[OPEN] words engraved in the sand

[bearshermark]

WHO: Eleven and every OPEN
WHEN: Travel month
WHERE: On the road to Taravast~
WHAT: All the things
WARNINGS: blood rain, and mention of sickness (thanks Xie Lian)



1. Riding Tips?

Eleven doesn't consider himself an expert on many things, but having won a few notable horse races, he feels somewhat obligated to approach anyone looking out of their depth when it comes to their mounts.

"Hey." He does his best to temper the amusement in his eyes and tone. "I might be able to help you, if you'd like."


2. Sick

Whatever enjoyment he'd gleaned from that first day of travel was swiftly lost that evening over dinner, and through the course of the day immediately following. Face pale and his expression tight with discomfort, Eleven fought down bouts of queasiness with the singular focus of not getting sick all over his horse.

Later, as the sun began to set, he brought his horse up to the nearest person he recognized and pitched his voice to a low almost-whisper lacking all usual vigor.

"..Have you heard when we're stopping?"


3. Camp

Once he's more or less recovered from his bout of illness, Eleven sets about camp with a familiar smile and eagerness to help. Setting up tents, supply distribution, relaying messages and with the self-appointed task of helping look after their collection of elk, horses, and donkeys.

Then with his non-toxic dinner in hand, he seeks out a familiar face to settle next to.

"Mind if I join you?"


4. Watch

He'd been forced to opt out of shifts for the nights he spent recovering from his illness, but determined to make up for it, Eleven signed himself up for every night thereafter.

Between the mists and the harpies, accompanied by the occasional voice on the wind, there is plenty to be watchful of.

"The horses are getting nervous," he observes with a frown and a will to go to them. Their ears twitch, hooves pawing at the ground on occasion.

"Do you think we should check...?"


5. Tar Collection

It isn't pleasant work, shoveling tar into barrels. Stepping in it, getting it all over his gloves and boots; black, stuck ink that enjoys staining everything it touches. He takes to wearing his cloak to cover his travel wear while he works, at peace at least with the idea that every ounce of muck they pried out of the waters would help the nearby plants and wildlife.

And well, after turning all his leftover coin to Wei Wuxian for supplies again, Eleven is looking forward to possibly having coin enough to treat himself to a good meal once they finally reach the city.

Sometimes, he thinks he sees something in the murk; an odd latticework of shadow reflecting back at him. After a few occasions of this over the days, he finally dredges up the nerve to ask:

"Is there... something in there, you think?"


6. First blood rain

The rain came unexpected, late into the night. He'd been certain there weren't clouds enough for rain. The wetness was expected, but then after, the smell and odd warmth, the thickness of it-

Eleven lifted a hand and smeared it like ink between his fingers, then called up a brief flame to examine it by.

"This can't really be-"

Heart in his throat, he snuffed the flicker of fire and let a new chill soak through him as he glanced wildly about for a source while it soaked into his hair and slid down his scalp. He couldn't suppress a grimace, or the shudder that accompanied it as the nausea from his previous illness threatened to resurface. His voice, taking a turn for distress as nothing seems to stand out.

"What is happening?"


7. Wildcard!

[ooc: hmu with anything adjacent to these prompts, or anything else that suits this travel time! feel free to pm/plurk if you'd like to work out anything in particular]

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[darkeststars]

"Well, look on the bright side." Archeval's low drawl was quite sardonic indeed. "The harpies won't want to fly down through this mess, so any creature actually likely to attack us right now would probably be far less corporeal. If anything those sleeping might be in more danger than those of us awake to keep watch."

He spread his hands in a shrug, probably well aware that his calling his 'bright side' less than comforting would be a gross understatement, and went back to staring out toward the storm.

[bearshermark]

"Far less corporeal," Eleven repeated doubtfully, with an equally dubious glance back at his companion. He crossed his arms and shook his head, then grimaced along with the feeling of heavy, stiffening strands brushing against his skin.

"..That would make them even more of a nuisance to fight."

He wished it were normal rain. At least that would be pleasant to watch, if not to travel or sleep beneath. Not that he could imagine sleeping at all, now. He sighed resignation to a long night.

