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A fluffy sea of dingy white wool surrounded Yukito on all sides, until he was almost lost in the crowd. He stood in the middle of a field that was crowded with bleating roltons, just on the outskirts of Myssar. The smell was... something to de described, that's for certain.

Their journey had been stalled due to the fact that the herds were being cranky, and refused to move out of the way. Though there had been practical solutions (from Talinvor, in particular) to simply slaughter them all and be on their way, the people that relied on the herds would be understandably vexxed with the herd's wooly demise.

So. Here Yukito was, trying to get a look at a hoof or two without getting kicked in the head. It was like being at a fancy ball and trying to peek at someone's ankles. Not that he'd ever DONE that, because it was a stupid idea.

He could see Meril in the distance, cleansing the hooves of roltons that Jisandra spelled to sleep. He could see a row of sleeping bovidae in her wake, each with hooves doused in herbal salve and neatly wrapped in cloth. Perigourd was nearby with another rolton, carefully cleaning dirt and grime from between its strangely-shaped toes.

After speaking with the young messenger, they had discovered that the herds had a bad case of toe rot and couldn't be convinced to leave the road. There was only one healer in the vicinity, so they had stepped in to lend a hand. Not knowing anything about the disease itself, Yukito had to ask for clarification on the varied symptoms from the local empath, though his own plan was simple: Clean the hooves of the roltons, and scour the disease away entirely, until even their ''souls'' were squeaky clean. Afterwards, he'd reinforce their immunity until they were each cleaned up, and the conditions that had caused the issue were attended to.

Thus, there he stood scrubbing and cleaning rolton toe jam. When a rolton got lippy with him, or otherwise tried to cave his skull in, he zapped them so that they stood stock still. After a gentle suggestion from Meril, he soothed and calmed their nerves first. Usually. Some roltons were jerks and deserved what they got.

Case in point, as he was rising from his odd pedicure session with one rolton, another bowled him over onto his rear. As he plopped into the mud and muck, he recalled Uniana softly asking him about the wisdom of wearing silks for a ride. He thought back on that moment and sighed heavily. The rolton who'd shoved him over mouthed at his hair, and he shoved its heavy head aside. He'd be scrubbing forever to be presentable, after this.

At least he had a nice, warm tent filled with food and friends behind him.

Still.

Touché world.

''Touché.''

2022-02-05T23:15:27Z

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Yukito's slim fingers lightly danced over the captain's wheel as he allowed the sea draw his small vessel deeper into its blue embrace. The wood was smooth under his fingertips, and he lost himself in the roaring silence of the waves. No thoughts in particular harried him, no troubles followed him from the shore in this moment. He was a vessel, and the ocean surged in and out of his being; It dragged away the filth and left him feeling cleansed in spirit - Empty, but pleasantly so.

The island spirit at his side drifted here and there along the deck, ephemeral drops of water and grans of sand cascading to the deck in its wake and vanishing a heartbeat after. It did not intrude, or trouble him, and he never minded the presence of the spirits anyway. They were kin in ways that he could not explain, as if they shared something that he couldn't comprehend, and maybe never would. Its scent was welcoming and warm when it passed near, allowing his mind to further slip into that state of stillness that he was reaching for.

War drums sounded loudly in the distance, shattering the peaceful moment. Yukito glanced over his shoulder as a brigantine carved through water on a direct course toward his sloop. Spinning the wheel smoothly, he brought his ship about to face the threat. That was his purpose here today, after all.

His next few moments were filled with the scent of gunpowder and the burn of salt on his sea and sword-calloused hands. He ran back and forth loading and firing cannons as the two ships came abreast of one another. Then, as soon as he was near, he kicked the gangplank and raced over to the over ship beneath a hail of arrows.

Shields of many colors flashed into existence around him as his fingers flew, and then he gripped his sword and braced as the first waves of enemies ran in. He was immediately knocked to the floor and for a moment, his small form vanished beneath flashing blades and swinging fists. His glowing shields held though, and eventually, he shrugged their blows aside as he stood, and moved his sword tip down toward the ground.

''"Wyvern's Tail."''

Yukito's sword flashed upward and almost tore open the throat of the man attempting to knock his feet out from beneath him. Instead, the viper wrapped around his blade latched onto the man's eye and tore it clean away in a slippery fountain of blood. He rolled away howling, but was replaced by another opponent.

Yukito described a glowing blue circle in the air with his fingertip. Half of the people around him stood stricken in place, shaking their heads slowly from side to side. Then they began attacking their comrades, looking horrified at their own actions and shouting frantic or tearful apologies as their limbs moved against their will.

There were so many of them, though... it was hard for Yukito to keep up with the onslaught. The deck was awash in blood and saltwater, and he kept getting slammed down onto it. A shield smashed into his side and he almost lost consciousness, laying there in a daze. Someone managed to break through several layers of his shielding, and he felt a heavy weight straddling his chest, and keeping him pinned down.

A long dagger sank slowly and deeply into his belly, and the man wielding it leaned on it hard, sneering directly down into Yukito's face. It was a horrific wound, the pain was so deep that he felt almost numb from it to the tips of his toes. The slow and bloody thrust of the metal deep beneath his skin made him nauseous. And then, without warning, it was ripped free.

The sound that Yukito made in that moment was the burbling gasp of a dying man, and tears streamed from the corners of his eyes... but on the heels of that, he softly began to giggle. Then he was weakly laughing as if he was not quite sane. His opponent didn't appear to notice, or was simply intent on ending it, blade held high for another strike. Yukito's eyes began to glow an eerie shade of blue.

Then the screaming began.

Barely able to lift his head, Yukito watched as people began to drop dead around him. He casually snapped their limbs like dry wood, and bashed their faces to the floor until their heads split, all without saying a word. Cold seeped into his flesh, and his fingernails were blue as his hands traced more glowing circles. When he tired of the screaming, he silenced them all, and let them crawl around on their bellies until the light went out of their eyes.

His own body sang as he was rejuvenated. He could feel his heart slamming in his chest as he slowly pieced together the fragments of his calm and his flesh. Kneeling for a moment, he pressed his hand over the knitted wound on his stomach; now a gruesome scar. Time for that later.

The Captain of the vessel strode in, looking like a god of retribution. Tired and drained, Yukito got to his feet and lifted his sword again. Eyes narrowed, he pointed the blade directly at the man's throat and waited, on the defense.

''"Iron Door."''

They both battered each other across the deck of the ship, neither wanting to admit defeat. They were punching and kicking at this point, elbows were thrown and Yukito even tried to latch onto him and tear away part of the man's face with his teeth until he got backhanded away so hard that his head rung. No one else stirred. While the slide of the bodies on the swaying deck was a disadvantage for Yukito, it seemed to fuel the captain's rage. It was just the stillness of the ocean, and the growls of two men bent on murder.

It was a simple mistake really, but Yukito reached for his magic and drew far too much. He could feel the strain and the stress it put on his mind, and it almost put him on his knees. No more magic. Frustration welled up inside of him as he continued to try to kill the man attempting to kill him. No! He was so close! If this man... would just... die...!

The second time a blade went through Yukito's middle, there was no healing to be had. He had reached his physical and mental limit. He stood face to face with the Captain and snarled up at him. The Captain twisted the blade, making Yukito's mouth involuntarily fall open in pain and shock. Then the Captain lifted one booted foot and shoved the half-sylvan free of his sword to let him fall limply to the deck.

They both stared at each other in mutual hatred for a few seconds. Then the Captain strode over and casually lifted his sword, slashing it across Yukito's throat.

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Yukito came to a bit later, the island spirit at his side looking solemn. He infused it with more mana, unwilling to be alone and in need of the company. His clothes were soaking wet. The Captain must have thrown his body overboard after the fight.

He sat on the beach staring at the toes of his boots. Lorminstra was always there, at the end, in the final darkness. Her presence seemed like a light that he could almost reach if he just tried hard and stretched his fingers far enough.

His gaze drifted to the side, and he stared expressionlessly at the footprints in the sand, catching sight of a ragged cloak just before it vanished from sight far down the path.

