Closed Locked in the Prison of Your Own Mind [Tydus]

[Kel Tempest]

Day 4 of Summer in the Year 514 AV
Location: Laviku's Wrath, north of Riverfall

The sun’s rays beat down harshly upon the small casinor that floated idly in the ocean, north of the port town of Riverfall. A lone figure lay sprawled out on the cabin roof, staring up at the sky vacantly, articles of clothes cast indifferently upon the deck of the ship, mugs unceremonially tossed aside, ship equipment scattered about and half eaten meals lying in stinking heaps.


Kel Tempest lay unmoving, unshaven, hair a wild mess and all alone on the Laviku’s Wrath. Hope had all but abandoned the tattooed man, just as he had abandoned the Greytide pod. He could feel depression sinking into the depths of his mind, an emptiness that settled into the pit of his stomach, slowly eating away at everything he was.


The Svefra hadn’t realized how much he had relied upon Tydus and his company until it was stripped away from him. He had come to enjoy having someone around him whom he could relate to, talk to, and experience life with. It was something the black haired man was not accustomed to. He didn’t realize he even needed it until it was gone.


After the incident with Chandray in Riverfall and the two armed men, Kel had been forced to flee the city, having been given criminal status among the petching blue freaks. There was a certain amount of pride that swelled within his chest at the thought of having a bounty of his head and the threat of execution looming over him merely by standing in the city. He knew it was only a matter of time until something like that happened to him in Riverfall.


He wasn’t one to be landlocked for long and when he was, well, unpleasant things seemed to happen.


The grin that momentarily lifted his lips at the thought of being wanted faded as his thoughts turned back towards what it had cost him. Kel felt the dark cloud return and he squeezed his eyes shut, trying to block it all out. His emotions rose and fell like the sea he lived upon, churning and swirling around him in a torrent of chaos.


He was separated from his newly found brotherhood. His animalistic nature and inability to think rashly was what got him in this mess. Kel didn’t know where he and Tydus stood, things were a little uncertain when they parted ways. And that was something Kel HATED. The uncertainty, the lack of control, the unknown, it drove him mad.


The Svefra had too much time to think as he sat alone with only his thoughts as company. Jenkins had been absent for a while but Kel paid him no mind, absorbed in his own problems and woes. The sea otter seemed to sense that his friend needed to be alone and left him to the lonely prison of his mind.


The past few weeks had given Kel time to process everything that had happened to him since he met up with Tydus. Something he rarely did. The past was an unpleasant place and brought up many things, for a long time, Kel refused to think about.


But now, locked in his own head, facing his past was the only way out.

Legend

Fratava

Kel's Common

Kel's Thoughts

PC/NPC Common

[Tydus Tempest]

The saline air surrounding the Guilty Pleasure called to the Tempest, a light breeze, kindred to a kiss from Zulrav himself, blew across the casinor as Tydus Tempest steered it forth. He had received information as to the location of the Rattling Chains from Caelum, but given a guaranteed space in the docking area of the Alements and unfamiliar with the terrain in what the coloured freaks calling themselves Akalaks titled as the Sea of Grass, his intent was to spend as little time walking as possible. The feeling of solid ground beneath the Tempest's feet consistently reminded him of his despair if he walked for too long, the nearly half a season he had spent moored in Riverfall before he and Kel had abandoned the Tempest Pod and blazed their own trail forth.

Of course, Tydus and Kel split ways afterwards, the Tempest scion having quickly and thoroughly lost trust in his podbrother's ability to reason soundly. Riverfall was the bread and butter of their existence. Kel and Tydus, unlike the former Tempest pod and some of the other, smaller and still powerful pods, were unable to support themselves. Casinor taking on the world was not an intelligent idea. Nor did they have the permanent resources to sustain their equipment. Oceanus helped tremendously with the ability to find food and to predict the patterns of the tide, but it neither provided them with working sails nor assisted in the repair of their ship. In short, without Riverfall, the Tempests were weak. With a home port, they could do anything.

