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I´m already involved in two other roleplays, so I am going to stay out of this one. Sorry!
I´m already involved in two other roleplays, so I am going to stay out of this one. Sorry!
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Time: Morning
Location: A forest close to Ra Monde
Interactions: None
Ambience: Trees and lanterns
Week summary
It had taken Ilan a day or two to get used to small amounts of daylight in the rebel hiding place of Ra Monde. The times he ventured outside were few and far between. Multiple reasons made the faun remain underground, sometimes against his will. The rebels advised him not to go outside on his own. He had been seen with two humans already which made them fear for his safety. Ilan wholeheartedly agreed, not being the bravest soul known to man. A protector had been appointed to him, a stern and unforgiving grey monk Mr Alburn who also insisted on him staying safe. Staying safe however in Mr Alburns book didn't simply mean hiding out in Ra Monde. The both of them awoke at the crack of dawn each day to train outside in the surrounding forests. He showed Ilan how to hit moving targets with his slingshot and instilled some much needed life lessons into the young faun.
Ilan found Mr Alburns countenance difficult to stomach at times, his outlook often clashing with his own. Yet there was something there, within their disagreements as opposites in life. Young and old, soft and hard, weak willed and steadfast, they came to a middle ground. Mr Alburn was despite his age not unwilling to learn. Ilan taught him about the subtle strength of kindness, gentleness sometimes without even realizing it.
The faun had taken up his old occupation as an apprentice healer. He wanted to make himself useful to the rebel forces. After they trained he would gather herbs under the watchful eyes of his mentor. The man claimed to have been a healer at the infirmary to win his trust. Ilan however soon found out that wasn't true. He couldn't tell one plant from the next, let alone their healing properties. He didn't make any mention of it. There was no need to attack the man for not telling the truth.
Ilan and Belladonna had the chance to get to know one another. Ilan found her to be kind and a little withdrawn much like himself. At times she was difficult to read or understand. They spend time together in between Ilan's training and healing sessions. Together they cooked up an idea to figure out her natural affinity for one of the four natural elements. Surprisingly it did actually work. It took a few attempts to get it right. They found out Belladonna was connected to water. Ilan tried his best to teach her how to use her magic with his own limited experience. It wasn't easy for either of them. Ilan didn't have any magic of his own, he drew it out from his lyre. Belladonna had to draw the magic from herself. By trial and error they found some techniques which worked out well.
Present time
"Put your back into it boy, don't hold back because I'm old!" Mr Alburn barked at the young faun. Ilan was trying to hit the old monk who was running in between the trees. They were using bundles of weighted fabric, tied together with strings. A piece of clay was added in the centre to add weight. It felt different to stones. Still he was hesitant in using them. Mr Alburn made him aim for his head. He had to forego his lyre and rely more on his slingshot.
Always go for the head...
Everyone could hit a motionless target.
He loaded up his sling and took his time to get a good shot. Ilan ignored the taunting remarks of his mentor, trying to predict where he would go next. The round ball soared through the air, going for the monk. Before it could collide the man snatched it out of the air with impressive dexterity, considering his age.
"Very good Ilan!" He said in rare praise to the faun. If he hadn't stopped it the ball would have definitely hit him square in the head. Near to the temples just like he taught him.
Ilan smiled and moved his focus on the floating lanterns which were moving about in the breeze. Mr Aburn had tied them to the trees below. He had four shots left and there were exactly four lanterns left. Each one would have to be perfect.
No pressure. He thought to himself. Ilan placed another ball into his sling, rotating his wrist to let it gather some momentum.
Time: Dawn
Location: Mermaid's fortune deck
Interactions: None
Ambience: Calm sailing
Nur was laying comfortably between her collection of pillows and blankets. Her raven hair fanned out behind her and she looked at the charms and bundles of herbs hanging from the beams above her head. She traced their shapes in the air, trying to call out their magical vibrations. It took her more effort than usual, something she was still getting used to. The charms trembled, moving in the opposite direction of the swaying ship, as if controlled by some kind of unseen hand. Wisps of iridescent light only she could see emerged slowly from within them. They were faint, barely noticeable and faded as quickly as they appeared.
