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The Lake of Tears [R]; The Storms of Requiem (Still Accepting!)
Topic Started: 8 Nov 2008, 08:39 AM (1,070 Views)
TheInterloper	8 Nov 2008, 08:39 AM Post #1
Regular Posts: 260 Group: Members Member #1,207 Joined: 23 July 2008 Country: United States of America Favorite theme: RPA 2: Standard	In case this didn't become apparent from the OOC, I won't be posting any sort of "Introduction Post" until we get past the Prelude of the RP. Unlike what you will see afterwards, this specific case concentrates upon your characters - in other words, I want you to set up the setting, the premise, and most importantly, your PC(s). Put them somewhere in Yutha and have them start out interacting with the world and its people and places, and either I or other players will dutifully react accordingly. I want this game to be as accessible and as immersive as possible without driving you onto any particular course during the Prelude. In many ways, this allows a lot of flexibility - albeit more than I'd usually prefer in a structured RP (we don't want this going completely free-form now :p), but will serve more purposes than I'd care to name. Just remember that everything you do will have consequences as always. Do something either great or minor, and it'll definitely affect you and/or those around you probably well beyond from when you start on the track of the main plot. Everything will be near-equivalent in nature between the Prelude and the first Campaign, only the former won't have an all-encompassing plot. Your only true "task" overall is to make sure your characters end up either at or heading towards the northern half of Yutha, preferably in 1-3 groups, though you can stay individual if that's how your character is. That said: the topic is open for posting! ---- Campaign Track 0: Prelude -- 1: Lake of Tears -- 2: TBA -- 3: TBA ...



Alinethia	8 Nov 2008, 05:21 PM Post #2
Addict Posts: 732 Group: Members Member #1,524 Joined: 5 October 2008 Country: United States of America Favorite theme: RPA 2: Dark	Movement, rest and then sleep, three things that had become Aelrahin's life after she had left the only place she had ever known, far off behind her lay the small patch of secluded forest that held no name other then the simple one of 'Home' to her. The small patch of forest bordering the unknown place titled Holston. Why she had felt the pull to travel in the direction that her mother had said was North..was beyond her, the harder task was trying to attain the path when Aelrahin reached the northern edge of a vast forest. Parting lips gave way to birth a outpouring of air expelled from her lungs, a soft sigh of discontent given as emerald hues scanned the flat surface that lay stretched beyond. Sure she feared the unknown forest she had traveled through, the wildlife not those she had befriended. The large woods that had been come to be known as Three Straits woods held many a danger and most were easily by the female that had been born into the wilds of the forest regions. One danger had been a pack of wolves nine strong that did not desire an outsider within their territory and thus gave chase to Aelrahin. The strange pack of wolves had given chase, three days previously, and her flight through the forest had ended up with Aelrahin face to face with a large grizzly, trapped between those that chased her from their territory right into the face of a greater danger. That of a opening mouthful of wicked teeth owned by a solitary male grizzly that was startled and non to happy. However the pursuing pack had been left behind to face the bears full wrath as Aelrahin offered a falsetto pitched sound of fear, a shriek that reverberated throughout the trees and caused more confusion, enough that she darted quickly away and used the simple ability that her kind held, melding into the landscape. Aelrahin easily lost herself by hiding as she used the trees for cover. Looking the part of a sneaky female that was seen for a moment then simply vanished with no or little trace. Now she stood idle completing taking her first step out of what she was used to and a realm very foreign to her. Pale left hand flowing up to smooth down wild green curls, a few leaves removed from her hair before her left leg slowly rose. As if a child daring something strange happening, she placed her upraised foot down hard then took another. A deep indrawn breath would be held as her form trembled, then another step was taking. Aelrahin moved as if a child sneaking into a place she had no right to be and knew full well what she was attempting. Lips curling upwards slowly into a soft smile before a soft nervous falsetto laugh was given. Another step taken, and another before she turned her head left to glance over her shoulder. Raising her left hand to motion a halfhearted farewell before her form straightened, then pushed forward. Moving out of the beloved cover of trees, Aelrahin headed Northwest across the grasslands, several days spent in her journey across the open area until she spied a distant a dark shape that seemed to offer up feathery plums of what could be smoke. 'Smoke'.....is it a fire upon the flat land?' It did not look to be a small amount of smoke but large enough she could view it from afar. The town of Numend lay upon the shore of a lake unknown to Aelrahin. That left Aelrahin fearful before she grasped her long bow tighter within her right hand, it would be shifted over her arm to allow it to settle upon her shoulder as she ran, raced along the unfamiliar ground in an attempt to get closer to the supposed flames of destruction and life in its own right. Fire was to be feared if it was such of large scale. And so Aelrahin found herself moving at a brisk jog that her kind could carry on for several hours if need be, Linwe had made sure her daughter developed such just as well as many other teachings. Long games of hide and seek lasting for hours had easily made training a game, unknown to Aelrahin when in her younger years, however she was not an ignorant female and realized just what her mothers actions had truly been for. Not games but hard training in the guise of fun. Her mother had been a very wise teacher, perhaps one of the best. An hour of closing the gap between her and the image of the dark speck upon the horizon flowed past like the very winds before Aelrahin slowed and walked with a fast pace, her left hand wiping a thin beading of sweat from her brow as the attempt to catch her breath was given. Closer yet but not there just yet. Eventually halting to check the leather pack hung from her waist, the food she had was still with her. A breath of relief given that she had not bounced the apples and other perishables she carried within the small leather deer skin bag. Adjusting her bow once again before Aelrahin stretched then gazed towards what she come to find to be a large village, moved onwards to close the gap. Some time later she had finally arrived at the small town, running directly past the open gates as two guards cried out for her to halt, it went unheeded as Aelrahin cried out in fear "THOSI!" before she skidded to a halt and simply stood looking dumbstruck, her fear causing her not to realize that many houses aligned the main portion of the street, smoke drifting lazily upwards from many stone chimneys to gather into one large mass. Aelrahin would blink as the guards caught up and examined the lone female who had raced past like the devil himself had been upon her heels, then shrieked out a strange word. The image as foreign to them as to her as she viewed the chain mailed males. A wide grin given showed white straight teeth as the smaller of the pair grabbed her arm and turned her forcefully to face him. Gazing down at Aelrahin as she winced. His words only half understood as he addressed her. "What is your business here?" He cast a not to trusting expression to the forest elf as the taller of the pair suddenly started to laugh, a deep throaty laugh that soon grew in volume as the elder guard tried to choke out "Release the elf...she thinks the town is on fire...the small slip of our new friend here offers only a cry of alarm, not an attack." The smaller guard would release Aelrahin's arm before casting his senior a confused gaze. The elder guard speaking in a low tone "Thosi means fire..she must have thought the houses were burning." He shrugged before realized a small crowd was growing. "Get back to your post." They both turned to make their way back to the gate as Aelrahin offered a bow then farewell to both. "Tae os pae shi thas!" before she turned then examined the village in better detail. Taking a few moments to smooth down the wayward strands of green, brush off her clothing to remove the dust from traveling before Aelrahin took in a deep breath then made a slow path farther into the village. Ready to explore all and even more if it could be found. She gracefully stepped aside as a horse and cart clattered on by, gazing at the sight wide eyed as her lower jaw dropped open in shock at such a strange sight. 'What an easy way of...moving....and carrying large things.....wow....and I thought travel by grizzly back was good...I wish I had thought of a moving platform!' Her attention would quickly be turned to the sound of distant cries of a market and its wares being called out by various merchants..unseen as of yet. Alerahin would make a slow path towards her second shock of the day; that of a fair sized market holding a wide variety of wares desired by many. Her arrival would be known as she released a loud squealing cry of pleasure that flowed over the wind to be heard by many as the elder guard began to bellow loudly once more before he spoke "Things have just picked up my young partner!" Aelrahin would make a slow path along the merchant section as her wide eyed expression looked as if she was a kid in the largest sweets booth ever created. "Tae os pae shi thas!" = "May your day be fair!" Edited by Alinethia, 8 Nov 2008, 08:37 PM.