But, Kel had to mess it up. Committing murder, running away from Riverfall, incriminating Tydus, endangering the pod. None of it was sound, and Tydus thought that for a time, he could forgive Kel and leave the pod behind in safety. But, once he had learned that a life was not possible in Kenash without the taking of a brand upon his skin, he refused. Completely. Utterly.

I'm not so far gone that I'm willing to mark myself with their stamp of enslavement. I'm not a whore to the whims of pretentious, soulless bastards. The skin of a Svefra is a tapestry upon where Laviku's blessing and other significant events take form. I'm not going to condemn myself with an ugly, disgusting scar labeling me as the trash of civilization. Svefra are better than that.

A frown pursed the Tempest scion's lips as he was brought back to the Spring. The opening season of 514 had brought with it a darkness that had infested Tydus. Time healed wounds and glazed them over with a scar, but that scar left with it not healing, but a disturbing mark. Tydus was consistently haunted by the memories of the Pod. He was no longer consumed by it, but he fantasized, lived in that realm, and was closest to it both at sea and with liquor in hand. And of course, while the former was an inevitable product of his trip, the latter was, for the moment, carefully avoided.

Tydus had plans for this evening. He had decided to scope out the Rattling Chains before formally going there so that he could prepare for the worst. It was rather deep inland, but he decided to bring his casinor out of both distaste for the land and a want to sail on Laviku's oceans, but also so that he could have the ship closer by in the event that the Tempest scion needed to flee and passage to Riverfall was unsafe of unfeasible.

This was the only way to be sure. From all abounts, this Haev fellow is extremely dangerous, and I can't be sure about any of his underlings. Caelum has told me that they will change their tune with the mention of his name, an important factor to be sure, but a backup plan is completely necessary. I don't plan to die here.

If this was an assignment solely to buy a slave, he'd have gone straight inside with no fear for his life. Business was a simple endeavor. But acting as an informant... this was a different matter entirely, and merely disguised with a purchase. A shallow disguise. Tydus did not doubt his abilities, but to go into this sort of situation half-cocked was to encourage suicide. It was akin to Cora cutting into his veins and spilling his own blood onto the side of the ship for sacrifice.

Idiot...

Tydus pursed his lips, but as he finished the thought, he found a familiar crashing in his stomach, the sensation of roiling tides surfacing in his mind as he moved back from the wheel. Taut and set with knots against the mast, the front sail of the ship was clearly pulled by the light breaths of Zulrav. The Tempest scion worked at the ropes that managed the furling of the sail. After loosening the knots and watching Zulrav's breath spill over the loosened sails, he waited for the ship to slow down, making quick work of the supporting knots, then working the pulley to raise the sails entirely. As the ship slowed down significantly, Tydus met with the ship's wheel and slowly turned it, managing to steer the ship slightly to the right before he dropped the anchor and after that, the small sail. Small rips could be seen in the large sail due to the lack of expertise on Tydus' end, but he would address the issue later. For now, he had to see what was going on.

There's a boat nearby... It looks extremely familiar...

Tydus frowned as he noted the familiar body of the Laviku's Wrath, the sensing of Oceanus stirring the Svefra's spirit, a mixture of happiness and frustration rising in the depths of his mind, both quickly suppressed as the Tempest called out to his podbrother. If the elder Tempest answered and looked towards the Guilty Pleasure, he would notice the Tempest already swinging the grappling hook, working the momentum to toss it, the tool that he considered both weapon and boarding tool finding its way onto the deck of Laviku's Wrath, pulled back with force so that the ends of the hook swung into and clamped upon the ship's gunwale.

Tydus had essentially boarded his podbrother's ship. And with reason. Like it or not, Kel Tempest was of use to him, and if he could find a way to trust the trident-wielding Svefra, Tydus would solicit his help.

Kel owed him that much.


Fratava | Hypnotic Fratava | Common | Hypnotic Common | Vani

[Kel Tempest]

Kel didn’t know if he hated being alone or loved it. For the most part, he didn’t get along with people so not having to deal with their boring, melodrama that they thought the world centered around which caused them to run around hysterically like glassbeaks with their heads cut off, brought a nice change of pace for the Svefra.