That hope was a false hope. He had no one to rely on but himself. He could either be crushed by the higher powers, or he could become one. Someday, he would tell the old crone exactly what he thought of their years old bargain. Or maybe he would ignobly die, fade out like a spark and she would claim her due.

He wouldn't see what was in that warm and beckoning light though. It wasn't for him. He couldn't be certain if he had made peace with that yet.

For the time being, he was exhausted and had to have his ship fixed. He and the spirit made their way toward the docks, and he absently made certain to obliterate every single footprint the old woman had left behind.

"Take Me to Church" - Hozier

The Starving Faithful (short story)

2022-02-05T23:09:10Z

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Yukito (prime)

2022-02-05T22:49:34Z

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===General Info===
'''Yukito''' has three older siblings. He grew up relatively sheltered, and firmly prefers to live on the Western side of the [[Dragonspine]] in [[Solhaven]], away from the sometimes overprotective influence of his family.

Since leaving home, he's been witness to and part of several drawn out sieges and extended war campaigns, so has a strong desire to expand the resources and education available to the healing community at large. Not being able to heal a thing makes him intensely frustrated, and more determined to learn, to the point that it can make him a bit reckless.

He doesn't speak, and when asked why will usually just shrug to indicate a lack of enthusiasm for the topic. He uses elaborate gestures to communicate, and silently talks using [[ESP]], the occasional furtive use of a [[signal]], or a [[writable book]].

===Appearance===
:You see Chancellor Yukito Lennan the Hospitaller of the Order of Venquinor.
:He appears to be a Half-Sylvan.
:He is delicately petite and has a spritely, small build. He appears to be very young. He has deep, expressive woad blue eyes and smooth, creamy skin. He has very long, silky honey gold and chestnut brown hair that gently flirts over the curved tips of his ears. He has boyishly gentle features and a slight melancholy in his eyes.
:He has a violet-sheened silver snowflake tattooed upon his right cheek, a monochrome halfsleeve tattoo of inked brambles along his left forearm, and a blue ring tattoo on his finger.

===History===
Yukito took part in the events of the second war of the [[Griffin Sword Saga]], the [[Solhaven Cataclysm]], and the [[War of Nations]]. More recently, he has taken part of the [[Maelshyve Expedition]] into [[Rhoska-Tor]].

After the events of the [[Solhaven Cataclysm]], Yukito was inducted as a Hospitaller into the Order of Venquinor by Lord [[Paidreg]].

===Logs and In Character Notes===
[[Mist Harbor Library Lectures - 2021-03-13 - Magic Theory (log)]]

[[Maelshyve Expedition Field Notes]]

[[She's In The Garden - Log]]

[[That's How You Know You Messed Up - Log]]

===Storyline Relevant Asides===
[[Bloodjewels are Forever]]

[[Next Time, On Land]]

[[Who Needs Nydds?]]

[[In The End]]

[[Give Me the Strength to Carry On]]

[[Light on the Gray]]

[[The Point of No Return]]

[[The Lovers, The Dreamers, and Me]]

[[Smashing Silence With a Brick of Self Control]]

[[Flying Dreams]]

[[Cling to Your Lonesome Folly]]

===Player Crafted Lore===
[[Selfish Sun, and the Mirrors of the Moons]]

[[Sending You Forget-Me-Nots]]

[[Count Your Many Blessings]]

===Random Vignettes===
[[Mad World]]

[[You're Pulling That Face, In My Space]]

[[Paradox]]

[[I'm Still Standing]]

[[The Starving Faithful]]

That's How You Know You Messed Up - Log (short story)

2022-01-12T18:54:11Z

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''Looking tired, Yukito plopped down at the edge of the pier and plopped his journal down onto his knee. He thumbed through the pages until he reached a particular entry, and began to scan it, yawning into his fist.''

'''You carefully open your leather journal, revealing the smooth pages of floral vellum within.'''

'''The page, written in Common, reads as follows:'''

''Today is Volnes, day 1 of the month Eoantos in the year 5121. It is 11:29 by the elven time standard. It is currently mid morning.''

The fateful evening has come nigh on the Isle of Caligos.

I arrived at the pier in the middle of the village, and the place is mostly deserted. There are calls for the rest of the people inhabiting the island to hurry here, but the folks that still worship Ghezresh have retreated to the caverns. There are arguments in our heads about the morality of our being here at all, and interfering with these events. I am rather at peace with how things are going, and interested in just watching. The people that remain have made their choices, as have the people that have left. The animals have been evacuated, so I personally feel that the arguments are pointless.

All that is left now is to gather the rest that want to escape.

The mists soothed and attempted to lull us before, but now they seem to drain us of our very spirit. It feels harmful, and it hurts, at times. I was concerned, at first, and I wonder what the purpose of this is. I know that I personally made no pacts to dedicate myself to this spirit. Olienne has resorted to taunting, which either proves that she is afraid, or that she is attempting to instill fear in us.

Those that are driven into a corner can be desperate, and if she is attempting to taunt us, she may be trying to illicit a certain emotion.

So, I lost everyone for a moment, and it turns up that we are following Ollienne, which, yes. Seems insane. There is a ghostly eel floating with us, and a lovely disembodied voice telling us to head off to the temple. Which doesn't seem ominous at all.

Nevertheless, we march along. I am rather searching for someone to hide behind, at this point, as I only have a pen and journal in my hands for protection. Ollienne is explaining the ethos of what is happening here, a bit. The preservation of the way of life that they have here on the island, without the need for things to pass beyond the gate. There is a fair bit of a debate on that point. She calls Charl, "The Fork", and "The Rusted Flatware", among other things, so perhaps there is a bit of anger lingering under the surface there. It's a little hard to tell.

Apparently she believes that Charl will act as judge and executioner to the island that she wishes to save. She asks those that wish to see the truth, and to save the island, to go with her. Some few walk away immediately, one going so far as to shout something toward the sky along the lines of, "See Charl? This is me -- going!" but most follow along out of curiosity. There are questions asked about the mist, which are called protection for the isle.

I will note here, that Veidae made a portal for people to escape to. All the while that we are taking this scenic stroll, there is a massive storm lashing the island, and we were being offered the chance to step through it in that tent. It had crossed my mind to go and hear Ollienne's side of the story, so that I could write a few things down, but I was surprised to see quite so many people standing beside her. As she walked along, people kept asking her to clarify what the grand "plan" was, and she was vague on that point.

We saw Kellipso slip into the temple with us, and the artist quickly painted a scene on the ground that was familiar. It was the painting of people wandering up to a peak, and tossing their valuables down below. I glanced at the heights around us and slid toward the back of the group a bit, because I figured that I knew where this scenario was going. Others voiced their misgivings as well, and I am not certain, but maybe we lost another person or two as we wandered toward the box of candles.

She told people to take a candle and light it. I pretended to ignore her and kept scribbling words down, others just flat out refused. Some grabbed their candles and began chanting praises to Ghezresh, so thee is that. Most, it seemed, were willing to play along. I wondered if there was a plan in the works here that I was not privy to, so again, curiosity compelled me to follow as well.

We reached the summit, and were told to place our candles on the altar and choose our flavor of sacrifice to Ghezresh. At which point I closed my book, turned on my heel, and attempted to bid the group a fair evening.

Unfortunately, the mists had me locked in place at the ankles, and I was unable to shift my feet. I will admit that I was vexed by that, and even more so, by the fact that my thoughts became so sluggish and muddled that I could not communicate my thoughts properly. Panic began to well up inside of me, and I grabbed Daevian, attempting to hide myself under the arm of his coat. Unable to explain to him why I was so upset made me even more frantic, and I began to frantically move my fingers, trying to get anyone to hear me.

Then Magister Svala leaned in and whispered in my ear that I should not hide my gaze. Staring into her snow white eyes jarred me to my core, and grounded me in a way that no one else could ever have done in a heartbeat of time. I took a breath, and immediately corralled my thoughts, nodding firmly, even though I still clung to Daevian like a burr.

''Yukito sat back and sighed, staring out across the pier blankly, before bending back over his journal. His quill brushed his cheek as he wrote, squinting against the morning sun.''

So. All that happened.