Drakedragon	8 Nov 2008, 08:39 PM Post #3
Addict Posts: 903 Group: Members Member #1,035 Joined: 14 June 2008 Country: United States of America	The tundras of the northern region of Yutha were as cold as one could expect. An icy wind bringing with it a powerful chill that could bring shivers to most ill-prepared for such temperatures. A small village, Rossember, about a mile into the frozen plains seem to howl and sing with each strong breeze that blew between and across the houses. Most were carefully built and insulated to keep in warmth, though now all of them seemed to be deserted and empty. Windows were shattered and broken into and front doors were wide open, letting the chilling winds enter in and leave their mark. Still, the unusual silence did little to impede the approach of a tall, lean youth. He was incredibly tall, a little over seven feet, and stood with his right foot planted in front of him, a noticeable rush of wind beneath his feet and holding him steady some fifty feet off the ground as his speeding form moved unhindered by the howling winds. He had come prepared, garbed in a simple blue tunic with a long, heavy jacket over top, tied tightly at the waist with a sash and a pair of black breeches with thick, warm strips of wool tied over top and a pair of black calf-high boots. Over all of that he wore a heavy navy blue cloak with a simple brooch to pin it together at the front. As he neared the village, he began to slow down and descend towards the ground. Once he was about five feet up it, he stopped and looked around with squinted eyes, trying to penetrate the wintry veil all around him. A bad blizzard had obviously passed through recently and this was its back end. Can hardly see anything... I know that's the village... unless those big dark lumps are monsters... Cautiously now, the wind current carried him forward towards the empty village and, once he was certain it was his destination, he allowed the current beneath him to disperse and dropped to his feet, his boots crunching the snow beneath him. Looks like those rumors might be right. This place is totally empty... He thought as he looked around, checking each and every house only to find not a single soul in sight. Whatever's responsible sure knows how to pick its targets. With all this bad weather, it's a no wonder it was able to clean out the village without getting caught. He sighed and folded his arms over his chest, No tracks or anything either. But then, what was I expecting to find? My own tracks are already disappearing and I'm not catching any sort of scent... except blood. He scratched the back of his head under his long, light blue hair, which was whipping this way and that in the wind, barely restrained by the low ponytail in which he kept it. ...I should probably head back. I didn't tell Master Hraldin I was leaving again, he'll probably be angry with me. Sighing in defeat, he turned and headed towards the edge of the village. However, it was then that the wind shifted and carried with it a fowl scent. The young man froze on the spot and whipped his gaze around for a moment before he moved towards the smell. It's probably a rotting corpse... but better to be safe, than sorry. He thought as he unsheathed his short sword, gripping it tightly in his right hand and donned his elbow blade onto his left arm before moving forward, turning a corner down an alley between two houses. The scent was growing stronger and by now, he could definitely tell it wasn't just a rotting corpse. There was another scent mixed with it, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. What is this smell? He thought as he peered around the corner. What he saw was a mutilated corpse. Judging from its condition, it had to have been some traveler or another adventurer. Something was leaning over it and biting into it, clearly having a feast. It was dark so he couldn't make out any details, but he could see it hadn't noticed him yet, he was downwind of it. Not for long, however. The winds shifted again and the thing froze. Blast it all... Scowled the young man to himself, and turned to bolt back down the alley as he heard an inhuman howl come from around the corner and heard strange footfalls behind him. Get out of this alleyway, you are horrible at tight quarters fighting! He berated himself as he stumbled out onto the streets and turned to face what was chasing him. He jumped back instantly as a hand of nasty claws tried to rip open his chest. He glared at the thing, but the wind was picking up again and made seeing it incredibly difficult. He saw an outline of something vaguely humanoid with wild hair. "Who in the world are you? What in the world are you?" He demanded evenly as he flourished his sword, flipping it in his hand once as he slid one foot back, taking on a defensive stance. He recieved no answer, but the stranger's form suddenly took a few steps back and vanished from his peripheral view. Mumbling under his breath, he tried to concentrate on listening for it, but the howling winds made this difficult, and for some reason, he was finding it difficult to communicate with the local wind spirits. The whistle of the wind against something behind him was the only warning he got before he narrowly avoided getting lashed across the back. He distinctly felt the attack glance off his wind barrier and cause it a fair amount of strain. ...Okay, so it's sneaky, fast and strong. Wonderful. He thought as he watched it disappear again. It came at him again several times and the youth barely managed to avoid being struck by it, aided by the wind currents he kept flowing around himself. The last time, however, he failed to notice its approach and it struck hard against his wind barrier, pausing for a second, before the barrier gave and let the strike slip through and the young man barely blocked it with his elbow blade, surprise at the creature's sudden stealth. I can't fight and win against this thing in these conditions... I have to get out of here! He thought as he took off towards the edge of the village and almost had his head taken off. At that instant, his own wind current flowed down below his feet and, like before, lifted him high into the air very quickly, out of the thing's reach. Without hesitating, he took off at top speed back the way he came, panting and glancing over his shoulder in the direction of the village that was already gone from his sight. That... whatever it was... could not have been a human, elf, dwarf or... well anything of the other races. He thought as he faced forward, his speedy pace already bringing him to the edge of the tundra and coming to the greener plains of the edge of Northern Yutha. About an hour later, he landed on the ground outside of Numend. The guards at the gate weren't surprised to see him drop out of the sky like that, he had become a regular over the past few weeks, so they didn't bother to stop him as he waltzed into town, though one of them gave him a look, the kind he had gotten used to receiving from humans. He passed through the market district on his way back to his Master's, purchasing an apple along the way to munch on it as he walked... ((In case you want to make this town the one she entered, Alinethia. It's the one to the west of the Three Strait Woods.))



StormWolf	9 Nov 2008, 08:35 AM Post #4
Regular Posts: 469 Group: Members Member #1,266 Joined: 1 August 2008 Country: United States of America	The forest was quiet as a graveyard, not a single noise was made. Not the chirp of a bird or the chittering of a squirrel; all was deathly silent. Such eerie serenity in the wild, so strange to see such a lack of the song of nature. Breaking the disturbing silence was the sound of padded feet hitting the ground. First it was two, then six, then nine. Running at the head of the pack was a wisp of silver and white and black, eyes like gems behind the silver locks of long hair. The White Wolf, as the stories of hunters who became the hunted said. The stories are nothing short of nonsense. Some claim that the White Wolf is a ghost or and angry spirit; they wished. Ghosts and spirits cannot harm the material, but the White Wolf most surely can, having cleaved many a poacher in twain with his war axe. Now, White Wolf and his pack have been enjoying a rare treat, a humanoid creature; elf, judging by the smell of crushed pine leaves. This elf had been leading the Pack on a wild chase of three days length. White Wolf, or Myradyr if one wished to call him by his elven name, had a happy smile upon his face. Too long has it been since he and his pack encountered such a fit trespasser on their new turf, the rest of the Pack shared their alpha's smile. A shame she has trespassed our land... This girl seems so interesting. Her luxurious, long hair and her soft-to-the-sight skin, her natural scent and her... Wait, what the hell am I thinking? Myradyr shook his maned head, his own head stopped working with him, frustrating to say the least. He has been pursuing this woman for three days, and he can think of little else than how attractive she looks. Myradyr slapped himself for that. Refocusing, the White Wolf separated from the pack, taking a different path, being able to cross more ground that way and hopefully cut her off. For the better part of fifteen minutes, Myradyr looked high and low for the petite woman, wanting just to look at her once more or get a waft of her scent, but then again, her scent was that of the forest. "Clever..." He said to himself. Having given up looking for the woman, Myradyr sat himself down on a tree branch, many meters off of the ground. Maintaining perfect balance on the branch, Myradyr pondered on the woman, so many unfamiliar things flooded his mind, so many questions and thoughts and fantasies. He wondered what her voice sounded like or what her personality was like i he could talk to her. "Oh well," he said with a sigh, "I guess I shouldn't be..." he was cut off by a feminine scream not far from him. Grabbing his axe by the haft he leapt from his branch and landed into a swift run. Myradyr redoubled his search, only to find his pack again, chasing off a brutalized grizzly. One of the elder wolves looked at Myradyr with a chastising look, like he knew what Myradyr left for. The old wolf just shook it's head and walked over to soft patch of grass and fell asleep. Myradyr followed the elder wolf and sat down next to him, recieving a tired look from the elder, You would never have let us take her down... "What makes you say-" Don't try to hide it. You reek of interest as much as she reeked of pine needles. I swear... your scent is making me sick. "Oh... Don't be such a bitch about it..." Excuse me? "Um... Nothing... S-sorry." Hmph. Myradyr chuckled at his elder and his wise but insulting council. Elder Wolf always knew the ins and outs of life, or life for a wolf, anyway. Myradyr bcame lost in thought, his hand running over the soft fur of his most prized possession, his cloak. He thought of all the lessons that his Wolfmother had taught him, one of her lessons came to mind as if it was a message from the beyond, like a guide. My Child. Do not dispair. The gods are not altogether unkind; but, they will not help you unless you help yourself. If you truely wish to meet this girl, go forth and stop being the coardly child that I first met you as. You have grown into a handsome young male, act like on. Myradyr jerked his hand away from the cloak, looking at his hand, s it was coated with frost. He clenched his fist to disperse the thin layer of sleet, then looked up the the sky before standing and heading toward Holston, "Yes Mother..." he said as he took his leave.