But on the other hand, being alone gave room for far too many of his own thoughts to come alive and haunt him. At least with others, he could easily distract himself by making them miserable, but now, he was by himself, growing more and more…


…Something.


He wasn’t sure what it was. In the pit of his stomach, he felt a thousand different things all spouting off in every direction, all things that he couldn’t quite place. Emotions he wasn’t sure he had ever felt. All he knew is they made him feel like shyke.


And he didn’t like it.


He wished he could just go back to when things were far simpler. Such as pushing all of Shijara’s buttons until she screamed or mocking Callispia about her pathetic attempts at running a pod. But instead, all he had was time; too much blasted time. He could feel it wearing his mind thin.


He needed something to get him out of this rut. Anything to bottle up the emotions that ran rampant through his system, the emotions that managed to break free from their imprisoned state he worked so hard to lock there. He needed to bury them deep within himself once again, until the next time they broke free, probably causing even more self harm.


But he wasn’t worried about things like that.


Out of sight, out of mind, that was his philosophy.


But finally, something did distract the Svefra. The feeling of one blessed by Laviku tugged at his mind, stirring the tattoo on his chest, the dark blues and blacks swirling on his chest as it came alive at the arrival of another being who bore the Oceanus mark. Kel wasn’t sure he was up for the engagement. His mood kept switching between irritated at the interruption to relieved by the distraction.


Some people were just hard to please.


Kel compromised by lazily craning his neck and squinting out across the sea as the light stabbed at his eyes. He groaned, refusing to move from his place on the cabin roof but still wanting to see who it was. He had a hinting suspicion as to who it was and after a few ticks; his gut feeling was proven correct. He spotted the Guilty Pleasure rushing over to greet him and he grunted annoyed.


He watched idly as it grew larger, growing closer and closer until it was right next to his casinor. Tydus came into view, grappling hook in hand and a grim look on his face. Kel made a face as he saw his podmate’s.


It wasn’t until the grappling hook was tossed into the air and clanked across his deck did he scowl back and shove himself up onto his elbows, glaring.


“Aye! Squidbeak! Was that REALLY necessary? You’re going to chip the wood on the railing!”


Kel grumbled irritably as Tydus unceremoniously boarded his ship, treating him like he was some kind of criminal. He couldn’t WAIT to hear what his podmate had to say…


“What do you want Tydus…you here to yell at me again or can we skip over that part? Because in case you didn’t notice…” Kel waved a hand into the air languidly, “I got a lot going on here.”


Sarcasm laced his words as he smirked at Tydus lazily, interlocking his fingers together and placing them behind his head, doing his best to put on a front for his podmate. He didn’t want Tydus to know how badly he was falling apart on the inside.


Because in the end, all Kel had was his cocky persona and arrogant mouth to weave a web of deception to keep others from getting too close. He didn’t know what he would do if the hardened walls around his heart ever came down. The risk was too high and he wasn’t willing to see what the other side held.


Not yet anyways.

Legend

Fratava

Kel's Common

Kel's Thoughts

PC/NPC Common

[Tydus Tempest]

Tydus should not have been as surprised by the lack of a warm welcome as he was, but he found that irritation quickly swept into the Tempest's features at Kel's harsh, immediate defense of the casinor. Tydus knew from experience that the gunwale of a casinor was tough enough to take the dull edges of a grappling hook and survive unscathed. He was not so inexperienced as to believe his 'brother's' grating tone. But, this told him something else. It was not the immediate, confident voice that he had always heard Kel speak in. Nor was it a momentous challenge and disruptive tone like the Tempest brother had when he was truly angry.

This was realization of loneliness given form and expressed.

