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XornonJay
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Location: United States |
"When Hero's Rise": RP forum (Open to All)
((The History of Gealan and the Dark War))
Gealan was a prosperous land, filled with green fields, lush forests, and good people. The land was split into three separate provinces, but all was well between the three lands. Belairio; the human land, was the largest province in Gealan, followed by Famelrahd; the elven land in the east, then Galvar; the dwarven lands to the north west, deep in the Collum mountains. There were of course other races in Gealan: Centaur, Faries, Gnomes, and Halflings; who all lived in harmony with others.
There was rarely ever a dispute between the different races, but when there was, it was usually about the amount of crop space the Halflings had taken for there village, or the amount of trees the Humans had cut out of the Famelrahd forest, or other things of that nature. All of which were easily remedied with a few days of discussion between the opposing parties, with a mutual judge to decide the outcome.
Of course, not everything was fine and dandy in Gealan. There was the ever present crime in the cities, and there were races in Gealan that would cause a stir every once and again, such as Minotaurs, Orcs, and Goblins. That's not to say that everyone one of that race was bad or evil; there were quite a few good natured Minotaurs living with there cousins, the Centaurs; and there were many Orcs working in the ship yards along with humans and elves. Not nearly as many Goblins were good, but there were a few. But even then, with the occasional looting band of Orcs, or the drunk horde of Goblins, these races liked to stay to themselves, hidden away the huge Dark Forest, the "evil", scarcely traveled forest at the base of the Collum Mountains. That is, they stayed to themselves before the invasion.
300 years ago, hundreds of ships stormed the port city Tibus, which was also the capitol city of Belairio. The ships were maned by Orcs, Goblins, and evil Men; and upon seeing this, every evil race in Gealan came out of their holes to join this invasion army. It took only 1 month for this invasion army to completely take over Tibus, and with the help of the "new recruits", all of the main cities in Gealan were engaged in war within the year. For 2 years the armies battled for control, yet no one knew where this invasion army had come from, or who was its leader. It wasn't until far into the third year of fighting, that the skies were blackened over Tibus by the wings of a huge dragon.
There had been tales of dragons in Gealan history, hundreds of years ago, but never had one been seen by anyone that was still alive. The dragon, along with its rider, who was only ever identified as the black speck that sat behind the dragons head, began a long reign of terror. For 30 years, the dragon and its master laid waste to the land, and were unopposed.
After 33 years of pain and suffering, the Gealanian people came together to fight. Who knows why it took so long for the races to come together. Some would say that the kings of the races had to much pride to ask for help. Others would say that the kings were under a spell, and were not allowed to lead their people. This theory was more widely believed, only because when the good races came together, each army had a mage at its fore front. Where mages came from, no one knew, but they were powerful, and all of the kings would later write that it was only because of them that they were able to come together.
There were four sorcerer's; one of fire, one of water, one of air, and one of earth. The one of fire was fierce, and helped train the good races to fight with tenacity. The mage of water stayed with the kings and captains, giving sound advise, always remaining cool and collected when the camps were ready to burst with anticipation. The mage of air began working on giant engines of war. Using not but her hands, she would bring cyclones into the camps carrying logs which were in turn made into giant devises that launched huge sharpened logs like arrows, and boulders, into the enemy lines. The earth mage was a hulking man who carried a giant hammer. He was soon taken as the standard for the army, as they now felt as big as he with their new found strengths.
The two giant armies clashed a final time on the plains of Alesea, in the northern lands of Belairio, and there, the four mages, on the backs of griffons, went to battle with the dragon. It was a long fight, a fight that lasted days high above the battle field. At night, men would stand outside their tents and look up in the sky, only to see flashes of fire and lighting.
On the third day of fighting, the air rang with a roar that some would later write "sounded like the gods themselves had torn open the heavens and screamed for the fighting to stop". For a minute, nothing happened, but then it began to rain blood, giant droplets of blood. Then to the south, the hulking body of the dragon fell from the sky, spiraling towards the earth like a giant meteor. Upon seeing this, the evil army retreated. Many went back to the ports, got onto ships and sailed way, others went back to hiding in their dark forest. The army of men, elves, dwarves and other good races rejoiced in their victory, and when the mages returned, hoisted them onto their shoulders, singing them praises and offering them any amount of land, gold, jewels and other such things. The mages only request was food and a bed to sleep in.
After the sorcerer's were rested, they flew to the place where the dragon had fallen; an island in the middle of huge Lake Jorkah in the center of the continent. After making sure it was dead, they burned the giant carcass. The mages then disappeared. For the five years after the invasion ended, the mages were no where to be found. The main cities were rebuilt, and the people of Gealan now had the task of starting anew. But then, word started spreading that four schools of magic were opening, one for fire, one for water, one for air, and one for earth. Of course everyone wanted into the schools, but no one could ever find them. After another year, random people began to get letters; invitations to the schools of magic. With nothing but the letter, and the vague message of what direction to start traveling, the invitees would pack there bags, and begin their journey.
But of course, like most mysterious things, the schools of magic went to the back of every ones mind, and the thoughts of farming and restarting the market came to the fore front of every ones mind. Only the most dedicated people still sought out the schools of magic, and soon, mages began to appear all over Gealan. Some sorcerers helped grow crops by making it rain over just the fields, others helped till the land, by merely raising there hands, and the dirt would turn and crumble. Others helped get rid of the unwanted trash the invaders left behind, by creating spontaneous fires, or lend their fierce nature to the defenses being put up at the edges of the Dark Forest. While more still came flying...FLYING!... into the cities, bringing with them knowledge of giant machines that turned in the wind, using the energy to grind corn and other crops at twice the speed of the normally animal turned machines. It was the beginning of a new life for all of the Gealanian people.
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XornonJay
Senior Member
Gender: Male
Location: United States |
It wasn't until one hundred years later that a new issue of arrived on the scene. The human leaders were in a terrible fight over where the capitol city should be. Tibus had always been the capitol, so many thought it should always stay like that. But others said that it was unwise to have your capitol so close to the ocean, because it could easily be taken, like in the invasion, or Dark War, as it was being called. After much bickering, the human land was split in half. Some still think the split was unnecessary and stupid, but the leaders had insisted that neither of them should be wrong, and they should just be two provinces, with the south having their capitol where it always was, Tibus Port, and keeping the name Belairio; and the north having their capitol in Alesea, a city that had prospered after the war, and naming their new land, Cayplan. The two lands still trade with one another, and many are happy with the change, but there is still the occasional over taxation of traded goods by each market.