Alinethia	9 Nov 2008, 07:10 PM Post #5
Addict Posts: 732 Group: Members Member #1,524 Joined: 5 October 2008 Country: United States of America Favorite theme: RPA 2: Dark	Treasures, fine things to eat, all surrounded the eye with a air of pleasantness, at least that is how Aelrahin came to view the scene before her. Although the market area was small on the size upon the scale of larger cities, for a first timer it was nothing short of amazing. Unknown to Aelrahin that the marketplace was filled with the unseen pickpockets, waifs and undesirables that came with the territory. The unsettling feeling of quickly becoming overwhelmed soon flowed through Aelrahin as she hurried off to scoot from the main street, taking cover as her small frame would scramble to set upon an old crate set beside a wooden construct as she settled in to rest. Her back pressed up against the wooden front of the edge of an old shack set beside the booth. Slender fingers would push into the pack hung from her waist to retrieve a single plump pear. It would be wiped clean upon the golden fabric of her dress before she slowly ate the pear. Her eyes never leaving the scene of bartering and those calling out their pitch in an attempt to sell their wares. The many calls and conversation flowed to her over the gentle winds "Fresh meat.....FISH......Staples!" among many other things could be heard. Simply taking in all around as emerald hues scanned the area, watching those go about their business, buying and selling, Aelrahin set back while she learned in silenced. The small booth holding an elderly lady proprietor would greet a common human as the young lady riffled through a slim selection of fabrics before picking one that was a plain black pitch. Aelrahin casting a winsome smile of happiness as the two haggled over a price both could agree upon. Learning just how to go about fitting in as best she could,she could only now appreciate the grueling times of learning common from her mother. Taking the last few bites of the sweet pulp of the pear before gently removing the seeds, they would be placed away into a small haphazardly sewn on pocket of the bag before she rose, then moved to dig a small hole in the ground, the left over core would be buried and forgotten as Aelrahin moved off with a quick pace to explore the area in further detail. A breeze would kick up as she had finally come realize that the town held many odors and most of them were borderline unpleasant, at least by her standards, the standards of pristine fresh air. Her nose would wrinkle in a mild response before Aelrahin would halt before a simple long table, set upon it small boxes that held small sections of wood that held various rings and pieces of bracelets. Aelrahin would immediately recognize the short rotund form of a young dwarven male. His line of sight shifting from a milling waif child, his booming tone chasing away a potential thief in the making "Shove off youn one....this be no place for the likes of a kiddy!" The dwarven male would allow his gaze to flow over and take in Aelrahin as a careful study was given, slowly a wide grin given as he came to the conclusion that he may have found his latest fool. "Aye Missy....how are you this fine day? come shopping for a piece for a love one..Here....this fine ring may be fitten what you seek pretty lass of the wilds." The dwarf would pull out a small box set next to his feet, opening it to remove a single ring that held the quality of finery that a dwarf could create. It held a silver band fashioned in the shape of a dragon, the eye a single obsidian stone set to gleam in a charm that such an expensive piece could only hold. It was lovely and Aelrahin quickly was taken with the ring. Holding no concept as she used the words that she had heard the female buying the fabric. "How much Miss?" The dwarf would arch his left brow before chuckling loudly "Its Mr and I will part with it for one hundred and fifty gold pieces." Aelrahin realizing that the amount she carried would gain that and she would still have enough left over to buy a few supplies. Reaching into her bag as the dwarf quickly spoke to seal the deal. "It is one of a kind miss! you will have the only one ever made." Aelrahin began to count out her coins as she smiled broadly. "It is lovely, your wares are breathtaking sir." The dwarf smiled then held out plump fingers to obtain the coins as he smiled wide 'Suckers...They are just so easy..one of a kind from that box...that is!' glancing around as she smiled at a few passing by. One a tall male that was intent upon eating a fine looking apple. Then her attention would be turned back to the dealing at hand as the dwarf simply offered a loud cough to attract her attention once more. "You best hold unto your coins....there be thief's around, they will take your money miss..and leave you with nothing!" A final attempt at playing the good guy in regards to Aelrahin.



Drakedragon	9 Nov 2008, 07:12 PM Post #6
Addict Posts: 903 Group: Members Member #1,035 Joined: 14 June 2008 Country: United States of America	The tall young man easily spotted the oddity as he walked through the market district, taking a bite out of his apple. It was a woman, an elf obviously, who stuck out like an exotic wild flower amongst a field of daisies. Whistling, the Wind Blade took a few big bites out of the fruit, finishing it in a few chomps and swallowing, wiping his mouth, and moved towards the elf. As far as elves went, she was just about everything he heard, but elves were seldom seen this far from their forested homes. He could tell from the look on her face, that she wasn't used to civilization. She looked like a child in a candy shop! As he got closer, he heard her speaking to everyone mostly in elvish with the occasional expression in common. Sighing, he waltzed over to the woman and looked down at her curiously before he addressed her in elvish (he knew enough to get by), "♣~ Greetings! Welcome to Numend my curious lady! Tell me, what brings you so far from the forest?~♣" As he did, he gave her a closer look, finding her odd choice of clothing to be in support of his previous assumption. He probably should have kept going and returned to his Master. Hrandil would be very cross with him, but his curiosity had been whetted and a bump on the head was well within his range of acceptable punishments for delay. Edited by Drakedragon, 9 Nov 2008, 07:17 PM.



StormWolf	9 Nov 2008, 09:56 PM Post #7
Regular Posts: 469 Group: Members Member #1,266 Joined: 1 August 2008 Country: United States of America	Myradyr surveyed the town from the edge of the trees, observing the behavior of the guards and picking up the various scents that wafted from the town like the body odor of a barbarian. Fish and sweat and cheap alcohol, the average pit-stop for the any traveler. Getting in would prove a problem, the sight of Myradyr alone is enough to cause alarm, so he would have to either sneak in or conjure up a clever disguise out of thin air. Sneaking in it was. Bolting through the tall grass with great speak and stealth, the half-breed reached the log post wall of the trader town. He checked to see if anyone was watching before crouching down to bunch his muscles together, then leapt up and over the wall; landing silently behind the inn. He saw a brown wool cloak with a wide hood hanging on a clothesline, "Perfect..." He whispered to himself. Liberating the cloak from it's perch, Myradyr adorned himself in it and pulled the hood over his head to hide his ears and his eyes. The allowed the rest of the cloak to conceal his armor and weapons; in no time at all, Myradyr looked like an average beggar or vagabond. Walking out from behind the inn, the Half-breed surveyed his surroundings; exits, guard posts and patrols, the works. It was an instinct of his, something Wolfmother had grained into him. Whenever someone got too close or if he felt their gaze lingered for too long, he readied himself to fight. He nearly lopped off the head of some merchant who tugged on his sleeve; he gave the sheepish man a glare from one of his eyes, glowing like a cavern jewel under his hood when the sun hit it. Once the merchant saw the eyes, he diverted himself and scampered away I'll be regretting that later..., he told himself. Myradyr looked about the busy street with trained eyes, for the air was too congested with different smells to pick out her natural scent. He soon became frustrated, knowing that seeing her would be difficult, simply because of her size and the thick crowd made things even harder. With a deep sigh, the White Wolf worked his way to the chapel in the town center; he had an idea. Reaching the chapel itself, Myradyr wasted no time in finding a secluded spot, concealed from sight, and began to scale the steeple. After a few minutes of climbing, he reached the bell at the top and there, he made his perch. Observing the people and places carefully, looking for her tell-tale features. For a good long while the Half-breed sat upon that steeple, looking for the woman who had captures his interest during the chase in the forest. Perhaps it was his youthful naivet� or his hunter's instinct, but he wanted to speak with her, he felt compelled, possessed even. Right when he was almost ready to give up hope and head back to the wilderness, he saw something, like the green flash before the sun sets over the horizon. It was her, it had to be. He saw someone with a grand mane of green hair speaking with a dwarf merchant, poor girl..., he thought. People who dealt with dwarf jewelers always got cheated out of their coin. Myradyr stood on his perch, his cloak making him blend with the wood of the steeple's frame. One could see him if they were looking for him, or if they had the trained eyes of an elf. The White Wolf used his hunter's gaze to see further into the crowd, to get a look at her and the things around her, when a man eating an apple walked up to her, and seemed to engage in pleasantries with her. God's burn me... Why am I so inquisitive all of a sudden. I have never been so compulsive in my life, not this in this manner, anyway. What should I do... She'll probably recognize my scent and know I was the leader of the pack chasing her, wont she? Then again... No, what am I doing? Damn you, Myradyr! Damn you and your human curiosity! It will kill you some day! Letting loose a deep sigh, Myradyr looked beneath him and saw a carriage full of different textiles and other soft objects. Without fear or apprehension, he took a step off of the steeple. He felt his gut lurch as he had a brief feeling of weightlessness during the short fall, but the shock from landing ended that. The White Wolf took a moment to recollect himself before slinking out of the back of the cart, heading towards the area he saw the elf lady with the green hair and the mysterious man. Isn't she the popular one..., he thought to himself with a wolfish smile as she came into view. In the past few moments, she had been confronted by two men and watched by one. Perhaps it was her aroma, something that caught the attention of certain individuals, or it could be her easy-going and calming demeanor, how her presence seems to calm the most savage of beasts. Even Myradyr, a person filled with loathing and hate for all things, felt as if he was lifted up on invisible wings the closer he got. Animals near her seemed to sleep. He took a moment, staying in the crowd. He wanted to see how things between this mysterious man and woman would unfold.