Tydus watched as his brother spoke to him, noting the half-hearted wave of the hand. Sarcasm had dripped into the elder Tempest's words, but it was tainted with the clear air of impatience, as well. It was almost raw, and the Tempest, despite lacking appreciation that the tone was aimed at him, was glad to have heard it. It meant that Kel was by no means the emotionless beast that others described him as. No, Kel Tempest was a human being, a Svefra, and like Tydus, he did not appreciate others attempting to breach the walls that he had built for himself, a cage, armour-like in its thickness. It was the barrier that a haunted man hung over their mind, the wall that stood tall and blocked entry from those that merely grazed at the surface of a person's psyche.

Tydus allowed a smile to grace his features as he raised his hands at around the area of his shoulders. He had stepped into Kel's casinor before doing so, both of the vessels anchored in their place, and the small sway that came with the movement of the casinor was by no means enough to tip his balance. Tydus, despite what other, more experienced sailors might think of him, was a man of the sea. A Svefra. And he despised the notion of not being thought as one.

But, that train of thought was for another time. Tydus tapped into the reaches of his djed, drawing from the layers of his soul, chills rising along the curvature of his spine as he layered the djed within the lining of his throat. He measured his voice, keeping bitterness and disdain from it as he was encouraged by the elder Tempest's outburst. Kel Tempest could be swayed, and it was the Tempest's scion's goal to do so.

But, more importantly, it was his objective to make it seem like Kel's own idea in the first place. Tydus knew Kel. He had lived with him, sailed with him, had drunk into the depths of stupor and the into the songs of the Svefra with him. And though Tydus was not aware of everything that the elder Tempest had experienced before adopting the name, he knew that Kel, like Ty himself, was suffering.

From what, exactly? It was Tydus' mission to find out.

The Tempest scion allowed himself to make eye contact with his adopted brother, weaving djed into both his stare and his voice, words measured, a cadence walking into the tone of his voice, words carried in a slow, soothing rhythm as he continued to raise his hands in a neutral position,

"We can definitely skip over that part. I'm not here to criticize you again, Kel. It was a mistake to not listen to you when we talked about what happened. I want to let you explain what happened. I want to know, because I need your help. And... if you help me, I can help you.."

The words carried with them an emotional response, a prompt for Kel to calm down. The Tempest did not wish to mince words with Kel, but have the elder hear him out, and the younger scion would in turn do so. Kel was, more than anything, Tydus' brother, and he had acted rashly before, freshly accused of a crime and pulled along with Kel for his escape out of Riverfall. Luckily, Tydus had been given a job to do with Kel, but the fight had distracted it from his mind, and it had rendered their expedition to Kenash fruitless. It had, instead, damaged Tydus and Kel's friendship.

Ty was willing to do anything to change that.

More than anything, I need a brother right now... This isn't something I can go to Adney about. Not yet... Adney's happy in Riverfall. I don't want to endanger him.

"I'm willing to listen... Are you? We're brothers, Kel."

The word 'brothers' was inflected and drawn with djed. Layered with it and emphasized even in tone, the Tempest found that his thoughts drew towards the day that Tydus and Kel had met again after a number of years apart. The very first day of Spring. It was a night filled with poured drinks and laughter, the pair discussing the future and the past in one.

A vivid moment materialized within the Tempest's mind, drawn forth and emphasized above all others. The two were drinking ale, Kel Tempest erupted in laughter after a particular innuendo that the Tempest scion had told. The flash of memory was projected into Kel's mind through the utilization of djed, with it, brought a drain of djed that Tydus had never quite experienced, a bead of sweat forming upon his brow as he grinned at Kel. He veiled his surprise behind the grin, surprise materialized in his mind,

What just happened?

Tydus would not yet realize it, but he had discovered the usage of 'flash.'

Fratava | Hypnotic Fratava | Common | Hypnotic Common | Vani

[Kel Tempest]

Tydus’ arrival sent a tidal wave of emotions through Kel as he stared up at his podmate, struggling to maintain his carefree demeanor. He could feel his heart rebelling against his mind, screaming at him to open up to the one person he could trust never to let him down. The one person he knew would always stand by him through the thick and thin. Brothers, forged by the hardships of life, the joys of victory and the tears of loss.


