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I’m still deciding on what kinda character I wanna play, but anyone wanna know each other prior to the events of the rp?
so for the longest time, this has actually been my unofficial theme for this rp… just seems to fit the two princesses nicely lol
I kinda agree with drew. True having them be natives would mean more of a personal stake, and their backstories would matter more maybe but... I mean, Arty’s backstory is immensely important to her characterization and plot and it informs her stakes in the story, even tho she’s an outsider. Sure she’s not a native and her backstory happens in a faroff land, but I think it’s pretty relevant to her side of the rp’s plot. And I do like that our characters are important because they’re outsiders. Their otherness makes them special and they therefor have more weight. They’re unknowns that both have to discover the world and their stakes in it, while also having to be discovered by the natives. Everyone has to decide what to do with this unknown quantity, and how to deal with them when they don’t do what they’re supposed to.
Plus just from a mechanics perspective I think it gives you, the GM, more control over the world. As outsiders, we discover everything and you get to set up the world, but if we were natives then we’d have more control over the rules and norms of the world, and while that would be cool, it’s be harder to make sure everything stayed consistent and logical.
Plus just from a mechanics perspective I think it gives you, the GM, more control over the world. As outsiders, we discover everything and you get to set up the world, but if we were natives then we’d have more control over the rules and norms of the world, and while that would be cool, it’s be harder to make sure everything stayed consistent and logical.
Artemis tensed when he mentioned Idris. But she held her ground as the Lord of Shadow stepped into the flickering red light. Her hand gripping the staff was shaking.
He carried power like a cloak, rolling off of him in thick black shades. Artemis met his sharp, grey stare, unblinking. She gulped, her throat dry.
She was exhausted. She was in pain. Artemis knew not to trust him for a moment, that whatever power he offered, if accepted would come with costs. And he'd probably try to rid himself of her as soon as she'd served her purpose. She glanced to the steady pulse of the Lantern.
Idris.
Artemis looked back to the Lord of Shadow. Then she stepped forward and took his hand.
He carried power like a cloak, rolling off of him in thick black shades. Artemis met his sharp, grey stare, unblinking. She gulped, her throat dry.
She was exhausted. She was in pain. Artemis knew not to trust him for a moment, that whatever power he offered, if accepted would come with costs. And he'd probably try to rid himself of her as soon as she'd served her purpose. She glanced to the steady pulse of the Lantern.
Idris.
Artemis looked back to the Lord of Shadow. Then she stepped forward and took his hand.
may or may not jump into this one… but keeping an eye out~
heh heh… heyyyyy guys, uh… how's it goin?
Mistake mistake mistake, Artemis' life was just one long string of mistakes, wasn't it? The great wolf was snarling warnings and scoldings at her, but its feral teeth weren't the only to shine in the Lantern's light.
The Lord of Shadow's voice boomed through her, reverberating through her muscle and bones, blood and sinew. It was like it lived in the very shade of her body, echoing up and down her skin. Her white hair stood on end, bumps raised along her flesh. The lion jumped at her. With a gasp Artemis raised her arms to form a feeble shield in front of her face, Lantern in one hand, staff in the other. The green rune on her right hand glowed.
With a crackle of lightning the ground erupted in front of her. Thick, wicked roots shot up, shaking the earth and destroying the forest floor. The tremor shook her, sending her falling backwards to land roughly on her rear, the shock of the impact stunning her jaw. Her eyes were still shut. But she felt the hot splash of blood – she heard the strangled, unearthly cry.
Artemis opened one eye. Then she could only gape at the scene before her. The lion was suspended mid-leap, paws still outstretched, claws extended, mouth open. But its eyes were still trained on Artemis, but they were oddly vacant. Four tree roots stood straight out of the ruined earth like pillars, covered in dirt and blood. They had impaled the great lion. Artemis scrambled to her feet, Nura frantically nudging at her still. The rune on Artemis' hand pulsed again. And then it extinguished.
The roots went slack, falling. The lion fell with it. It hit the ground, still impaled, with a great thud that shook the ground again. Artemis fell too, suddenly exhausted. Her knees hit the ground, and it was all she could do to keep her staff planted and use it for support. It was suddenly hard to keep her eyes open, with how tired she was.
But Artemis grit her teeth. If she fell unconscious she would die – there was no question. Her knuckles turned white around her staff and she fought to stand.
