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diademreigned · 10 months

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Visions of Red

A story of what became of the Crimson Duelists at the time of the Ala Mhigan Revolution. Proceed with caution, and mind the tags before reading. This story is long and unforgiving in its telling.

They'd all been sitting down together around the campfire, under the stars in Gyr Abania; Virdjala to be specific. The stars had loomed overhead and they'd since put up their tents for the night. One of them had been stirring the spoon inside the boiling pot to make sure it remained hot.

Crickets chirping, a breath or two of laughter, words escaping simple lips; engrossed in conversation. If one looked closely they would see the darkened clouds passed the shimmering lights shift gently and ever so slightly.

"And I'm telling you, Verholy is a lot stronger than Verflare," laughed M'neia, her ears jolting with her excitement as she waved the spoon around, the steam wafting into the skies above. "I've been practicing it for the longest time and I think I'm really getting the hang of it! Wouldn't you agree, X'rhun?"

No response.

"X'rhun?" Those deep green eyes stared back at the other, mostly looking at the dip of the red hat, arms folded over said man's chest, legs crossed as he sat upon the floor. "Are you asleep? We haven't even gotten to the good stuff."

"I'm delving into my thoughts a little more about tomorrow." The Deep Red spoke, lifting his head ever so slightly, eyes squinting as though he had actually been asleep. "One of us is going to need to scout ahead before we begin making preparations in regards to the Revolution." He gave a softened smile. "I just want us to make sure we clear and cover all our bases before we think we have this won. We can never be too cautious with things the more rapidly they approach."

The Highlander, Declan, scratched the side of his head before taking off his red hat, playing with the feather. "We'll see through to the end of this right? Our families will get to live the lives they deserve, right?"

X'rhun shot his head up to gaze at the other, and the other Miqo'te; who had been stirring the pot, V'yanat, had long since began to stand up straight.

"I should expect nothing less from us. Be in mind, we've done things like this before. The only difference is that more has been riding on us since the beginning. We cannot let our nerves and our insecurities outweigh our very reasons for doing this."

"For Ala Mhigo," M'neia answered, sitting down on one of the stumps, where her tail moved to rest on her leg. "Aye, that's the task set before us because we're Duelists." Crimson Duelists to be exact, those who fought for the justice of those who endured never-ending violence and subjugation that may may find peace where it once belonged. There were sixteen of them in total, each one consisting of squads based in groups of four. After barely reaching his twenty - second birthday months ago, X'rhun was the one who initially was granted the title of Deep Red.

It symbolized his maturity and his unyielding loyalty to his cause. No different than the ordinary rank of being a captain. Each Crimson Duelist was handed their own distinguishing title to establish race.

The Deep Red: The leader, the one who formed the squad and otherwise overseas their tasks and accomplishments.

The Tempered Red: The second in command, granted very similar advantages to the Deep, but otherwise would step in if needed.

The Loyal Red, and the Burning Red. The list could and would progress on and on, each time becoming a revamped version of what it used to be. New titles, the perks that came with it and the like. The Crimson Duelists shared in only one thing: Red. Each delving into Red Magic at several points in their life, and if they grew in their own mastery, perhaps they too joined the Duelists.

X'rhun held up his crystal medium, letting it rotate slowly as he observed it, the crackles of the fire and the flickering embers illuminating his relaxed expression. "Lambard agreed to take his squad to the other end and make refuge there. All that's left is to scout and retrieve information regarding the whereabouts of the Garleans should they proceed any farther." Clenching his fist, he slipped the medium back at his side. "I assume we all know our positions."

A band of three nods responded in kind, without words, without hesitation. That's how his squad was, and had been since they first formed. Whilst each squad was bestowed a leader, X'rhun and Lambard being two of them, reviving Red Magick didn't come easily. They had to gather those who were willing. Declan was the first, having wanted to be both a protector and a fighter for his people and his family. V'yanat was quickly next, being spared with a second chance after being caught in a small group of aggro'd enemies. He had quickly become second in command.

