Solo Null and void.

[Alexander Faircroft]

58th Fall 516AV
10:22am
Bronze woods, bronze watchtower.

Description "Alex Common" Alex thoughts "Myrian" "Fratava" "Others"

Stepping out into the open air of the bronze woods outside of syliras, Alex paused a moment. Taking in the surroundings. Even out here wasn’t entirely free of the swirling churning grey that infested the city. Alex tugged the new coat of his around his shoulders tightly, his weapon belt sat lightly over it and his leather armour pressed against his chest. Both bastard swords and scimitars hanging from his belt. Great and double swords across his back quiver at his hip and bow sluing across his torso. He was out here for once free of the steel which adorned him and he felt so much lighter it was almost unbelievable. Despite the heft of his weapons he felt freer, fleeter of foot and smoother in stride.

However that wasn’t his goal for today. Rather his core point of focus wasn’t physical practice but instead magical. He’d been gifted a new skill a new ability far outstripping the reaches of what most men could do. It almost felt far and away out of his reach. And the idea that he should do it in the company of those who couldn’t almost felt like belittling them. So Alex had started out into the woods, somewhere far flung from the still shadowed city but with the current misty abhorrence that fell around the city it offered plenty of cover for him to simply, “Slip away”.

A bell and a half of foot travel and Alex arrived at somewhere he knew. Somewhere he’d had a rather long moment. Looking up at the expanse of the bronze watchtower Alex settled in around some of the fallen rockets that surrounded its base. The best practice was found out in the quiet expanse away from people. Alex slowly closed his eyes trying to think back on what had allowed him to create that tiny spark of nothing. That minute pinprick of darkness. His mind reached back, delving deeply into the unyielding darkness that was his past. His voice crawled out of his lips slowly, the warm breath which accompanied the voice falling like an empty glass and cracking against the ground as he gripped hold of that feeling of hollowness that the words brought.
“Black is white and white is black.”


OOCPurchase of one long brown coat made out of leather. With belt fasteners - 12GM

[Alexander Faircroft]

Description "Alex Common" Alex thoughts "Myrian" "Fratava" "Others"

He could feel his energy being pulled from him out of his fingertips. The smallest moments of a darkened soul pulling at him. A similar feeling to when he called upon his sight beyond sight but this time it felt like it was pooling in his fingertips and coalescing beyond them. Again that tiny pinprick of pure blackness formed. The empty space there something terrifying. Alex opened his eyes staring down at it staring into the void that he felt came from within. He’d been told that the void was something that existed separate to this world and that the world split them into what people knew and the void. However he couldn’t shake the feeling that the darkness in his fingers was caused by a part of him. A feeling of his own emptiness splitting the very fabric of reality to latch onto a greater vacancy.

He leant back against a tree behind him the impact shaking a few leaves free from their moorings. The fluttering cascade of colours fell around him. One hit he void. A small point of origin that was then sucked into the blackness with nothing left of its trace. The tiny pinprick of a portal had complete devoured a leaf several times its own size. He felt something crawling into the back of his head. A soft word.
Push further, harder. Feed the power in your hands.
As the voice spoke his hand jerked and he lost the feed of his energy to the void. The portal in his fingertips slammed shut. And he felt drained. Heavy. He’d had it open for no longer than thirty seconds and he felt like he was on the verge of collapse. No strength in his legs and now will to move. Perhaps this was what Sera Trulazen had meant? He’d not had the skill with this magic to old it for extended periods. His threshold for this was at present thirty ticks of concurrent use? And what in the heck was that voice that crept up in the back of his mind telling him to feed the darkness.

[Alexander Faircroft]

Description "Alex Common" Alex thoughts "Myrian" "Fratava" "Others"

A wave of fear rolled over him as he felt all of the hairs covering his body briefly stand on end. Perhaps he’d bitten off more than he could chew with this magic? He rocked back and forth lightly in the bleak blankness of the grey surrounding. He’d gained yet another power of fear and destruction. Perhaps this was why Greyheart wore the face of dread that he did. Perhaps that was the cause of the look of concern? Perhaps that was the reason He wanted to help him?

Perhaps.

Conjecture. That’s all it was. Pondering over a possible reason was all well and good but right now Alex knew something for certain. He had a new way to strike fear, and cause panic. He’d have to use this in such a way that it didn’t spark people into a fit of chaotic uncertainty. He’d seen how Numia had used this power of sheer blackness to open a rift into the nothingness to swallow several yukmen in mere moments. And now he held the beginnings of that power within his own hands. Little did he know he’d had begun the balancing act of being able to keep his mind together. And his body.

He sat in silence for a few moments letting his energy recover looking towards the sky. His eyes were met with nothing but the ever looming oppression of the mists and over cast clouds. As he sat right now he felt certain of two things. Firstly he’d be under watch now that he had a magic and had alerted his Patron to already having one. And secondly he’d lost far more than he’d gained. He’d lost a portion of his freedoms and more of his time. Quite possibly now he’d be shuttled off to other mage knights to refine his magical skills. Eating into his time to help people just to further his own powers.

[Alexander Faircroft]

Description "Alex Common" Alex thoughts "Myrian" "Fratava" "Others"

What was the point of being an elite force of some of the best fighters on the planet if when it really came down too it protecting an ideal was more important than protecting the people who followed that ideal? Peace and civilization was what Sylir stood for. And right now it seemed like that’s exactly the opposite of what the knights were achieving. Vast disparity between those who could help and those who could not.

Those who didn’t fall in line and obey without question were beaten end broken until they did. Regardless of how small the crime. Excessive punishment. That’s all it was. How could he be a part of that? The knights and Squires he’d gravitated towards were much more relaxed in their approach, and by the same token commanded more respected from Alex. Those who dished out punishment without hearing the full story, or handed out a restitution far in excess of the actual crime were the ones that also seemed to spurn Alex.

His fingers raised to his face as he pondered things, the coarse scrape of the beard he sported against his fingertips. What was the point in protecting a civilization when the people controlling it had to use untoward force to uphold the order? That was all it really boiled down too. For Alex at least.
Order brought about by brutality and malevolence.
Chaos brought about by Inaction and incompetence.
That’s how Alex saw the knights acting. How he felt they acted. They kept peace and order through strictness of word and action. However corruption was rife. Not in the traditional way but in the abuses of power which followed those who didn’t conform to their premediated structure.

Militant governance. A complete and utter abuse of power. Regardless of the reason.
Power corrupts, and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Alex scoffed as he realized just how much corruption he’d already had emblazoned upon him. Not just from his time with the knights, but from birth.