(For Lance he has. He’s been serving the Haillenarte family for years now. Ever since he was old enough to take a position in the field. He first served Lord Chlodebaimt de Haillenarte at the Steel Vigil. So he was there when it fell to Nidhogg’s horde. He still feels bad about the fact that the young Haillenarte lord sacrificed himself to try and save some of the knights from a doomed fight. He had come to care about Chlodebaimt in the short time serving under him. He had been a good commander. Giving Lance his reason to keep being a knight and his sense honor.)
(None of the other kids have really been on a battlefield or they have and haven’t lost anyone. Thanks @delicatelygloriouspenguin )
“Well if we’re talking about fist fights then I guess you could say Ilan and Ulan. Fighting them is always a good time. If we’re talking about fights were no one is going to die but still get good and bloody, then Anata hands down. We beat each other bloody but I can always expect a good challenge. But I don’t think you mean something like the Gin Mill fights or my spars with Anata. If we’re talking life or death matches… Lancefer.”
(Lance and Alex used to fight in bar brawls back to back. Then Lance went to kill him for entirely good reasons, leaving the scar on Alex’s face. He does care about his old friend and is still attached to him. Nearly getting himself killed twice for Lance.)
“I don’t… Particularly like Nathaniel but… He is a good opponent to fight. Raiden on the other hand I do like and he is a challenge worthy of facing. It gives me something to strive for. Someone worth trying to defeat.”
The skies looked overcast, a promise of snow. Not that it was anything different for Coerthas.
The wyvern was likely a remanent of Nidhogg’s horde. The shift had been light on knights for duty tonight. After all things had been quiet since the end of the dragonsong war. Of course Lance just had to be the lucky one to be on duty when someone called out a warning about the presence of a wyvern.
Lance wasn’t one to back down from a wyvern. No matter the scars still left from the Steel Vigil. He swallowed that pain and went forth to meet the foe outside of Skyfire. He was a knight of Ishgard and would not stand by while a wyvern attacked.
Sword and shield drawn and ready to face down the threat as he approached. Rolling to avoid the clawed talons that came at it. Turning to find someone else had run into the fight as well. The armor wasn’t exactly the first thing he could place to one of the Houses. Definitely not while in battle. The sword had met the incoming jaws that had been going for Lance while he was moving to his feet. It was looking at the man’s face that Lance realized he knew this armored man.
“Tsirae! Left!” Lance called out, hoping for the knight to shift left. Giving Lance the opening to lunge with his sword towards the wyvern’s exposed belly. Between the two of them the wyvern wouldn’t stand a chance. They might not work together with serving different houses but there was a certain amount of understanding between knights usually. Especially knights from Ishgard. It helped that Lance trusted Tsirae.
Okay… Now he was confused. Still paranoid but now confused. What did a bunch of random arranged sticks have to do with the rest of the items. Making a rough sketch of the pattern they were left in before brushing them off the ledge. Well he did keep one. Likely to ask Sanagi what type of bush or tree they might have come from.
“Okay this is just getting bloody weird now…” Alex grumbled as he placed the sketch and single stick on the counter to deal with later. Another check on all the locks and traps. Even the hidden throwing blades.
A third item… Now he was beyond paranoid and more angry then anything. He was beginning to put together what the hints were now. First a rose. Then a green thread. Now this… A small piece from chainmail armor. Clearly someone had to be hinting about House Haillenarte.
“Seven hells….” He didn’t think someone would find him all the way down near Limsa of all places when he left Ishgard for good. Should have known better though. Not like he had been very subtle with his crimes against Haillenarte. Storming outside, not caring if residents thought he looked like a madman right now. He had something worth fighting for here. Not like when he lived in Ishgard.
“Don’t know who the hells you think you are! Stop hiding you coward!” Shouting as he hurled the small chain link. “I’m right here! Come and face me!”
First a rose. Now a green thread. Surely it couldn’t just be chance. Not in the exact same spot. Poking the thread with the tip of a throwing knife just to be safe before picking it up off the ledge. He tossed it onto the counter with a scowl towards it. Surely someone was messing with him. Hopefully? It made him even more paranoid now that it was two days in a row and different items. Whoever was messing with him was making him angry.
“Blood coward. If this is your way of sending me a message, just come out an say it.” Muttering the words as he once more checked all the locks and traps. For now he planned to keep the thread till he figured out what the message was and who was sending it. Going to sharpen his knives he kept hidden about the apartment.
(XD This is making him so paranoid and I’m dying laughing at my poor boy. <3)
Alex frowned and looked around after spotting the rose. It wasn’t something Sana would have left was it? He hated roses. Reminded him of one of the High Houses of Ishgard. Not to mention how had someone gotten it onto his window ledge. Only a few people knew where he officially stayed. Finding something from the kitchen to scoop the rose up with, not trusting to touch it. For all he knew it was someone out to get him. He had enough enemies. Then proceeding to double check the locks and few traps he kept hidden about the place. The rose was promptly dumped outside into the ocean once he was satisfied.
(Thanks for the ask. XD Roses remind Alex of House Haillenarte. That happens to be one of the High Houses that want him arrested for murder and other crimes.)
Valentin Charledore, only child of Leandra Charledore and Leonceault Chassebel. The father’s name sound familiar? Probably because he’s a character from Destiney’s past. A part of me wanted to explore Leonceault as a character but there was one big problem. He’s dead.
(Leon pictured above. :D)
So after some calculating for ages and such, in comes Valen. (And his little magpie Lily.) Barely eighteen and out to make a name for himself that would make his father proud. He’s heard all the stories from his mother and knows it was a one-night stand between his father and mother. An that his father was terminally ill. He is his father’s legacy. A bit of a minstrel (inheriting his father’s talent for music and charm) and a bounty hunter for hire as he is skilled with a bow.
Oh an that also makes him Alex’s nephew since Leon and Alex are half-brothers. Not that Alex knows he has any living relatives beyond his waste of life father. Nor does Valen know Alex but there is a family resemblance.
Spirit of the Warlock 