"You," she panted out, finally getting to her feet, "you're not the only one with power. And you haven't killed it yet. You've had it trapped for centuries and you never killed it. Which means you either couldn't kill it, even when it was weak and captured, or you were stupid enough to think it would never break free." Sweat was beading on her brow as she turned over her shoulder to look at whatever new monster the Lord was bound to throw at her. "You all keep calling me Sun-Child. And whatever the fuck that means, I'm gonna guess that means I'm too important for someone as opportunistic as you to not use. So stop playing coy."
The Lord of Shadow's voice boomed through her, reverberating through her muscle and bones, blood and sinew. It was like it lived in the very shade of her body, echoing up and down her skin. Her white hair stood on end, bumps raised along her flesh. The lion jumped at her. With a gasp Artemis raised her arms to form a feeble shield in front of her face, Lantern in one hand, staff in the other. The green rune on her right hand glowed.
With a crackle of lightning the ground erupted in front of her. Thick, wicked roots shot up, shaking the earth and destroying the forest floor. The tremor shook her, sending her falling backwards to land roughly on her rear, the shock of the impact stunning her jaw. Her eyes were still shut. But she felt the hot splash of blood – she heard the strangled, unearthly cry.
Artemis opened one eye. Then she could only gape at the scene before her. The lion was suspended mid-leap, paws still outstretched, claws extended, mouth open. But its eyes were still trained on Artemis, but they were oddly vacant. Four tree roots stood straight out of the ruined earth like pillars, covered in dirt and blood. They had impaled the great lion. Artemis scrambled to her feet, Nura frantically nudging at her still. The rune on Artemis' hand pulsed again. And then it extinguished.
The roots went slack, falling. The lion fell with it. It hit the ground, still impaled, with a great thud that shook the ground again. Artemis fell too, suddenly exhausted. Her knees hit the ground, and it was all she could do to keep her staff planted and use it for support. It was suddenly hard to keep her eyes open, with how tired she was.
But Artemis grit her teeth. If she fell unconscious she would die – there was no question. Her knuckles turned white around her staff and she fought to stand.
"You," she panted out, finally getting to her feet, "you're not the only one with power. And you haven't killed it yet. You've had it trapped for centuries and you never killed it. Which means you either couldn't kill it, even when it was weak and captured, or you were stupid enough to think it would never break free." Sweat was beading on her brow as she turned over her shoulder to look at whatever new monster the Lord was bound to throw at her. "You all keep calling me Sun-Child. And whatever the fuck that means, I'm gonna guess that means I'm too important for someone as opportunistic as you to not use. So stop playing coy."
How did one feel a shadow when it was eternally night?
Artemis lifted her head a scant inch at the sensation of the presence towering over her. She should be afraid, she knew. But she was too numb for fear, too caught up in her own grief and self pity to care about self preservation. She turned her head over her shoulder to see matted fur, dirty and blood-red in the Lantern's glow. Her eyes rose up the powerful legs, broad chest, then finally to the long snout with wicked, glinting teeth. Golden eyes shined, cutting through the Lantern's light.
The wolf.
Hadn't she set it on fire?
The memory stunned her through her haze – that seemed so long ago. Her chaotic first moments on the island trickled back to her, tangled memories like knotted vines curled around each other until you couldn't tell where one ended and another began.
The wolf wasn't looking at her though. It was looking out at the forest, eyes darting and ears twitching. It was on alert, watching. Waiting.
Guarding?
Artemis couldn't quite bring herself to care about this new puzzle. She forced herself to turn back and look down at the Lantern clutched in her hands. Her fingers were clenched tight against it, hooked and aching. She didn't know what to do.
She knew what she was supposed to do. Take the Lantern to Oseely. Free her family, if there was anything left of them. Kill the dragon… somehow. But the thought of doing any of those things froze her heart in her chest and stilled the breath in her throat. Shame crept through her blood at the thought of seeing her family – and more shame still, that she wasn't doing everything in her power this second to free them. To see them again, if only for a moment.
Her fingers tightened around the Lantern.
Kill the dragon.
The one promise without complexities – without emotion, save for this angry, chilling hatred. Artemis clung to it, desperate for anything to keep herself afloat, lest she drown in her own regrets.
Artemis was going to kill the dragon. Maybe then… she could see her family again. Maybe then she could look at them without this terrible shame. Artemis looked up again, at the forest around her. She watched the shadows shift and sway, almost solid. An idea came to her then.
