his gold and title.

She knew this would not last for long and she would need to find a new way out of the city, what she never expected was what came next.

“You there!”

Back stiff, eyes wide, she slowly sheathed her sword and lifted her hands slowly as if caught nearly forgetting this was no longer her enemy but ally. She was sure there was probably a suspicious look towards her way as her hands slid to her head and she turned around with a swiftness and a yes sir! But if there had been it was quickly erased and her “leader” barked out an order pointing towards a specific tower.

“You are to retrieve the Magician and bring him to the court square. He is to be hanged for his crimes against the church.”

Bowing her head slightly she replied in the affirmative and then hurried along the path leading to such a person. Surely if he was a magician he would be gone by now. No man was that stupid to stick around till the end. Right?

Armoured feet clang against the cobbled stone, the sound being her only comfort as she could do without the distant screams and cries of peasant and noblemen alike. Perhaps this was her time to run away get away from it all, but, her thoughts lingered on the royals that dedicated their entire lives to the cause. She had honor, and she fought for the royal family of Saybir but.

She shook her head lightly unsheathing her sword, tapping it lightly against the stone of the tower. The stairs were steep and seemed harrowing. She began up with caution, her movements of those trained to expect combat around any corner. When reaching the top she stood in front of the only entrance and stared at the door. If the Magician was still here what was she to do. She had to think of a plan and think of one quick, especially since she brought herself here instead of escaping. Something told her to.

With a deep inhale and exhale to the diaphragm she straightened herself slightly, leaning the banner she had still been holding against the side of the door she leaned against it. Checking that it was open, she found it was not and so she decided to do the next best thing in these situations.... Break the door down. What a hassle for someone she had never met. Taking her sword she wedged the tip between the handle and the stone frame. With a swift kick to the swords flat side she busted the handle opening the door her way.

Surely she was going to get killed.

Kicking the door the rest of the way open she moved her way inside taking in the view as her eyes adjusted to the shadows of the room.

"I am here for the Magician." Her voice was stern but light. She was not sure she would be able to convince the Magi that she was actually there to help, her entrance definately would not help her any.

 

[MysteriousD]

The stone tower was quiet. While it was technically within the town boundaries, it was lost within the deep part of the woods. Inside, it was a large sturcture with stairs, filled with all sorts of bookcases and equipment such as a telescope, astrolabe, a laboratory of alchemy and so much more. It would be the set up that many academics would give up their careers for, to see an exquisite room filled with wonderous tools for study. However, there also barious sigils, crystals, a small garden of herbs and mushrooms and likely more components that reeked of the arcane. And over at the desk writing stood Diego the Bright, well, how it was translated in the tongue here.

He had been working on this scripture for a while now. However, he then sighed when he heard the sounds of war coming out.

It was yet another Crusade.

Oh why could he not work in peace?

Fortunateluy, no ink was spilled this time and so he continued to write though he would then see a raven fly at the window and caw at him. That meant an intruder. "Bother," he noted before getting up. He was an average-looking man, though the tan skin indicated he was likely from the warmer climates that was the coast of the Middle Sea. He possessed brown eyes and black hair and while the tan skin was mildly notable, at least in this part of the continent anyway, notable was the glasses on him. A pair of glass held by a frame to help correct vision. It was made by a mystic who was canonized as a saint since his contibution meant he couldn't be killed.

Diego adjusted the bifocals before he hard someone coming in. He signed in annoyance as he adjusted his cloak and hood before his staff came flying to his hand.

"What do you want?" Diego asked her, looking not all concerned and more annoyed than anything else as he came to face to face with a knight. "What do you want?" Diego said as he crossed his arms in defiance to the knight in front of him. Diego was the type to stand his ground and defend himself.

 

[Hiro_]

For a moment she stood there in awe about the magic he had worked before her eyes. She had never seen magic before and only imagined what life with it would be like. A childish fancy, really, one that she quickly shook from her head the notion of. She calmed her self and lowered her blade in one hand; letting the remaining hand fall to her side. Grabbing the cool exterior of her sheath her grip tight with knuckles turned white beneath gloves she huffed a breath and then spoke in a rather fast but clear manner. "I am ally not enemy." A brief pause and then, "Grab your things swift and follow me. They have sent for your head and we have limited time to escape magi." She let her hand turn the sheath vertical in the space between them revealing that it bore the crest of the royals and that she was a Knight of honor.

During the exchange she did take time to note his somewhat unusual and exotic appearance. She her self had imagined a man perhaps in his late age hunched and almost withered. Funny how different we can imagine someone when we leave are imaginations to roam. She also noted his annoyed posture and chose to apologize as well. "I am sorry for your door but we must hurry." She moved forward looking around with her eyes for items what might be vital for his magics.

 

[MysteriousD]

Diego saw the knight go and cross their arms before noticed the change in their stance, trying to look calm. He was pretty suspicious of what was going on. Diction... word choice.. everything about them screamed stiff and uncomfortable and when the knight moved their hand, it revealed the crest of the Royals. Yeah, it was a trap. He was no fool after all. Hw sighed before he went inside. He decided to humor the knight momentarily to begin packing everything. Granted, he kept most of everything contained in one room given his nomadic lufestyle.

Of course, before long, he was able to command and have everything return. He practiced so many times it was second nature. His domain, that he spent hours preparing, meant he could seal all of his stuff away and within minutes, he was ready to move.

With him stepping out in his robes and a sack and his staff, he seemed to step out. He took a few steps before he raised his staff and with a flick, the kight would lose all strength before he pinned the knight to the wall with the crook.

His staff resembled a shepard's crook though the wood was pollished and rich. The bottom possessed a golden cap on it while the actual crook was covered in a gold-like metal with some carvings and even a few jewels in them.

"All right, Knight of Honor. Let us see who you are," Diego said as hse invoked divination to find out... and was surprised. "You're a female knight?" he asked, surprised and imrpessed.

 

[Hiro_]

Whatever he seemed to think about her she knew was dead wrong and in the pit of her gut she felt that he would think this a trap. After all, enemy garb and a royals crest. Even she was not that naive What she didn't expect, however; was her body to be lifted off the ground her legs kicking beneath her, her knuckles turned white beneath gloves and she held fast to the sword resisting the urge to drop it on sheer will power and defiance.

Being flung was not as bad as expected, it was the impact that mattered. The air forced from her lungs by invisible force as she hit the wall behind her. Clearly he was using his magicks on her and she did not like it one bit. Her face contorting beneath her mask in a look that could kill if she only had magics too. She heaved a breath inward, catching herself, for the moment for she had nothing of relevance to add except her spite.

" All right, Knight of Honor. Let us see who you are,"

This was taking time, time they did not have, not only was she to be discovered but it was only a matter of minutes before the true enemy would corner them. A rush through her system, adrenaline easing into every pore she struggled. "We have not time for this Magician, We must leave now or your head will be theirs." Her words were bitten through her struggle her knees bending and her feet using the wall as leverage, pushing off to break the unseen bindings.

"You're a female knight?"

Fuck.

For a moment she let her eyes settle on his form and she stopped her struggle, if only for seconds to respond to him in kind. "And you are male. Forgive the formalities, can we be off?" She mocked struggled as if to emphasis her words, her booted feet pressing against the wall once more as she tried to dead lift her way out. She was strong but probably not strong enough to defeat his magics, she was young but not so much so that she did not carry with her experience and one of those was that everything and everyone has a weakness to it. Just a matter of finding it.