It was him indeed that recruited their newest member M'neia, and whilst she'd been with them for a little over a year; this is where it truly did matter. She'd finally get to see the front-lines of all she'd been working up toward. Close knit and supportive, each time they ended their nights beside a campfire, darkened and tanned skin glimmering against the burns of flames, bright eyes wide as they gazed at the stars . . . X'rhun was always sure that he'd never felt more home with them, fighting beside them.

"We best be getting off to sleep," V'yanat grunted as he stood over the fires, grabbing the bucket and slipping it over the flames, dousing it immediately. The once brilliant red hats now concealed to the darkness. "Or at least I am, and you know I like my beauty sleep."

"Ain't really going to help you, lad," X'rhun laughed, standing up. "But I agree. I'll scout out tomorrow. Await my signal before engaging."

Silence had filled their location for quite some time, as they'd all curled up in their makeshift beds under the stars. Save for, unfortunately . . . two of them. X'rhun Tia was never one to go to bed as early as the others, finding it easier to take less sleep than it was to rouse when he'd been given a good amount of hours. However tonight he was still under the stars, leaning back against a tree as he looked at them. Hat resting on the dirt as his whitened ears rested in a relaxed state. They flicked suddenly and his head jerked upon hearing a noise.

M'neia jolted, tail pointing outwards in her surprise. "I didn't think you heard me get up."

"Red Magick does quite wonders to one's hearing if you can find the means to amplify it." He watched as the shorter Miqo'te sat down beside him. "Why aren't you asleep, lass?"

"Nervous for tomorrow," M'neia propped her legs so she could wrap her arms around them, staring into nothingness. "I don't want to let mother down."

"She will be proud of you for all you've accomplished in a short amount of time, Neia. Red Magic does not come easy for most, but your improvement would deny that statement as quickly as it rolls off the tongue. Have more faith and confidence in your skills." They locked eyes for a moment, and X'rhun smiled. "You've found a kindred spirit in the arts, my friend. You're ready."

Her cheeks squished when she smiled, feeling her eyes light with tears before she stood up. "You always know what to say. Maybe that's why you're a really good leader."

X'rhun shook his head, reaching up to meet her hand when she showed it, clapping them together with a squeeze. "Can you sleep now?"

"Easily. I'll see you on the field." The Seeker watched the other depart back to the tiny circle a few ilms from where X'rhun had been resting, noting that she quite quickly slipped back into the rugged blankets and curled up under the stars. He shut his eyes and leaned his head back against the tree. Sleep would find him easy enough, he just had to sit in quiet a while longer.

His eyes stayed shut as he listened, despite the hat covering his ears, he let the vibrations around him carry their weight. The cold breeze sapping away any amount of sweat that collected upon his forehead and neck. He was never at a disadvantage when regarding his disability for hearing, letting the waves of red mana and black mana magnify their strengths to grant him what many have never lost in their lifetime.

Beneath his fingertips he could feel the Earth tremble. Rocks shook and thumped, eyebrows grimacing as he waited. Things or others have been moving, shifting, walking. The air smelt off, caked in unfamiliar scents and bad intentions. He felt his nose twitch at the sensation.

Then his eyes burst open, wide and alert, heart hammering straight into his throat as his ears flicked. X'rhun's head wasted no time turning in the direction he didn't think he'd need to. Ever.

"Gods, no!"

One wouldn't deny that Red Mages weren't the fastest amongst those who considered themselves combatants. They were dancers, they were swordsmen, they were artists bathed in crimson. They stepped in, and stepped out whilst making careful love with every step they found their boots. There was speed and execution when it needed to be done.

Running may not have been part of that, but that didn't stop the Miqo'te from being spent with energy as he closed the distance to his destination. When there, he skidded to a halt, but found no strength and had to fight to keep from collapse at the sight before him. Mouth agape, he could only reach his hand out.

Sprawled across the campsite, was his squad. His squad, his family, his team, his . . . best friends. Each one laid out in different areas, and it was clear to X'rhun that they'd been ambushed. Caught unaware at moments most vulnerable.