She pushed herself up, stepping forward away from the wolf. Nura, who'd been glancing warily at it, wings ruffling, chittered at the movement. Artemis ignored her. Swiping at her wet cheeks with the palm of her hand, she looked out at the dark of the forest.
"I know–" her voice was frail and small, and Artemis gritted her teeth at it. This wasn't the time to show weakness – she needed a strong front, at the very least. "I know you're there," she said, louder. "In the shadows. I know you can hear me!" This was a terrible idea, this was going to get her killed or worse – but Artemis just tightened her grip on the Lantern, holding it up. She tried to cling to that anger again, desperate for strength. "Oseely said the Lord of Wood is everywhere because the forest is everywhere… so are the shadows. Artemis spun slowly in a circle. Eyes glowed in the dark, twigs snapped as unseen creatures stepped through the trees. "So come out!" Her voice echoed through the night, and Artemis paused, waiting – for what, she didn't know. For death, maybe, courtesy of one of the many beasts she was no doubt drawing the attention of.
"You want the dragon gone, right? Get rid of the competition? Island isn't big enough for two powerhouses? I want it gone too." Artemis was going to get herself killed, one of these days. At the moment she didn't care.
"I want it dead! So… so come out. And I'll help you kill it."
Artemis lifted her head a scant inch at the sensation of the presence towering over her. She should be afraid, she knew. But she was too numb for fear, too caught up in her own grief and self pity to care about self preservation. She turned her head over her shoulder to see matted fur, dirty and blood-red in the Lantern's glow. Her eyes rose up the powerful legs, broad chest, then finally to the long snout with wicked, glinting teeth. Golden eyes shined, cutting through the Lantern's light.
The wolf.
Hadn't she set it on fire?
The memory stunned her through her haze – that seemed so long ago. Her chaotic first moments on the island trickled back to her, tangled memories like knotted vines curled around each other until you couldn't tell where one ended and another began.
The wolf wasn't looking at her though. It was looking out at the forest, eyes darting and ears twitching. It was on alert, watching. Waiting.
Guarding?
Artemis couldn't quite bring herself to care about this new puzzle. She forced herself to turn back and look down at the Lantern clutched in her hands. Her fingers were clenched tight against it, hooked and aching. She didn't know what to do.
She knew what she was supposed to do. Take the Lantern to Oseely. Free her family, if there was anything left of them. Kill the dragon… somehow. But the thought of doing any of those things froze her heart in her chest and stilled the breath in her throat. Shame crept through her blood at the thought of seeing her family – and more shame still, that she wasn't doing everything in her power this second to free them. To see them again, if only for a moment.
Her fingers tightened around the Lantern.
Kill the dragon.
The one promise without complexities – without emotion, save for this angry, chilling hatred. Artemis clung to it, desperate for anything to keep herself afloat, lest she drown in her own regrets.
Artemis was going to kill the dragon. Maybe then… she could see her family again. Maybe then she could look at them without this terrible shame. Artemis looked up again, at the forest around her. She watched the shadows shift and sway, almost solid. An idea came to her then.
She pushed herself up, stepping forward away from the wolf. Nura, who'd been glancing warily at it, wings ruffling, chittered at the movement. Artemis ignored her. Swiping at her wet cheeks with the palm of her hand, she looked out at the dark of the forest.
"I know–" her voice was frail and small, and Artemis gritted her teeth at it. This wasn't the time to show weakness – she needed a strong front, at the very least. "I know you're there," she said, louder. "In the shadows. I know you can hear me!" This was a terrible idea, this was going to get her killed or worse – but Artemis just tightened her grip on the Lantern, holding it up. She tried to cling to that anger again, desperate for strength. "Oseely said the Lord of Wood is everywhere because the forest is everywhere… so are the shadows. Artemis spun slowly in a circle. Eyes glowed in the dark, twigs snapped as unseen creatures stepped through the trees. "So come out!" Her voice echoed through the night, and Artemis paused, waiting – for what, she didn't know. For death, maybe, courtesy of one of the many beasts she was no doubt drawing the attention of.
"You want the dragon gone, right? Get rid of the competition? Island isn't big enough for two powerhouses? I want it gone too." Artemis was going to get herself killed, one of these days. At the moment she didn't care.
"I want it dead! So… so come out. And I'll help you kill it."
semester is almost done and i'm almost through final project hell……… patience is appreciated OTL
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