Alinethia	9 Nov 2008, 11:13 PM Post #8
Addict Posts: 732 Group: Members Member #1,524 Joined: 5 October 2008 Country: United States of America Favorite theme: RPA 2: Dark	Aelrahin would pause in counting her coins, pivoting slowly to gaze upwards at the taller male who strode up then greeted her with a pleasant tone. Offering a wide smile that reached her emerald hues as they shined to shine more so. Bowing before casting a relieved expression at hearing her own language. She parted her lips and was about to speak in a flurry of pure elven "On sal o! air air tia thos sor ailai ei syrn....sia cysti..Ai shar jhaes eilyli eil shaer si tar sai aezysi tyr byr shi calaer." (Oh thank you! it is my first trip into a town....my home..I was left alone and well the call to explore could not be halted.) A wide smile given before Aelrahin suddenly remembered her self as her cheeks flushed a gentle pink hue. "Forgive me, I did not think that any would be able to understand me, so far from home." The dwarf behind Ael would cast a glare towards Draeckon before calling out "Miss, our Deal?" Aelrahin would glance back towards the dwarf when her line of sight caught of the tall building that held a large steeple and bell. Holding her interest for a brief moment as she thought she saw movement of dark hued fabric but then it was gone. Glancing back towards the dwarf she would smile sweetly in earnest before speaking "I have other places to explore, May I come back later..and buy the ring?" Not waiting for an answer she was already walking away as the dwarf turned a deep red then huffed loudly "The loss of my sale is your fault Mr." He pointed and wagged his left index finger at Draeckon before setting down with a loud "Hmmph." Moving along the earthen road as she waited for Draeckon to keep pace, her petite form dwarfed by the taller male, Aelrahin spoke as her pace halted and she gazed upwards to the first person who had approached her. Not knowing the proper term for what was called an 'Inn.' Her thoughts whirling within her mind quickly became a chaotic mess 'This town is amazing....I wonder if there are any others like me..what a nice man to greet me, is the towns greeter.....so many things to buy and see. Oh goodness how rude I am!' The thoughts vanished as Aelrahin would grin suddenly then cast an expression as if she was forgetful child who had been reproached to mind her manners. "My name is Aelrahin." (Ale-rah-in, no spaces) What came next would draw her attention fully away from Draeckon as she drew in a deep breath just about the time that Myradyr allowed his form to plummet back to the earth. Catching the scent she had taken note of within the forest as she fled the wolf pack, unsure as to where exactly the wind had carried the scent from. Aelrahin would offer a soft frown before her line of sight darted around while she murmured "Wolves...they have come close to here." She smiled once more as she felt the sudden tinge of homesickness at the thought of the wild ones so close to what the humans termed civilized living. Gazing around with a sight like that of a hawk, she called out in a low tone "Here shylai shylai!" calling to what she thought one of the wolves, she rather take in the wolf and make a new friend rather then have the townsfolk get spooked and harm an innocent creature they feared by ignorance alone. Aelrahin would call out in a firmer tone once more "Here nice shylai shylai!" (wolfie wolfie) casting a worried glance around before she beckoned to Draeckon with a pleading tone "I have to find my friend before harm comes to them." hoping the wolf would make an appears sooner rather later. The habit Aelrahin held of wringing delicate fingers together in a nervous action only spoke to further reveal her emotions as her expression took to looking very worried, her brow creased ever so slightly before the expression was gone as quick as it had appeared. Smiling broadly once more as her fears for the unknown wild creature grew within her, the scent of the forest would further its strength around her form before flowing away from her; grasped by the gentle winds flowing around her. "If you see a wolf tell me quickly kind sir!" Then began to call once more as her tone grew more frantic before she spoke once more "It is very dangerous for a wolf to be here!" Aelrahin had no true knowledge that she was not seeking a true wolf but Myradyr himself. Her heightened sense of smell blocked somewhat by the towns scents, it took her time to attempt to follow the scent, that lingered just out of her sense of smell, to many other harsher scents playing havoc with her attempts to locate Myradyr.



Drakedragon	9 Nov 2008, 11:43 PM Post #9
Addict Posts: 903 Group: Members Member #1,035 Joined: 14 June 2008 Country: United States of America	The young man listened politely as the elven female turned to look up at him (her eyes were even with his stomach!) and returned his greeting enthusiastically in elvish. He didn't catch all of it, but he got the gist of it: She was alone, she wanted to explore and she'd never left home before. Then she seemed to smile again with a blush and spoke again in common, apologizing. Quirking an eyebrow, the part dragon glanced to the dwarf as the diminutive man cast an irate look at him and addressed the elf about a purchase. From what he heard the girl say, he figured she must have meant to buy the ring - which he noticed with a gulp, was extremely well made... and shiny! So distracted was he by this, he didn't even register the dwarf's angry exclamation and departure. However, as soon as the elven female departed, he dropped a sum of one hundred gold onto the dwarf's counter and snatched up the ring without a word. During his years of travel he had learned how to spot the actual sale value of certain objects, and he was exceptionally good at appraising ones with a good sheen! The ring, while still a pricey buy considering its make, but was not up to the price he heard the dwarf bellow before. After that, he took to following the elf, a curious grin on his face. He watched her expression and chuckled at the awe on her face as she stood there. Then the elf whirled around and apologetically introduced herself as Aelrahin. He nodded and was about to introduce himself when she looked away again, her curiosity piqued by something that he failed to notice at first. At least until the strange smell hit his nostrils. Why did it seem strange? Because it was very different from all of the others, much like Aelrahin's was. The elven female mumbled something about wolves being close and the young man raised an eyebrow as he followed her, watching her call for the supposed wolf. Perplexed, he looked around only to see no wolves in sight. He was at least a full two heads taller than nearly every person around and even then he saw no such wolf, though he did spot an odd individual garbed in a cloak. Aelrahin urged him to follow her and spoke of a friend, so he nodded and followed, wondering who she could have been talking about. He didn't notice a wolf's scent on her when she arrived, so was this a new acquaintance of hers? After a few futile calls, she asked him to tell her if he saw a wolf. He sighed and glanced around again, but still he saw no such wolf anywhere. However, following the scent's path he noticed it went in the general direction of the man in the brown wool cloak. "I see no such wolf anywhere, but I smell an odd scent coming from the one in the cloak over there." He stated to the elf, placing a hand on her shoulder to get her attention. "Perhaps that's what you smell?" He suggested as he glanced down at her.