Declan was stuck against the trunk of a tree, gripping his stomach as his face warped in pain, despite it peering at the ground. Mouth open, eyes wide. Whoever done him in was careful to nail him there as a means to put him on display. X'rhun's shaky hands lifted the Highlander's face to properly shut those eyes, pressing his lips to the brown strands of hair on his head to bestow a goodbye kiss.

"I'm so sorry my friend, I know you fought with your life. Had I been here, perhaps you could've escaped." Blinking quickly, X'rhun reached into his soiled clothing, wincing as he did so, and yanked out the blade that attached him there, catching the other as he fell from the tree. All that . . . that weight, he almost couldn't bear it alone. His legs buckled and he gently lay the other mercifully into the dirt.

This wouldn't do, they needed a proper burial. He'd do it himself.

Staggering to his feet, X'rhun was careful to step around the contents of the struggle in search of his companions. It shouldn't have been difficult since there were only three, but he couldn't keep his eyes off the destruction that riddled the site.

Splayed out onto his stomach, V'yanat was next to be found. The Miqo'te had appeared to be crawling away, leg sliced and bearing a clear wound across his stomach, but he refused to drop the Rapier that now lay within his limp fingers. His second in command, brown ears caked in dried red, even his markings, dark and noticeable, sported some red patches.

X'rhun rolled him over with a shuddering breath, bracing him against his leg as he hoisted him up. The way his head bent back so quickly made the other cry out, turning away for a mere few seconds before turning back to close those unwavering brown eyes. It was unfair, there used to be so much life in them.

"Be well my friend," he whispered against his forehead as he lay a similar kiss as he had for Declan, lowering him gently to the earth. "I'll hope your spirit walks with me, I always welcomed your advice. I'll never forget you. . ."

X'rhun remained kneeling for the time being, unable to find the strength to see the remainder of the carnage, bowing his head in silent prayer, until he heard it.

A cough. A pained, clinging to life, terrified and hopeless cough. Followed by a whimper and shuddering quickened breathing. He shot his head toward the source and jumped upright, quickly side stepping everything to get to where this voice was. Where -

. . . M'neia . . .

"My gods, you're still - !" X'rhun quickly knelt down, taking the shuddering Miqo'te into his arms, holding her with both mindfulness and care and attention as she convulsed in his arms. "How are -"

"They - they have - they're all dead . . . they got 'em. All of them!" She was speaking too fast, panting as she clung to life that constantly kept sapping away. Tears welled in her eyes as she felt her hand get encompassed by X'rhun's, a last squeeze. Something she wasn't allowed to forget. "A - a letter came by and - and. . . slaughtered, e. . . every last one of the - . . . Duelists."

She was swallowing and tasting iron at this point. X'rhun's eyes widened. So they weren't the only ones ambushed? So his squad was the last one. They'd gotten notice too late and the other squads had already been vanquished then? His thoughts ran to Lambard for a moment or two before a groan from below brought him back.

"My mother - X'rh. . . my - mother, she can't know I - I tried I. . . please. I don't - please don't let me I - I never got."

"Sssh, ssh, ssh. . . Stop talking, stop." His hand shook as he kept squeezing a hold on her cold hand, attempting to liven her body with any amount of Vercure he could spare. "Be still my friend, you're going to be just fine. I'll ensure it."

C'mon, c'mon, c'mon. . . Dammit, work! You're no healer but work damn you!

It was no good, her aether was pooling out at alarming rates, his Vercure could not compensate. Her other hand twitched against the rocks, grappling for anything that felt tangible to the tingles that radiated through her skin.

"Gods I'm so sorry," X'rhun whispered, forehead resting against hers, lower lip quivering as he kept trying more and more to force Vercure to become more effective. "I let you all down I -"

No response.

He couldn't bear the thought. He kept going, this time switching his process to Verraise. It was such a bad idea, the way he felt no connection to her aether with his, because there was none. He'd wasted enough time just attempting before. Several seconds later he gave up, peering down with blurred vision at her peaceful expression. She was the youngest of them all.

Her first time out here and after all she fought to get to this moment, this is how X'rhun repaid her!? Letting his emotions overtake him, he held her closer, rocking her form slowly as though he were sending her to sleep. He took a few moments to allow everything to drain that he held so desperately to.

