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In Ember Grove - Supernatural RP → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
In Avalia → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


Time: Morning
Location:Roshmi City
Interactions: Ayita @13org, Sakura @baraquiel


Cade led the way through the streets of Roshmi, eventually reaching the shop of weapons owned by a demifox. Here the walls and display cases were adorned with what Sakura had referred to as sharp toys, metal forged and sharpened by skilled blacksmiths and fine wood expertly carved, these were the tools he preferred to put his trust in. Every hand-crafted weapon here was a work of art with purpose; allowing families to hunt and provided food, warriors to protect those who needed it, and hopefully to provided heroes tools to aid a deeply wounded Avalia. Although he enjoyed looking and admiring the craftsmanship of such shops, he knew there was no weapon in the land he would rather have than one he possessed; a simple halberd that had been made by his brother. While it didn’t look particularly special, free of the intricate designs and adornments that many more expensive weapons might have, it was strong and dependable and with it he felt the spirit of his brother was still with him, guiding him.

”A fine display of sharp toys I must say. I think I’d have a lot more fun swinging one of those battle axes than whispering words and muddling berries.” Cade said, teasing Sakura as he gestured towards a display of axes. ”We should have no trouble finding what you need here, then we can eat. Cade added, they day was still young and once they had eaten it would be easier to focus on finding allies in the large city. A task that would be difficult but he held no doubts that Roshmi held citizens just as tired of the lich’s rule as they people in his own village had been.

A scuffle on the other side of the market caught Cade’s attention. A faun who had been drawing a crowd with his music had been accosted by a regal looking elf. A large centaur came to the faun’s aid, fighting off the elf official before the centaur and faun both fled from the altercation. In Cade’s experience centaurs usually made strong and fierce warriors, and seeing this one so quickly defend the deer boy made him think it would not be so difficult to find allies in Roshmi. ”I think making friends with that centaur might good start in find help here.” Cade suggested to the others, gesturing with his head towards the commotion in the marketplace.
In Avalia → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


Time: Morning
Location: Roshmi City
Interactions: Torvi @Tae


Bowyn not so subtly rolled his eyes at Torvi’s counter, although she was correct, those with power always hungered for more of it, he surely didn’t want to pave the way for a new tyrant. He didn’t really see the point in bringing it up though; putting Aeryn to rest and maybe, if he was very lucky, getting to see Aklenroth suffer were more important to him than whatever would come after that. Much to his own annoyance his disdain for this ball seemed to be equally matched by Torvi’s excitement for it. He resisted the urge to push against her plan to seek allies at the ball, it was better to let his new companion find whatever joy she could in this world. Bowyn starred at Torvi’s hand as she gave his own hand a reassuring squeeze. The friendly and comforting gesture made him uncomfortable; he did not want to make another friend, because all his friends ended up dead and it was best not to test how long that streak would last.

He was relieved when Torvi released his hand, and her words assured him enough that she too felt the weight of what they were up against. His morose mood dissipated when she offered to buy more drinks with newly swiped amas. Bowyn grinned with pride at the revelation that Torvi had even managed to pick pockets without him noticing. “Then we shall drink to the generosity of strangers.” He said laughing a bit as she went to get another round of drinks.

“You are a bad influence on the human.” Boreas informed him, his tone more of an observation than a judgement.

“A quicker study than I thought. Maybe a night at a ball will not end in missing limbs.” Bowyn answered.

“If attending a ball means you’ll be bathing soon then I’m all for it.” Boreas said goading the fairy back into a snarkier and more pleasant mood.
In Avalia → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


Time: Morning
Location:Roshmi City
Interactions: Ayita @13org, Sakura @baraquiel


Cade scoffed at the demon as she praised spells over steel. “Spells, hexes, magic; these are the tools of manipulation and deception for those who lack the strength and honor to face an opponent in fair combat. I will admit your magic has its uses; with creatures like the dracolich and in disguise, but in the hunt and in combat there is nothing better than a victory won through skill with nothing other than one’s trusted weapon at their side.” Cade replied with confidence, although he could now see a useful place for magic he could not see it as a replacement for a good weapon in the hand of a well trained warrior. It was more important to him to fight with honor than it was to simply win, and there was no pride to be had in a victory accomplished through tricks. ”It is a truly beautiful thing when one can accomplish something great from their own prowess alone, when years of practice and training finally amount to success.” His eyes shone with pride and his tail flicked happily about as he recalled his first defeat of a cave troll as younger cat.

