04-09-2023, 04:02 PM
The fall of his kingdom didn’t truly affect Tharion, who never really spends much of his time underneath the waves. Since the world shift that had split his territory into Beqanna’s, he finds himself amongst the rivers and oceans of the earth, only returning to Baltia for the occasional underwater parties. There, he had been undeniably popular, but mostly he finds court and politics boring, and a favorite past-time of his had become watching the Beqannians and interacting with them.
He is not a complicated man like most of the Baltians - he has also met many Stratosians in his travels, and though they were generally not as perceptive to him, there are a few he would dare call friends. Does that make him a traitor to his kind? If he’s honest, he doesn’t care.
From whispers on the wind, Baltia and Stratos have both fallen and are just common lands now, absorbed into Beqanna. Their rulers had been found dead, and Beqanna had reclaimed her narrative.
Summer finds the kelpie sunning himself along the bank of the river in the common lands, the blue-streaked fins on his long tail glistening wetly as he flicks water over himself to cool off. This is a familiar resting place for him, close enough to the water to be comfortable, but far enough upstream to properly observe the natives.
He wonders what falls further up the river, but never seems to find himself further than the curves through the Meadow. He knows the Beqannians worship strange gods, and their mountain range is where they go to make their pleas, and there are new (old?) lands beyond them, but Tharion isn’t a Beqannian, and has no place upriver.
@Raea
He is not a complicated man like most of the Baltians - he has also met many Stratosians in his travels, and though they were generally not as perceptive to him, there are a few he would dare call friends. Does that make him a traitor to his kind? If he’s honest, he doesn’t care.
From whispers on the wind, Baltia and Stratos have both fallen and are just common lands now, absorbed into Beqanna. Their rulers had been found dead, and Beqanna had reclaimed her narrative.
Summer finds the kelpie sunning himself along the bank of the river in the common lands, the blue-streaked fins on his long tail glistening wetly as he flicks water over himself to cool off. This is a familiar resting place for him, close enough to the water to be comfortable, but far enough upstream to properly observe the natives.
He wonders what falls further up the river, but never seems to find himself further than the curves through the Meadow. He knows the Beqannians worship strange gods, and their mountain range is where they go to make their pleas, and there are new (old?) lands beyond them, but Tharion isn’t a Beqannian, and has no place upriver.
@Raea