For the next hundred years, Gealan lived in peace, but then, once again, trouble aroused. The Evil races began working together. Random towns would be burned, and all the people in them murdered. Large groups of Goblins and Orcs would storm a large city, set fires, then run away. The elves forest was being burned by Minotaurs, Dwarven cities were being raided by evil men, the human crops were being burned, and the northern lands were completely infertile (which they blamed on the earth magic school because of the rumors that the earth school was in the northern mountains). The land was slowly turning towards Evil again. The good races all pointed figures at the other for helping the evil races, and amongst the bickering, the evil races continually got more and more aggressive in their attacks.
The queen of Cayplan has had enough though. She has called a council of the leaders of all the Good races. Her intent is to bring the leaders together and unite the races in a single effort to stop the Evil races before another leader can emerge like the Dark Rider from before. Unannounced to the other races though, her cousin, the king of Belairio, and herself have a plan of their own. A plan to bring a group of strong individuals together to use as a spear head, and plunge into the heart of the enemy, before the actual war takes place. A group that will stand in the face of Evil, and over come it with Good. Even though they mey be just a few normal people, they must be strong, because this is the time, the time when hero's rise.
((Opening post to start the game will be here shortly. If you want to post your character receiving the invite to the council and exploring the Human city Alesea, feel free. I will hopefully be posting a map of the world tonight to help reference everything.
If you read this, and are interested, feel free to create a character and join in. This game is open to all))
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Scarlet Fox
Gun Slinger
 Gender: Female
Location: Bang.. |
A woman made her way up to the gate. She had long blonde hair sprawled out over her shoulders upon the red cloak that covered the rest of her form. As she came to the gates a guard stopped her.What business do you have here?The woman opened her cloak to show red clothing underneath. ((Like the human pic just red instead of white.)) She pulled out a letter with a broken seal, showing she has read it. She then spoke softly, her bright Pink eyes lookign at the guards. I have been asked here by the Council.... her words were soft yet there was power behind them. The guard eyed the letter a moment before taking it and reading. Petal Silverwand huh? Alright then. He handed the letter back to her and Petal simply put it back into her side bag, bringing her cloak cloased to hide her body. Sorry about that Ma'am. We have to check everyone wether in a Caravan or alone. You understand right? Petal then smiled. Her face lighting up as she did. She did have a very breath taking face. Of course I do. Now you guys be careful alright? Take care.She made her way into the city and began to look around. Her smile had lessened but it was still one of Joy. She had never been in the city of Alesea before. The humans always fascinated her, but since she herself looked human at the moment, no one would know she is actually a Fairy.
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midnite127
Megami
 Gender: Female
Location: Behind the dying Laptop |
Humans…
Janey stood in the center of the bustling city, worn earthen cloak hiding a majority of her features. Looking up, past the waist and faces of people, looking up into the sky, she tilted her head curiously. It was a rarity for her; staring into the wild blue yonder without a canopy of green obstructing her view. What was even rarer was for her to be possibly the shortest adult in the proximity. Haven’t felt this short since 20. Swiping her nose with her thumb, she smirked. “Lovely.”
With a song in her head and a skip to her step, Janey made her way over to the pub. She had explored the human town for a good portion of the afternoon and with the day reaching its close, didn’t see anything wrong with treating herself to a drink. It was actually one of the things she missed while being out in the wild. Human sized drinks..! Rubbing her hands together in excitement, she smiled as she made herself comfortable at a bar stool. Tapping the wooden counter with a gold coin, she shouted. “A glass of the hardest thing ya got!”
The bartender nodded, his back turned to the customer. Taking one of several dust laden bottles of caramel liquid, he poured a glass and snickered. “Good luck downin’ this!” Facing Janey, his cheerfulness faded. He suspiciously looked her up and down, grip tightening on the glass. “What’s the big idea? What are ya, 12 or something? Aren’t you a little too young for these parts?”
“HEY!” Slapping the table, Janey grinned mildly psychotic, a nerve in her temple noticeable twitching. Palm on the coin, she spoke through gritted teeth. “I’m short, not illegal,” Noticing the bartender hadn’t budged, she rolled her eyes. “Oh for the love of…” She unbuttoned her cloak while mumbling murderous words in a foreign tongue. Janey slid the robe down to her shoulders to reveal a skintight black leather top that worked well on accentuating her curves…among other things. Adjusting her rather short shorts, Janey mumbled. “…as you can see, I’m older than first glance appears. AND,” She grabbed her breasts proudly. “Show me a 12 year old with THESE and I’ll show you a Gnome in disguise!” Beaming after her declaration, she settled back down into the bar stool. “Now…my drink?”
Eyes still narrowed in distrust, the bartender reluctantly set the drink down to the expectant Janey. He watched her sip tentatively to the drink, waiting for her to spit it out in agony…or something close to it. Shockingly, the Halfling downed the drink swiftly, the bartender not quite sure what he’d witnessed. He picked up her empty mug, glanced to the bubbly Janey, then moved his gaze back to the mug. “You’re a weird one. I’ve got a question-”
“And I’ve got an answer.” finished Janey mischievously. Drink doing marvels to her insides, she rocked back and forth on the bar stool giddily.
“What brings a Gnome to these parts?” inquired the bartender gingerly.
Janey clapped her hands. “I am delighted you asked…”
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"Wait, there is a light, there is a fire, defragmenting the attic-- Fate, or something better; I could care less, just stay with me awhile."
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Aug 14th, 2009 10:16 AM |
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Decomposition
This Day We Fight!
 Gender: Male
Location: Australia |
“Ah Orion, Orion, Orion…I can’t begin to tell you how disappointed I am with you!”
Orion’s fringe danced under the hot gust of breath from the bull snout just inches from his face. He stood rigid, his gaze upon the cobbled floor, his hand on the panther head pommel of the sword strapped to his waist, every ounce of fibre on alert.
A throaty rumble that passed for a chuckle issued forth from the giant Minotaur as it stepped back to regard him with an amused expression. “Come now Orion, you don’t really think you can hurt me with that poxy weapon, do you? No, my friend…sorely, sorely disappointed. I had grand plans for you,” it mused, poking Orion in his leather clad chest, “grand plans indeed.”
The Minotaur spoke the human tongue perfectly, at times he even sounded gentlemanly. Orion wasn’t to be fooled. He had been around Ombrack long enough to know that he was a savage killer who would rip your throat out in an instant.
“But alas, those plans must be shelved now, for you have failed me for the last time Orion. This is the third time in as many months and these…lapses simply can not be tolerated. You must die, my friend,” and Ombrack almost looked sad as he fiddled with one of the daggers strapped diagonally across Orion’s chest, righting it as a wife might right a husbands neck tie before a formal occasion.
“Good day Orion,” Ombrack’s boots clicked over the cobbles as he walked away, still Orion did not move. As still as a statue, he did not even hear the quiet order given by the Minotaur to the twins standing on either side of the archway as he left the courtyard.