"It doesn't look as though it's going to let up soon, does it?"

[darkeststars]

"I haven't the faintest idea, but if I were to guess based on our little group's track record thus far on this world, seems a safe bet that we're stuck with this until we've all reached the very end of our endurance," Arche drawled out, a grimace of distaste crossing his face.

"...honestly I've never seen anything like it. I've visited worlds that were mostly underwater, worlds where just breathing the air would slowly kill you... but blood rain is a new one. I'd wonder if there was something to be done about it, but--"

He glanced around one more time uneasily in the dark.

"......seems so quiet otherwise. The silence of the grave out here, for once."

With a frustrated, perturbed sort of sigh, he finally shifted to put his back against the cliff rock and simply plop down on a clean portion of the ground, pulling his lightsaber from his hip to rest in his lap as he continued to look about keeping watch.

"I suppose the only thing to do is settle in for the long haul."

[bearshermark]

Eleven frowned, humming a short, thoughtful note.

"I'd guess the dead need to be appeased, but.. I don't know what that means. Perhaps after some time, their grief will ebb."

A guess, based on what little he knew. Archeval's earlier observations, the simple fact that these were restless undead spirits and this bloody rain was their doing. He'd mull through possibile solutions, but given nothing was immmediately forthcoming, Eleven plucked up his coat only to toss it bloody side down near Archeval and settle onto the relatively cleaner lining of the fabric.

Other ideas had slowly begun to click together the longer he'd had to think about them, alongside the more Archeval alluded to.

"Other worlds," he sighed, able to imagine it now after having spent weeks subconsciously piecing together context on a cosmic scale. Grand concepts he'd only loosely grasped before and skimmed over for the simple fact that they felt too large to think about felt more solid, now.

"Sometimes I feel like this one is made for damned souls, so full of darkness and death that the hope of life and light seems futile. Testing my faith in such things.."

Even the garden at the farmhouse, so full of preciously tended life, trampled in the aftermath of battle had dragged at his spirit. It was such a small, insignificant thing in the scale of the fight and their lives, but still he'd keenly felt its loss.

Eleven folded his hands in his lap, laced into an unconscious, inert prayer.

"I wonder if things were different, thousands of years ago. If maybe the answer to all of this is written in an ancient text of this world's history somewhere."

[darkeststars]

"If there is an answer to be had," Arche shrugged, staring out into the downpour with pursed lips.

"Could we really be so lucky as for there to be a single source that this place's whole undead problem started from? If the Sa-Hareth region is not unique -- I can't imagine an entire world's ills could be summed up so neatly."

He raised his brows out toward the storm then with a wry look.

"Suppose I could see this as some kind of afterlife, though, if that exists."

Certainly, he didn't remember dying this time around, but he had only the barest recollection of how he'd gotten here at all. Some assassin getting the drop on him at an opportune moment with a way to negate his powers was never entirely out of the question, particularly given that even Arche himself didn't have a full explanation for everything he was apparently capable of.

"I would've hoped to become one with the Force at my death, but perhaps that's not possible for Sith, or. Perhaps just not for someone who's cheated as I have." His lips twitched into a humorless little grin in the dark, but after a moment that expression smoothed out into a more thoughtful one as he slowly turned his head back over El's way.

"...though if this were such a place, I'd have to wonder what you are doing here. You did say something about having traveled to a Void when we first met, didn't you? Do you think your goddess would really test your resolve in such a fashion? Can't imagine you would ever find your way to an afterlife full of the damned on your own merits."

[bearshermark]

Eleven smiled; perhaps that had been a little too optimistic.

"Maybe not one source," he amended. If the answers were out there, maybe they could piece it together from multiple tomes. ..Provided of course, that he learned to read the language- which admittedly, was something he'd considered asking Archeval before. Perhaps he should.

He breathed a sigh, smile slight in the dark, though waning. To think the man still thought so well of him.

"It's true She isn't a vindictive goddess, but this world could serve as a vision of what Erdrea might become if I don't manage to restore Her- a reason not to fall to despair."

Eleven raised his shoulders in a shrug. "But what do I know? It looks like we're relying on you for answers, now. I might not be able to help with Unhalad, but if you could use extra eyes on research, I could try to learn.."