What followed irritates me, but was also fascinating when I allowed myself to calmly observe it. We were dragged to the altar one by one, and told to participate in the ritual. Thinking on it now, I remember details that I will not commit to these particular pages, but cause me to wonder even more. I had thought that Ollienne's words and actions were very calculated, and that toward the end, she might have even been a bit frantic. Our actions toward the end did, indeed, help her I think. Just not in the way many might believe.

If I am correct, there is a brilliance to it all. I could almost applaud her efforts for their brilliance. Or would if our dead bodies were not collectively bumping into each other like undersea wreckage while our spirits glared down at her smug face. Still, points for style. Other details are lost to me because I snapped back to life with the taste of raw eel in my mouth, and an urgent need to immediately get on a boat.

I believe that is was fine to help the people on the island find another home that wanted to. Same with the animals. If asked if it were alright if Charl wanted to sink the island, I would say that was between Charl and Ghezresh; having spent time in the inn and tavern seeing images of what was happening to that poor Neriad, Ghezresh had what was coming to him.

Caligos was a beautiul island, and there was much that I will miss about it. There was a wall, past the graveyard, that I would sometimes go to touch, that a person could see a sort of history of the sinking of a ship, and a tidal wave. It was an eerie place, but I did like to go there. I could never truly understand that mist. There was a place with bloodstains in the back of the apothecary where it seemed to originate, but I could never understand it. And the vines strewn around the island certainly seemed as if they might have something to do with it, but I am not savvy enough on plants to ascertain that for a fact. So many things could have come together on that island for such a unique rising of that spirit to become an Arkati.

I do not feel threatened by the rituals. I rather feel that, like all the other Arkati, a person has to use, or pay homage to a domain to empower someone. Ghezresh was weakened when his followers left. He needed new ones. Ollienne provided. A person doesn't have to worship to believe. We are all aware of Ghezresh, and some now think that he has a hold on them because of what she did. She's done her job, and I have to applaud that. Whether or not that proves to be a fact... I suppose we will see. The more people believe it, the stronger he becomes, the harder it will become to break such bonds.

I think I am strange for still being fascinated by this. One thing is for certain, I promise to be VERY certain of what the actual "plan" is before following a villain as they monologue, in the future.

I mean... REALLY? What was I thinking?

'''You gently close your leather journal, taking care not to bend any of the pages.'''

"That's How You Know" - The Nicol Kings

I'm Still Standing (short story)

2022-01-12T17:52:24Z

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The hallway was quiet as Yuki popped his head out of his room. His pastel-highlighted golden hair glimmered in the morning light as he tilted his head to listen carefully, his delicate features intent as he snuck from door to door and peeked inside each room to verify that they were indeed empty. Once he confirmed that he was completely alone in the dormitory apartment that he shared with his three roommates, he eagerly set a chair by the door and hung a cheap pan on the doorknob to give himself a heads up in case someone came home early.

After that, he grabbed his phone and turned his speakers up. As soon as the first blare of loud music filled the place, he began bouncing energetically. His footsteps were light, but he sounded like a herd of puppies running from one end of the apartment to the other as he went to get a thing, forgot what that thing was, wandered back, remembered what he was doing, then backtracked to do what he meant to do in the first place... Repeatedly. While singing at the top of his lungs.

''"You could never know what it's like''

''Your blood like winter freezes just like ice.."''

No one attempted to crawl through the walls and windows to murder him for his caterwauling because it was the holidays; His neighbors were visiting family, and most of the building was empty because of winter break. He was mostly free to be as loud as he wanted, so long as he didn't set off an explosion. There were some odd folks still lingering about, but they had all sort of decided on unspoken quiet hours. He could vaguely hear music and gaming happening around him, he only really had to worry about the people he actually lived with sneaking up on him, and putting his antics online.

Again.

''"And did you think this fool could never win?

''Well look at me, I'm coming back again."''

It felt good to let off steam like this though. With school, work, and everything that came with being being on his own, Yuki didn't always feel that he was coping. Here, in his home, away from everyone else, he could just dance, and no one would care, or judge. He stopped in the middle of the large communal living area and started flailing about. It could have been considered dancing, if one was being interpretive, but he was clearly just whirling around and being silly, in between bouts of attempting, and failing to dance properly without laughing at himself. He went on like that for a few moments until he was breathless, then posed dramatically and if he was holding a microphone.

''"Don't you know I'm still standing better than I ever did!''

''Looking like a true survivor, feeling like a little kid!"''

Yuki hopped up onto the cheaply made table in front of the equally cheap sofa, and stared at his reflection in the wide and expensive television across the room. He tossed his head back and seductively ran his fingers through his hair so that the rainbow of pastels would glint from beneath the curtain of blond swishing around his ears, and winked at his dim reflection. Then he posed again and belted louder, ignoring a grumpy-sounding thump emanating from a nearby wall.

''"I'm still standing! Yeah, yeah, yeah!''

''I'M STILL STANDING! Yeah, yeah, yeah!"''

"You'd better not be STANDING on my table." An unamused growl came from Yuki's left.

Yuki startled so badly that the coffee table he was standing on gave up on life and sent him tumbling to the floor. Spluttered gales of laughter drowned out his terrified squawk, thud, and growls of complaint, but he was soon hauled to his feet and dusted off. Immediately, he attempted to grab the phone off of one of his roommates, but it was already being tucked away.

"Where did you come from?" Yuki grumbled over the sound of annoyed griping about the compromised table leg.

His other friend, who was standing back and still not giving up his phone, smirked and shook his head. "A sock would work too."

Yuki opened his mouth to say something particularly rude, but his other roommate had begun using language worse than what he had planned, and he glanced over his shoulder to keep eyes on him. "Yeah, yeah. I'll pay for it." Yuki mumbled and strode towards his room.

He paused when his second room mate tilted his head, catching his eye. There was still amusement in his expression, but also a silent question. Snorting softly, Yuki shrugged and waved his hand slightly, smiling a little to indicate that he was fine as he continued on.

The grumbling in the hall subsided a little after a few swipes of his cash app, but now Yuki felt all caged inside again. Tossing his phone onto his bed, he flung himself after it and glared at the ceiling, wanting to punch something. A run would be a better alternative, for now. Boxing didn't seem like a bad idea, though.

Flicking his music app back on, he quickly got changed as the speakers in his room murmured to him. Always moving, he swayed and bopped to the mellow beat as he zipped up his jacket against the winter chill.

''"And this is what I should have said''

''Well I thought it, but I kept it hid.."''

Yuki's deep blue eyes flicked up to the framed mirror on his wall. His slim fingers gently brushed the subtle rainbow strip glued around its edges, and he smiled at his reflection. For a moment, he felt a touch disoriented, and the room around him seemed slightly blurry. He shook his head repeatedly, but the sensation wouldn't go away, causing him a bit of alarm. All at once, everything snapped back into focus--

____________________________________________________

Yukito gazed down into his rose-gold mirror and blinked repeatedly at his own reflection as his fingers brushed the pearls on the frame. He swayed on his feet, and attempted to collect himself as he expertly and methodically investigated his own physical, mental and spiritual well-being. The mirror on his hands warmed suddenly in his palms and purred at him, "Lord Yukito, you look as handsome as ever!"

Nothing... seemed to be wrong. He was in his home, and had been idly enjoying his day as he listened to the more well-to-do sailors singing chanties as they got tipsy on Aunt Marnie's patio. The mirror in his hands had been a gift, and he secretly loved it, though he did not bring it out to gaze in very much. It was something of a guilty pleasure to have it shower him with praise and compliments. It felt good, even if it was all a bit over the top, and... not real or sincere.

Yukito set the mirror down on the table beside him, and caressed its curved back. Was he getting ill to have felt so off balance and sick just now? It wasn't happening again, so... perhaps it was nothing. Maybe he just needed to get more sleep.

Why was Eugenides suddenly on his mind? How very odd.

"I'm Still Standing" - Sir Elton John

Yukito (prime)

2022-01-12T17:46:12Z

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===General Info===
'''Yukito''' has three older siblings. He grew up relatively sheltered, and firmly prefers to live on the Western side of the [[Dragonspine]] in [[Solhaven]], away from the sometimes overprotective influence of his family.