The fact that her magic was slipping away frustrated the young witch. It also scared her, more than she liked to admit. There was no logical explanation why this was happening. She'd run across every scenario in her head. It just didn't make any sense. She sat up straight, brushing her hair out of her face. There was no use dwelling on it, besides she was determined to find a solution, and she always got what she wanted. If her books didn't know the answer, the magic on the Shadowmount isles surely would.
There was a mixture of loud yelling coming from up on deck. She couldn't distinguish the voices, but she didn't need to. Nur knew who would be yelling the loudest. It was time to start doing her job and take care of the crew. There was one thing she firmly believed in. Prevention. Nur hadn't always been the best student, mainly because witchcraft wasn't the only thing the women taught her. There were endless chores to be done, cooking, cleaning, sewing. Most of which she despised.
She removed the pot from the stove and put on her teapot, along with a muslin bag filled with dried chamomile flowers. Arms crossed and with her foot tapping on the wooden floor Nur waited impatiently for the water to come to a boil. She realized she should have done this sooner, but how could she have known they were suddenly setting sail? Whatever the reason, she would be the one having to take care of the vomiting new crew members. Something she wanted to avoid at all costs. As soon as the first bubbles appeared Nur snatched the pot from the stove and placed it into a basket along with a set of cups. It could steep further when she was making rounds.
The prospect of a cabin full of green faced men tied her stomach in nervous knots. She rushed through the hallway, holding up her skirts as she went up the stairs. On deck she was greeted by the salty sea air and the crew, new and old alike working hard to please the Mermaid's Fortune and her captain. She leisurely strolled across the deck, the basket with the hot tea in her left hand. The sun was rising higher into the sky. Nur studied the crew, walking past them, while subtly looking for the signs of sea sickness. There was this one young man, looking particularly miserable, a little green around the gills even. He was manning the sails, or that's what he should have been doing, looking at the men next to him. Instead he was holding onto a barrel and probably also his breakfast.
She gave him a pitying smile, her eyes creasing in concern. Tea at the ready she walked over to him and touched his arm lightly.
"I have something that will help." She spoke calmly. Nur poured him a cup of tea, handing it to him. He took it with trembling hands, barely keeping his footing. Nur bit her lip, tea really wasn't going to be enough.
"Stand up straight for a moment." She helped him steady himself and they faced each other.
"Now look at me, lock your eyes on something." The something would be his choice.
"Hold out your other arm please." She instructed, keeping a steady eye on him. Nur started to gently press down on a spot below his wrist. She continued this for a while until he started to feel better.
Time: Late morning
Location: Roshmi city infirmary
Interactions: @Potter @dezuel @hide on mana
Ambience:
Ilan silently watched the situation unfold in front of him. He listened to the words of the dark elf and narrowed his eyes, trying to comprehend what he was saying. The elf spoke in partial riddles. It started to dawn on Ilan that he may be attempting to assist them.
But....why?
He spoke of opposing forces, rebels who were going against the lich king. Ilan already knew there were more humans. The idea of a force of operating rebels was something great. It meant the humans would not stand alone. Avalia was rising up to support them. If it was true it meant Ilan was no longer alone. He weighed his options. If the dark elf wanted to kill them both he and the human would already be dead. Fleeing with the girl was an option, but they wouldn't get very far. At the least they needed a disguise. Yet there was something about that plan that did not sit right with the faun. There was too much that could go wrong, he didn't want to go through the same thing he went through mere hours ago.
Going with the dark elf would be dangerous, he didn't know if he could trust him. His actions were questionable and his motives not completely clear. The fact that he hadn't killed them or turned them in for hiding a human was admirable. What would stop him however from doing so later? The uncertainty troubled him deeply, and a frown settled on his face.
They needed a safe place and come up with a plan. Would this old forgotten temple be such a place?
Time: Dawn
Location: Surgeon's cabin
Interactions: @helo
Ambience: Preparing medicine
Nur was planning to go to her cabin when she crossed paths with Aodh in the hallway. The sight of the tall fiery haired djinn made her smile. He had these piercing green eyes which stood out even more against his bronze skin. He wanted to know where she´d left the new girl.
Ah of course, they´re already asking about her......
Nur frowned, trying not to show her displeasure, but failing miserably.
She lifted her hand, pointing towards one of the living areas.
"Over there..." Nur answered in a deadpan delivery, her lips pursed.
