Dartbored Fairy

Caravan: Resurrection

After taking a quick run around the cart to take a good look at it from the outside, Lyullia climbs into the cart. Taking a look at it from the inside. The sight of the beds annoyed her the most, as she was used to sleeping on beds that were, at the very least, decent.

Her companions seemed to be having a fun chat about sound somewhere else nearby, and the guy who was playing with a rock earlier had now found a different rock to play with.

Then, the captain called them in. Sighing, Lyullia made her way to where they were supposed to meet, and sitting down on one of the chairs. She didn't particularly like the captain so far, but he seemed experienced enough that at the very least he'd know what he was doing.

Caravan: Resurrection

Lyullia sighed and stepped forward as her name was called. Role-calls were never really interesting, but they were a necessary evil.

"Present." She called out, stepping forward. "I can make metal and then make things out of said metal. Need to know anything else?"

Already assuming there wouldn't be any further questions, Lyullia stepped back again, hoping to get this over soon.

Caravan: Resurrection

Lyullia frowned at the sight of their soon-to-be captain. She'd expected someone more professional, and not someone who thought they didn't need to wear armour of even a shirt. Lyullia idly wondered if their captain had ever been shot in the chest. Probably not, since then they'd probably understand the importance of wearing at least something to cover it.

Then another person arrived, apparently a last-minute addition to the team. Judging by the way they addressed the Captain the two had met before. But at least this person understood the importance of wearing clothes.

"I guess that makes everyone then, huh." Lyullia mutters. "Can we get going now?"

Caravan: Resurrection

Lyullia

Name: Lyullia
Age: 19
Appearance: Lyullia stands at a glorious 5'6 with her long, white hair and clear blue eyes. She usually wears a black dress with a jacket that has many pockets. She also almost carries with her a bag containing her most important belongings. In other words whatever books she's currently reading, some money, food and whatever construction she's working on.

Personality: Shy but curious, Lyullia doesn't like interacting with people. Instead she prefers the company of either books or her own creations, since neither are likely to bug her or otherwise distract her from what she's doing. She's not one to start fights, as she can't really handle blood all that well.

Height: 5'6"

Race: Human
Home Nation: Marrenfell

Magical Capabilities: Elemental, specifically Metal. She usually uses her ability to create the material she needs for her clockwork creations.

History: Born in Marrenfell as the daughter of a Librarian, Lyullia has spent most of her youth surrounded by books. It didn't take long for her to become fascinated by magic, and soon she decided she'd become a great and powerful mage.
Though, like most children's dreams, those dreams didn't come to fruition. For the young Lyullia, the amount of studying that would require was just way too much. So, instead, she decided she would focus her efforts on one type of magic, and become the best mage of that sort. The latter part of that dream also didn't come true, but she did set her focus on one specific field of magic. Elemental Magic.
Having grown up in Marrenfell, technology was all around her, and she soon became captivated by clockwork mechanisms. Deciding to combine her goal and her interests, Lyullia started to focus on using Elemental Magic to create the parts she would then put together to make simple clockwork creations.

Over time, Lyullia found herself getting bored of the books in her hometown, and decided it was time to leave home. By offering to help out on a Caravan she got a ride to Arcadia.
However, once there she realised that things weren't going to be as easy for her as they were in Marrenfell. With no family to live with and no source of income, Lyullia eventually decided to become a knight. While not a huge fan of violence, the benefits that came with it (mainly a roof above her head) quickly won her over.
She's been a knight for little over a year now, spending whatever free time she has searching for either books to read or opportunities to practice her magic.

Caravan: Resurrection

Lyullia yawned, watching her soon-to-be travelling companions and sighing. She'd been a knight for at least a year, but this would still be her first time on a Royal Caravan. She'd travelled with a Caravan to get to Arcadia of course, but that was hardly formal.

Being a member of the knights wasn't a choice she'd made because she wanted to be a knight, but rather one she made because it was the best option she had at the time. A roof over her head, a steady source of income, and a reliable source of food were more than enough to convince her to become a knight, even though Lyullia much preferred avoiding violence.

Joining a Caravan however was something she liked even less. It meant that Lyullia had to lose a comfortable bed, a warm building to sleep in, and an easy way to acquire new books to read for who knows how long. Unfortunately, she didn't have that much choice in the matter. She could've opposed the idea, but that probably wouldn't have ended that well. Best to deal with it for now that suffer the potential consequences that could come with refusing.

Her companions meanwhile, ranged from interesting to boring. A knight, far too invested in being a knight, stood so perfectly upright next to the Caravan that Lyullia wondered if he even had a back that was capable of bending. Inside the caravan sat another knight, but he looked far less disciplined. Playing a guitar, they seemed more like a travelling bard than a knight, but judging by the fact that they were here they probably were a knight after all. At least the music wasn't half-bad, and not annoyingly loud either.

Near the front of the caravan stood her other two companions. One of them, obviously a mage, was playing around with a rock. Boredom did things to people's minds, but Lyullia preferred fighting it off with a good book. Or perhaps working on a clockwork machine. The other companion was wholly invested in the Venbu that were to haul the caravan. Lyullia didn't know much about them, but she heard they were reliable creatures. The girl seemed nice, but Lyullia also knew that she was likely a new recruit judging by her outfit, and based on their interest in the animals they were also the one in charge of them, giving her a very important role. Lyullia just hoped that she'd do it right so the caravan wouldn't have problems.

Sighing, Lyullia approached the caravan. Best to stay close to it so she could hear what the General was going to say, lest she missed it.

Caravan: Resurrection

Lyullia

Name: Lyullia
Age: 19
Appearance: Lyullia stands at a glorious 5'6 with her long, white hair and clear blue eyes. She usually wears a black dress with a jacket that has many pockets. She also almost carries with her a bag containing her most important belongings. In other words whatever books she's currently reading, some money, food and whatever construction she's working on.