Since leaving home, he's been witness to and part of several drawn out sieges and extended war campaigns, so has a strong desire to expand the resources and education available to the healing community at large. Not being able to heal a thing makes him intensely frustrated, and more determined to learn, to the point that it can make him a bit reckless.

He doesn't speak, and when asked why will usually just shrug to indicate a lack of enthusiasm for the topic. He uses elaborate gestures to communicate, and silently talks using [[ESP]], the occasional furtive use of a [[signal]], or a [[writable book]].

===Appearance===
:You see Chancellor Yukito Lennan the Hospitaller of the Order of Venquinor.
:He appears to be a Half-Sylvan.
:He is delicately petite and has a spritely, small build. He appears to be very young. He has deep, expressive woad blue eyes and smooth, creamy skin. He has very long, silky honey gold and chestnut brown hair that gently flirts over the curved tips of his ears. He has boyishly gentle features and a slight melancholy in his eyes.
:He has a violet-sheened silver snowflake tattooed upon his right cheek, a monochrome halfsleeve tattoo of inked brambles along his left forearm, and a blue ring tattoo on his finger.

===History===
Yukito took part in the events of the second war of the [[Griffin Sword Saga]], the [[Solhaven Cataclysm]], and the [[War of Nations]]. More recently, he has taken part of the [[Maelshyve Expedition]] into [[Rhoska-Tor]].

After the events of the [[Solhaven Cataclysm]], Yukito was inducted as a Hospitaller into the Order of Venquinor by Lord [[Paidreg]].

===Logs and In Character Notes===
[[Mist Harbor Library Lectures - 2021-03-13 - Magic Theory (log)]]

[[Maelshyve Expedition Field Notes]]

[[She's In The Garden - Log]]

[[That's How You Know You Messed Up - Log]]

===Storyline Relevant Asides===
[[Bloodjewels are Forever]]

[[Next Time, On Land]]

[[Who Needs Nydds?]]

[[In The End]]

[[Give Me the Strength to Carry On]]

[[Light on the Gray]]

[[The Point of No Return]]

[[The Lovers, The Dreamers, and Me]]

[[Smashing Silence With a Brick of Self Control]]

[[Flying Dreams]]

[[Cling to Your Lonesome Folly]]

===Player Crafted Lore===
[[Selfish Sun, and the Mirrors of the Moons]]

[[Sending You Forget-Me-Nots]]

[[Count Your Many Blessings]]

===Random Vignettes===
[[Mad World]]

[[You're Pulling That Face, In My Space]]

[[Paradox]]

[[I'm Still Standing]]

Cling to Your Lonesome Folly (short story)

2022-01-12T17:44:46Z

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Yukito stood near the edge of the jetty, his gaze trained on the looming rock formations in the distance that made up the formidable natural barrier protecting the harbor. Sprays of mist billowed around his body and obscured the rocks on the ground, barely being battled back by the light of the flickering fire nearby. It was a blissfully peaceful place to think and reflect; a spot on the island where the sounds of the ocean could soak into one's body and carry away a person's troubles along with the tides.

His attention sharpened and he deliberately let the tip of one slightly-pointed ear twitch. He had invited the children here to speak with him, and from the light step, this was likely Medijine - Yardie's Spinnerette. Yukito remained still as she assessed him and moved around on the water-slick stones. Not long after, a heavier step fell, perhaps the one named Jorry. As soon as Yukito heard the sound of the rock pile being shifted and stones being deliberately stacked, Yukito turned around and walked toward the warmth of the flames.

The little spider had her arms folded, and a distant expression on her face. Likewise, Jorry was almost exclusively focused on his task, the movements of his large hands deliberate and slow. A girl with twin braids down to her waist seated herself beside the larger boy, and began selecting rocks of her own, fitting them into the curve of her leather sling before either discarding them or placing them in a small pouch at her side.

As more of the children gathered and settled in, Yukito noticed that Mahui was not present, and made a mental note to ask Jaysehn, Alosaka, or Yardie about her. For the time being, he focused his gaze on each young face in turn. He had been a touch uncomfortable about teaching them anything. For all that he wanted to open his own school someday, or help others reach their educational goals, that did not truly include children. If he was honest with himself, Yukito hadn't the slightest clue of how to teach a child.

''It is good that you all are here.''

He had decided to simply speak with them in their minds for the lesson. Fortunately, they were old enough to be able to use the method of communication at all. Very much younger, and their minds might not have been developed enough. As it was, almost everyone turned to look up at him.

''I'm going to talk to you tonight about healing.''

Immediately, Evans scowled and Abdeliana spoke up. "Alosaka has been teaching us a lot about healing!" This brought a genuine smile to Yukito's lips, and he nodded.

''Alosaka is very knowledgeable, as are most of my colleagues. They work tirelessly to keep everyone safe and healthy in times of conflict, and in times of peace. The responsibility that an empath chooses to take on when they serve the community is important. In that regard--''

Yukito leveled a firm gaze on everyone present until they looked up at him, waiting until he had their attention.

''It is equally important that everyone does their part and learns how to take care of and protect themselves. Alosaka is teaching every one of you how to be self sufficient when it comes to your health.''

He briskly stepped toward the fire, and then tilted his head up toward the afternoon sky. His blue eyes began to glow softly. A couple of the children tensed, Medijine and Evans looking ready to draw a weapon. Even Jorry paused in his rock stacking to regard Yukito with wariness.

''What I am going to discuss with you is more internal when it comes to healing. It is about inner strength. What I am going to say to you now, you may not fully understand, and that is completely alright. Maybe someday in the future, you will remember my words.''

Evans snorted, "What good are empty words when they can't help us now?" The older boy shook his head in disgust and picked up his own stone, hurling it into the sea. Yukito watched Evans for a moment, then shrugged.

''I will openly and fully admit that if the words don't help you now, then in this moment, they will do nothing for you. They will stick with you, however, until you need them. Or perhaps, someday, you will look back on what I say and believe that what I have to share is nonsense. The POINT is the sharing, the teaching, and the knowledge being passed.''

Folding his arms, Yukito swept his glowing blue gaze over the tiny crowd.

''Stubbornness is different than strength. They appear similar in the face of adversity, but someone stubborn that has not been tested may break under pressure. Strength is built by many tests and trials. It may crack, but it will not break, and when it heals, it is stronger for it. What you are being taught now, by everyone that has gathered to your side, they are lessons from people that will give you strength not to break.''

Internally, Yukito had to pause. Was he saying too much for a group of children? Was he even making sense? The indecision caused the azure light in his eyes to falter.

Medijine spoke for the first time, "Wot'r yer eyes glowin' fer?" Her gaze wasn't exactly hostile, but she hadn't relaxed the entire time that they'd been out there. Maintaining a façade of calm, Yukito nodded toward her.

''My eyes are glowing right now because of why we are here, and because of who and what I am. I am empathic.'' Turning away slightly, Yukito folded his hands behind his back and began to pace. He knew that he was talking around the point, but it seemed easier than explaining what an Empathic Link was.

''It is hard to describe pain and loss in a comforting way. Where would a person go to seek comfort?'' At his soft mental words, Yukito could almost feel some of the children drawing away. He further gentled his tone, even as he tightened his mental grip.

''
Sorrow is normal. It is acceptable to feel confused or lost because things happen that we do not like, or understand.''

Emotion began to trickle, and then flow through the link that Yukito had established. He breathed as slowly and evenly as possible, letting it all wash over him, and attempting to be a ground for it. Tupaia leaned against Orithiya, both girls dry-eyed as they listened to his words. Medijine seemed to turn to stone where she stood, her expression hard. Evans began sinking stones into the water one by one, his face averted, looking slightly furious.

''We survive. We learn. We protect what is ours - Our lives, the people we care about, our homes. We do this, in part, because we ARE too stubborn to give up. But we also do this because we take the lessons offered to us from those that have come before. We grow strong, and we continue on.''

The words were intended to help draw forth certain emotions, but Yukito knew that he was being... clumsy. It was partly his hesitation in his audience, and lack of familiarity of the technique to begin with. Abdeliana looked as if she was fighting back tears, and that alone made him believe that he should pull it all back and stop. Even the people that were not visibly emoting were giving him almost chaotic feedback - if he didn't want to hurt anyone, this needed to end. Normally, hurting someone wasn't a concern, but...