He found Ayita’s take on things curios as well, what could one possibly learn from prey? While those designed to be hunted had speed and grace it was of course unequal to that of cat, after all that was why eventually every good cat caught a meal. Rather than inquire on this further though, Cade took a second to scan the surroundings and try and recall the places in Roshmi he had been before. Ayita was in need of weapons and no good warrior should be separated from their tools for too long, especially not while under the threat of constant danger. He choices his direction and lead the way through the streets of the city with ease. ”Your guide I shall be, lucky for you a cat never gets lost, though we do on occasion chose to take the scenic route.” Cade found their way to Roshmi’s finest blacksmith a cheerful and boisterous demi-fox named Ezra Vulpis, and his shop held many finely crafted weapons.





Time: Morning
Location: Roshmi City
Interactions: Torvi @Tae


Bowyn had seen the flyer’s for Roshmi’s latest ball postered about the city, how could he not they seemed to be just about everywhere. He had ignored them, mostly, doubting that anything useful could come from prancing about with the city’s elite. However, the thought of pickpocketing the drunken elite while they were surrounded by their own obscene extravagance, was more than enough to make Bowyn grin. All those drunken and distracted nobles with their shiny trinkets and full coin purses would certainly cover meals and board for their time in the city. The only issue was should they be caught there it would bring them far too much trouble, he’d likely lose a hand at least and he doubted Torvi’s disguise would hold up to the scrutiny of authorities. ”While I applaud you for thinking like a thief, I’m not sure the nobles would be our best bet in finding allies. Seems to me they are benefiting the most from the king’s rule and wouldn’t risk their status to aid you. I doubt any humans here would have the means to provide both the high entry fee and have suitable attire for such a thing. They certainly wouldn’t let us in dressed as commoners, we’d have to acquire formal wear to even get in the door.” Bowyn didn’t even try to hide his disgust when mentioning dress clothes.

Truthfully it seemed an almost impossible task to find anyone willing to help in such a large city with it being so difficult to even find someone you could trust to ask. Bowyn doubted that rich noble would be willing to do anything that didn’t sever their own greed but searching for help among people who struggled to survive would be a challenge as well. Although he’d personally feel more comfortable in the city’s slums, they too were just as likely to turn them in for the reward; starvation could easily strip a person of their decency. ”But, no matter where we seek help it will be dangerous, so if we find nothing better before this ball then I guess it’s a risk we may have to take.” Bowyn gazed at the dwindling contents of his glass, feeling again the impending sense of dread at the danger to come. His own survival had dropped on his list of priorities and ensuring Aeryn no longer suffered as one of the undead now took precedent. Although death seemed a likely outcome of his new and foolish endeavors, he had to stay cautious to ensure he at least survived long enough to accomplish this goal. ”We can’t afford any mistakes.” He added solemnly.
In Avalia → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


Time: Morning
Location: Roshmi City
Interactions: Torvi @Tae


After inquiring from the bartender, the cost of renting a room in tavern’s inn, Bowyn found himself in for quite the shock. He could deal with the overpriced mead of The Leaky Tap, he rarely minded parting with amas in exchange for alcohol but the price for room in inn was completely unreasonable. He had expected things in Roshmi to be a bit more than they were up north but for someone used to living rent free in the forest he was finding the city to be far more expensive than he cared for. Clearly the bartender could read the annoyance at the price on Bowyn’s face and the man assured him that ‘they wouldn’t find rooms more reasonable in the city, at least not in any place you’d want to be in after dark’. Normally Bowyn wouldn’t think twice about staying in the rougher areas of a city, and he doubted that Torvi would be easily intimidated either, but getting into trouble would draw unwanted attention to them. It seemed wiser to stay in the more savory parts of the city and after a failed attempt to haggle the barkeep down on the price Bowyn gave in and quickly finished his drink and ordered another to take his mind off the incurring expenses. Of course, seeing how this adventure was more than likely to end in death he might as well live frivolously until they met their end.