Pale as ghosts to the point of being almost see through in the right light, the twin albino elves made a swift and silent approach. Erandil and Vithranil were outcasts, shunned by their own kind and hated by most others, it was only natural they would align themselves with the darker races in Gealan. They were masters of the sword, and almost impossible to beat when together.
Orion paid them no mind as they whisked towards him across the cobbles, for he had slipped into one if his battle trances, which meant only one thing…this fight might well cost him his life.
As if in slow motion, the coming battle played out before his eyes. Every move, every breath, every grunt, every groan, every cut, every drop of blood spilled and every drop of sweat that dropped onto the cobbles he saw as if his senses had been heightened tenfold. He memorised it all, and then, the twins were upon him.
They came at him in a dual frontal rush, their thin elven blades sweeping in low and hard. His eyes still closed, he lept the flashing steel and barrel rolled away, drawing his long sword from its scabbard in a single, smooth motion.
Slash glinted in the sunlight, the amber eyes of its panther head pommel shining like those of the beast it was modelled on. It was time to dance and Orion could feel the adrenalin pulsing through him to his blade. In his mind, he could almost hear Slash sigh as if in anticipation of parting the flesh before him.
The elves rushed him again, one to the left, one to the right, on slight angles, their needle like swords swishing high and low. Orion jumped and let his upper body weight drag him horizontal, twisting and rolling as he landed hard, kicking up a cloud of dust from the cobbled floor.
He sprang to his feet to meet Erandil, who was driving his blade towards his gut, and batted the elf’s sword sideways, drilling the knuckles of his free hand into the albino’s nose.
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Erandil’s head rocked back and the blood splattered his brother’s face as Vithranil rushed to his defence. The needle blade worked overtime, striking left and right, high and low, at viper speed, probing for an opening.
The sweat poured from Orion’s brow as he continually parried the onslaught, his mind racing to remember every move he had envisioned in his trance. Then, his moment came. The slightest overbalance by Vithranil as his boot landed in a pool of Orion’s sweat and the Panther lunged.
The shimmering blade of his own sword seemed to entrance Vithranil as it spun through the air as if in slow motion to, unbelievably, lodge in his brother’s Adams apple. A gurgling Erandil hadn’t even hit the cobbles before a swift strike from Slash sent Vithranil’s head soaring across the courtyard.
Orion heard the thump of Erandil hitting the deck and the writhing, choking death throws that followed, but nothing could avert his gaze from the sight before him. Vithranil’s headless body had fallen to it knees and blood fountained out of the severed neck at an alarming rate. Slowly he reached out the hand holding Slash and bathed the blade under the crimson torrent, a feeling of pure ecstasy reverberated up his sword arm and through his entire body, making him weak at the knees.
Plopping down on the hard floor, he gazed up at the sun with a lazy smile. Ombrack had made the mistake of thinking he couldn’t handle two elves, great swordsman as they were; his first mistake. His second was not having a back up plan. Well, if he did have a back up plan, Orion wasn’t about to let him execute it.
With a grunt of effort he rose to his feet and walked over to Erandil, using the elf’s tunic to clean Slash before sheathing it. He was now an outcast himself, every dark being within a hundred miles would know that he had a price on his head soon. He also had no where to go and no coin.
No matter, he would face his future; come what may, so there was no point in dwelling on it. His first priority was to get away with his hide still in tact.
With that thought in mind, he yanked the blade from Erandil's throat and slipped both of the twins swords through his belt, then set off from the old castle ruins towards the forest at a quick jog.
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Scarlet Fox
Gun Slinger
Gender: Female
Location: Bang.. |
Petal made her way around the City, taking in a few of the sights. After a bit of time she yawned lightly and approached one of the guards at his post. Excuss me. Sir? Petal smiled sweetly and the guard seemed to stand a bit straighter. What can I do for you Miss? Petal set the blunt end of her spear on the ground, the blade a foot or so over her head, and leaned on the shaft. I was wondering if you could point me in the direction of a Nice Inn? Ive been on my feet all day and I am tired. The guard then gave directions to the closest one, instructing her to go around the shops and to not go into the Alley behind them. Though the Alley is shorter, it wasnt safe. He explained that the current times has brought out the worst of many people and the fact she was in the city was no exception. Petal nodded her head with a grin. Thank you sir. I shall keep that in mind. She turned to walk off but the guard stopped her. Excuss me. I was just wondering. Whats a beautiful woman like yourself doing with something like that?He pointed to her spear. This? Oh. Its nothing. I just use it as a walking stick. It was my fathers you see. Family Heirloom and such. She gave a soft giggle and that made the guard smile a little. Well just the same. Its still dangerous. Try not to trip okay Miss?Petal bowed her head. I shall try not to sir. Thank you for the Directions. Petal turned again and made her way to the Inn, However she took the Alley anyway. Sure enough two guys stepped out infront of her. One chuckling lightly. And a voice behind her spoke as another one stepped out of the shadws behind her. Well... well... well... and after that nice guard told you not too. Women. always in a rush. Petal simply frowned. I know. but I wish to get to the Inn and rest. Im sure you understand. The two in front chuckled. and the LEader behind her spoke. Oh I understand. I understand that we will be taking all you got Lady.... As well as what ever I can get outa ya. the man chuckled in a sinister way.Well... If you must.. the man behind her laughed and grabbed her shoulder and the two walked forward. As soon as the man touched her she flipped her spear, sending the blunt end up into the Leaders groin and the blade slashing down across the throat of one of the goons infront of her. the man grabbed his neck and fell to his knees a moment before drowing in his own blood and falling to the ground. the Leader behind her groaned and stepped back. Your gona regret that, B**ch! Petal took the spear and slammed the blunt end into the ground, embeding it so it stood up on its own. She pulled her cloak open and she held a longsword in her hand. Hilt seeming to be Pure Silver and twisted like branchs of a tree. She put the tip in the ground and spun around in a circle drawing a line in the dirt. She stood, facing the wall, the Goon and his leader on either side of her. Enter the circle... and Dance with me. the Leader, engulfed in rage, was the first to rush at her, a dagger in his hand. He was also the first to fall. He rushed at her, and Petal stood perfectly still. And like she said, as soon as he passed the line of the circle she had carved in the ground, Petal spun around, as if dancing. The Leader stumbled a little past her, his back exposed. She brought her elbow down hard, hitting the mans spine in a crack as well as bringing her knee up to his chest with another crack. The man tried to yell but he couldnt before he fell to the ground. He sputted some words, trying to talk when Petal simple walked by, leaving him on the ground. The second Goon that was infront of her had wide eyes of fear. She pulled the spear from the ground and walked to the Goon. She slowly reached out and took the edge of his shirt and used it to clean the blood from her spear. Petal then walked by him and exited the Alley and turned to the Inn. She stepped inside and the woman at the front desk smiled in greeting. Hello Miss. Are you interested in a room? Petal just smiled her usual bright smile, as if the Alley incident didnt happen. Yes please. I would like that very much.Without much more words she signed her name upon the Inns register log, Payed the first nights fee, took the Key with a nod and a thanks, then made her way up the stairs and down the hall to the room. Ill rest here for a bit then make my way to where the Letter told me to. She shut the door behind her and locked it before getting comfortable and laying back on the bed.