There was also a strange gap in the link. Right... '''THERE'''. Jorry was gently pushing back.

Interesting.

So this is what a budding empath's domain and energy felt like. Yukito could enforce his own will, if he wanted to, but that would be a terrible violation. The idea of it felt wrong. This young one was establishing his own identity, so to speak. The fact that he was doing so regarding this particular topic made Yukito rethink his entire approach. Jorry could tell him no - the rest around the fire could not.

This was a mistake.

Immediately, Yukito's eyes stopped glowing and he heaved a deep and heavy sigh, sitting down. There was nothing but the sound of the waves splashing the rocks for a long while. The moment seemed raw and ragged as everyone took a moment to try to figure out what in the world had just happened.

Evans snapped out of it first. The look he swept Yukito with was positively full of venom, and Yukito couldn't think of a single thing to say before the other young male stomped off toward the town. Abdeliana's voice was sad and soft beneath the sound of the roaring waves, "We just.. survive?"

For a moment, Yukito couldn't begin to answer. Then he pulled himself together and gave himself a rough mental shake. ''You live. WE live. We learn.''

The thought drifted up in his mind, ''"Even from our own mistakes."'' Even though the words were in his mind to speak to the younger people around him, Yukito didn't know if this was the correct time to share them. He had never been so... confronted by how callous he could sometimes be. With an enemy, that was a fight for one's life - did it matter what he did? This wasn't a fight, however. This was a struggle, true, but he didn't have a right to take what had not been offered up for him to fix. Jorry's energy had shaken him most; if he was correct about how how his own emanation worked... did the Arkati handle people like him so carefully and gently, knowing that they COULD overwhelm his tiny amount of will, but allowing him his freedom?

Abruptly he blurted: ''I apologize.''

Several pairs of eyes turned his way and he clenched his jaw so that he could meet them all evenly.

''It may not be a comfort to know this, but sometimes.. the person in front of you that you look to for answers will not have them. It does not mean that you should not pay heed to people that may have more experience... but it does mean that mistakes can be made.''

Arkati above, Jaysehn was going to kill him. Maybe Yardie too. He'd screwed up.

''Just now, I attempted to offer healing assistance and I did not ask proper permission. That was not correct of me. I will not do this again, save in defense of your lives.''

There was a lack of comprehension in some, but this time, Medijine turned and walked away without saying a word. Orithiya clearly said, "Why did you do this thing?"

''To ease your pain, and assist your healing. Not in a physical way, but emotionally.''

The girl's tone was firm and to the point, "This is not something that I offer you for the taking." At once, Yukito replied, his own tone stiff and formal, to try to hide own mortification, ''I understand.''

Orithiya gently tugged at Tupaia's shirt, and both girls disappeared into the oncoming evening as they walked along the jetty.

Abdelina paused for a long while, then approached Yukito where he stood with his chin level to the ground. "You can do that? Ease pain?"

Swallowing hard, Yukito had to bite his lip hard before dipping his chin. ''I would attempt to accept your pain as we speak together. Over time, we would work to soothe it and make it less. It is more my.. talent to force these things, because my place has been on the field of battle. As I have learned to not simply snatch away physical pain from those that may wish to hold onto it, I can learn to not steal away emotional pain.''

After a moment, the young woman hugged herself and murmured, "Okay. But just... not tonight." Then she too became a figure in the dark sea mist.

Jorry had been silently staring at the piles of stone, letting them tumble and bounce over the ground from his cupped hand. Yukito couldn't bring himself to say anything for a long moment. Then, he stood up and walked toward the fire, staring down at the young giant male.

Before he could say a thing, Jorry looked up at him, brown eyes determined.

"Teach me."

"A Stray Child" - .hack//Sign

Flying Dreams (short story)

2022-01-12T17:36:48Z

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Yukito's pen idly scratched on the piece of paper on the table. Dark green blotches appeared to bleed into each other beneath the light stroke of his quill, until the silver nib ran dry. He absently watched his fluffy swan plume bob and flutter in front of his nose, before setting it down.

What did anything anyone do even mean, anyway? It seemed that no matter how hard he tried to understand, nothing in the world made sense. There were hardly ever any definitive answers to be found. He hadn't even been alive half a century yet, and it seemed as if he would go mad from wanting things to be clear and easy to understand. How could humans take the ambiguity, knowing how very limited their time was? Every time a person figured out a tiny piece of the puzzle of life, or thought they did, they discovered more blank spaces to fill, or even a need to rearrange the pieces that had imperfectly jammed together. Maddening!

Yukito closed his eyes and scrubbed a hand over his forehead. He allowed his breathing to slow, and attempted to calm his mind. Eventually, after silently drifting along in his own thoughts, he plucked one from the air and focused on it.

Intent. That is what was bothering him. Ugh, Callid again.

It confused him, how Callid had lowered the barrier with what seemed to be a simple heartfelt confession and plea. The same bewilderment had swamped him when Malluch Burdos had healed a supplicant in front of a crowd. He didn't think Malluch had healed that person at all, but he had a different notion regarding this particular incident.

How had the barrier crumbled, and why? What would the connection have been between Callid's words, and its collapse? His will, alone? Had he been that desperate to keep his work secret and protected? Was either completing the work, or letting go of his obsession what made the barrier vanish? What had that barrier made of?

Yukito settled in his chair and folded his arms, gazing at the ceiling. He set his quill beneath his nose and pursed his lips to balance it, giving himself a bushy white feather mustache.

''"Perhaps I'm thinking of this a bit wrong. Perhaps I really should focus on the intent part of it. If Callid had enough will to make a barrier that would protect his interests until his objectives were complete.. then he briefly enacted his will on the area. Or someone did it for him, with specific conditions. It sounds crazy to even say, but I suppose I could liken it to a sanctuary. If he did it himself, he enacted his will on the area. If someone else did it for him, he used their power to do it. If everything I've been thinking about magic is true, anyway."''

He bit his lip hard, causing the quill to tumble to the floor.

''"If I'm close to correct, can a person feed their own power based on an obsession with an ideal alone? Or did someone do that for him, perhaps Vlashandra, and he released the accumulated energy? The latter would make more sense, honestly. She would shape it, he would power it by using it. Matter of fact, that's how she managed to get people in Landing to revive Barnom. Does Vlashandra focus her attention on people that have strong, obsessive feelings so that she can shape events?"''

Again, he didn't know. Yukito stood up and grabbed his worry stone necklace, giving it a quick twist with his fingers. Within moments, he was lightly running through the streets of Mist Harbor. Eventually, he came on the quiet bower filled with birdsong and stared at the smoothly carved features of Jaston from where the statue rose from the heart of the sculpted tree. He and Daevian had come here to contemplate as they placed gems on this altar; watching them vanish in blazes of azure light had been illuminating in more ways than one.

''"Observing what has happened and thinking about it, blaming the Arkati for their lack of involvement in our lives isn't exactly fair, now is it? We don't necessarily need to worship them, but we should still need to work together. For better or for worse, they shape this world we live in, and it may be likely that we power their intent. We must strengthen the domains of the Arkati and Spirits that will help us live in harmony."''

Yukito pressed his fingertips to his lips, then lifted his hand to touch the cool fingers of the statue. He couldn't find it in himself to dedicate to any one of these powerful beings, but he could understand why they were drawn to each other.

Exhaling very softly, barely speaking at all, Yukito haltingly called Jaston's name.

Tephra's broken face flashed in his mind's eye, and he gave his head a quick shake. Soon, they would be performing a ceremony to attempt to draw Jaston's attention. He, Meliyara, and Daevian had been trying to study the shrines and find answers, while everyone else was doing what they could to hold the enemy back and figure out how to defend.

Yukito's stomach suddenly churned with bile. He held back tears as he turned from the sheltered bower, making his way toward the street. Swiftly, he was enveloped in fog and vanished from sight. It didn't really matter if their prayer was answered. They would keep fighting and moving forward as they always had. It would just be harder, is all.

He was getting weary of chasing dreams.