Personality: Shy but curious, Lyullia doesn't like interacting with people. Instead she prefers the company of either books or her own creations, since neither are likely to bug her or otherwise distract her from what she's doing. She's not one to start fights, as she can't really handle blood all that well.

Height: 5'6"

Race: Human
Home Nation: Marrenfell

Magical Capabilities: Elemental, specifically Metal. She usually uses her ability to create the material she needs for her clockwork creations.

History: Born in Marrenfell as the daughter of a Librarian, Lyullia has spent most of her youth surrounded by books. It didn't take long for her to become fascinated by magic, and soon she decided she'd become a great and powerful mage.
Though, like most children's dreams, those dreams didn't come to fruition. For the young Lyullia, the amount of studying that would require was just way too much. So, instead, she decided she would focus her efforts on one type of magic, and become the best mage of that sort. The latter part of that dream also didn't come true, but she did set her focus on one specific field of magic. Elemental Magic.
Having grown up in Marrenfell, technology was all around her, and she soon became captivated by clockwork mechanisms. Deciding to combine her goal and her interests, Lyullia started to focus on using Elemental Magic to create the parts she would then put together to make simple clockwork creations.

Over time, Lyullia found herself getting bored of the books in her hometown, and decided it was time to leave home. By offering to help out on a Caravan she got a ride to Arcadia.
However, once there she realised that things weren't going to be as easy for her as they were in Marrenfell. With no family to live with and no source of income, Lyullia eventually decided to become a knight. While not a huge fan of violence, the benefits that came with it (mainly a roof above her head) quickly won her over.
She's been a knight for little over a year now, spending whatever free time she has searching for either books to read or opportunities to practice her magic.

Defiance

@Jensoman & @Zyngard specifically, though also others near the crypt.

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With a single, powerful smash Corc manages to obliterate the door, opening up a path into the crypt. Destroying the door reveals a long, dark staircase leading down into what can only be assumed to be the depths of the catacombs.

However, Corc's destruction of the door is not without side-effects. As the door is smashed, the gems in the obelisks cease changing colour, sticking with the colour they had at the moment of the door's destruction. The five colours are Red, Black, Purple, Yellow and Crimson.

Soon afterwards however, the ground starts shaking. Some of the bricks used to build the crypt fall onto the floor, but nothing else happens as the shaking soon ends, followed only by a gust of ice-cold wind emerging from the crypt...

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Nona giggles as Aelih sits down next to the tree, while giving a small wave as Jack wanders away.

"You know, sitting around a tree won't bring the catacombs to you, you know? Or are you perhaps too scared to enter?"

Defiance

I'll be going on holiday to the UK for a week, and the only opportunity for WiFi for me will be in Pubs. For this reason you shouldn't expect any posts from me until I get back, but if it's important you can just PM me and I'll try my best to respond when I can. Not making any promises though, sorry.

Defiance

Lui pouted as she emerged from the bush, her hiding spot having been given away by Aelih. However, she was still scared of the creepy Skull-riding girl, so she decided to hide behind the next best thing: Aelih.

"Who's that?" Lui whispers, cautiously pointing at Nona. "Is she dangerous?"

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@Zyngard,@Hokum &@Seraphin,@tex

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Nona smiled and waved as most of the group started leaving, leaving her alone with only a few people that had arrived later than the rest.

As one of them repeated a question that had been asked before, Nona sighed and slowly turned their attention towards Aelih.

"I already said that I know nothing of the skeletons your friends kept talking about, and I'm not going to tell you about the Resurgence unless you manage to make it back alive from those catacombs your friends want to explore."

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As the first few people arrive at the catacombs, the first thing they notice is the smell of burnt wood. Around the entrance, several of the trees look as though they'd recently been on fire, and most of the grass has been burnt away.

In a small pit stand five small obelisks, each of which houses a multicoloured gem that seems to constantly change colour. Never are two gems the same colour, but there seems to be no pattern to their changing either.

At the far end of the pit sits a small building, similar to the entrance to a crypt. Perhaps the catacombs rest behind it's stone doors?

Whatever the case, those that are now near the catacombs find themselves feeling as though they're being watched from the shadows, but nobody is around besides them...

Defiance

Lui shrugs as Aelih asks her a question. "I have no clue what that was, it felt weird."

Arriving at the clearing with Aelih and Jack, Lui quickly spots the girl. Scared, she dives into the nearest bush in an attempt to hide, completely oblivious to the fact that her magelight is sticking out of the bush.

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@Hokum@Jensoman@Zyngard

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The girl simply rolls her eyes to acknowledge the arrival of Lui, Aelih and Jack, and instead turns her full attention to Devlin. As Devlin mentions physical violence though, the girl flinches and her smile fades a bit.

She soon regains her posture however, and waits for Devlin to finish talking, before nodding and grinning.

"Ah, don't worry, I'm not corrupt. I'm just slightly annoyed at being woken up at such an hour." The girl says before standing up and bowing slightly. "My name is Nona. It used to be short for 'No Name' but then I began using it as my name so now Nona is my name."

With a smile, Nona sits down again. "But anyway, you claim to not know about the Resurgence? Either you're ignorant or I know more than I think I know. Anyway since you seem stubborn enough to want to investigate the catacombs I'll give you a challenge! If you make it out of there more alive than dead I'll tell you some of what I know. Not all of it, but only some bits. Unless you're not interested of course."

She then temporarily turns her attention to Corc, and puts up a surprisingly innocent-looking smile. "Don't worry, Mr. Corc! I'm confident enough to say that I might be more trustworthy than some of your companions..."