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Aug 14th, 2009 08:47 PM |
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XornonJay
Senior Member
Gender: Male
Location: United States |
As the two dwarf brothers Narku and Rador made there way through the bustling crowd of Alsea, they couldn't help but feel slightly...well, dwarfed. The city was huge. As a former dwarven city that had been "purchased" by the humans, all the buildings were made of white stone, and towered over land around it. The brother however, could not have cared less. They strolled through the city, talking and jest with each other.
At a quick glance, the brothers almost looked like two little boys walking down the street dressed up to go play in the forest out side the city. But as soon as someone took a moment to look at the boys, they quickly realized the true nature of the brothers. The biggest tell-tales for the dwarven race is their thick braided beards and stone hard faces. No man, whether sea man or murder could have the emotionless look that most dwarves have.
These two were different though. Though they both sported the traditional dwarven beard, which is in fact a dwarfs pride and legacy, the twins faces both beamed with a kindness and lightheartedness that many of their race only shared with close friends and relatives. One was almost inclined to walk up to the dwarfs and ask why their day was so happy, in light of recent events. No one did of course, but had anyone, the answer would have been nothing in particular. The dwarves were just happy; happy to be out, and happy to be adventuring together.
"So, where is this council being held anyway," asked Nark in dwarven, a rich language that rolled like thunder off the tongue.
"I'm not sure brother," answered Rador. "But, it can't be to hard to find. This is the first meeting of the races in centuries. I would say follow the masses, and look for lots of guards." This raised a chuckle from both brothers, for no reason in particular.
As they made their way towards the center of the city, it was evident that they were headed in the right direction. The groups of three and four people turned to throngs of ten to twelve. Soon, a dwarf couldn't see much but the torsos around him, and the stone beneath. They broke though a group of folk gossiping about faries being spotted, and the cobble stone beneath their feet turned from normal grey to bright white.
"Ah, the court yard of the castle," said Narku. "Only dwarves would be so tacky as to change the color of the rode." Rador smirked as Narku roared at his own joke. Children played in the court yard, and upon seeing the dwarves enter the area, the young ones ran over to them.
"Hey, are you a dwarf?" asked one very loud little boy. Without waiting for an answer, another boy ran up and tugged, very harshly Rador thought, on Narku's beard.
"Yeah, its real alright, didn't move or nothin'. Hey, where are you from?"
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Alexander Borton walked casually around the court of the palace in Alsea, scanning the crowd for any trouble makers. It was bad enough that he had to be in this city of northerners, but now he had to watch these people because the Northern Guard just wasn't cutting it. This was all his opinion, and though in reality, the palace guards were quite sufficient, it made him feel better to have an eye on the crowd himself should something arise and he had to get back to his king.
His armor with the lion head of the king on its chest was drawing many jeers, but Alexander cared not. He merely raised his head higher and carried on his path. "Let the dividers jeer," he muttered to himself. "It just goes to show how ridiculous they are."
Across the court he saw a group of boys standing in a circle. In the middle of the circle he saw two shorter boys. The taller children had snatch the hat off of one of the shorter, and they were playing gnome-in-the-middle with it, laughing and carrying on. Alexander stalked over, grabbed the hat, which turned out to be naught but a rangers shooting bill, and scowled at the youngsters.
"Carry on now kids. This is no place for playing. There are important people showing up today, and you need not be in the way." The children ran away, still jeering and yelling at the smaller children, that, as Alexander turned to return the hat, now saw were dwarves.
"I'm sorry gentle-sirs for the behavior of the little ones." He bowed and held the hat out, which Narku quickly grabbed and placed in his pocket. "They are but children, and all the excitment has them in a frenzy."
"It was nothing southerner," said Rador. "My brother is only grumpy because...well, I'm not sure why. He was quite happy a moment ago. It could be the cold or...."
"No, its this blasted city, all closed in and what not," Narku snapped. He loved the forest, and missed the wide open spaces dearly. He looked at Alexanders armor, and all the anger and crankyness left in a whooping laugh. "Look at this brother! The Northerners have put the Southerner guard on child patrol! HAH!" Narku couldn't speak in his fit of laughter, and Rador smirked shaking his head.
Alexander was quite put off and glowered at the dwarves. "Well, if you have no business here, get on with you. I have a watch to get back to."
"CHILD WATCH!" roared Narku and nearly fell over.
"Never mind my brother sir. We are merely looking for the location of the council, as we plan to attend."
Alexander glared at Narku. "Well, the queen as issued that a certain number of witnesses from each race may be admitted tomorrow. As I have not seen many other dwarves in this city, you may be in luck. But it will be first come first in. The Council will take place in the great room inside the castle at high noon. All witnesses will enter from the side doors after the processional of leaders come through here," he motioned at the ground around him.
Rador nodded. "You have been a great help to us..."
"Alexander Borton of His Majesty's Guard," he answered.
Narku ceased his laughter and wiped the tears from his eyes. "Ah...thank you Alex for a good laugh. Sorry it had to be at your expense, but thank you none the less."
"My name is Alexander, sir," Alexander growled.
Ignoring him, Narku continued. "Now, brother, let us find an inn, and a good tavern, and we saw eat and drink, and wait for the morning."
Alexander nodded south. "There is a good inn about a quarter mile south called the Spear and Shield. Many of the invited have been sent there to stay."
"Thank you again Alex the Southerner," Narku said, banging on the lion head on the armor and walked away with his brother, heading to good food and drink.
((woohoo, not my best, but its been to long since I've written and i had to get the juices flowing. Time to get started!! And GREAT intros by all!!!))
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midnite127
Megami
Gender: Female
Location: Behind the dying Laptop |
(ooc: arigatou xornon  everyone has been quite lovely...)
“Genevieve Portfoot?”
The conspicuously decorated messenger dismounted his flawless white steed, a trace amount of concern in pretty grey eyes. He had been ordered to this location and he was positive it was the right location but it was not the village of humbled citizens he expected to encounter. Instead he found himself deep within the forest, a series of low swooping branches hiding the sun, the green canopy a sky of its own. Deciding to chance it one last time, he called out to the clearing. “Is there a Genevieve Portfoot in the immediate area?”
“Janey!” shouted a voice.
