The Grave [They appeared, well, over night, no pun intended. Ignis has been watching them with rapt attention from afar, wary to come closer. But when the others started fumbling around visiting their own shrines, Ignis moved to see if... he had his own. With the way he died, he suspected there was one. Unless Gladiolus took care of it made something himself? Ignis wouldn't blame him if he didn't- amidst the chaos, Ignis is glad that he's not here as well.
He finds his altar faster than he expected. Perhaps that pull inside of him led him to it. The writing on it is in simple, elegant cursive and there was a picture of his daggers carved underneath it-]
Scientia, Ignis Royal Advisor and Retainer to the Chosen King of Lucis February 7, 734 M.E. - July, 756 M.E
The Death (warning: spoilers for Ignis DLC and ffxv Ending) [To anyone that makes the offering- the vision starts simply enough. Four men decided to split- Gladiolus, Ignis, and Prompto to go handle the civilians, Noctis to go and meet with the Leviathan. The three would join him the moment others are secured. Handling the civilians was easy. Reaching Noctis who was mid-battle with Astral was not. The serpent raged over Altissia, even more so now that the Empire decided to step in as well. To kill the Astral before Noctis gets his blessing. 'I should have gone with him' runs through Ignis' mind before the bridge he was crossing gets blown up and Ignis himself gets thrown off to the river's current.
He's not sure how he survived that. But he did. Ignis reaches the shore and the battle begins. One after the other, magitek infantry come and Ignis pushes his way through them- slicing them up as they came. Many, too many of them, but Ignis didn't stop; he just uses a potion, switches up his elements and blows up the place. The fights become a blur; more often than not Ignis catches himself staring at the tall beacon of light coming from the Altar; constantly he catches himself repeating in his head 'be safe' as his daggers make another magitek soldier implode. A man joins him on the journey- tall with white hair. Ravus, brother of the Oracle. The scene of them talking blur into a battle between them on the altar- Ravus full of rage and grief while The Oracle and the King lay still in the back. The scene blurs again and the tall man mourns his sister and the heaven's rain cover up his tears.
Then comes the Usurper- the robotic soldiers easily overpower him and knock him down. The offer to join him or float away with the rest of them. His answer is obvious. With a cruel laugh, Usurper crouching down and picking his King by the collar and lifting him, ready to slice his throat.
The Ring falls from Noctis' hand and rolls Ignis' way. Usurper doesn't notice because Ravus throws a dagger at him. There isn't even a second of hesitation in Ignis as he grabs it. It feels like he can hear the whispers of the Old Kings coming from it. A final warning that Ignis doesn't heed. And proceeds to put the Ring on.
There was silence; like a standstill in time. The Old Kings judging whether Ignis should even be granted powers in the first place. But soon enough, A King vouches his loyalty and verdict is passed. And it's then that the pain begins. Searing, seeping through flesh burning away at him from the inside out, replacing such basic thing as blood with power. It burns- it burns so much. Ignis feels like he will die on the spot, without a chance to fight the Usurper. But he doesn't- the Ring keeps him alive, eats at his vision until it completely burns away, along with the last sight of Noctis, lying on the cold stone. But- it feels he doesn't have to see more than this; all of his senses are focused on his enemy.
The fight is long and tenacious. Every move Ignis makes seems to rip at his muscles and flesh yet his power doesn't wane. He draws it from the Ring, more and more, until he completely repels Usurper. Until the guy leaves and lets Ignis walk over to his King and fall at his side. He can still feel his body burn, overheated from the power he received, but it doesn't hurt anymore. His vision is black, and he knows what comes next.
Slowly, he pulls the ring off from his ashen finger and lets it roll over, hand falling inches away from Noctis'-]
Forgive me...
[-are his last words, before everything fades into darkness.]
The Thank You [It's needless to say that Ignis visited several shrines of people he met here. And having made the offerings and experiencing their deaths, he feels guilty to anyone that felt compelled to leave anything at his shrine. His death was... incredibly painful. Not something anyone should experience.
So he keeps an eye on the visitors of his shrine. Not because he wants to see who remembers him, but out of fear they might feel weak, tired and overall exhausted. And whenever a person seems to stumble away in a daze from his shrine, Ignis will walk over to steady them on their feet and help them sit down.]
Here, this should help... [Ignis says quietly, putting a warm mug with tea in their hands, his voice laced with guilt.]