[darkeststars]

"Well, if you think this is your great tree telling you to pick up, take heart and keep going, then at least she's a sensible soul."

As firepits across the camp guttered, their last embers starting to die under the dark downpour, it grew harder and harder to make out one another's faces in the night; but Arche's murmured voice sounded quite wry again indeed as he watched Eleven quietly.

"Research, though?... Ah, you mean the language. Well, if you want to see what you can make of the things I managed to rescue, you're certainly welcome to it." He scratched his head with another half-visible grimace in the dark.

"With the mess the farm was in, a number of my things got caught in the crossfire. Saved the most useful of my personal notes, so that's something, but a number of books and things I'd collected didn't make it -- to say nothing of that old study, of course. Still. There should be enough preserved to start showing you some essentials, I think, if you're truly interested."

[bearshermark]

Eleven winced. While the farmhouse had ended up in disaster, he'd been largely responsible for the state of the study. Books, documents and the like had been deemed largely unimportant in his haste to shove them out of the way to make way for medical supplies.

His hands twisted in his lap. "I think I should try to learn; there's too much we don't know and topics I want to be able to research that might not be of interest to many others. But I don't expect to manage quickly, so if teaching me takes up too much of your time.."

[darkeststars]

"And what else exactly am I doing around here?" There was no mistaking the amusement in Archeval's tone.

"Don't be so modest, hero, I've already agreed. I think we should have as many eyes poring over the documents we've managed to collect as we possibly can, and if you want to try to bring in extra intelligence for us so much the better. Though I suppose only time will tell if Sa-Hareth's local language proves any use at all over in Taravast." He shifted to glance around a bit in the dark some more, perhaps still keeping watch for threats, but there continued to be nothing to see out in the dark save the eerie storm above them and the uneasily quiet camp.

"How many languages have you learned before?..."

[bearshermark]

Eleven ducked his head with a flush he was grateful Archeval wouldn't be able to see. Still, the rueful self-consciousness remained plain in his voice.

"I, ah, grew up in the mountains.." He was frequently reminded of his lack of education across his journey and since arriving in this world, but largely, he managed well enough that it wasn't an issue.

"And I've only been travelling for just over a year now, so it.. I haven't, really.."

[darkeststars]

"....oh. None? Really? At all?"

Given that Arche was never shy about expressing his less positive feelings, perhaps Eleven could at least take some solace in the fact that the other young man didn't seem to sound derisive or scornful, just... deeply confused by the very idea.

"Huh. I suppose on a pre-spaceflight world, if there isn't multicultural contact enough to need such things..." He glanced off into the rain again with a blink, momentarily distracted from the unsettling surroundings by his own bafflement.

"...you didn't even have a local dialect, though? Trade tongue? Some neighboring state sending by foreigners to your mountains once in a while?... Hm. Well, nevermind. Doesn't matter really, it will just take some extra steps."

He scratched his head a little with a brief frown off toward the storm.

"I grew up using two, so I may not be the best teacher for someone who's never known a second language. But now that I think on it, surely that can't be an uncommon state of affairs around here -- the locals in Sa-Hareth certainly seemed to have a singular one they'd settled on, as much as I could tell. I'm sure I can get you started on the basics, and perhaps we can ask around if it seems my methods aren't doing the trick."

[bearshermark]

Provincial nobodies were words Eleven would never say aloud for the sole reason of whose mouth they had come from and the derision with which they were spoken, but effectively, to the rest of the world..

"I um, started to use more.. correct? words?" he hazarded, "Once I left my village, it was pretty obvious I was from uh, the countryside, and you know, I found myself in front of royalty a lot, so.."

He cleared his throat. "But other than that, some regions have their own local languages, I just never spent enough time in them to pick up more than a word or two. I'll do my best to learn, of course, just.. know I'm not trying to be purposely slow."

[darkeststars]

"You did your best to sound the part they were expecting to hear." Archeval nodded along knowingly in the dark.

"Hn, I'd be more surprised if I ever thought you were trying to waste my time on purpose. Over our short acquaintance I don't believe you've ever done anything so much as remotely impolite to me without twenty disclaimers and apologies in advance, have you?" he observed, vaguely amused again.