"Flying Dreams" - Kenny Loggins

Smashing Silence With a Brick of Self Control (short story)

2022-01-12T17:33:41Z

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Smears of crimson soiled the muted twilight hues of Yukito's armor, and streaked down his arms in thin, dripping rivulets. Huffs and roars echoes through the labyrinth, seemingly coming from every direction. His eyes drifted momentarily closed, causing the air to waver around his slender form and vigor to surge through his body. He gripped the rainbow glaes-headed maul in his hands more tightly, and let his own soft pants of exertion fill the tense atmosphere.

The walls of this place dripped with rage and blood lust. He wasn't typically open to emotions from places, or objects, and he firmly kept the emotions of others blocked out. Here though.. in these rooms and corridors, he could almost taste it; metal, leather, sweat, and blood. The cries of the fallen, and the victorious. He stood on the precipice of discovering more, of seeking out new battle fields, of finding and witnessing glory.

If he could only become stronger.

A sound to his left had him spinning to the side and shifting his hands along the haft of his maul. Fire flashed brightly and the minotaur that had disturbed his thoughts fell to the ground with a broken neck. He made quick work of procuring the hide and stripping the body of its loot, barely thinking of his actions, or the blood coating his delicate hands as he worked. It did take his mind to other places, however.

Callid.

He had been party to sewing together people's bodies to bring his family back from the dead. Objectively, Yukito was curious about the man's expertise. It was a shame that someone so gifted was willing to throw everything away on such an objective. He didn't care about who was harmed, or where he got his materials, he only cared about the end goal. It was his question about Grishom answered, in a way. ''"What does it take to become someone like him? Is there a moment of no return?"''

Yes, there is.

Yukito stood up and lifted one hand. The remains of the minotaur drifted away on an illusory wind. Would that everything could be wrapped up so neatly. He could learn from what Callid had done. He could examine the atrocities performed, and compare them to atrocities in the past. There was still the matter of NOW, however. Could someone like Callid be saved? Eyreal couldn't be. Callid as well as had a confession letter, but it was arguable that he could be talked from his grief.

Who would take that responsibility? Who could? How would it be possible? These were things that Yukito had no answer for. It made him angry to not have these answers. The more he thought of it, the more helpless he felt. He wanted it all to get better. He needed answers. It all needed to be fixed it all somehow! Why were healers so helpless?! Why did people have to suffer? It was just so..!

Minotaurs charged into the room one after the other and tried to knock him off his feet. His weapon was knocked out his hands, causing the dune spirit at his side to flicker in worry and dart around looking for it. Yukito narrowed his eyes and began drawing circles of blue fire in the air; bones cracked and exploded around him in fountains of gore, causing the warriors to slide in slick puddles of their own blood as they attempted to get back to their feet. Yukito glanced to the side as his maul was placed back in his hand, and gave the spirit a fierce grin. It softly brushed against his side in quiet support, smelling of sun-warmed sands. Then he turned back to his foes as they charged.

He didn't realize until it was all over, but he had been howling and screaming out his pent up frustration and rage until every last one of them was dead. The stink of charred flesh, fur and blood was thick in the hair. A gash across his cheek tingled briefly before knitting itself together, not even leaving a scar in its wake.

He slung his maul over his shoulder and pulled out his skinning dagger. Silently, he knelt among the massive corpses and deftly began slicing.

"She" - Green Day

The Lovers, The Dreamers, and Me (short story)

2022-01-12T17:31:40Z

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Sometimes, everything just seemed to hurt.

Naturally, choosing to use his empathic gifts often led Yukito down roads of pain, but this was different. Despite the power welling at his fingertips, he could have chosen other paths in life. He didn't have to bruise his skin, or let himself be wounded to assist others. In fact, most of the time, he chose not to. If his choices were to hurt or be hurt, he'd rather make peace or lay a path of torment.

The scent of peaches suffused the evening air, it's summer-sweet flavor making his lips sticky and sweet as he took a swing from his bottle of wine. For some reason today, he'd known it would be a nightmare. He'd seen the black sails approaching, and quailed in fear. Perhaps the leaden defeat in Porfidat's voice had gotten to him; it seemed as if he wasn't the only one displaying just that hint of uncertainty.

Maybe that was this Warlord's biggest weapon. The despair that he seeded before his arrival. The terror that he spread. Time after time during the horrible attack, all Yuki had wanted to do was cover his ears to block out the screaming. It had brought back the nightmare from decades past. Innocents dying in the streets. He'd forgotten how horrible it was to fight the Krolvin. Maybe he'd blocked it all out. This seemed worse, somehow. Maybe because he was living through it again. He couldn't bring himself to sit in their sanctuary. He wouldn't allow himself to be trapped inside and burned alive. The thought alone had him panting in terror. Never again.

It was as if Eryael was leaning over his shoulder and exhaling a sigh of warm breath across the shell of his ear. Compelling him to meet the all-encompassing glimmer of his violet gaze framed, framed so charmingly by his soft features. Demanding that he, and everyone else, bear witness to enlightenment.

''He sleeps. He cannot harm us now.''

''Did he actually manage to teach some form of lesson, as he soaked the streets in blood? Is that why I see him in every act of torture? In simply remembering, am I honoring Mularos? Can I ever forget?''

''Eryael and the Warlord have one thing in common. They believe in teaching lessons, and breaking the spirit. There is a difference, though...''

His head tipped down, and he exhaled all the air inside his lungs in a gust of fragrant cinnamon and spice. Then he inhaled shakily and stood up, draining the last of his bottle. His fingers brushed over the label and traced Tabubu's name, before he set it aside. He'd left the isle in a hurry after the battle. He hoped the people he cared for were alright, but it was too hard to hold in his own pain and fright just now.

Yukito's feet began to move and he smoothly spirited himself away on a glide of magic. Beings that attacked him were neatly avoided, or died with a flick of his fingers. He knew these paths well, and traveled beneath the stars until the sky began to slowly turn pink with the dawn.

As he moved carefully through the forest, a feeling of being watched brought him up short. Immediately, he stopped and tilted his head upward, fidgeting in place just a bit. A Sylvan woman in hunting leather stepped from behind a tree and examined him from head to toe. The hostility faded from her expression almost immediately, but a hint of distrust still lingered on her fierce features.

Yukito didn't care. As she nodded him forward, he nodded gratefully, and increased his pace. As a light blanket of magic enveloped and accepted him, he cast a spell so that his form flickered and vanished. Within the next step, he was standing near a small gathering of people within the trees. Again, that general moment of hesitation among the women gathered, but he was entirely focused on the one with the short-cropped golden blonde hair that was striding quickly toward him.

"Yuki?" Her serious hazel eyes focused on him intently, and Yukito stared up at her silently for a moment. Then he bit back a sob and rushed right into her arms. There might have been murmurs of sympathy around them, perhaps some words commenting on the strength of his character - he ignored every one of them; his behavior wasn't entirely unexpected or uncommon in his family's fairly rare situation within the community.

For the moment, he leaned against his mother and let her lead him away from prying eyes so that he could collect himself, and stop crying. Deep within the shelter of the trees, even though he didn't entirely belong, he felt secure enough to feel his own pain, and allow it to be soothed.

"Rainbow Connection" - Kenneth Ascher and Paul Williams

The Point of No Return (short story)

2022-01-12T17:28:56Z

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Yukito had once asked Raelee her scholarly opinion on Grishom's point of no return. At what moment he had done something so irredeemable in his search for power that it had been a step too far? Had it been one careless sacrifice of life, or one hundred? When does a person become a monster? Would he himself be a monster if people got hurt in the pursuit of information, even if it was accidental? Did it become easier after your first slip? Could a person ever be careful enough? He almost wished he could ask Stone for himself, but he doubted he'd get an answer that he'd like if the opportunity arose.

He had been all over that island. Rowing until his arms were sore, trekking through the jungle, and generally peeking everywhere he could had amounted to nothing that he could readily sum up. He had some solid conclusions, but no idea of the truth of them. At least he knew more about the place, and points of interest to keep an eye on, even beyond the island's shores.

Would any of it matter? Maybe not.