The same Tydus that had chosen to believe the rumors of Riverfall over the one person who would stand by him till the end.


The war raged within him, conflict finally breaking through the passive face he tried so hard to maintain. His face contorted in anxiety and uncertainty, bitterness rising to the surface, battling for control. They roiled in his gut, making him sick. He just wanted the turmoil to end.


He had two choices before him: deem the only person he cared about dead to him or do the unthinkable and forgive him. Had it been anyone one else, there would be no question about it. They would be no more, and as his reputation seemed to precede him, in the most physical sense possible.


But this was Tydus.


The man he had met when they were just boys, both outcasts from their peers, each misunderstood and suffering from rejection. The walls hadn’t been as thick back then, making the hateful words and spiteful laughter able to penetrate that much easier, slowly tearing into the boy who had no friends. The two had bonded quickly, forming a friendship that they swore would last the centuries.


Together they were an unstoppable force. Adventure and mischief followed them where ever they went. Even when they were separated, those memories kept him going, knowing that somewhere, his brother was out there just waiting to be reunited. The world was theirs to take.


But all that seemed to shatter when Tydus chose to believe the city of blues rather than his friend. That was something that pierced even the most fortified parts of Kel’s heart.


Questions and doubts began to surface on that fateful day as he watched his podmate sail away from him. Tydus travelling on to Riverfall with Shijara; Kel, alone, with no one but his tavan and the sea. Maybe his violent nature, his inclination for torture and vulgar mouth was too much for even Tydus to bear. Maybe Kel was meant to be alone, cut off from society and unable to be with the people he cared about.


But regardless of what Tydus had done, he was back. That had to count for something.


Kel allowed the words to wash over him as the blonde haired Svefra spoke. For the first time in a long time, a sharp retort didn’t emerge from his mouth and he didn’t answer right away. He simply…listened.


It wasn’t until Tydus mentioned the word “brothers” did he jerk in his spot.


The vivid memory of the two Svefra’s first encounter in Riverfall sprung to his mind, causing a small smile to tug at his otherwise grim face. There was nothing better than that fateful reunion of family. It was the beginning of a new journey that he couldn’t have done alone.


It sparked something inside him. He decided to forgive Tydus.


In that moment, Kel felt the tension that seized his body slowly release. Emotions and turmoil that raged through his mind seemed to subside slightly. The stress, frustration and anger seemed to lessen. A small glimmer of understanding began to dawn upon the Svefra. There seemed to be a connection between him being able to forgive his podmate, something he rarely did, and his mental state. However, the trauma wasn't gone completely.


But it was a start.


Kel took a deep, shuddering breath, letting it out slowly, mind trying to process what was happening. He had never needed to forgive anyone before. He had never cared about anyone enough to ever need to. But for the first time in a long time, Kel Tempest felt a glimmer of hope. Maybe he wasn't the empty shell of despair that he thought he was. Maybe there was a chance for him to prove himself to be more than he was.


To become a man he didn't know he could be.


He looked out across the horizon, still propped up on his elbows, eyes searching for answers to questions he didn't know. Finally, after a long stretch of silence, Kel began to speak unsteadily, words drifting out across the gently blowing wind.


“I didn’t kill him, Ty. Yes, I may have a slightly violent tendency, I’ll admit that. But if you actually think back, I’ve only ever gone out of my way to hurt those who have provoked me. They have all deserved what they got.”


He thought back to all the incidents where he had taken the life of another. The shipwright in Black Rock had attacked his pod, Kel responded in turn. The men, who attempted to steal his casinor, fought, kidnapped and planned to kill him come first light. The bandits in the woods, they threatened Jenkins and struck first. The thief on the casinor, stole from a fellow Svefra, Kel gave him a fair shot at fighting back. Everything he did, was happen chance, none was intentional until the first strike was made against him. He just made them pay in tenfold. As for the incident in Riverfall…


“The night we went to the opening of the Alement, I met a woman. Her name was…” Kel rotated his wrist impatiently, trying to conjure up the name, “Chan…something. It’s not important…Anyways, we left and were walking through the city. We had just started crossing the bridge when a drunk passed us by. But he wasn’t drunk.”