He cried. For twenty minutes he never let her go. She had waited for him, she knew he would return and she wanted him to be the last thing she saw. She saved that energy to give him word, let him know so that he, at the very least could be spared.

They all now rest side by side at a small riverbank, out of view of others. Their Rapiers pressed to the Earth where they sleep. Crystal Mediums shoved hard into the sands so they would not be disturbed. It was the hardest thing he had to do.

He had bowed to them, tears staining the soils until at last it could finally rain. He let the world know that they too would be fought for. All Ala Mhigans deserved peace and salvation and quiet when they needed it most.

X'rhun would fight for them. His hat, once held in his hand, now rested against his head. He had since removed a few pieces from their person to return to their families.

The earrings from V'yanat, several rings from Declan, and M'neia's necklace. Mementos for their families, if any of them were still around. Things had since gone South from before up until now. He'd search them out if he had to. They deserved it.

"Fairwell my friends," he whispered, raising his Crimson Medium up into the skies above, Rapier following as it pointed sun-ward. With a quick flare or two, Verholy was first, followed by Verflare. It was always their favorites.

With his heart as heavy as lead, X'rhun turned, hand to his chest, and he walked.

#* // ♦︎ the scrolls of legend’s word — › drabbles.#extremely long post #tw character death #cw character death #tw blood mention #cw blood mention #I HAD THIS IDEA IN MY HEAD FOR A REALLY LONG TIME AND #and I know that like it can go many different ways and I hope I portrayed it as I saw it in my head #I'm sure if I could spare it it would be REALLY FREAKING LONG #this story deserves to be told - and told it shall be #I care about X'rhun Tia way too much to let this memory of his be swept under the rug #also in regards to X'rhun's hearing it was a headcanon that someone brought up in a post #where cats with blue eyes are 60-80% more likely to be deaf #and X'rhun compensates for that by using Red Magick to amplify everything else and I think that's neat #if I need more tags please let me know and I'll add them #ALSO SPECIAL THANKS TO ALLEN for sending me tribe and name origin links and stuff #i probably messed up but ;;;

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thatone-highlighter · 1 year

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hey i saw ur tags on that one fahrenheit post & i'd love to know more about base 6 (+ if you have any recs for understanding it) ! i'm not familiar with it but it sounds cool <3

Okay gonna be honest i have no idea what post youre talking about, but i am not going to turn down such a blatant chance to talk about bases so here we go!

So since 1. I dont know you or how much you know about bases at all (and you say you dont know much) and 2. I want this post to be as helpful as possible i am going to explain this as if you have never heard of a base before in your life, so if you’re more familiar than that just hang in there

So first off, what is a base? A base number is basically the amount of digits you have to represent a given number. For example base 10 would have 10 individual digits, base 12 has 12, base 2 has 2, etc you get the picture. The three main bases i can think of that most people would have at least some level of familiarity with are base 10, base 2 and base 60.

Base 10 is just your normal numbers almost everything is done in base 10 or if not is converted into base 10. Base 2 is binary, it has 2 digits 0 and 1. Base 60 is what we do time in, its kind of a bad example because we actually use base 10 to get the 60 digits you need but time and angles and all that stuff that caps at 60 or 360 is base 60 (pretty sure angles are technically base 60, could be base 360 but you get the idea).

Bases work by when you run out of digits in your base, the row to the left goes up one and you start over. For example in base 10 when you get to 9 thats the last digit so it ticks over to 1 and 0.(numbers in based start at 0 so the tenth digit in base 10 is actually 9 not 10, 10 is not a number in base 10, just as 2 is not one in base 2 and 6 is not one in base 6). The trend continues on as well, when you get to 99 it goes over to 100.

For general use tho, if you wanna know a base thats not base 10 you need to know how to convert it back into base 10, otherwise its only understandable to you or if you happen to come across someone who also knows that base. Warning This next part might get a bit complicated. To convert a non-10 base into base 10, you need to be a bit familiar with your powers, im gonna use 2 as an example because its small and easy.