The surgeon turned on her heel and hastily made her way to her cabin, frustration evident in her steps, her robe billowing behind her. She pushed open the doors to her cabin with excessive force, making the doors slam open and crash into the walls. The cabin was in a state of complete chaos. Books were spread about everywhere, all opened on various pages detailing herbal medicine and healing ointments. Jars, bottles and bowls filled with half made salves, poultices and the like covered most of her workspace. It was hard to tell the poisons from the medicine. Jars left with open lids. No visible label or writing to discern their contents.
"Unbelievable...." Nur said to no one in particular. The fact she had not killed anyone yet, working in these conditions was sheer luck. If Malek would be here to see it, he would throw her off the ship. The mere thought was enough to make her start cleaning up. Nur locked the door and went over to her dressing area. She slipped out of her robe and changed into her regular clothes. It didn't take her long to get dressed, even the lacing of her corset was done in the blink of an eye.
The surgeon strolled over to the center of the room, eyeing her surroundings. A lot of medicine needed to be restocked, the cupboards were near empty. Most of it she made herself. Just thinking of the work it was going to take gave her a headache. Despite her reluctance she got to work, soon falling into her familiar routine. Nur went from one corner of the room to the next, putting away books, cleaning out jars and bottles, throwing away spoiled herbs. She put on a pot of water on the single stove which was connected to the kitchens. She threw in a bunch of herbs balancing bundles of it, while simultaneously reading a recipe, smelling the herbs to make sure she had the right ones.
The cabin was staring to look presentable again. The scent of boiling lavender filled the air, the vapor rising from the copper pot. It made her sleepy. This was too much hassle this early in the morning. Nur stretched out and gazed longingly at the bunch of pillows and blankets close to her bed. Maybe just a couple of minutes...
Time: Dawn
Location: Mermaid's Fortune cabins
Interactions: @Tae
Ambience: Surgeons cabin
Nur wasn't surprised in the least at the men's reaction to the new female crew member. What did surprise her however was the pang of jealousy she was feeling. She ignored the girls compliments and kept a steady pace towards the cabins, not once looking over her shoulder to see if she was actually following. They had been out at sea for weeks and despite having a woman as a captain, the rest of the crew were predominantly men. Honestly Nur didn't even count the captain as a woman, at least not one she was in competition with, that was a battle she knew to avoid. That just left the cook with a few scullery maids, herself and now this new girl. Nur liked her status as the shiny new treasure of the Mermaid's Fortune and it looked like some of her shine was beginning to dull. It made her feel uneasy. It was important for her to be needed by the crew, for more than her skills as a surgeon. Which were somewhat lackluster without the assistance of her waning magic. She didn't want to think what would happen if she lost her value.
She pushed open the doors to the cabins, putting her entire weight into it. The doors flung open strangely fast, almost as if someone was....
"Aye ladies, please enter our humble abode" A man carrying a barrel under one arm held the door. Nur vaguely recognized him, he was always stalking around in the belly of the ship, making sure the Mermaid's Fortune would not end up at the bottom of the ocean.
"I need to borrow these..." She said looking up with a cheeky smile. He was a good head taller than both girls. Nur relieved him of his key ring, swiftly untying the cord on the mans belt. He let out a grunt of approval and shifted the barrel under his arm.
"We'll get out of your hair now" Nur said, realizing the man had little left she added.
"Or well you know what I mean...." She bit her lip trying not to laugh at her own joke, realizing she would have to see him to return his keys. She ducked underneath his outstretched arm. After they were inside the man released the door ,making his way onto the deck.
The first time she had been down the cabins she was surprised to find there weren´t that many of them. The surgeons room was close to the kitchens as they often required the same materials and supplies. Nur used the stove to distill sea water to treat wounds. A time consuming process which she despised. Apart from herself only the captain and the first mate had private chambers. The rest of the crew stayed in hammocks or on the floors of a shared living area. Out of sheer boredom Nur had familiarized herself with everyone´s sleeping quarters. It was always good to know who stayed where.
"Follow me." Nur walked with purpose towards the far end of the hallway, most hammocks close to the deck were already taken when she joined the crew. Their owners wanted as less of a distance between the deck and their beds as possible, mostly because they were unable to reach their bunk drunk. It was not surprising to find them sleeping in the hallway, a bottle of rum in hand. It gave her a sinful amount of pleasure to douse them with cold water in the mornings. For medical purposes of course...