"We'll figure it out. With so little material to go on, I've really only been groping around myself, of course. Honestly, a great deal of this has felt less like picking up a language and more like cracking an enemy code."

[bearshermark]

Eleven laughed shortly, relieved to know that at least Archeval had never felt slighted by anything he'd said or done. For that, he resolved to keep hold of his own patience if the man proved to be a difficult mentor.

"Okay," he agreed, the tension in his shoulders easing up at last. "Thank you."

Eleven breathed a short sigh and let his arms stretch out over his loosely bent knees. The blood rain showed no signs of stopping even through the entirety of their conversation, and still it seemed there was nothing for it. He let the silence linger awhile before breaking it once more with a hesitant breath.

"While we're here, I guess- if you want- I'd be interested to hear more about the worlds you've visited. I don't know many of my own travels would be interesting to you.."

[darkeststars]

"I'd say at least one of us should go take a break from keeping watch and try to get some sleep, but all things considered..."

Arche's wry stare out at the ongoing, ominous storm wasn't really visible in the dark at this point, but it certainly wasn't hard to figure out what he was talking about.

"Since we're liable to be here all night at this rate, might as well pass the time somehow. And certainly, hearing about a planet I've never been to is always quite enlightening as far as I'm concerned," he went on, glancing El's way again as he shifted where he was leaned against the rock. Seemed they were settling in for the long haul.

"...but all right, then. What would you like to hear about? Name it."

[bearshermark]

Eleven grinned and pretended to think about it for a moment.

"You said you wanted to return to the Force when you died," he recalled, his curiosity piqued then, but not enough to derail to ask. "It sounds like returning to Yggdrasil in Erdrea. I wonder.. if the Force is similar to that cycle. A grander scale, absent a tree... more widespread, developed magic."

He hummed shortly, alight with the idea despite their circumstances. "Is there a known source? Has anyone's spirit ever been reincarnated?"

[darkeststars]

Archeval gave a thoughtful hum, turning the lightsaber around slowly in his lap.

"I've read a bit about the notion, but -- no, I don't know if reincarnation truly exists, or has happened in practice or not. It's a big galaxy, though. There are so many strange things out there, I hesitate to call much of anything truly impossible, only unheard of. Still..."

He reached up to stroke his chin with one gloved hand. They'd been sitting here long enough that he'd almost managed to forget he was still dirty with dried blood, but... not quite.

"To be one with the Force... this means to rejoin the energy that suffuses all of life, all of creation, even the blank vacuum spaces between the stars. To be a little bit part of everything," he said softly, staring up into the dark sky once more.

"What I do know is that those who achieve this oneness, if they were strong of will in life, or particularly adept Force-users, can sometimes still manifest themselves as visible spirits to interact with the living. This is different from restless Force ghosts who have refused oneness, who fear moving on. So even when fusing with the energy of the universe one can, it seems, still retain their individual personality. But of course, not everyone who dies does this, and probably not all would even want to. We are born of the Force and return to the Force, so -- perhaps something of those who've passed, when they are ready to let go completely, is reformed into the souls of those born anew. Who knows. I have no proof it's true, but I know of nothing to refute such an idea either."

[bearshermark]

Eleven let the concept as it was described wash over him with a small smile.

"It sounds beautiful," he sighed, imagining for a moment, what sort of peace a spirit like Archeval described must feel. A loss of humanity, but imbued with creation and void- balance, oneness.. guidance.

He closed his eyes and leaned back, humming softly as loose ideas tethered and branched off to possibilities both probable and not. A mild headache threatened to gather for his efforts, but it was worth it to imagine- a much preferred distraction from the rain and its likely source.

"I'm the reincarnation of the Luminary before me. Beyond this mark and this light, I don't have any connection to him, however. My companions Veronica and Serena are said to be reincarnations of the great sage Serenica.. but this is divine wisdom. Who's to say that we ever would have known, otherwise- if we share anything else in common. They lived centuries ago. By nature, it's difficult to prove.."

[darkeststars]

"That only stands to reason," Arche agreed, still thoughtfully scratching his chin.