During the occupation of his home, the townspeople had been plucked from their homes and off the streets so that their flesh and bone could be braided for the pleasure of the Painlord. They had been forced to put those people out of their screaming misery, not a man, woman, or child spared from those daily nightmares. If they had been offered the choice to get those people to safety, he'd have pounded on every door to try to convince them to leave.

The stakes here seemed a little higher; it was a little more difficult to rescue a person if they were taken to who knows where, than to bury a dead body. He could block it all out and escape with the twist of a piece of jewelry if he wanted. It wasn't surprising that he was distancing himself from it emotionally. Maybe most of the isle inhabitants felt that way as well. If that were the case though, it had done Ilsola no good. No... none of them had one. None at all. If he thought about it, all the residents seemed perfectly content to not have the jewelry he and his friends took for granted. Pride in a community they had lived in all their lives, perhaps? Was the pretty stone around his neck too expensive for most people to afford? Did that mean that their fate was tied with the island? So many questions.

His path of clues had been whimsical. He'd watched a rose be carried away on the wind, and it had brought his attention to the fact that the island was covered in them. Then he'd examined every nook and cranny that he could find that had them, chasing the breeze as it touched his skin. It had led him to a cottage covered in mist. He'd peeked inside, gleaning its secrets. And then given up, save to realize that mist had no real place on the island.

So he had gone flower picking to make a friend a bracelet, and the wind carried him the scent of roses again. This time, he'd discovered the baths and had a name. Paying the bored attendant, he looked at the bottles on the shelves, almost matching the ones inside the little cottage. Excited again, he followed the path of other flowers, and found a room full of mannequins and another bath house.

Yukito had wanted to know more, so he'd left the island and traveled to Illistim. It had taken some doing, but he'd gotten someone local to buy him some lovely blackberry tea there. As he sipped his treat, he'd taken another bath to wash away the travel dust before exploring. A lone mannequin caught his eye, covered in Erithi finery, surrounded by lovely artwork. Curious, but unable to figure out what it all meant, he went to one of the local inns to rest.

Before laying his head down for the night, he'd wandered the halls, drawn to an art display in the lobby that was yet to be unveiled. He'd seen so much art in his explorations, that this was intriguing. One piece was viewable by the public. A large image of Illistim in the far off distance, and construction in the foreground, with trees being cleared.

Brow furrowing, Yukito had shaken his head. Then he'd grimaced. His footsteps had been a dance of whimsy, but if his footing had not been misplaced, this wasn't good. He'd heard lots of banging and construction to the west of the isle when he was on the water, but he couldn't get close enough to see what was happening.

The main question he was asking himself was, what would he do with the information? With Ilsola missing, this could be bad. He regretted bringing up the question of the will. If he was at all right, that thing might need to be buried someplace until this was resolved. Sometimes fiddling with the puzzle was more fun than finding an answer.

Rather than linger any longer over the issue, he'd turned around and gone to sleep for the night.

"The Point of No Return" - Andrew Lloyd Webber

Light on the Gray (short story)

2022-01-12T17:27:04Z

BRIELLE:

Fireflies wove spiraling patterns of light as Yukito wandered the idyllic little harbor town of Mist Harbor. The entire place was like a children's story come to life, with vibrant colors, and perfect little shops lining the flower-filled streets. The scent of passionflowers, hibiscus, mangoes, and other luscious fragrances drifted on the brisk evening breeze. His nose twitched slightly; weaving through all of it, wild roses caressed the senses with their heady and insistent presence. He batted at a nearby bush with a flick of his hand, sending agitated insects flitting to the sky. Roses were pretty and he liked their visual appeal, but the scent of them made him want to reflexively flinch or duck at times, and that jittery feeling made him grumpy.

He sighed to himself as he walked the path up to the wooden lighthouse, deep in thought. His friend Akenna had mentioned concerns about the island in the past, but maybe he could be there for his friends if they needed it now. Certainly, he should look after his own interests in the place. It was too important a trade hub to allow to fall to any enemy; that factor alone explained its defenses and apparent wealth.

The letters read in Ilsola's office had been a puzzle, but he'd been content to only passively pay attention until the messages had been deciphered. The method of delivery and the magic itself had interested him more. That there was a threat to the island was a given. Even if the letters were pure mischief, the level of such would need to be discerned. The magic used to write the missives seemed familiar, and could even be replicated at some point. The timing of the delivery was bothering him on a more subtle level, but there wasn't much he could say about it that held merit.

Yukito reached the tall white pillar of the lighthouse and watched as its brilliant beam swept out over the dark ocean waters. Charl's Teeth glistened wetly in the distance, just visible. Head canting slightly, he turned and squinted. His pupils bloomed in the evening gray to allow his keen sylvan gaze to capture a flickering light. As the lighthouse ground heavily overhead, the blue ring of his irises swallowed the darkness of his gaze, obliterating the gentle lick of far off fire from view.

This island was full of supposed secrets. It was like a trail of tantalizing sweets to lure the unwary. He didn't consider himself particularly good at puzzles, but he was tenacious about solving ones he considered interesting until something else shiny caught his attention. This place was starting to put him on edge. It wasn't exactly threatening, because it wasn't overtly dangerous yet. He could also be wrong in his musings, and he was aware that he examined obscure possibilities. Knowing those things made him feel safe to continue his explorations. He wasn't looking forward to some of it, because it required effort on his part, but...

A wave of water crashed nearby and droplets of ice cold water rained down around him. "Ugh!" His growl was a soft whisper of irritation as he scrubbed a hand through his hair. It didn't snow on the island, but it didn't mean it didn't get cold at night. Gathering his cloak close, he turned away from the lighthouse and headed back down the path.

"Kiss From a Rose" - Seal

Light on the Gray (short story)

2022-01-12T17:25:36Z

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Yukito (prime)

2022-01-12T17:24:13Z

BRIELLE: Documenting Creative Works and reorganizing

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|class=[[Empath]]
|profession= Hospitaller
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|hobbies= Amateur Petrology
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|fears=Being Unable to Communicate
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===General Info===
'''Yukito''' has three older siblings. He grew up relatively sheltered, and firmly prefers to live on the Western side of the [[Dragonspine]] in [[Solhaven]], away from the sometimes overprotective influence of his family.

Since leaving home, he's been witness to and part of several drawn out sieges and extended war campaigns, so has a strong desire to expand the resources and education available to the healing community at large. Not being able to heal a thing makes him intensely frustrated, and more determined to learn, to the point that it can make him a bit reckless.

He doesn't speak, and when asked why will usually just shrug to indicate a lack of enthusiasm for the topic. He uses elaborate gestures to communicate, and silently talks using [[ESP]], the occasional furtive use of a [[signal]], or a [[writable book]].

===Appearance===
:You see Chancellor Yukito Lennan the Hospitaller of the Order of Venquinor.
:He appears to be a Half-Sylvan.
:He is delicately petite and has a spritely, small build. He appears to be very young. He has deep, expressive woad blue eyes and smooth, creamy skin. He has very long, silky honey gold and chestnut brown hair that gently flirts over the curved tips of his ears. He has boyishly gentle features and a slight melancholy in his eyes.
:He has a violet-sheened silver snowflake tattooed upon his right cheek, a monochrome halfsleeve tattoo of inked brambles along his left forearm, and a blue ring tattoo on his finger.

===History===
Yukito took part in the events of the second war of the [[Griffin Sword Saga]], the [[Solhaven Cataclysm]], and the [[War of Nations]]. More recently, he has taken part of the [[Maelshyve Expedition]] into [[Rhoska-Tor]].

After the events of the [[Solhaven Cataclysm]], Yukito was inducted as a Hospitaller into the Order of Venquinor by Lord [[Paidreg]].

===Logs and In Character Notes===
[[Mist Harbor Library Lectures - 2021-03-13 - Magic Theory (log)]]

[[Maelshyve Expedition Field Notes]]

[[She's In The Garden - Log]]

[[That's How You Know You Messed Up - Log]]

===Storyline Relevant Asides===
[[Bloodjewels are Forever]]

[[Next Time, On Land]]

[[Who Needs Nydds?]]