The messenger quickly turned on his heel, hoping to see the elusive Genevieve. Not seeing her anywhere in sight, he made a face. “Genevieve..?”
“Janey,” corrected Genevieve again. Extending a hand downwards, she whistled to the messenger. “Up here, dear.” Smiling down to the bemused gentleman as she hung upside down from a branch, she motioned for him to take her hand. “Genevieve Portfoot IS my given name but I find it can be lots of words for the mouth and I don’t believe in wasting words…so please, Janey.” Shaking the man’s hand, she chuckled at his confusion. Loosening her hold over the branch, she fell into a handstand, wobbling around before managing to get onto her feet. “What brings you here, may I ask? Not many humans get lost shouting for a Portfoot!”
Regaining his sense of professionalism, the messenger removed a sealed envelope from the inside of his coat. He offered it to Janey, the Gnome staring dumbly at the paper. Noticing her make no motion to claim the invitation, he began to open it for her. He stopped at seeing her raise a hand. “Miss Portfoot?”
“Janey,” Janey blinked once, twice before erupting into guilty laughter. Shaking her head with a rueful smile, she confessed. “To be frank, I haven’t read for the past five years so I’m a little rusty with words. Might you be able to sum it up?”
“Oh, of course. In summation, your presence is required in Alesea by decree of our royal highness, Queen of Caplan…” He folded the letter and held it out for Genevieve.
Janey widened her deep brown eyes. “Pardons?” She rested a hand on her chest. “Me, a Gnome? But what could I possibly accomplish with my little Halfling arms?” Grabbing a leg, she raised it up entirely vertical in mock confusion. “What could be done with my rather flexible legs? Granted, I can reach the tip of your chin maybe but I’d…I’d,” She hopped on her other foot, leg still in the air as she contemplated. “…I’d have to stand on my hands and do a spin kick but even then, that’s a feat!” innocently exclaimed Janey.
The messenger pulled at his collar slightly, his attention everywhere but Janey. “I am not sure if you’re trying to proposition me…”
“Oh..!” Lowering her leg, Janey dismissed his claim with a smirk. “Well if I were I’m clearly not doing a good job…but I promise that is not the case. Although…” Crossing her arms over her chest, she narrowed her eyes. “Do you not find it a little strange I’d be sent for?”
“I would…” A sudden glint appeared to the messenger’s eyes. Stroking an invisible beard, he continued. “…I would, if not for our queen informing me of your supposed status-”
“Oh…?” Janey tapped her lips with her index finger, doing her best not to smile.
“You do not look deceased.”
“Looks can be deceiving,” retorted Janey sweetly.
“I do not believe I am talking to the undead-”
“I’ve died once.” Cut off Janey abruptly. “But that’s a long story and you surely don’t have the time..!” She chuckled, finally accepting the invitation. “I’ll be there, in Alesea, that is. Let our royal highness know?”
“But of course.” Mounting his steed, the messenger galloped away from the forest, leaving a very amused Janey to her thoughts…
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“What brings a Gnome to these parts?” inquired the bartender gingerly.
Janey clapped her hands. “I am delighted you asked…” Tapping her nose, she stared pensively up to the chandelier lights. “…though I’m really not sure myself,” Spinning a silver coin on the countertop, she spoke to the table. “Someone sent for me, said I had business at the palace, so here I am..!”
“You, a gnome? But what would ya do with your little Halfling arms?”
“That is EXACTLY what I said!” Janey banged the table forcefully, several drinks sloshing their contents onto the countertop. Blushing mildly from the excess use of strength, she rested her elbow on the table. “It is a curious bothersome terribly…exciting thing.” She lifted her gaze from the table, a fire in her eyes. “Shiny for your thoughts?” Tossing the tip to the bartender as she left the pub, she stood outside, briefly taking in the modernized world. “Bah.” Wiggling her nose in distaste, she sighed. Let’s see what this life has in store for me… Pocketing her hands, she began on her venture to the nearest inn.
(ooc: On a side note, no worries, Janey is clearly not the undead. But that’s another story on its own…yes, I like to abuse ellipses.)
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XornonJay
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Location: United States |
((i can not begin to explain how happy i am that this post is the only post in this game that is shorter then a paragraph. Gonna get this thing moving quickly here soon, just gonna give any stragglers time to create a character and join in))
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Decomposition
This Day We Fight!
Gender: Male
Location: Australia |
(ooc: lol, totally agree with you Xornon, my man. Great to get decent length posts, no?
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This Day We Fight!
Gender: Male
Location: Australia |
Thwack!
Slithers of bark cut his ear as the black arrow hammered into the trunk of the tree. Still, a far better result than would have occurred if his head had been where it was just a second earlier.
Blood trickled down the side of his neck and under his leather armour but he paid his bleeding ear no mind, his free hand was already busy clutching a piece of torn pant leg to the remnants of the arrow that was lodged in the bicep of his sword arm. His right leg was bruised and aching from the tree stump he had ploughed into early into the pursuit. All in all, his right side had taken quite the hammering.
A horn blew nearby. Once, twice, three times; they knew they had him, their attack was about to intensify. Suddenly, two Minotaur appeared a ways behind him, gaining fast, their human like legs pumping hard to close the distance. They yelled out to him in their native tongue, demanding that he give up his flight, but he simply ran harder.
He could see an end to the tree line some distance ahead and spurred his dodgy leg on harder, but as he neared the clearing his right ankle rolled on a small dead branch he failed to notice and he went down with a squawk of surprise.
The fall saved his life.
The arrow that would have struck the back of his skull sailed harmlessly overhead and the Minotaur hadn’t even finished cursing his bad luck when one of Orion’s six inch daggers lodged itself into its throat. The second Minotaur was on him in an instant, bearing down with all its weight, trying it’s best to strangle him and cave his skull in with a spiked cudgel at the same time.
Choking to death and his good arm using all its strength to hold off the cudgel, Orion forced away the searing pain in his injured arm to deliver a swift blow to the creature’s ribs. It did little damage, but separated their bodies enough that he was able to unsheathe one of his two remaining daggers. Quick as a flash he slammed the blade home into the side of the Minotaur’s neck and heaved the bulky creature off.
Clutching his throat and gasping for breath, he stomped his foot down onto the hilt of the dagger and the beast ceased its death throws. Orion collected his daggers, grinning at the bloodied blade that had felled the first beast. It was a miracle, underhanded throw with his non preferred hand.
“Thank you for teaching me to use either hand Ombrack,” he chuckled as he glanced at the fallen Minotaur, “though I don’t think your cousins share such sentiments.”
Thud
The arrow slammed into his right quad and he screamed but did not drop, instead he made a lumbering gait to the clearing. There was a reason he had come here, for he had been here before; his escape route lie nigh.