".....to know the exact place your soul comes from is a strange thought. Sounds... stifling, to have that extra layer of expectation on you, atop everything else. I've met old Lord Kallig's ghost a few times, and while he certainly has some strong notions about how I should go be a good little Sith and return our family line to glory on his behalf, I've never felt literally incapable of just telling him to piss off."

He paused to glance up at the sky for a moment, voice briefly turning acerbic:

"And if you're listening, old man, I am as always grateful for the assist, and I mean it very seriously that you're never getting more grandchildren so you can just give up and move on with your unlife already."

Arche's gaze turned back Eleven's way once he'd apparently said his piece to his absent ancestor, slipping back into quiet thoughtfulness.

"I suppose if you're literally, in some ways, the same person as your predecessor, there's probably no way to... simply speak to him like that, hm?..."

[bearshermark]

Eleven shook his head. "No. I've only wished I could reach out to him for some sort of insight. There isn't a guide for banishing darkness in Erdrea."

He fell quiet a moment, mulling over Archeval's message and their implications. Finally, disconcerted thoughts settled into a more reasonable explanation than the one he'd immediately puzzled over.

"So that man.. he was your grandfather?" If so, then what Archeval had told him happened far more recently than he'd first imagined. Still, slightly less disconcerting than the idea of him having children.

[darkeststars]

"Well-- sort of?" Archeval frowned, sounding a little caught off-guard by the line of questioning.

"With several centuries in between. I don't exactly know how one would count that many generations back, they wouldn't be literally grandchildren, I just mean-- Nevermind, the point is I'm not having any," he repeated, raising his voice just a little to firmly inform the dark sky one more time.

"...that's a shame, though. If your world is going around thrusting all of that onto one being's shoulders, the least it could do is give you an example to look back on. But I suppose, if you have no idea who he used to be really--"

Arche leaned forward to rest his cheek against one hand, elbow against his knee, as he contemplated El thoughtfully in the dark some more.

"Well. At least once you're on the other end of all those trials, your chains are broken. Your life is your own, whatever you choose to do with it after. No one can try to force you into that mold."

[bearshermark]

Eleven laughed some relief, though there was a guilty assumption there that was perhaps far more impolite than anything. Maybe Archeval would make for a good parent with more years on him. But, well, if he was set on not, then just as well.

He mused a noncommittal note in response to the man's observations of himself. "I haven't thought that far. Well," he corrected himself with another half-laugh. "There's a part of me that dreams of retiring. A fisherman in Lonalulu in a place so remote I could pretend to be ordinary. Or a smith. But..."

Eleven stretched his legs out. "What's ahead seems so overwhelming that it's hard to imagine. Hendrik says there's a future where we've already succeeded, but I know I'm very far from becoming that person now."

[darkeststars]

A shrug from Archeval again.

"I suppose I know what you mean. When survival is on the line it's easy to get swept up in that, but. Don't think it's ever a bad thing to at least consider the future. We have to have something to fight for, don't we? Something to look toward?"

Green eyes glinted just faintly in the dark as a shrewd gaze turned El's way once more.

"And yes, I know you're fighting for the future of your planet and the good of your people and all that, but don't try to tell a Sith that your own desires mean nothing. Even if it's only retiring to the middle of nowhere to go fish."

[bearshermark]

Eleven smiled, nodding slowly. The future had always been vaguely intimidating, until there was no time for such thoughts. He'd had a difficult enough time living up to the present. And now, so focused on redeeming himself, of regaining his light in order to restore it to others..

That fisherman's offer in Lonalulu called to him. A simple life- that was what he wanted.

"I want a garden," he decided, "And I don't want to become Prince of Dundrasil." A beat to imagine saying so directly to his grandfather's face. Then guiltily, as though already having to concede and rationalize that particular argument. "Or at least.. not for a few years, after. It'll take time to restore, anyway."

[darkeststars]

"Take it from me," drawled Arche wryly.

"If you don't want it, don't do it. Everyone might be convinced right now that you're the only name for the job, but a power vacuum never stays vacant for long. They'll find someone -- or you could just as well appoint someone yourself. Other beings can say whatever they want, they aren't the ones stuck actually living your life."