[[In The End]]

[[Give Me the Strength to Carry On]]

[[Light on the Gray]]

[[The Point of No Return]]

[[The Lovers, The Dreamers, and Me]]

[[Smashing Silence With a Brick of Self Control]]

[[Flying Dreams]]

[[Cling to Your Lonesome Folly]]

===Player Crafted Lore===
[[Selfish Sun, and the Mirrors of the Moons]]

[[Sending You Forget-Me-Nots]]

[[Count Your Many Blessings]]

===Random Vignettes===
[[Mad World]]

[[You're Pulling That Face, In My Space]]

[[Paradox]]

Who Needs Nydds? (short story)

2022-01-12T08:42:49Z

BRIELLE:

Steamy tendrils of floral fragrance drifted in lazy swirls from the lip of Yukito's cup as he lowered his tea to the small metal table. An occasional flick of his fingers properly set his spectacles over the bridge of his nose as he leaned over a stack of creamy vellum, setting each sheet to one side as they filled with notes in his neatly slanted hand. The scratching of the quill paused a moment and he brushed the soft white feather against his cheek, watching silently as people passed the Cafe Dumont patio on their way home.

Young Merissa from the town Pet Shop practically skipped by with her mother Morayna, both seemingly having a pleasant walk. They each had one of Gertie's frozen fruit cups in hand, and chatted amicably as they walked down the street toward their shop. The shop owner glanced up and gave Yukito a smile of recognition, which he returned with a grin.

He looked down at his stack of letters again, setting his quill aside. Was he being too hasty? Was it enough? Perhaps not. It was an understatement to say that charging headlong into things had gotten him into troubles in the past. However, this time, he was trying to think things through. It was making him worry more than usual.

The day school in Solhaven was wonderful. It had improved the lives of many. Children that had been displaced from their homes had received education, and generations more would hopefully step through those doors and get much needed guidance. However, after the children learned the basics and got older, what then? It was time that Solhaven expanded its educational system to allow for more advanced classes that more people could attend.

Yukito's eyes dropped to the letter resting right in front of him, nervously pushing at one corner with a slender fingertip. He'd written the opening and closing as he'd been instructed and read and reread every line, almost making himself sick with nerves. It should have been right, but he still worried.

''Your Excellency,''

''I...''

Swiftly, Yukito pushed the sheet of vellum to the side for a moment. Could he really do this? Goseana's Garters! It seemed bold. Still... he needed the permission for what he wanted. Perhaps even funds. He looked down at the sheet again and bit his lip hard, tugging wide envelopes over.

''I would like to propose a project to expand educational opportunities in the port town of Solhaven.''

''This would increase trade and commerce as local youth travel to and from the city from outlying areas. This will be especially true if there are opportunities for research, training, and the broad exchange of ideas within the town. Seeing as Solhaven is a port, there is little reason that, with dedicated attention to such a facility, there would not be an increased student population, as well as a boom in commerce.''

''My suggestion to accomplish these goals is to build an addition to the Triton Day School. The first option of several is to expand the Library so that it includes a generally accessible area for research, as well as open halls for public lectures. This may cost less coin than clearing space for an entirely new building. It would give the added bonus of allowing more dedicated funding for the library because it will be in the same building. My respectful second suggestion, if the first is not acceptable, would be to clear the area of land to the east of the Day School. Such an action would require a new building and more overall funding, but there would be more choice of...''

The letter went on, but not very much. He'd wanted to be as to the point as possible. He had a good idea of the people that he might need to further speak with. Definitely Darbo Phoop. Headmaster Rynaldi might be useful. Perhaps Kindarel. He'd done some initial small talk with them, but more in depth conversation would be needed. There had been some mild interest in offering instruction, and Mestanir had been mentioned, so members of the populace seemed to find some aspects of the idea intriguing. It would need more involvement from the community, but it could be done.

Yukito tucked sheets of vellum into envelopes and sealed them shut with pale wax. The school would not be a large center of education. Maybe not ever. But it would be Solhaven's. One envelope held the letter, and the other was stuffed with diagrams, maps, and other supporting documentation. He glanced down at his right hand, then pushed his red bronze ring into the hardening wax. He wasn't certain if that was the correct thing for him to do, but he hoped it was. A lot rode on this, and his hope was to avail himself of these expanded facilities too.

When he lifted his hand, the stamped impression of a cabochon gem surrounded by stylized rays of light and fanned by pelican feathers was impressed in the wax, a border of shells along the bottom.

Who Needs Nydds? (short story)

2022-01-12T08:42:02Z

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Steamy tendrils of floral fragrance drifted in lazy swirls from the lip of Yukito's cup as he lowered his cup of tea to the small metal table. An occasional flick of his fingers properly set his spectacles over the bridge of his nose as he leaned over a stack of creamy vellum, setting each sheet to one side as they filled with notes in his neatly slanted hand. The scratching of the quill paused a moment and he brushed the soft white feather against his cheek, watching silently as people passed the Cafe Dumont patio on their way home.

Young Merissa from the town Pet Shop practically skipped by with her mother Morayna, both seemingly having a pleasant walk. They each had one of Gertie's frozen fruit cups in hand, and chatted amicably as they walked down the street toward their shop. The shop owner glanced up and gave Yukito a smile of recognition, which he returned with a grin.

He looked down at his stack of letters again, setting his quill aside. Was he being too hasty? Was it enough? Perhaps not. It was an understatement to say that charging headlong into things had gotten him into troubles in the past. However, this time, he was trying to think things through. It was making him worry more than usual.

The day school in Solhaven was wonderful. It had improved the lives of many. Children that had been displaced from their homes had received education, and generations more would hopefully step through those doors and get much needed guidance. However, after the children learned the basics and got older, what then? It was time that Solhaven expanded its educational system to allow for more advanced classes that more people could attend.

Yukito's eyes dropped to the letter resting right in front of him, nervously pushing at one corner with a slender fingertip. He'd written the opening and closing as he'd been instructed and read and reread every line, almost making himself sick with nerves. It should have been right, but he still worried.

''Your Excellency,''

''I...''

Swiftly, Yukito pushed the sheet of vellum to the side for a moment. Could he really do this? Goseana's Garters! It seemed bold. Still... he needed the permission for what he wanted. Perhaps even funds. He looked down at the sheet again and bit his lip hard, tugging wide envelopes over.

''I would like to propose a project to expand educational opportunities in the port town of Solhaven.''

''This would increase trade and commerce as local youth travel to and from the city from outlying areas. This will be especially true if there are opportunities for research, training, and the broad exchange of ideas within the town. Seeing as Solhaven is a port, there is little reason that, with dedicated attention to such a facility, there would not be an increased student population, as well as a boom in commerce.''

''My suggestion to accomplish these goals is to build an addition to the Triton Day School. The first option of several is to expand the Library so that it includes a generally accessible area for research, as well as open halls for public lectures. This may cost less coin than clearing space for an entirely new building. It would give the added bonus of allowing more dedicated funding for the library because it will be in the same building. My respectful second suggestion, if the first is not acceptable, would be to clear the area of land to the east of the Day School. Such an action would require a new building and more overall funding, but there would be more choice of...''

The letter went on, but not very much. He'd wanted to be as to the point as possible. He had a good idea of the people that he might need to further speak with. Definitely Darbo Phoop. Headmaster Rynaldi might be useful. Perhaps Kindarel. He'd done some initial small talk with them, but more in depth conversation would be needed. There had been some mild interest in offering instruction, and Mestanir had been mentioned, so members of the populace seemed to find some aspects of the idea intriguing. It would need more involvement from the community, but it could be done.

Yukito tucked sheets of vellum into envelopes and sealed them shut with pale wax. The school would not be a large center of education. Maybe not ever. But it would be Solhaven's. One envelope held the letter, and the other was stuffed with diagrams, maps, and other supporting documentation. He glanced down at his right hand, then pushed his red bronze ring into the hardening wax. He wasn't certain if that was the correct thing for him to do, but he hoped it was. A lot rode on this, and his hope was to avail himself of these expanded facilities too.

When he lifted his hand, the stamped impression of a cabochon gem surrounded by stylized rays of light and fanned by pelican feathers was impressed in the wax, a border of shells along the bottom.