“Best not to gawk too much.” Bowyn warned quietly as he noticed Torvi looking around at the bar’s patrons as they headed towards a table away from any invasive ears. “I assume you don’t have quite the variety of creatures where you’re from?” Bowyn asked, from what little he could remember about the old stories of humans, they all had the silly round ears and lack wings, being fairly uniform in appearance other than size and coloring. He had been surprised when he first met Torvi to learn that most humans did not posses magic, and it was strange for him to think of a world where so little magic existed. Her world had sounded just as brutal and unforgiving as his own but without magic, or even flight, he imagined that would make it all even harder to bare. “With no wings and little magic, if you don’t mind my asking, what exactly does your world and it’s people have going for it?” Bowyn asked.
In Avalia → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


Time: Morning
Location:Roshmi City
Interactions: Ayita @13org, Sakura @baraquiel


Cade gave Sakura a confused look as she happened to mention knowing of a disguise spell that requires the body part of an elf. He tilted his head to the side and wondered if it was some sort of dark joke. He couldn’t imagine any elves willing to part with any pieces of themselves and didn’t want to imagine the sort of shady merchants that would sell such a thing. Her trickery with the blueberries was much more to his liking, and while normally such magic would strike him as a coward’s trick, in their situation he was becoming much more comfortable with those who relied on magic. It had, after all, proven to be an exceptionally useful tool in one’s arsenal. ”Wonderful, and so much more pleasant than an elf part spell. What a terrible notion.” Cade said chuckling a bit as if he understood her strange joke. He was happy that his friend Ayita was more comfortable going into the city. It was hard to believe her home lacked magnificent cities, and he was excited to watch as someone saw Roshmi for the first time. He too had been awestruck during his first visit to this great city. He did not interrupt Ayita’s moment of awe as she took in the sites of Roshmi, speaking again when she mentioned buying some weapons.

”Sakura, I take it you have traveled through here before? I believe a reputable weapons merchant lies this way.” Cade said pointing, it had been a bit since his last visit here but he normally had a keen sense of direction. ”After we get the supplies we need we should certainly get something to eat.” Cade suggested, his new friends were likely not shocked by this suggestion, as he was almost always ready for a another meal. Although food caught by paw and claw was always fantastic, he also greatly enjoyed sampling the dishes prepared the various different creatures that called Roshmi home. ”One could easily live their entire life here and not have tried all that Roshmi has to offer.”





Time: Morning
Location: Roshmi City
Interactions: Torvi @Tae


Bowyn simply flashed Boreas a grin letting the bird know he had been outvoted. It would seem that Torvi shared his distaste for places crawling with people. It wasn’t that he hated other people, but strangers always carried uncertainty; you could never tell by looking at others what their motives and intentions were. This brought danger and their situation was already delicate enough, should Torvi’s ears happen to fall off, for instance, there were so many here who could easily turn them in for the reward. He did not share these fears with her though, both their lives were just a mistake away from being lost and he did not doubt she knew that just as well as he did. A lessened crowd, a drink or two of liquid courage to calm their nerves, and a welcomed escape from the sun would help them appear less nervous and out of place. And, if death was coming for them it was better not to face it sober.