As soon as she reached the door of the first bunk with an empty bed to spare Nur turned around to face the girl. She made sure they were alone before speaking. Hopefully this piece of advice wouldn't come back to bite her in the ass later. It was completely against her better judgment. Part of her simply pitied the girl, who would most likely be eaten alive as soon as they set sail.
"Let me give you a piece of advice." Nur began, unlocking the door and walking inside. She heard footsteps coming towards them, or away she couldn't tell yet. Just to be sure no one heard them, she shut the door.
She looked at the girl, noticing she really wasn't wearing all that much. They were about the same height and she was actually pretty too. Carrying just one sack of belongings and a violin. The sack made Nur raise a brow. When she boarded the ship two men had to carry her belongings to her room. Chests and boxes filled with all kinds of things.
"Life on deck isn't easy, especially for girls like us." Nur pointed out with a hint of contempt in her voice.
She gestured to the way the girl was dressed to make her next point.
"You should use what you have to make your life easier, get the boys to do what you want, instead of the other way around"
It was as warm of a welcome as she could muster. On this ship it was every woman for herself. With a final nod she left the room. There was enough work left to do. Her cabin was a mess and she needed to organize the new supplies, preferably before they set sail. In case of an emergency.
Double posted >.<
Time: Dawn
Location: Parlay Cay
Interactions: @Tae @Funnyguy @Helo @Legion02
Ambience: Seaside banter
A midst the hassle and bustle of the deck a young woman sat perched on top of a crate. Her lips were slightly parted while she looked into a mirror with the utmost concentration. In her hand she held a small brush which she had dipped into a tiny jar of kohl. With expert precision and a well practiced hand she began to frame her eyes. The first attempt was crooked to which she let out an irritated breath. The young sailor who was holding the mirror for her bit his lip and got visibly worried. The slight swaying of the ship made it hard to hold the mirror in one place, also the robe of the young woman kept moving in the wind. It gradually revealed part of her leg, creeping upwards when the wind intensified. The man swallowed hard and lowered the mirror, he needed to take a breather.
"It can't be that heavy..." Nur said, wanting to sound witty, but sounding distracted instead. She tried to follow the mirror as it moved. Her witty remark was lost on the sailor. She put the brush away into the pocket of her robe. The robe reached down to her calves. It was made of an expensive kind of lilac silk with embroidered butterflies fluttering on the sleeves and bottom portion of the robe. Nur looked at the sailor and smirked slightly when she realized why he wasn't paying any attention to the task she'd given him. When they locked eyes he shamefully looked away, his tan face slightly flushed.
Nur looked completely out of place between the working crowd on deck. Not only because she hadn't bothered to dress herself in proper clothes, she also wasn't making a single attempt to assist with the heavy lifting. That was exactly the way she liked things. There was fresh meat coming aboard today, according to the captain. Nur had already acquired her personal scrap of meat for the morning. A handsome and gullible fisherman's son, who was more than happy to assist her in her morning beauty routine. She took out a set of hairpins from a box next to her. Equally as lavish as her robe, the twisted metal was bejeweled with all kinds of precious stones.
Further down the deck she noticed some of the crew were gathering around a girl with feline features, as in a literal set of cat ears and a tail. A demi-human most likely. Now she understood why they were gathered around like bees to honey. Nur watched the interaction with an amused expression on her face as she began to pin strands of hair atop her head. The sailor immediately held up her mirror once again, without her needing to say anything at all. Malek's unmistakable voice boomed across the deck. The incessant yelling of the first mate, made her drop the pin she was holding. It slipped from her fingers and made a clicking sound when it fell on the wood floor of the ship. Nur did not bother to pick it up, or move from her seat for that matter. She simply took out another one and resumed what she was doing.
The sailor scratched the back of his head with his free hand, shuffling his feet on the floor. He was getting anxious.
"Isn't your name Nur..?" He asked, already knowing the answer. Perhaps only if he was drunk would he ever forget the name of such a beautiful girl as she.
"It is...." She pursed her lips and took a long look at herself, trying to debate if she was satisfied.
"So..I..maybe you should go out there..?" The sailor suggested, not sounding too sure of himself.
"Is someone dying?"