StormWolf	10 Nov 2008, 03:22 AM Post #10
Regular Posts: 469 Group: Members Member #1,266 Joined: 1 August 2008 Country: United States of America	When the elven woman departed with the comparably gargantuan man, Myradyr made pursuit, obeying his hunter instinct, walking around them slowly, as to spread his scent and make finding him much more difficult, giving him the advantage. His heart quickened with the thrill of the hunt, though this wan nowhere close. His rapidly beating heart quickened even more when her hear and felt the massive man spot him. Smiling beneath his hood, he ducked into the ever-shifting mass of people, shedding his cloak. Keeping their spot pinpointed, he circled around them two more times until he was behind them. He closed in, a amused smile on his face as he observed his work. He stepped closer and closer, not making a sound until he was but a couple feet from the two others, "Wolfie?" He chuckled, "I commemorate your efforts and kindness you show towards those of my Family, but I gave them strict orders to stay beyond the trees. I am who you seek." The half-breed bowed, his long silver hair falling with a rugged grace around his as he did. Rising from the bow, he continued, "You are quite the skilled sprinter, you are. You had to make Elder Wolf rest for a moment. I am honored to have had such a great hunt. My Family does not like my method, but I let our most difficult prey live on, so they may continue to spread their gift." He holds out his hand, concealed by a black leather glove. "I am Myradyr (pronounced Marauder). Son of None, the White Wolf Beast-Child. It is truly an honor, Vanimle sila tiri (Stunningly Fair One)."



Alinethia	10 Nov 2008, 02:49 PM Post #11
Addict Posts: 732 Group: Members Member #1,524 Joined: 5 October 2008 Country: United States of America Favorite theme: RPA 2: Dark	Turning her line of sight upwards, her chin would push slightly upwards to allow her head to tilt backwards as she cast her line of sight to his own as he offered a chuckle and grin. His laughter seemingly being contagious as Aelrahin cast her own grin in response before she searched the area once more. Feeling Draeckon rest his hand upon her shoulder as she glanced back to him as he spoke, her attention would turn in the direction that Draeckon motioned towards the form of a man wearing an old cloak. Hearing Draeckon speak on what he saw "I see no such wolf anywhere, but I smell an odd scent coming from the one in the cloak over there." A confused glance given as the male was most assuredly not a wolf 'What manner of trickery is this?' Glancing back upwards to Draeckon before smiling once more "I am sorry Sir, I did not get your name." A nod given before her gaze shifted back to realize that the male donning the cloak was gone, vanished in a few moments. Aelrahin could not help but feel the hair rise upon the nape of her neck as she began to feel as if being watched once more, just like before the pack had given chase. Casting a darting glance around before she scanned the crowds of humans to no avail. A pouting expression given as she spoke softly "He is ..gone..how strange. I think his was the scent I caught. I am glad to know that no wolves shall come to harm, but why would a man hold wolf scent? " Appearing confused before she smiled softly "Do you live in this village Mr..I am sorry for rushing off when I was trying to speak to you sir." Aelrahin would then turn to study Draeckon in further detail, she had taken notice that his form seemed to be surrounded by a gentle wind and that was strange, at least not normal. She pondered just who and what Draeckon was. Easily able to pick up on the slight feeling of wind she would give a warm smile as she spoke about the stranger "He must be one like I am, one of the forests..guardians" Alerahin would nod before the sound of her being addressed suddenly would cause her to jump slightly as she pivoted to face the man no longer wearing the cloak, blinking several times before smiling softly while he spoke. Canting her head slightly to the left as she slowly came to realize that the stranger was complimenting her. "I commemorate your efforts and kindness you show towards those of my Family, but I gave them strict orders to stay beyond the trees. I am who you seek." Watching him rise as green hues studied the male before her grin grew tenfold in size at his next statement "You are quite the skilled sprinter, you are. You had to make Elder Wolf rest for a moment." Aelrahin would speak suddenly "Of course, Linwe taught me to the best I could, one fails if they do give their very best!" she silenced herself as the man spoke his name "I am Myradyr, Son of None, the White Wolf Beast-Child. It is truly an honor, Vanimle sila tiri." A nod was given as she went wide eyed for a moment then blushed once more. "Please call me Aelrahin, it is a pleasure to meet you Myradyr." Aelrahin could only push aside the sudden strange feeling of feeling embarrassed by such compliments. A strange thing that left her feeling strange, unlike she had ever had before, she had felt embarrassment for her mistakes and way she acted at times but this was different, this was something Linwe had neglected to tell her about. Alerahin would turn to look at Draeckon before smiling broadly once more. "It seems I have most rude, I keep asking for your name and getting distracted. "Please tell me your name now..I am listening!"



Cleopatra Antoinette	10 Nov 2008, 04:35 PM Post #12
Addict Posts: 675 Group: Members Member #1,526 Joined: 5 October 2008 Country: United States of America	�I don�t want to go! I refuse to go!� �You? Refuse to do something I order you to do? My, but you are brave today, Eldi.� The persons speaking were a man sitting on a stool at a table covered with potions and scrolls and books, and a girl who was holding a broom. She was wearing a blue wool dress with brown boots, and he was wearing a pair of pants and a loose cotton shirt. Her hair was pulled back in a stern bun, and his hair was hanging down scraggly and untrimmed. She was the picture of a neat and tidy young woman. He was the very image of an unruly scholar. By the first look, anyone would think that the woman had the man under her thumb. She had the appearance of an in-control-lady who had all the matters concerning her under her thumb. And yet the moment the man said she must be brave, she shrunk away and averted her gaze. The man�s brown eyes sparked with a kind of viciousness, pleased that he could intimidate her so easily. He turned back to his table and the open book in front of him. �Now then. I need three Ice Pines-� �THREE!?� the girl exclaimed. �Master Ulryk, there are a lot of things that I don�t mind doing for you. There are a lot of things that I�ve done that I have minded doing. But I draw the line at walking around a gods-forsaken forest in the most freezing place in the world-� �I wouldn�t say that it�s the most freezing,� said Ulryk idly as he turned some pages in his book. �Probably the coldest place is-� �It�s the coldest place that I�ve been to.� �Oh, well that changes it.� �And it�s in the middle of winter! It�s got to be suicide to go out there now!� Ulryk rolled his eyes. �I�ll put a warming spell on all your clothes, how�s that?� Eldi threw her broom down on the ground. �I just spent all morning sweeping the third floor, second floor, and first floor, and I was almost done in here too, and now you want me to go out into the icy cold wind of Yutha to look for some stupid pine cones! I have my limits!� Ulryk ignored her tirade and grabbed a long black jacket off a hook in the corner of the room that was hanging by a door that was lying against the wall. He mumbled a few words over it and then tossed it to her. �Now when you get there-� �I still don�t want to do this!� �-there may be wolves, so-� �Wolves!? They�re still there!?� �Do you mind? I�m trying to speak here.� �I can�t believe you�d send me to a frigid, wolf-infested-� �What I can�t understand,� said Ulryk loudly, interrupting her �Is how you were born there, and yet you despise it this much.� As Eldi angrily put the jacket on, she reminded Ulryk exactly why she didn�t like it. �Let�s see� Maybe it was the fact that my own town sold me into slavery, or maybe it was that innkeeper who liked to beat me whenever I didn�t run fast enough. Of course, it could be something else completely, but I�m pretty sure that�s why.� �Alright, alright, you made you point. Just grab the cones and you can come right back.� Ulryk walked over to the door that led to nowhere and pulled a jar of keys off from a shelf. He glanced back at Eldi who was getting her things together in her bag. �Come help me with this, will you?� Eldi came over grumbling. �I should have hidden that key.� �Well, there�s a good chance that it�s lost anyway.� Ulryk lifted the jar up to face level and frowned at it. �I really need to sort all these out.� �Would you spell my gloves too?� Ulryk didn�t answer her, but handed Eldi the jar. �Hold this, please.� He glared at the mass of keys that were sitting in it, and pointed a finger. He whispered something, and one of the keys started glowing. �Ah, ha! There it is.� He reached in and started rummaging around. Eldi watched on. �I think you grabbed the wrong one.� �Didn�t.� He stuck the key in the door and unlocked it. He opened it up to reveal a sweltering hot desert. The sand was blown in and Eldi swore. �I spent all morning sweeping-� �So you told me.� Ulryk locked the door, put the key away and pulled out another one. Eldi said �Maybe you ought to cast the spell again. You know, just in case.� �Nonsense. I know this is the right one.� Ulryk repeated the process and opened the door. The both looked out onto the scene and wrinkled their noses. �It may have changed in the time that I�ve been gone, but I�m pretty sure that Yutha was a bit less� swampy.� Outside the door, the two of them gazed at a huge swamp that went as far as they could see. They watched it for a moment before a huge, snake-like creature jumped out of the muddy water to pull a bird down underneath it. Ulryk and Eldi both gave a little screech and slammed the door shut, hurriedly locking it. �I told you to look for it again with that spell-� �Oh, hush.� Ulryk pulled another key out and stared at it. �Third time�s the charm.� Eldi stepped back. �If there�s a dragon out there preparing to eat us, I pick the key next.� �Oh, dragons aren�t that fearsome. It�s the Shykk�shyyrasss that you have to worry about.� �Wh� what�s a Shykk�shyyrasss?� �Oh, just some gigantic sea-serpent capable of causing a tidal wave with one sudden movement.� Eldi gulped. Ulryk grinned. �But it hasn�t been sighted since the first year of the Shadow Wars, so I wouldn�t worry too much.� �Just promise you won�t send me to an underwater city, okay?� Ulryk laughed and unlocked the door. Eldi closed her eyes, but Ulryk gave a triumphant �Ha!� She opened her eyes to see a dark forest covered in snow behind the door. �Oh, joy. You found it.� �Don�t sound so happy, Eldi. I might start thinking you want to move there one day,� Ulryk grabbed her spell book of a shelf. He quickly wrote down some spells in the book, and handed it to her. �Now, you wanted me to spell your gloves too?� �And boots, if you don�t mind.� He sighed. �Fine.� He did as she asked and then quickly shoved her out the door. �I need them soon, so hurry.� Eldi grabbed the door. �Wait! What about the wolves? What about other things in here?� �I�m sure you can handle them easily. Just get the pines and I�ll send the door back for you.� Ulryk closed the door and locked it. As Eldi watched, it slowly disappeared, leaving her alone in the middle of the Three Straits Forest. She turned around, hiding her face in her hood. �Great� Now I get to freeze to death� Lovely.� And she started walking, grumbling as she went. Edited by Cleopatra Antoinette, 11 Nov 2008, 01:08 AM.