In the center of the clearing was a large fresh water pond. Most would think it just a water hole that the local fauna used to drink, but Orion had been taught its secret many years ago, by an old sorcerer when he was barely off the teat and even though he was so young, he remembered the secret clearly.
Clutching an amber medallion that hung about his neck, he screamed words in an alien tongue and plunged headlong into the pond. He felt intense pain, searing heat, deathly cold and then oblivion claimed him.
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Ombrack came into the clearing just as the ripples in the pond had died away, his frantic eyes darting this way and that.
“He can’t be far,” he roared to his band as they thundered into the clearing behind him. “Spread out! Find him! But bring him to me alive! This one dies by my hand alone!”
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Megami
Gender: Female
Location: Behind the dying Laptop |
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The owner of the armory store shook his head from the 3rd round of knocks to the front door. The tall and slender man had closed up shop hours earlier and didn’t understand who could possibly be that persistent around sunset. Sighing from another round of knocks, he got up from the back room and marched to the front of the shop. He leaned his forehead against the glass of the door. “My apologies, whoever you are. Shop is closed for the day!”
“Oh? But Teilus, you have something I want…”
“…that voice.” Mumbled Teilus. His hand slowly moved to unlock the door, Teilus breathing onto the glass. “Do I? What might that be?” Taking a deep breath and hoping his suspicions were correct, he pulled open the door. Confused at not immediately seeing a person, he lowered his gaze upon hearing a low cough close to ground level. A smile began to break his normally stony features. “...I don’t believe it.”
“Animakata.” Raising her head to meet Teilus’s eyes, Janey beamed from cheek to cheek. She slid off her hood and went on tiptoes to pat his shoulder. “Believe it!” Brushing past him and into the darkness of the shop, she trailed her fingers along the spotless display shelves. “I hope you’ve kept her decent.”
Still stunned by the presence of the Gnome, Teilus could only repeat the last of her words. “Decent…uhm, yeah, yes, of course,” Screwing up his face, he cautiously stepped after her. “I thought you retired your bow...all bows for that matter.”
“Well technically it retired me.” smirked Janey, hands on her hips. She tilted her head. “But we all know that story and it gets old fast.”
“And you’re standin’ here now.” He motioned her into the back of the shop. “Getting back into the game?”
“Not by choice...” Janey glanced to Teilus with a cool expression. Noting the furrowing of his brow grow more pronounced, she elaborated. “After my last…commission, I did retire my bow and services to the Queen. She has respected my wishes but these are politics and just because I care not to be pawn, it doesn’t change the fact things will notwork that way.” She shrugged. “What can I do?”
“Return to the wild?” Teilus retrieved a long mahogany bow from a glass case underneath the floorboards. Grabbing an arrow, he meticulously pulled the bow string back. “Sides, bein’ out in the wild for so long…prolly out of practice.”
Eyes focusing on the front of the store, Janey nodded. “Of course,” Pulling out her blade, she immediately parried the arrow shot to her back. She pitched her other sword to the wall next to the head of the astonished store owner. “…I am not.” Finished Janey testily. “You don’t have to shoot me to find out! You ask, I’ll tell you. It’s simple.”
Still on edge after the assault on his life, he smiled nervously. “Still can kill a fly on the wall, I see.”
“Don’t be foolish,” Janey sauntered up to Teilus with a diabolic grin. She slid her hand up the wall and wrapped her fingers around the hilt of her sword. “I missed. Now,” Wedging the sword free from the wall, she raised a brow. “Are you going to return Animakata or are we going to have a problem?” She asked him the question jokingly, her humor slightly fading from the brief tinge of guilt in his eyes. “Teilus?”
“Here,” Handing the rich bow over to Janey, Teilus lowered his head. “I was hoping…”
Janey drowned out the rest of his words, brown eyes furtively scanning the area. Detailed sketches…seven mock designs…note of completion. Weighing a sword in her free hand, she aimed the pointed edge beneath Teilus’s chin. “Teilus…though you are confident in the belief that curses do not exist curiosity begs me to ask. Did you make replicas of my bow...even though I have explicitly asked you to do the opposite? Think I mentioned burning it.” Said Janey, sweet voice laced with poison.
“Lucky I didn’t,” He pressed himself further into the wall, the sword growing uncomfortably closer.
“Didn’t answer my question.”
“No.”
A moment of silence passed between the former acquaintances. After what seemed forever, Janey lowered her weapon, the steel in her eyes having yet to die down. “Goodnight Teilus.” Sheathing the weapon, she turned casually on her heel and wordlessly left the shop.
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Upon Janey’s departure followed hours of bitter mumblings about property damage and the Halflings overreaction to little things. While he understood the origin of her claims he didn’t see the big deal behind her worries. “Cursed bow…” He locked the front door of his shop, eyes rolling into the back of his head from the ridiculousness of it all. “Of all the-” Teilus ended the sentence in a scream, an arrow skimming past his ear and into the pane of the door. Properly stunned for the second time in the night, he ran his fingers down the arrow and to the note at its tip.
“Teilus
Two things:
If you would like to ensure the continuation of your family line, please do not attack me with an arrow.
Let that be the first and last time you lie to me.
~Genevieve.
Oh and I may have overreacted. If I’m not sent out tomorrow, we’re drinking on me.”
Not sure how to react to the bipolar nature of the letter, Teilus chose to laugh. Shaking his head, he smiled guiltily and crumpled up the note. “Crazy halfing…”
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XornonJay
Senior Member
Gender: Male
Location: United States |
((just wanted all to know who are waiting, the movement towards starting is coming tonight. Excersice and dinner with the wife, then I will post the coucil and the call to all the characters. Hopefully we can get this thread pretty active and we'll get some more people interested.))
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Aug 17th, 2009 09:42 PM |
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XornonJay
Senior Member
Gender: Male
Location: United States |
As the day wore on, more and more beings arrived in the city of Alsea. Inns and taverns were filled to bursting with elves, dwarves, halflings, and southerns alike. As the day turned to night, royalty entered the city. Alexander and the Southern Guard, as well as representatives from the Northern Guard stood at the northern gate of Alsea, watching a small band of cloaked figures approach. As the riders came closer, entering the light put off by the torches the men held, the stunningly beautiful features of elves could be seen under the hoods. Alexander and the captain of the Northern Guard, Brockus, stepped forward.
"Who goes there, and what is your business in Alsea?" Brockus called. This was a mere formality, but a formality that was necessary in these time.
"My name is Gandolas Nerahmas, the king of the elves of Famelrahd, and I come with the blessing of your queen, Her Highness Melaine." Upon saying his name and rank, King Gandolas stepped off his horse and presented the letter the queen had sent to him. It was a simple letter, on plain parchment. It was, however, in the beautiful script of the queen and not her scribe. The letter was hand written by the queen herself, and sealed with her ring signet, and not a stamp.