Wildcard [ooc: If there's anything specific you want to play from the vision (e.g. the Prophecy Ignis witnessed (I had to cut it out because the death scene is long enough)), hit me up. Or for anything else, really! If you wanna plot, add me WindsongWitch ]
Ignis Scientia || Final Fantasy XV
[They appeared, well, over night, no pun intended. Ignis has been watching them with rapt attention from afar, wary to come closer. But when the others started fumbling around visiting their own shrines, Ignis moved to see if... he had his own. With the way he died, he suspected there was one. Unless Gladiolus took care of it made something himself? Ignis wouldn't blame him if he didn't- amidst the chaos, Ignis is glad that he's not here as well.
He finds his altar faster than he expected. Perhaps that pull inside of him led him to it. The writing on it is in simple, elegant cursive and there was a picture of his daggers carved underneath it-]
Royal Advisor and Retainer to the Chosen King of Lucis
February 7, 734 M.E. - July, 756 M.E
The Death (warning: spoilers for Ignis DLC and ffxv Ending)
[To anyone that makes the offering- the vision starts simply enough. Four men decided to split- Gladiolus, Ignis, and Prompto to go handle the civilians, Noctis to go and meet with the Leviathan. The three would join him the moment others are secured. Handling the civilians was easy. Reaching Noctis who was mid-battle with Astral was not. The serpent raged over Altissia, even more so now that the Empire decided to step in as well. To kill the Astral before Noctis gets his blessing. 'I should have gone with him' runs through Ignis' mind before the bridge he was crossing gets blown up and Ignis himself gets thrown off to the river's current.
He's not sure how he survived that. But he did. Ignis reaches the shore and the battle begins. One after the other, magitek infantry come and Ignis pushes his way through them- slicing them up as they came. Many, too many of them, but Ignis didn't stop; he just uses a potion, switches up his elements and blows up the place. The fights become a blur; more often than not Ignis catches himself staring at the tall beacon of light coming from the Altar; constantly he catches himself repeating in his head 'be safe' as his daggers make another magitek soldier implode. A man joins him on the journey- tall with white hair. Ravus, brother of the Oracle. The scene of them talking blur into a battle between them on the altar- Ravus full of rage and grief while The Oracle and the King lay still in the back. The scene blurs again and the tall man mourns his sister and the heaven's rain cover up his tears.
Then comes the Usurper- the robotic soldiers easily overpower him and knock him down. The offer to join him or float away with the rest of them. His answer is obvious. With a cruel laugh, Usurper crouching down and picking his King by the collar and lifting him, ready to slice his throat.
The Ring falls from Noctis' hand and rolls Ignis' way. Usurper doesn't notice because Ravus throws a dagger at him. There isn't even a second of hesitation in Ignis as he grabs it. It feels like he can hear the whispers of the Old Kings coming from it. A final warning that Ignis doesn't heed. And proceeds to put the Ring on.
There was silence; like a standstill in time. The Old Kings judging whether Ignis should even be granted powers in the first place. But soon enough, A King vouches his loyalty and verdict is passed. And it's then that the pain begins. Searing, seeping through flesh burning away at him from the inside out, replacing such basic thing as blood with power. It burns- it burns so much. Ignis feels like he will die on the spot, without a chance to fight the Usurper. But he doesn't- the Ring keeps him alive, eats at his vision until it completely burns away, along with the last sight of Noctis, lying on the cold stone. But- it feels he doesn't have to see more than this; all of his senses are focused on his enemy.
The fight is long and tenacious. Every move Ignis makes seems to rip at his muscles and flesh yet his power doesn't wane. He draws it from the Ring, more and more, until he completely repels Usurper. Until the guy leaves and lets Ignis walk over to his King and fall at his side. He can still feel his body burn, overheated from the power he received, but it doesn't hurt anymore. His vision is black, and he knows what comes next.
Slowly, he pulls the ring off from his ashen finger and lets it roll over, hand falling inches away from Noctis'-]
Forgive me...
[-are his last words, before everything fades into darkness.]
The Thank You
[It's needless to say that Ignis visited several shrines of people he met here. And having made the offerings and experiencing their deaths, he feels guilty to anyone that felt compelled to leave anything at his shrine. His death was... incredibly painful. Not something anyone should experience.
So he keeps an eye on the visitors of his shrine. Not because he wants to see who remembers him, but out of fear they might feel weak, tired and overall exhausted. And whenever a person seems to stumble away in a daze from his shrine, Ignis will walk over to steady them on their feet and help them sit down.]
Here, this should help... [Ignis says quietly, putting a warm mug with tea in their hands, his voice laced with guilt.]
Wildcard
[ooc: If there's anything specific you want to play from the vision (e.g. the Prophecy Ignis witnessed (I had to cut it out because the death scene is long enough)), hit me up. Or for anything else, really! If you wanna plot, add me