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Edelgard von Hresvelg ([personal profile] unyieldingmarch) wrote in [community profile] middaeg2020-04-13 05:31 pm

[Closed] When you can no longer run...

Who: Edelgard von Hresvelg & Various
When: April 2020
Where: The Mirror House
What: Memory Share.
Warnings: Warnings for the following: Violence, language, blood, death, warfare, religious/anti-religious themes, human experimentation, mental health, insanity, and body horror.


Some OOC Notes:
This is going to be a closed catch-all for Edelgard's memory share threads. I will be posting individual starters in the comments, so please assume that all CWs that apply for this log apply to each thread.

I apologize for those that missed my initial plotting post at the beginning of the month, but I've got a lot of threads planned and won't be able to take on more memory shares at this time. Thank you for your understanding, I'll make sure to hit more people next month!


Edelgard's Mirror, The Beginning:

The mirror, Edelgard's Mirror, is an ornate affair. The kind of thing that one would expect to find associated with someone who's influence has shaped a continent's future, for better or for worse. It has an eagle motif worked around the edges, though with considerably more going on. Wings ringed with golden, thorny vines and topped with roses made seemingly out of ruby, the wood has a more bony appearance, as though it'd been carved out of the remains of some great beast. The mirror at the center calls, and pulls the viewer inside...

prayerwheel: (♪ somebody's gotta lose)

[personal profile] prayerwheel 2020-04-27 08:46 am (UTC)(link)
[ The Queen grips little Azura tighter, holds her as close as she can, maneuvering her staff in front of the both of them for all the good it will do. ]

I HAVE BEEN FORGOTTEN, I HAVE BEEN LEFT TO DIE, I HAVE BEEN BURIED IN THE DARK, DESPITE THE GIFTS I HAVE GIVEN YOU. YOU CANNOT EVEN BARE YOUR FANGS AT ME.

[ The dragon rears its head up, and just as it does, Queen Arete swings her staff. ]

HUMANS OF VALLA, YOUR REIGN ENDS NOW.

[ Whatever attack he was about to make doesn't connect. The light on top of the staff is bright, brighter than it should be, blinding, until the room is covered in a white glow. Even above the battle crescendo, a shifting sound can be heard. It's not unlike the sound of a spell being fired off, but softer.

(Away from this memory, Azura reaches out for a hand, or an arm, even a shoulder. The sudden effect is dizzying, even if she expected it.)

The light goes dark, relocating to some place with a dusty, earthen smell permeating everything. There's a dull thud of something hitting the ground, and someone groans. ]