Yardie (prime)/Rebuttals And Readjustments
- So...to the people that are in charge of the Wiki: I am not on the officials and will never be on the officials. I do not check my wiki for messaging as intently, so if there is something that needs to be said, there are avenues you can use to reach me. But I want it to be known that I did speak to Kethrain in- and out-of-character, and RPed this stance with Jaired IC, and these are things my character said he would do... and he's doing it. If you need to reach me, my Discord is IronMan#4196.*
- Having said that, this is a continuation of stories happening with the Panicky Phantom and Elanthia, and the names mentioned have their approval. I should NOT have to explain myself about Iskandr and Draelor, as we've been friends for over twenty years, but I can show a receipt if that is needed as well. All of these have been written with their approval and if you need to reach out to them, do so. Finally, Medijine/Spinnerette is a character created from the Quilic storyline What Dreams May Come. As she is a character in Yardie's storyline, that should clear that up....hopefully. Again, if you need more info, hit me up, please. Cheers.
“Why you can’t take care of me?” shouted Medijine in her broken Common, pacing around, her freckles taut, glancing at the Dark Elf seated at the marshmallow-hued teakwood sofa. She gazed long and hard, noting his well-defined arms clamped on either side of his head, amethyst eyes locked upon the plait-woven dark blue-grey vaslavilen rug, the white splotches peaking like a wave’s crest. “I stay with you! You are my teacher!”
Yardie’s brow creased. “Spinnerette—”
“What did I do?” She clamped Yardie’s interlocked hands, clutching them tightly. “What did I do?”
Yardie released all the air from his lungs as he carefully crafted his words. “Spinnerette, you saw Wrendiel.” He wanted to tell her about Wrendiel’s threats, about the Umbral Syndicate, about the disappearances of Agathliea and others, and the strange visitor that the Panicky Phantom managed to subdue before sending him as a gift to the Ta’Mori. Instead, he kept his words brief and to the point. “People around me are not safe. I am trying to protect you.”
“I can take care of myself!”
Yardie glanced up slowly, gazing like a stern parent. “No, not like this.” He shifted his gaze toward the side of her hip, where he could see the familiar mass of a hilt. “That dagger remains unconcealed. Your stealth has improved; what happens when you’ve no place to hide?”
“I can fight,” the young girl answered.
“You can,” Yardie agreed. “But you can’t fight them all. They are highly adept at magic. They will target anyone aligned with me, and already have. Therefore, you should be kept safe.” Yardie dropped to a knee, taking in another breath. Agathilea. Iskandr. Draelor. They were all gone, and he felt his heart clench at the thought of another loved one swallowed by Faendryl fanatics. “Besides, consider this the next part of your training.”
“Training?” That shifted the negativity, just a tad. “Who will train me?”
“Her name is Helnora. She will take you in her van. You’ll be safe, and you’ll have another family. She is a pugilist, rather vicious in combat, but she’s…” he tried to find the words to describe her without breaching levels of respect. Attraction sometimes made it difficult to do so, and Helnora had an indescribable charm. “She’s…genuine.” That was the word he settled upon, and it was one of the greatest attributes he appreciated in a world full of deception.
“But Mister Yardie—”
“Please, Spinnerette. Just trust me. Please.” Yardie held his imploring gaze, then, when the girl ran out of the home, closed his eyes. *That went better than I anticipated.*
Wearily, he approached the desk, removed the silvery lor quill jutted in his ear, readied a sunbleached sheet of parchment, and began writing in Dark Elven.
- To the Daesavreh Tristar and whomever else it may concern,*
- I have informed the Vanguard of Mahkra about the search for the missing Palestra, and they will operate as needed. Our job is to serve as needed and provide assistance to whatever you may need. If it means protecting the summoners on-site in Lake Eanok, then that is what we will accomplish. If it is to aid in the destruction of demons, then that is what we will do. In short, we are available to provide our services as earned from our Trials as needed.*
- On another note, I have spoken to some of the Faendryl, and some of their viewpoints are problematic at best. First, I believe anyone who shares Faendryl blood, whether both lineages are fully Faendryl or not, remains Faendryl. As such, I do not look at their birth as a deformity or a mistake. Instead, I look at them as I would look at our fellow Faendryl kindred. I know I am in the minority on this, but I have never been one to shy away from my words or beliefs, and I will hold to that position to my very last breath.*
- In addition, I was surprised to hear some of the stances regarding my fellow Vanguard and their position at Palestra. No, we did not train in the Academies back home. However, we did venture out through Elanthia, and our feats and accomplishments, especially those accomplished by people like Lord Dhairn and Madame Ketsimney, surely make up for decades of tutelage behind the walls of New Ta’Faendryl. We do not view our position at Palestra as one that deserves some special note, for we answered the call and risked our very lives to prove ourselves in the eyes of our House and the Patriarch. Perhaps it is our Patriarch putting us at odds because of competition; however, to those who diminish our efforts, I would ask them to face a vathor, to feel the blue-black flames coursing their skin, and to feel their magic and ferocity if they see the accomplishment as a “conditional victory.”*
- I would add that if they view us Palestra outside the walls of New Ta’Faendryl as an “other” of some sort, then it would not matter their full lineage. I have already given my endorsement to a native of New Ta’Faendryl named Kethrain, who has Faendryl blood. I will offer another endorsement, one who is equally deserving of the opportunity to prove themselves and silence those racist cries from people who commented from a distance. His name is Jaired, and he has my endorsement, as one is required to commit to the eventual Trials. I am willing to bet that both will prove those ignorant statements of inferiority wrong, for our blood ascends the limitations of flesh, bone, and sinew, and our might as Faendryl should never be questioned.*
- If there are any issues with what I have said, then I will gladly accept the consequences thereof. I speak my mind, always, despite what anyone might say or believe, and if I am the only Faendryl voicing these positions so adamantly, at the cost of making myself look a fool, well, it would not be the first time.*
- I await your response.*
- I remain,*
- Yardie.*
Giving the document a once-over, he wrote several matching letters, sealed them, and sent them along to the recipients. He was making noise, again. But this time, he welcomed the pushback, as he felt he had righteousness on his side.