Drakedragon	10 Nov 2008, 11:39 PM Post #13
Addict Posts: 903 Group: Members Member #1,035 Joined: 14 June 2008 Country: United States of America	The tall young man watched as the stranger in the cloak moved to conceal himself within the crowds of people and raised an eyebrow. Oh~? He wishes to play hide and seek? He thought as he grinned and glanced down at Aelrahin as she asked him for his name again... and then looked off at the stranger's disappearance, then asked for his name yet again, but before he could say it, the stranger appeared behind them and addressed the young elf, apparently ignoring the taller youth's presence as the two engaged in brief pleasantries and introduced themselves to each other. The stranger with the white wolf cloak on was 'Marauder'. An odd name for someone, but then, the lean youth supposed it probably was spelled differently and probably meant something completely different. It sounded elven, but he couldn't quite place the meaning, it alluded his understanding. His train of thought on the matter, however, was pushed aside when the shorter elf looked to him again and apologized, asking for his name one last time. He chuckled and the wind current around his body wrapped around him closely, picking up enough to let him hover off the ground and he crossed his legs together as if he were sitting down, and hovered in the air as such. "My name is Draeckon. I'm a Wind Blade." He replied with a smile and chuckled. He then looked to Myradyr and said, "So I see you two have met before, though clearly not in the most pleasant of circumstances. Tell me, Myradyr, what brings you from your territory?"



TheInterloper	11 Nov 2008, 05:58 AM Post #14
Regular Posts: 260 Group: Members Member #1,207 Joined: 23 July 2008 Country: United States of America Favorite theme: RPA 2: Standard	I kinda wish I could extend the post a little, but I don't want to reveal too much just yet. Plus, I'm feeling a little weary. That said, here's the post. :p --- Death by Degrees Small boots crunched against the intermix of soil and frost that enveloped the forest floor, all of them barely cohesive enough to be those of an organized force. While the subtle squeals of the short-statured reptilians gave way to their position, their running speed was fierce � arguably faster than many humanoids could match. The kobolds wielded crudely-crafted spears of oak with stone-carved points tied to the end while others held small blades and miniature axes capable of being held in one scaly hand. Some even wore crude bucklers of wood or leather that appeared chipped or worn, and some carried designs that could be mistaken for a child�s doodle, although the incohesive lines all shared a familiar but unrecognizable shape. Any armor was light and equally worn out, and even it offered at least minimal protection, the pieces only seemed to hinder their movements � not that such primitive and stubborn creatures would realize that. Many would mistake their parade as a chase or a hunt, and given their sheer velocity and drive, such wouldn�t be uncommon. But this time they had a plot in mind. They had a true leader; one that embodied their fears and utmost respect unlike any shaman or warrior in the past. Unfortunately, Talek hated their leader. --- It wasn�t a personal issue, really, but as a shaman, the smart Kobold felt that his time to become leader was now. Galdurak was their last tribe leader, but was stupid. He let himself die at the hands of a human, but instead of passing down leadership to Talek, it was given to Su�Deen. And what kind of name is that? Su�Deen wasn�t even a shaman! Now Su�Deen was Chieftain while Talek acted as the second. The plan was brilliant and maybe a little too hard for Talek to understand, but the leader told the young shaman�s part well. The process was simple: �run, attack�. Talek couldn�t recall where they were attacking, but he always liked beating stuff over the head and feeling the thrill of the kill. All kobolds were small, but it was in their blood to enjoy and celebrate the death of their prey. What did other races know about them? Kobolds always were the ones to get picked on. Even the Goblins picked on them, and they�re the same size! But Talek knew they must be jealous. With so many kobolds around, why shouldn�t they? �Uttutt� Talek! We�s here, we�s here!� The speaker pointed in the direction of the nearby village of Numend, and as the shaman looked at the situation, he smiled. �Yes, yes! Great Leader point us here! Humans not know what we here to do, but now we wait.� �T-Talek? Why? Why wait when we cans attack?� It was the same kobold as before, and although Talek was glad he found the village, his impatience started to anger him. ��Cause, Great Leader tells me to. We waits �till the moon becomes big and white in the sky. It part of plan.� The others nodded and chuckled, although a couple others appeared aggravated and annoyed that they had to wait. Apparently some of them were questioning Su�Deen. But they didn�t know the plan. Only Talek knew, and he liked that. --- Elsewhere in the woods, a young man idly trudged, his right hand clutching a wound at his side. The cold winds that continually swept through the frigid environment served little but to aggravate the displeasure that stemmed from his injury, and his body shook from the cold. He never expected this to happen; to stray from the path and lose his way was bad enough, but to suffer indiscriminately by taking a wound from a jagged rock? At least throw a wolf or even a goblin at him and Aghil might�ve felt just a little better about himself. Even dying from famine or thirst might�ve been more comforting, but his carelessness landed him with the honor-less way of dying. It figured that he didn�t bring any medical supplies with him, either. Regardless, once the wound got infected, fate would firmly have its grip on him, and everything would be over. Consequently, his stamina didn�t last very long. Aghil cringed and barely managed to avoid collapsing on the ground from the pain, instead falling on one knee. Luckily the ice below wasn�t dense, and the dirt only further assisted in cushioning his sudden drop. Still, the man felt dismal. Simply pathetic. At the very least he hoped to find the road again, or even one of the three rivers flowing through the forest. But the agony was just too much. Wherever he treaded off to, Aghil travelled in the wrong direction, and too far that way to make it back in his condition. Yeah, he really screwed himself over. He wondered how many times he�d told himself that in the last five minutes. It also unnerved him that he was still bleeding like a dog. If his leg were injured, it�d be a simple effort to cut off circulation to that wound to stop it, but being close to his stomach, all he could do was attempt to hold it in and� well, bleed. And so he lay down. His mind began to twirl. Aghil couldn�t focus as his head became little more than an inflating balloon. The pain started to wane, and numbness overtook his toes, his fingers, his lips, cheeks, nose, and chin before creeping through his limbs and neck. This is it� his life was over, and what a life it was. Yet, in his fading peripheral vision, fate granted him a possible lifeline as a figure suddenly emerged, as if by some sort of magical power, though he could tell little else before his mind slipped into a deep sleep.