"Well no..but.." Before he could say anymore Nur rose from the crate and bent down to retrieve the fallen pin. She got up, and when she rose she was confronted with the most unpleasant sight. That disturbing witch of a man Aharuhn was eyeing up the new girl like a fresh load of fish. This was enough to urge the challenged surgeon to spring into action. First however some payback. She moved the part of her hair which remained unpinned from her shoulders onto her back and narrowed her eyes. She brandished the pin in her hand, taking aim. With a forceful flick of her wrist she threw it at the head of the first mate.
She rushed down the stairs and reached the edge of the ship in mere moments, despite of her size. Even Aodh the hot blooded djin was hovering over the girl. An annoyed expression sat on her otherwise lovely features.
"Don't mind these vultures" Nur said to the feline demi-human, adjusting the ties of her robe. She took the hand of the demi-human and pulled her away from Aodh and the others with surprising strength, giving them a deathly glare. Nur summoned her most unpleasant scowl for Aharuhn.
"And you..." She said turning to the sorcerer. Actually she didn't even want to bother thinking up some insult or other. She simply left the conversation at that. Nur gestured for the girl to follow her up the stairs.
Time: Late morning
Location: Roshmi city infirmary
Interactions: @Potter @dezuel @hide on mana
Ambience: Battle for the dead
The repetitive motion of his fingers tracing along the strings of his lyre relaxed the young faun. The new human who'd appeared was kind and showed her sympathy which Ilan appreciated. He stopped playing and fastened the instrument on his back. He turned towards her and took the opportunity to look at her more closely, discreetly of course, without overtly staring. Without any distractions he could now clearly see she was also a human. She was not very tall and light in every sense of the word. Her hair and skin were a pale color and she didn't appear to be heavy at all. If Ilan didn't know any better she may well have been a child, but the way she carried herself confirmed she wasn't. Another human had come into his care. Hopefully he would do better this time. He wouldn't know what to do if the same thing happened to her. He truly wished he had the guidance of his wise grandmother in a time like this.
She had gone to lean against the wall in absence of a chair for her to sit on. Ilan walked over to her and held out his hand in greeting, smiling softly.
"I'm Ilan...."
He rubbed his nose lightly, not really knowing what to say next. He tried his best regardless.
"I know this world must be strange to you, and you have many questions"
"Humans are kind of like heroes in this world, who have magical powers to defeat the evil King."
Ilan looked around for some unseen threat, lowering his voice to a whisper, fearing even the walls had ears.
"Which is why you are in danger...."
He thought it best not to scare her any further. They would travel to a safe place soon, where he could answer any other questions she might have. Ilan reached inside his traveling bag to retrieve a bruised summer peach. He handed it to her with a slight apologetic smile on his face, feeling a little embarrassed. A small gesture of kindness was important during hard times.
"You must be hungry"
It would be best not to linger too long, for both of their sakes. Ilan glanced towards the door to see if any of the healers were close by. He didn't see familiar burgundy robes crossing the hallway. Someone else did enter the room, he was wearing a hood also, just not the kind the healers wore. Despite his white robes, something about him made Ilan shiver. He approached the bed and Ilan held his breath, feeling something terrible was going to happen. The stranger plunged a hidden dagger right into the chest of the deceased, close to the heart. Ilan eye's widened in fear and he screamed, covering his mouth immediately. He stumbled backwards until he almost bumped into the walls behind him. The man was ordering him to lift up the dead man. Ilan was horrified, he should be left to rest. He'd gone through enough terrors in his life. This hooded man must be someone who wanted the reward....
"Why...why are you doing this!?"
Ilan asked in a shaky voice, his legs were trembling beneath him. He tried to make it stop and think of something to do. He did not feel confident he could use the magic of his lyre, he was too frightened to concentrate on the notes. Taking out his slingshot would take too long, and the room wasn't large enough for him to get a good shot.
Ilan glanced sideways to the human girl, she was closest to the door, maybe she could make a run for it. Another stranger entered. He wore a mask and addressed to man in white robes. He was a dark elf!? Did the Lich king know their location already? The idea filled Ilan with a sense of dread. The faun slowly inched closer to the human, having decided for now the masked stranger seemed to be on their side. He was armed with bladed fans.
"Be careful.."
Ilan whispered quietly to the vulpine.
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