HEIR TO THE HOUSE CERULEAN
545 - 545 WC @Takeji The Mystic (tune) Nothing more calming in this world, than the sound of my violin... | It had been an information run for Vinn, since he arrived in Fiore. It was a new land, afterall. A land that was not permanently covered in snow and ice, which intrigued him. He packed only his bare necessities for the road. Clothes, some food, his family heirloom and of course, his precious violin. Vinn didn't play it in front of anyone. He played it only in the privacy of his own room. It was one of few things that he performed in secrecy and it always gave him a good rush, not getting seen. He did pick up violin as an obligatory hobby that he had to choose, but people believed that after those few obligatory years he dropped it. And he wanted to keep it that way. But here, he could do whatever he wanted. Nobody cared that he held a nobility title to his name. Not that they should. Vinn preferred being anonymous. Along the way, he had heard about the mages that populated Fiore. They had formed several Guilds and one could choose which to join, based on their goals and ideals. Or stay free, without tying themselves to a Guild's name. That was what Vinn decided to do. He didn't to slow himself down with unneeded ties. That being said, he still needed a place to stay. He heard about several different towns and cities, but the one that intrigued him the most was Talonia. Supposedly it was a hub for mages who held no allegiances to Guilds. Sounded like the perfect place to call home, even if temporarily. A leather bag was slung across his shoulder, his family heirloom was safely hanging on his neck and his right hand was a rather expesive-looking, carved case that held his violin inside. There was a waterfall in the distance, as he neared the town, eventually stepping into its boundaries. Not too many people were walking around, which made it easier for him to search for some sort of accomodation. He came across a dingy-looking inn and without too much thought he walked inside. All he needed was to have an overnight roof over his head. Nothing more, nothing less. He paid for a couple of nights, but it was all of the money he had. Vinn knew that he would have to do some work, to earn some more. With a groan he dropped his leather bag onto the floor of his room. It had a cozy feel, but it smelled kind of strange. Sleeping in there would definitely be something. Still, he needed to clear his head. And Vinn knew exactly how to do that. Soon after, he was standing in the Solemn Park. The name suited it perfectly, as the atmosphere that permeated through the air gave Vinn this weird feeling. There was a light breeze blowing, fluffing up his loose shirt that hanged on his shoulder over his striped t-shirt. He set the violin case on the grass and opened it, gently. And even more gently he took out the violin out of its case. Vinn tried a few testing notes, making sure the instrument was tuned to perfection, just the way he liked it. Then, he started playing a tune, with a slightly mystical vibe to it. |
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