Cleopatra Antoinette	11 Nov 2008, 08:14 AM Post #15
Addict Posts: 675 Group: Members Member #1,526 Joined: 5 October 2008 Country: United States of America	�Yes, Eldi, go gather three Ice Pine Cones in the woods, seeing as I have nothing better to do than to sit here and look at a bunch of dusty old scrolls.� Eldi was imitating Ulryk�s voice in an obviously mocking tone. She wasn�t paying attention to her surroundings at all. She was too upset to notice anything other than the fact that the wind was blowing right in her face and her nose was getting very, very cold. �I�m going to get frostbite. I know it!� She gave a little moan. �I can see it now. When spring comes around, they�ll be walking in the woods and find my thawing body. Oh, why me�� Then she heard the groan. Now, Eldi was not a person who frightened easily, but she had seen a lot of somewhat disturbing and frightening things. It would be just her luck to have another thing added to that list. She turned slowly, fully expecting to see a monster or some sort of creature standing behind her with dripping maws planning to make her their dinner. But what she saw instead was... �Why is there a bleeding man laying there?� Eldi asked herself. She had a habit of talking to herself when something out of the blue came up. But her shock wore off almost immediately, and she ran to his side. Paying no mind to her now blood-soaked coat and dress, she checked him for where his injury might be. �Gods damn it! I can�t see with this stupid thing in the way!� Thus saying, Eldi ripped the man�s shirt of him so she could see where the wound was. The cloth had become sticky with blood, and it was red all over. With it gone, she could now see exactly what was wrong. Her eyes narrowed when she saw the huge gaping wound. �Good Grief, friend! You were impaled by something. It�s a miracle whatever it was didn�t hit something vital.� She began to hurriedly look around for some sort of shelter she could use where she could put him. There was nothing. Just her luck. Pulling out her spell book, Eldi prayed. �Oh, please, please, please let there be something� Anything� C�mon��As she turned the pages, she finally found something she could use. It was in her master�s writing, and before the spell was a short note. Eldi, I knew that you would eventually start worrying about a snowstorm coming up when you were out there, Oh, GODS!! A snowstorm!? Now!? What would she do!? Well now she was most certainly worried. She kept reading the note. and if you weren�t, now you are. So calm down. I put a spell in here for you. It will make a shelter for you in case you get stuck overnight. I know, Gods forbid that should happen, but I think they�re on an extended vacation, so just in case, here you go. Remember, it�s temporary. It�ll only last for a day. That�s twenty-four hours. If you haven�t sent word to me by then, I�ll come looking for you. But if you should find yourself dead before I can get to you, I promise to try and not kill your tomatoes. -Ulryk �My TOMATOES!? If he even THINKS about touching those-� A moan from the man brought her back to the situation at hand. �Oh, dear. Hold on.� Eldi turned the pages in her book to the back. �Fix, Fix, where are you Fix- okay, found you.� She pulled her glove off her right hand and held the book in her left. Very carefully, Eldi placed her hand on the wound. She focused completely on it, blocking out everything else. There was only the wound and the words. She began to speak the magic into being, willing it with the words to work. She saw the magic dart from her fingertips into the torn flesh. It began to slowly pull together again, little bits moving together. It wasn�t much, but it was enough. Eldi pulled her jacked off of her, and she suddenly realized how lucky she was to even have a magically warm jacket. Very, very cautiously she wrapped the man up in it, and then she rushed a little farther away into the trees to find a place to make the Shelter Spell. When she found a good spot, she spoke the magic words, and as soon as it was done, Eldi ran back to the man. She flipped through her book again. �Of course no levitation spells or anything. Makes sense, I was supposed to bring back three rare pinecones. Those aren�t exactly hard to carry.� She glanced over at the man. �But you might be.� And so he was. Eldi had a very hard time carrying him to the now complete tent that was sitting in a small clearing. With one final grunt of effort, Eldi managed to safely deposit the man on a bed that had appeared with the rest of the tent. But there was no time to waste. Eldi set to work again. Soon she had all of her attention entirely on the injury in the man�s side. Sweat dripped from her forehead as she whispered the words for Salve over and over and over as the wound healed. It took a while, but Eldi managed to pretty much heal the wound, although the man's body would be sore for a bit. She was exhausted and wanted to sleep, but she also knew she had to find those pinecones. So she pulled the bloody jacket out from under the man, piled blankets on him, and set on her way. "If I find these things soon, I'm going right back there and falling asleep." Edited by Cleopatra Antoinette, 11 Nov 2008, 03:15 PM.