Lets pick a random number in base 2, 1101001. So i have no idea what number that is those numbers mean nothing to you and nothing to me, lets make it mean something. To figure that out were gonna need our powers of 2,7 of them starting at 0. From right to left we can number the digits 0-6, and thats the power they are each get. The number im each of those rows (in this case 0 or 1) is going to be multiplies by 2 to the power of whatever power that row is, and then we add them all together. It should make a bit more sense in a minute after i do this example. So lets start from the left to the right.

1*2^6 , 2^6= 64, times 1 is 64.

1*2^5 , 2^5= 32, times 1 is 32

0*2^4 , 2^4= 16, times 0 is 0

1*2^3 , 2^3= 8, times 1 is 8

0*2^2 , 2^2= 4, times 0 is 0

0*2^1 , 2^1= 2, times 0 is 0

1*2^0 , 2^0= 1 (anything to the power of 0 is one), and then times 1 is just 1 still.

So now we take all of those numbers and add them together. 64+32+0+8+0+0+1= 105. So the number 1101001 in binary should be able to be rewritten in base 10 as, 105. And lookie if i chuck it in an online binary converter

So now that we know 1. What a base is and 2. The basic principals on how to convert based back into base 10, ill explain base 6, and then of course why i like it.

So base 6 is a base system with 6 digits, 0 1 2 3 4 and 5. When you get to where 6 would be, you write 10, because youve hit your limit of digits you dont have anymore you need to move one row to the left. There are other people who are more qualified and suited to tell you how to say what 10 in base 6 should be called than i am, but generally in my head i will just say the digits (example, instead of saying 14(fourteen) i would say 14(one four). Makes it easier not to get confused when you convert)(side fun fact 14 in base 6 is ten) and then if i say it out loud i will automatically convert to base 10.

Everything i said before with base 2 applies to converting base 6 into base 10, the biggest difference being because base 6 has more digits you wont get a small number represented with so many digits. Base 10 does use less digits to represent big numbers eventually but its a lot bigger than anything you would ever need to use it for. I personally have very rarely ever needed to go above 2 digits for what i use base 6 for.

One of the biggest reasons i like base 6, and what i use it for almost exclusively, is how it lets you count on your hands. So most people have five fingers on each hand yeah? And base 6 has five numbers (excluding zero). Therefor, using holding up no fingers as being 0, you can, using just your two hands, count all the way up to thirty-five. Just on your hands using your fingers. Thirty-five is a Lot more than the usual ten you can represent. Its really good for counting numbers that are just above ten you would normally have to just try and remember once you run out of fingers. You just count, every time you add one more after hitting 5 fingers, the “ones” hand goes back to zero and your “tens”(or i guess “sixes”) hand goes up one more, until either you get the number you need or run out of hands!

I hope this makes sense and is as informative as i want it to be! Im going to link some of the videos i watched that got me into bases and helped me learn if you would like to watch those. And please is you or anyone else wants me to clarify anything or has any questions feel free to ask! And inversely if anyone more familiar with bases than i sees an error i made please let me know!

Introduction to based and seximal(base 6)-

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Elaboration-

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(Also just in general would recommend this youtuber, they have a bunch of other very interesting niche sorts of videos like these ones on bases, i like the ones on W and hangman and also the entire conlang critic series)

#man i love base 6. its so cool and is so much fun to use for stupid shit #theres also some arguments about 6 being so highly divisable making it better than 10 but the vids will go into that more than i can #bonus fun tip for anyone who gets this far: to convert decimal into base 60 for seconds or minutes #just multiply it by 6. and vice verse divide by 6 to get the other way #sorry move the decimal place one to the right and multiply by 6.sorry i do that step in my head #need a quater of an hour? 0.25- 2.5*6=15. half an hour? 5*6=30. them use it for whatever you want. need to know 0.4 of an hour? 4*6=24 mins #figured that one out one day all on my own felt So powerful #anyways random stranger thank you SO much for sending this ask. i got so excited when i saw it #ive tried explaining bases to ppl before but nobody else i know is enough of a maths nerd to find it cool and interesting like i do #Tree Man Posts #bases #base 6 #long post #i feel like i missed something but eh. please ask if you need something elaborated on #other peoples asks

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