Bowing low, Brockus motioned towards the city gate. "Please your highness, enter our fair city. Anything that you and your guests may require, you need but ask, and it shall be granted." Brockus motioned to two of his men.
"These men will guide you to the palace where a room has been arranged for you."
"You hospitality is most welcome and you have our thanks," said the king with a bow of his head. "Our only request is..." The king fell abruptly silent and his head whipped around to look behind him. "Someone comes."
The human and elven guards alike fell around the king in a tight circle, every open hand on its weapon. A moment passed where nothing was heard, then the faint sound of horses galloping was heard.
Alexander glanced at Brockus and narrowed his eyes. "Who would travel at such a pace at night. Surely that is not safe."
"Unlike your potholed roads in the south, Alexander, the roads in this land are quite nice, and able to be ridden without danger at night." A few men around Brockus who had heard the jibe snickered quietly, while Alexander could do nothing but glare in the presence of royalty.
A minute later, a group of horses, or ponies as it were, came into view. The lead rider road directly up to the light, then halted, motioning for the five behind him to do the same. Brockus once again moved to speak, but before you could, was interrupted.
"I am King Morhd Lorzahk, of the Glavar dwarves, and I come with blessings from your queen." The king jumped off of his mount and walked up to Brockus, handing his note to the bewildered officer. Looking up at the elven king, who still stood behind his guards, King Morhd puffed out his chest and bowed his head, more as an acknowledgement, then out of respect.
"Gandolas, though we have never met in person, I feel like I know you." The guards around the king stiffened at the lack of title. "I feel our kin are more alike then they care to admit. We are both proud people, who, only now in the time of greatest need would venture out in search of help."
King Gandolas stepped out of the circle of guards to stand in front of King Morhd. "I think, Morhd, that you correct." Gandolas put out his hand. "Though our kin have had little good to say to one another up to this point, let it be known that here, on this night, two kings have shaken hands, and put their differences aside."
Morhd shook Gandolas' hand. "At least until this nonsence blows over. Then you can go back to sniffing your prissy flowers," Morhd said with a smile.
"And you to your rock humping," replied the elven king.
And so together, for the first time in recorded history, the elven and dwarven king rode together, and entered the city of Alsea.
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Dawn was about to break and a old man fishing out on the lake heard a giant splash. He stood in his little boat and searched the fog covered water for whatever caused the ruckus. "Damn kids should know better then to swim in this damned lake, much less scare the fish away."
To the old mans surprise, a human man clad in leather armor, and armed to the teeth swam up to his boat and climbed in. "Where am I," the stranger asked, looking quite menacing with all of his knives. The old man noticed the youngster was bleeding also.
"What do you mean where are you? How can you not know where you are? Are you sick...in the head?" The old man said that last bit with a stammer and swallowed a lump in his throat.
"Just tell me where the hell I am," yelled Orion, clinching his teeth against the combined pain and cold.
"Your on the Jorkah Lake, just outside Alsea, the capitol of Cayplan."
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As the sun peaked its glorious head over the city wall, the hustle and bustle around the streets had already gotten into full swing. There were rumors all around town that elven royalty had walked through the streets the night before.
"They were so beautiful," said one old woman, "that I didn't know if they were male of female. They had to be male by the swords they carried, but my their faces were amazing."
"You must be crazy," said man. "I heard that the elven and dwarven king came into the city together. If one believes that, you must be daft."
But the city crawled with the same story. Of course other ridiculous stories were told. Children who had seen a group of fairies come flying in over the wall were rushing around excitedly, trying to find "the little pixies".
As high noon rolled around, the city was buzzing. Every citizen in the city was making their way to the palace courtyard, waiting to see the royalty from each nation. Young men hoping to see an exotic fairy, young women hoping to see a handsome elf.
Finally it is time, and trumpets blare the beginning of the procession. The first to enter the court yard is Queen Melaine, the monarch or Cayplan, the northern human province. She is a tall and gorgeous woman, in her twenties. She is a young queen who came to power after her mother and father died of fever due to a a plague that had devastated Alsea at the beginning of all the trouble with the Evil races. She is well loved by all her subjects, and has no problem waving at her people as she enters the council room.
The next to enter is King Thomas, of Belairio. He is an older man, with graying hair, but tall and very handsome. One would almost same that Melaine and thomas could be related, but that would be ridiculous. How could the two royal families be related?
After the king, Morhd and Gandolas entered together. People were shocked to see the elven and dwarven king together, especially the other elves and dwarves in the city. But there they were, like they had known each other as children.
After that, the Centaur king and queen followed by the fairy queen entered the courtyard. The only thing one could notice on the fairy queen that marked her as one of her own was the odd color of her eyes. They shown a brilliant red with a rim of purple. She smiled and waved as the people stared in amazement at her beauty and grace.
Once the royal procession was through the courtyard, people rushed to the side entrance, trying to be one of the few of their race that would be allowed in.
Rador and Narku were one of the first in line, as they had been waiting by the door, realizing they would be able to see the royals inside better then through the legs of all people outside. Alexander was also inside, but he had a front row seat as King Thomas' personal guard. All was set and ready for history.
((time for bed, go ahead and post your characters entrance into the council and/or things they do before hand, and we'll get this party started tomorrow. Decomp, if you had other plans for Orion, never mind my post above for him, and i apologize))
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Decomposition
This Day We Fight!
Gender: Male
Location: Australia |
((OOC: Well, I did have some other plans for Orion, Xornon my man. Was going to keep him separate from the rest of the group for a while and build up a bit of a back story and such before coming into contact with the rest of you guys (only reason I wanted to do this is because I'm going away over the week end, so the rest of the story can carry on whilst I am away and I can jump back in then)....that being said, there is no reason why someone, like you, for example, can't play my character until I get back. That's the beauty of RP's, anything can get thrown at you at anytime so I'm not really fussed either way...being your RP, it's your call bro.))
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Aug 18th, 2009 06:48 AM |
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XornonJay
Senior Member
Gender: Male
Location: United States |
((back story is better then someone who doesn't know the character playing him. And your right about keeping him away from the main group while your away. See, I love having smart writters who know what to do in situations like that. I'm so happy  ))
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This Day We Fight!
Gender: Male
Location: Australia |
((lol, I live to please bro, anyhow, some weird sh*ts about to start happening with my man Orion  ))
The cloaked figure moved the ebony Ranger* with a bony hand, claiming an ivory Sorcerer, his flaming gaze never leaving his opponents face for an instant.
“Check,”
Wincing, his opponent studied the board in earnest. This was a battle he could ill afford to loose. Reaching out tentatively he began to move his own Ranger, then changed his mind and moved his Knight, claiming the Ranger threatening his King. Only at the last second did he see the trap for what it was.