Kel paused, letting the memories flood over him again.


“He turned and attacked us without warning. A second man appeared behind us and Jenkins warned me just in time. I took the one behind me and the woman took the first man. We fought and I wounded my opponent, severely crippling him. Her’s got away. We tried to interrogate my foe but before we could get anything out of him, he bit into a bead at his wrist that must have had some kind of poison in it. He died a few ticks later.”


His words poured out in a rush, tongue tripping over itself as it tried to get it all out.


“The one who escaped must have told some of those petching blue freaks,” he spat the words out with distaste, “his own version of the story. Now they want me for a murder I didn’t commit. All I did was defend myself when I was attacked.”


Kel looked up at Tydus, blue eyes drilling into his podmates. He had nothing to hide, nothing to be ashamed of. For the first time in as long as he could remember, he spoke without an ounce of sarcasm or hostility in his voice. Just simple honesty.


Now it was up to Tydus to decide what to do with it.

Legend

Fratava

Kel's Common

Kel's Thoughts

PC/NPC Common

[Tydus Tempest]

The first thing that Tydus noticed was the pure, unbridled emotion in the other Tempest's face. He was miserable, left only in the company of his tavan, stranded and alone. The fate that Tydus had through his betrayal of another Svefra, sentenced him to. Guilt scratched at the surface, regret piercing deeply into his mind, sowing with it seeds of sympathy that the Tempest scion knew not to show his brother, for to show Kel Tempest sympathy was to shame him. No, the show of sympathy would lead to further ruination.

The Tempest simply allowed his brother to vent. For the first time, he did not attempt to direct emotions with Hypnotism when a problem was presented to him. He did not attempt to weaken his brother's emotional state or strengthen it, that could come later, for the moment, all he wanted to do was become aware of it. Tydus noticed the pure honesty that flowed from Kel's lips. Memories given voice and carried on Zulrav's winds, whispers that sailed into his mind and were given life and thought, processed and understood as the elder Tempest continued his story.

He was framed. Misunderstood. It was the same, past-set story given a different ending and Tydus had forsaken him. Out of simple, traitorous convenience. The Tempest scion pursed his lips, the expression quickly forming into a self-directed scowl as he came to the realization of just how much of a bastard he had been. Trusting in the convenience and prizes set in a city that he never fully explored over the life of a brother? It was despicable. Tydus was still set on the shores of Riverfall due to the reward he could gain from his relationship with Caelum, but he was going to insist that Kel join in on it, as well.

Tydus sat down on the ship's gunwale, decidedly not breaking eye contact with Kel as he replied,

"I believe you, Kel. There's no way I couldn't. I know that you're not a liar. Not to me. You've always been a brother, but most importantly, you'll remain to be so. I want to help, Kel. We can try to overturn your criminal status in Riverfall, but we need to do something first. I came out here for a job, and I'd like for you to help me out. There's a sizable sum of mizas in it for the both of us, and if we go back to Riverfall after completing it, my contact in the city will be far more inclined towards believing you."

And the Tempest would not be above using Hypnotism to reinforce that trust. The Tempest looked away for a moment before a salty breath filled his lungs, his cerulean eyes casting a glow from Syna's light for a moment before he spoke out again,

"The job that I've been given is one of subtlety. One that could go very, very wrong, which is why I want your help. You've always been the warrior, and I the talker. Let's keep to our strengths, and together we'll be unstoppable. My plan goes as follows. We'll start out by scoping the place out. It's called the Rattling Chains, an inland slaver's den that's operated by a man named Haev Provedan and his subordinates.

What we need to do, if you agree to come along, is find out what the place looks like, investigate it. Check out any possible exits if something comes up. Then we leave. It's that simple. I don't want to go in today. I was planning on completing the job in about a week's time, which will give us enough time to assess our strengths and work as the team that we've always been."