TheInterloper	11 Nov 2008, 09:41 PM Post #16
Regular Posts: 260 Group: Members Member #1,207 Joined: 23 July 2008 Country: United States of America Favorite theme: RPA 2: Standard	The faces of many a kobold sniveled like dogs under too much pressure or work. An hour� no, two hours passed by chillingly, and in the process of that time span some of the reptilians continued pointing their miniature snouts in the direction the sun, which seemed to be falling slower than mildew, taunting them. One frantically waved its arms at the bright orange orb, pretending to hasten its fall with magic, although this only prompted laughing and squealing from the others. A couple of the runts even started running off on their own, unable to take the concept of their thought-out plan with anything but impatience. Some of the more ambitious ones whittled away at stone and wood, crafting spears and other crude weapons they�d likely never even use again, the extra weight not worth the hassle. But if the practice honed their skills, all the better. But out of all the members of the restless tribe, Talek seemed to be the only one even remotely contemplating the situation. At first he sat around like most of the other, fiddling with the dew on the grass or glaring at the lumps of ice and soil that remained from the night before. The temperature was barely above freezing now, however, but despite the many stone-tinted trees above with next to little foliage left after the fall season ended, the bit of extra sunlight that reached the forest floor didn�t have enough energy within them to warm it to any noticeable degree. But at the very least, it relinquished them from the severe chill that night brought upon the Three Straits Woods. In fact, any casual wanderer would wonder how the primitive kobolds could survive the rigors between dusk and dawn. But Talek knew. He wondered why no one thought about their skin, their scaly skin. Did no one ever remember that their kind was brought into the world because of Dragons? The ones of old? So Talek started thinking about them. He knew a lot about the Dragons, because Dragons were their masters a really long time ago, and as a shaman he had to know all about that stuff. But with old masters gone, kobolds had to watch over themselves. Some say that it was better for the Dragons to be gone because Dragons hurt and threatened them if they messed up. But Talek didn�t know how that was different from now. Why do they say that? It confused Talek. At least if the Dragons came back they�d be so much more powerful. The stupid goblins would stop picking on them, and the orcs would treat them like gods. The pointy-eared jerks wouldn�t act so snobbish, and the round-nosed Dwarves would cry and run back into their mines. And the humans� they would all die! All in all, no one messed with the Dragons. Only the really, really old races had any chance, but the Dragons were once everywhere, and they destroyed many a city just by wagging their tails. But when Talek told the others in the tribe, they almost laughed at him saying �you�re stupid!� again and again. But then Talek would remind them that he was the shaman and stop laughing. But he didn�t tell Su�Deen. Talek hated outsiders like him, and being their leader made him even angrier than he usually would be. If he just wasn�t so smart, Talek could kill him with his magic, and it would be easy to become leader. But for now, he had to wait for the right moment. �T�Talek! I�m hungry!� One of the runts returned from a short excursion with nothing to show for it but a growling stomach and a whine worse than a child�s. Talek frowned; after all, he only let them go so they would hunt and bring back food. He wanted to eat before they went to fight. �Quiet!� the shaman snarled, �Yous should�ve gotten prey, but you come back with nothing. Nothing! Whys do you thinks I let you go, hmm?� Talek rose from his position on the ground, jumping up nimbly with his short, gnarled staff in hand. As he walked up to the runt, however, it became apparent that Talek was a fair bit large compared to the other kobolds. The shaman liked that. Even though his kin might argue with him or try complaining, Talek was intimidating to his peers, and his ability to wield magic only further proved why he had such a high status in the tribe. He could make things go boom, make diseases, and even make his muscles stronger to fight better� all with his powers! And it was all because the spirits favored him, likened above all others. This was how Talek knew he should be leader, not Su�Deen. Even if their leader was smart, Talek could be smart, too. �What�re you waiting for?!� The larger reptilian lashed out, simulating a magic ritual. �Go gets food!� The other suddenly scampered away like a frightened pup, almost tripping and losing his spear in the process, before leaving Talek�s line of sight. The shaman grinned, looking at the others. �When they get back, we eat. Then when some goes down, we kill!� The remaining tribe members cheered, even those who questioned the status of their new leader in earnest. Even as the one second-in-command, Talek had respect and fear from those underneath him. Once the time came, it would be easy to kill Su�Deen, and it would be even easier to kill the big-shot humans just beyond the hill. Just a little while longer� --- A dream. He could see light and feel its warmth basking his cold face and body. The pain near his gut began to soothe, losing its effect on the man�s endurance. His unfeeling limbs came back to him, followed by his upper and lower extremities until he felt completely normal. Maybe even better than normal. But as it stood, his body still couldn�t move, effortlessly lying there, bathed in inscrutable luminescence. Is this what it is like to die, he thought, his body miraculously fixed as he felt himself ascending. A feeling, almost as if he were being pushed and lifted at the same time by a force, overcame him while all this happened, but he could see or notice nothing, not even a sound, except for the ever-present aura of the glow. His body couldn�t move either. So, he assumed, his time had finally come. Perhaps there was an afterlife� However, the feeling didn�t last, as he felt his grip on reality suddenly start returning, his movements coming back under his control, and his senses spreading past that of the beams around him. In fact, the light seemed to fade while the warmth that once comforted him faded into something more generic in nature. It was then that Aghil realized that his first assumption was correct: it was a dream, little else, although a comforting one at that. The young man finally stirred, but in an unlikely place. As his vision took in what light it could from his surroundings, he realized that he�d been found � and presumably rescued � by someone. How god damn lucky he was. After all, what were the chances that Aghil would be found in the moments leading to death? What�s more, the pain near his stomach vanished, although still just barely sore enough to leave the traveler wanting to avoid moving around too much. He reached down to feel, just to make sure: his skin had regrown almost completely. It was barely even tender aside from a bit of discomfort. But� he couldn�t have been asleep that long, and no bandages, ointments, or anything were in sight. How could his wounds�? Now Aghil found himself with more questions than he�d probably ever care to find out the answer to. At least for right now, for whoever nursed him back to health apparently wasn�t in the vicinity. In fact, even the cabin itself was fairly small and almost completely empty save for the complete essentials. Not to mention, since when would someone want to live out in these neck of the woods? But then again, whomever save his life must have tens of other questions and concerns concerning him. Not every sane man took a stroll down the largest forest in a country in the middle of the damned winter, after all. Before long, Aghil couldn�t stand simply lying in bed. He had to do something, move around� that�s the least he could do for being completely sewn back together, even if his body might feel a little bit of soreness. With careful movements, he shifted himself to sit up in the queen-sized bed, shuffling the several layers off of himself. Somehow the structure kept him fairly warm despite how frigid the outside would be, which further led to his suspicions. With no fire going in the inglenook, was there something the walls insulating to keep heat in? Well, Aghil guessed it didn�t matter right now, nor could he complain. Content to see that all of his apparel, minus his cloak, weapon, and bloody clothing, weren�t missing from his person, the amber-haired man brushed a couple sweaty locks from his face as he stood. Apparently the blankets on him earlier did their job too well, much of his body, face, and hairline being covered in a thin layer of sweat, though it proved more comforting than the sheer extreme. Barely straightening out his shoulder-length tresses, Aghil strided towards his remaining equipment. Fortunately, only the shirt and cape suffered from tear or severe blood stains, but it didn�t look like he�d be able to use those articles of clothing again. Luckily, he had an extra set of clothes in case something like this occurred, and for once Aghil didn�t feel like a clueless idiot. At least pretty-boys and nobles didn�t have to worry about being stupid if they were, but since Aghil was neither, it couldn�t be help. Sure, his looks wouldn�t turn down a fair lass, nor would his pockets, but more astounding examples existed. He knew that much. Rather than the usual set of white semi-formal clothes draped underneath a dark cloak, he now donned more modest clothing: linen colored a lighter shade of brown along the chest and back with red to highlight the limbs, sides, and neck. And despite the lesser quality of the material, Aghil felt that it better suited him; after all, he wasn�t as monotonous as black-and-white, and the more vibrant colors seemed more exciting to wear, not to mention downright comfortable. Unfortunately, he now lacked a cloak that hadn�t been ripped or bled on. Guess there�s not much left for me to do but find my savior, he finally decided. Aghil hoped he could find that person before he or she returned to the structure, but he couldn�t stick around either to risk waiting. The man took too much time recuperating, even if it�d been just a few hours, and that situation would be the unlikely but very favorable one. But, contrasting that, the man still wanted to thank that person for their trouble. Grabbing his long dirk by the sheathe and placing it at his belt, Aghil finally opened the door to face the relentless chill of the forest, following the set of footsteps that seemed to head away. --- Eldi�s trek through the forest proved uneventful in every sense of the word. The pinecones showed up one-by-one eventually, and though they weren�t particularly the easiest regents to find, spotting and retrieving them was downright annoying. Not only did they scatter about and hide themselves with the equally white color of the snow, but it wasn�t uncommon to find some that were too broken or gnawed into for Master Ulryk�s use. Gods, why did he need the damned things anyways? At times she pondered whether he enjoyed torturing her so, although most of the time she waved it away in earnest. It was a task, and regardless of circumstance, her master always found some way to convince her to do even the worst bits of work. She wasn�t looking forward to sweeping again either. Damn him sometimes for not listening to her! Many times she found herself exhaling into her cold-ridden hands to warm both them and her nose. Her exhaustion only made this worse; in fact, the sooner she got this stupid task done, the sooner she could return back to the shelter and mimic that man�s unconscious fervor. How delightful it�ll be, although she did wish most of her energy wasn�t used up on those couple housing and healing spells. What was she doing!? Just one more pinecone and that�d be it! A few moments later led Eldi to find that last precious regent, and it was back to the shelter. Even with that man�s wounds the way they are now, however, the girl wondered how long it�d be before he awoke. Yet something caught her attention a short distance off. Was it a� no, it was something else! With a frantic scramble, Eldi suddenly jumped out of the way of a small javelin threatening to pierce her chest, while three runt-sized men stood a fair distance away, jumping and squealing in a way that couldn�t be mistaken for any other creature. Kobolds. ((I�m just setting up a couple events for your situation in this post, for those who are in town. Feel free to continue your dialogue or craft events as you wish. As for Cleopatra�s character, feel free to handle the kobolds as you wish, considering that they�re small-fry in such a small group.))



Cleopatra Antoinette	11 Nov 2008, 10:33 PM Post #17
Addict Posts: 675 Group: Members Member #1,526 Joined: 5 October 2008 Country: United States of America	�Oh, well this is just lovely. Just peachy. Like I didn�t already have enough problems on my hands,� Eldi threw her arms up in the air. �Why!? Why me!? I�m a good person! Usually! I flippin� saved someone�s life today! Can I please get a break!?� The kobolds were making that aggravating barking noise in the back. It sounded happy. That meant that they were hungry, and just found food. Eldi sighed. �Just my luck.� She turned around to face the one who threw the javelin at her. �Hey! Hey, you! Shorty! Did you throw that!?� That laughter stopped. Of course it did. They were simple creatures. If you didn�t react the way they expected you to, then they were completely confused. So there was only one thing Eldi had to do. She yanked the little stick out of the tree and started walking in a very threatening manner towards her assailants. They started squealing in apprehension as the woman who was supposed to be their dinner was instead stalking towards them. And she didn�t look happy. She walked right into their midst and shook the javelin at them. �Whose is this? You answer me right now!� This was new. This was an odd experience. So the culprit nervously raised his hand. The instant Eldi saw him, she took the javelin and whacked him over the head with it, effectively breaking the weapon. �What do you have to say for yourself? Assaulting a young woman like me in the middle of the forest! You ought to be ashamed of yourselves.� One of them who was feeling brave spoke up. �We attack you. You not �posed to �tack back.� Eldi shook her finger at him. �If you�re going to attack someone, do it with class. And pick your targets carefully next time. I have magic. I could fry all of you right now if I wanted to.� At this, the kobolds� eyes grew big as dinner plates. Dumb they might be, but they were smart enough not go after magicians. Forbid that they should ever go after a sorcerer. They all started barking anxiously and in worried tones. But Eldi was nice. She wasn�t in the mood to kill them. �Look, I saw some rabbits earlier. If I tell you were they went, will you leave me alone?� The immediately agreed and showed their approval by barking loudly. This made Eldi wince. She pointed them in the direction she had seen them, and sent them on their way. As they hopped away, Eldi shook her head and started back to the cabin. She wasn�t walking for more than a few minutes before she heard something up ahead. Her eyes narrowed, and she walked slowly. She was getting ready to start her Blast spell when she saw who it was. �YOU!� It was the injured man! The one with the gash! The one who was supposed to be asleep! Eldi moved forward. �What do you think you�re doing out of bed? You may be healed, but too much movement could hurt something! And where did you get your clothes? Never mind, I don�t need to know. March! March, march, march!� She began to gently push him back the way he came. �I didn�t bring you back from the brink of death to have you collapse on me now. Hop to it!� Edited by Cleopatra Antoinette, 12 Nov 2008, 02:07 AM.



Alinethia	11 Nov 2008, 11:24 PM Post #18
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