He should have moved the Ranger.
The bony hand moved the ebony Queen swiftly, taking the Ranger and trapping his King next to his own bloody Knight.
“I believe you are done, my friend,” the eyes blazed brighter. The bony hand reached across the game board and coiled around his neck. “Checkmate!”
Crash!
The peel of thunder was so loud that it startled him out of his nightmare and he landed in a painful, groaning heap on a wooden floor. “Hnnahhhh…” he sucked in a breath and tried to rise but his right leg gave out and he crashed back to the floor. He lay there panting for some time before a head popped into his field of vision.
The girl beamed at him, waving her hand annoyingly in front of his eyes. “You alright, mister? Boy, you sure are clumsy!” Laughing at him as he lay there blinking dumbly, she offered him support and helped him back onto the bed.
His leg felt as if it was aflame and he let out a startled gasp. “What…where am I?” he ground out, sounding much harsher than intended. The girl eyed him up and down, she must be about eleven, maybe twelve summers old, he thought idly.
“A safe place, mister, that’s all that matters, right?”
“Right, I guess. How long have I been here?”
“Six nights.”
“Six nights, huh…brilliant!”
The girl put her fists on her hips. “Well, if you don’t like the hospitality, mister, you can just go on and get lost!” She stormed out of the room in a huff.
Orion laid his forearm across his eyes and groaned in frustration. Well, this is just fine and dandy, he thought. If it isn’t blood thirsty Minotaur’s out to get me it’s moody pre-teen girls driving me up the wall.
Welcome back the world of the living, Orion my friend!
((* The game that is being played at the start of the post is chess…I have merely changed the following pieces to differ it from the real world version; Ranger = Rook, Grunt = Pawn, Sorcerer = Bishop…the Knight, Queen and King remain the same. I was too tired (read – lazy) to change anything else, hence the terms check and checkmate remain too…))
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Megami
Gender: Female
Location: Behind the dying Laptop |
((ooc: so...mild confession of sorts. In the next 6 days I'll be heading to Japan for a semester. I'm aware I'll have internet but I'm not quite sure of how frequently or what life abroad will have in store. i'll do my best to keep up but I won't make promises i can't keep. Fine print aside...))
With the dwindling strength left in her worn body and beads of sweat streaming down her face, Genevieve expelled the very last of her nature magic over the monolith of a creature. Roots surged from deep within the earth to further entangle themselves with vines and other plants that had wound around the body of the struggling Minotaur. Fearful she’d lose her grip, she locked her legs around the hairy beast’s neck, her surprisingly strong arms keeping the Minotaur’s mouth open. Letting her gaze linger out into the distance, she almost hesitated, heart rising into her throat.
Upon hearing the familiar and comforting thwang of the bow, all of her worries and apprehensions vanished. She exhaled as she watched the arrow sail across the clearing and into the mouth of the Minotaur, determined to reach its true target. Losing her breath as the arrow took her in the chest; her hands lost their grip on the dead beast. The arrow escaped through her back, the dying Janey launched into the air, the strangest of smiles gracing her features…
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Janey jolted herself upright, hands desperately trying to stem the blood flow of the wound no longer there. Pressing her hands tightly to her chest, she took several breaths in an attempt to regain her bearings. “Damn it…” Blinking, she slid out of her sweat drenched sheets, mind spinning from the graphic nature of the dream.
Grabbing her bow and an arrow, she stumbled over to the tiny balcony of her room in the Inn. With every step taken, she felt her emotions begin to overwhelm her, a rare moment for the Halfling. Walking out into the night air, she pulled back the arrow and aimed for one of the few things she would always miss. The arrow zoomed into the night sky, skimming the obsidian blanket of stars, falling short of its ethereal pale white target. Janey watched as it spiraled down from the moon and back to the waiting earth, jumping slightly from the small yelp in the distance.
“Oops?” She wiped away a bitter tear, gaining a small smile as she mentally collected herself. Dropping the bow, she rested her hands on the handrail and made a wry face. “Janey needs a drink…”
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Leaning against the walls by the side doors, Janey watched the commencement of the procession. She tapped her nose with a suspicious smirk as the Queen and King of the human territories gracefully entered the scene. She turned her gaze aside when the Elven King and Dwarven King walked the path together. She had nothing against the unification of the races. Rather, if she could help it, she would prefer not to see another elf for quite some time. Wrong place to be for that.
Returning her attention to the procession, she tuned in as the last of the Kings and Queens made their way into the Palace. There was no sight of a Gnome King or Queen, nor was Janey expecting there to be. Though her race would gladly contribute to the cause, they functioned in such a way that there was no particularly ruler of their territory. Least last I checked… The side doors creaked open, the anxious crowd rushing the entrance. Swinging her hands behind her head, with a shrug and a whistle she entered the palace…
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Aug 19th, 2009 09:48 AM |
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Scarlet Fox
Gun Slinger
Gender: Female
Location: Bang.. |
Morning before...
Petal made her way back down the steps of the inn, wearing the same red cloak as when she came in the night before. She held spear in hand like a walking stick, her sword hidden under the cloaks fabric.
She stepped out of the inn and made her way down the alley as a short cut again and there met up with two guards talking, blood upon the dirt where one of the three men from last night died. One of the guards, who happened to be the one who told her not to go down the alley last nigt, stopped her, and as soon as he saw who it was he smiled.
Hello again Miss. I am happy you are safe. There was an inncedent here from last night. Apparently a few of the city goons got into a fight. Didnt end neatly as you can probably tell... Good thing you went around huh?He smiled again and Petal nodded. ]Yes, I suppose it is a lucky thing. Now I would love to chat but I am on my way to the Procession. Excuss me. She bowed her head lightly and walked by them.
Processions Commencment.
Petal watched as the Kings and queens of all the races made their way in. She automatically took notice of the Fairy queen, easily marked for her eyes. Like the queens, her eyes were shaded brightly. Though pink instead of red. She watched a bit longer, she didnt notice the gnome King or Queen. -Wonder where they are.- She asked herself thoughtfully. As other people began to make thier way into the Palace she herself made her way in. There was no rush for her really. Even if she got locked out her letter would get her in again.
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=Izic Eldor walked with his king about two steps behind him. He kept a wary eye upon the Dwarf king. Though Izic was the one who convinced the King to join in the fight, he still didnt trust alot of the them. Not only has he been named Ambasador of the Elves to the council, he was also the War cheif of the Army. It was his job to expect the worst. Though he hoped the Worst didnt happen. He let out a small sigh then began eye scanning. His precise eyes looked upon every detail of the area they were in. Every Nook. Every cranny. Best possible route to get out in the event of the unexpected. He was a tense guy, always at the ready to react to almost anything.=
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