The Tempest was done trying to do things alone. It was beginning to ache at him, and Callipsia's presence was not helping. Tydus needed a brother. A podbrother, one willing to sink into the depths of the opaque side of morality and dig from it the reward that could one day ascend him and Tydus to the apex of status. Tydus' dream was not to live a simple life with his simple casinor simply sailing the seas and being free on them. No, he wanted to gain influence, status, a larger boat with Svefra to sail it with him as they, together, carved their name into the deepest reaches of history.

Tydus wanted to be remembered, and he wanted to be known.

The Tempest legacy will live on.

"Once we check out what the deal with this place is, the task can be left to me. I'm going to buy a slave for my contact and utilize the time spent in the Rattling Chains to assess the climate there and gauge how the people inside feel. I've always had a proficiency with that, so it'll be easy enough once I know what to expect.

Are you in?"

Fratava | Hypnotic Fratava | Common | Hypnotic Common | Vani

[Kel Tempest]

Tydus’ words poured over the older Tempest, weaving together into an artfully arranged speech. Kel knew his podbrother well enough to know that he could dig his way out of any mess he found himself in, including the one he was presently neck deep in. Kel knew he had the upper hand here, he knew Tydus well enough to know he would be feeling incredibly guilty for what he had done. If he wanted, Kel could probably twist Tydus’ arm and get something out of him.


Although the idea was tempting and a small part of him wanted to get back at his podmate for stabbing him in the back, the blonde haired Tempest was offering him something that perked his interest. Something he couldn’t quite refuse.


Adventure.


Mizas, slave dens, danger, the words popped up at him like an addiction, instantly sucking in him, calling his name, drawing him in deeper and he knew he would be unable to defy the urge. He growled deep in his chest, irritated. Tydus knew him too well. He was offering something that the sociopathic Tempest couldn’t resist.


Kel rubbed the stubble on his jaw, shrugging his shoulders, trying to play off nonchalant, not making eye contact with his podmate.


“I may be interested.”


Casting his gaze across the deck of his ship, he realized for the first time how low he had actually sunk. The casinor was a disaster. The physical state of the place he lived showed the inward condition of the Tempest’s mind.


Disorder. Chaos. Despair. It was time to clean up his act. The time for self doubt, pity and weakness was at an end. There was mizas to be made, people to be threatened and fights to be had. He didn’t know how Tydus had survived without him.


Kel sighed once. In that exhale of breathe, he channeled all his self loathing, frustration and self pity out from his system. The world needed him. He was too awesome not to allow others to get a piece of him. He couldn’t deprive the poor souls who needed their mundane lives shaken up. His wit and charm was needed by all. He owed it to every single person in Mizahar to get back to his old self.


The Tempest leaned up and hopped off the cabin roof onto the deck below, staggering slightly as his bare feet hit the floorboards. He hadn’t moved in quite some time. Kel slowly stretched, his vertebrae cracking as he curled his back. A slow smile crossed his face, one that hadn’t appeared in quite some time. The remaining emotions that swirled within his mind and stomach, he balled them up and buried them deep within the locked chamber of his heart where they belonged. They served no purpose and if they wouldn’t leave him alone, they would be concealed.


Kel looked at Tydus and cocked an eyebrow.


“Alright brother, when do we start?”


The time for emotional breakthrough had come to an end as quickly as it had arrived.


Now he needed to make up for lost time by cracking a few skulls together.


After all, he had a reputation to maintain.

Legend

Fratava

Kel's Common

Kel's Thoughts

PC/NPC Common

[Mayhem1]

Kel, if you ever come back, PM me for a grade.

[Ssezzkero]

Grades

Kel Tempest

XP:

• Philosophy +1
• Observation +1
• Rhetoric +1
• Storytelling +1

Lores:

• Being a criminal is a source of pride
• Emotions suck
• Philosophy: Out of sight, out of mind
• Tydus: Chose Riverfall's story over you
• Forgiving Tydus
• Can't resist and adventure

Notes: Don't forget to edit your post in the request forum as 'Graded'. PM me if you have any questions or concerns.