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Free Sorcery: An Alagaësian Roleplay

She didn't seem to believe him, and when she delved into his mind to check whether or not he told the truth, he recognized the feeling and went on the defensive. He began reciting a lewd song in his head, refusing to let any other thought pass onto the surface of his mind.

I knew a plump maid from Gilead
Hair of gold and eyes of moss she had

It seemed that no matter what he did he lost, though. If he let her in his mind, she'd know what he didn't want her to, but when he kept her out, she knew that he was familiar with mind magic, which he shouldn't have been. The two struggled silently for a moment, as Gale took Alph's advice and fled. When the red headed woman spotted him leaving she grew bored of the mental contest and strode forward to end it physically.

Her breasts a better pillow were
Than a bed of down or hay or fur

Alph blocked her blade clumsily, but she pressed the attack and it was all he could do to step out of her way, always moving backwards, his blade swinging wildly. She got between him and the river and gave a furious swing, but Alph caught her blade, and the two ground together until their crossguards met. She pushed, pushed with more strength than she ought to have been able for a woman of her size. Alph strained against her, but the crossed swords were moving inexorably toward him, too close to his face for comfort.

When I leave her bed I feel so grand
But her father won't let me take her hand

The woman murmured a word under her breath and Alph could feel her blade suddenly begin to radiate heat. It was so hot that it sank into the blade of Alph's sword, moving closer to him until it singed a lock of his hair. He still couldn't push back, and when he looked into her face, he saw that she was grinning with pleasure at his distress.

So every night I'd steal away
And be gone before the morn next day

The burning blade was a mere inch from his face, and the strain of both pushing with his body and guarding his mind was deteriorating his willpower. He was about to make peace with his death, having at least bought time for Gale to flee, but something he didn't recognize bloomed up inside of him, and a word he didn't even know sprung from his lips.

"Jierda!" At the word, his sword exploded with such force that it knocked them away from each other. The woman flung into the swollen river, and, caught off guard, was quickly swept up in the current. Alph hit the tree behind him so hard that the wind was knocked from him, but he was on his feet, gasping, a moment later. He ran, making for the rendezvous point that Zyloria had given them, and praying that that woman was the only one of her kind in Mashal.

Destiny role play anyone? (Casual)

I'm kind of interested. I admit that my lore knowledge is shaky(since, you know, it was barely covered in the game) but I'd love to give it a try.

Free Sorcery: An Alagaësian Roleplay

I thought it was either him or Ceta.

Free Sorcery: An Alagaësian Roleplay

Guys?

Witch Trials (Title up for change)

Okay, so I don't think it lets me know I've been pinged in an edit, and so I didn't notice this immediately.

Anyway, looks good. Might polish up the grammar a bit, though.

Witch Trials (Title up for change)

@Smile Looking good so far, show us the backstory.

One thing I would say, take out the bit where it says she gets a random bug if she doesn't have a template one. If it's part of the price, she should need to take in the "template" one every time.

Witch Trials (Title up for change)

@NowIGiveUp Yeah, apply! All are welcome.

Witch Trials (Title up for change)

May 14th 2016. Half moon, waxing.

The old manor in the woods was made out of various materials. The first construction, before it could be called anything more than a cabin, was wood, many times repaired, and with stone additions almost as old as the original structure. Some of the more recent pieces are more modern in construction, though none of the building itself is younger than sixty years old. Oddly enough, the electric infrastructure is up to date, and powered by a turbine in the nearby river, as well as a wind mill that stretches above the ancient trees. This used to be the deepest part of the woods, but now a mere fifteen mile trek through the trees will bring you to the main road, and from there not much further to the closest town. Still, the manor is mostly unmolested by those outside, which suits the inhabitants just fine.

Inside, in one of the main rooms, Bethany Hooke was holding court with her coven. She sat in a comfortable rocking chair with overstuffed cushions and a soft fur draped over top, and as she rocked, the others argued.

The two biggest speakers were a grandson and grand daughter of hers. The Gift ran strong in both, which gave them a high standing in the Hooke family coven.

Jonathan was soft spoken to the last, though today his agitation was showing in its own way. He stood with his arms crossed, his jaw clenched in a tense and defensive stature as his cousin gave a passionate tirade.

Ruth Hooke was louder. She had the same look as her grandmother, her hair as fiery as her arguments.

"We're a strong coven, our gift runs old. If we stand and fight against this... oppression, others will flock to us. Why are we accepting others into our coven if not to marshal our forces?" Where Jonathan was standing with his body tight and withdrawn, Ruth moved about as she spoke, her arms wide and gesturing.

"It was to protect them," Bethany answered from her seat. Her voice was clear and strong, though she wasn't at the height of her strength for this lunar cycle, she was strong enough to retain most of her youth, and her form was physically firm and healthy. Her human features were augmented with the eyes of an owl, as well as the wings, though they were folded behind her in the chair.

"We offer community," Jonathan added quietly, "Not vengeance. Witches come here seeking peace, I don't think it's right to draw them into war."

"Precisely. This is the last I'll hear of this. If you want to go fight, don't expect to come and hide here when they're hunting you down. I've heard enough for today, I'm going into town. Ruth, if you would..?" Despite being shut down, Ruth obeyed and stepped forward to offer her arm. Bethany took a small knife from her pocket and cut a thin slice into the flesh of her forearm. She took a drink of the blood, and her body shuddered for a moment before her wings retracted into her.

With her form returned to a passing human one, she left and made her way to town.

Free Sorcery: An Alagaësian Roleplay

"I don't know nothing about no hedge witch," Alph said, adopting a backwoods small village speech in an attempt to make them both seem less likely suspects. "And the only sword I know is this one," he drew it, dry leather grip and chipped blade.

"And we ain't plotting nothing. Not hiding neither, we live here! Just put that away, we don't want trouble."

He flung a thought back at Gale, hoping he could communicate with him the same way he did with Ashwing.

Go.

Modern Witch Trials

One more bump. We could use another character or two.