As Torvi pointed out an establishment, The Leaky Tap Tavern and Inn, Bowyn couldn’t help but let a sarcastic remark slip out. “Yes, the sign does seem to suggest they are an inn, so glad they teach warriors where you are from how to read.” He headed towards the tavern and the working class vibe it gave off reminded him a bit of a place he had once worked at. Normally Bowyn did not care to be reminded of his past, but his time spent in taverns had always been pleasant. Upon the door were a few fliers for events around the city, notably one for some grand ball soon to take place. The thought of drunken nobles with their coin purses primed for the taking was amusing enough for him to enter the building with slight grin. Although nothing fancy, The Leaky Tap was well kept and offered a relaxed atmosphere. Approaching the bar, he ordered two pints of one of the tavern’s meads, a brew they were calling Warrior’s Whistle. He figured the name would amuse Torvi. When the mugs were placed on the bar, he lightly touched the glass with his finger, focusing his ice magic to cause the glass to frost.

“Need a cold drink to fend off the hellish heat here?” He asked offering to do the same for her.
In Ossvien → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Time: Dawn
Location: Parlay Cay
Interaction with: Katurah@Tae


It seemed that Aharuhn had lost interest in harassing the kitten and with the unhinged man back to obsessing over his books and scrolls, Aodh and Katurah left the man to his ramblings. He often wondered why the captain kept the odd man on board and had come to assume that keeping the crew on edge and alert was a useful reason; complacent pirates often became dead pirates. He put a great deal of trust in their captain, although sometimes her choice in new crew seemed strange eventually, he saw how even those he originally doubted came to prove themselves to be the most valuable of crew. Nur, for instance, he originally thought to be lazy and too much of a distraction for many of the men, but having seen her skill as a healer, Aodh now believed she was worth her weight in gold. He had learned to put a great deal of faith in the captain’s decisions and was curious to find out what great spark she had seen in Katurah. Although this crew was much less conventional than others he had been with, this one ran well and had been the most enjoyable yet. It would seem that as soon as Aharuhn was no longer a threat, Katurah was again immediately excited to see the boat set sail. While her enthusiasm for piracy was a good start, her mannerisms, like trying to hold his hand, certainly did not scream pirate.

“Trust me kitten, you do not want the crew to see you require hand holding on your first day. Act like you belong here, and do not let anyone think they can fuck with you, or trouble will continue to follow you.” He said, keeping his tone soft, and pulling his hand free of her grip as he followed her back to the main deck. Much of the work in setting sail had already been done and he had no doubts that Malek had noted their absence. “You’re a pirate now, no one will give you anything, you must either demand it or take it. Watch how other’s do their jobs until we find what your suited for, until then you can expect to be doing a good amount of grunt work. No one likes a whiner, if your tasked with deck swabbing or peeling potatoes, just get it done. Keep a weapon on you at all times, never know when we’ll be running into trouble… Aodh paused and eyed Katurah noticing that she carried no sword or pistols. “Do you have a proper weapon?” He asked, feeling like he already knew the answer to this. Had she really boarded a pirate ship setting sail towards the Shadowmounts with nothing but claws to depend herself with? Aodh didn’t really wait for an answer as he led her over towards the ships main sail to explain how one was to man the sails. He thought perhaps a job involving climbing would be suited for a cat.


 

Time: Dawn
Location: Avalon Avenger
Interaction with:



Once the ship was set towards her course things on deck calmed down, everything ran about as smoothly as it could and the sailors fell into their rolls. Sylas was content to be out of the overpowering sunlight in the gun deck. Once the cannons were secured and inspected for signs of rust or defect, he allowed himself a brief moment to rest his weary muscles. He noticed another man watching him, a tall and muscular Gorilla demihuman, who he recognized as one of the gunners.

“You there, dark elf, what is your name?” The beast man who Sylas believed was called Titus, addressed and approached him. Sylas worried he had made some sort of error in his care of the cannons, but the gunner did not appear angry with him, but curious instead.

“Sylas.” He replied to the man. “Sylas Fyn.”

“I thought you looked familiar, now you must be Declan Fyn’s boy?" Titus flashed a toothy grin as he realized how he recognized the boy, and Sylas had been told by quite a few that he looked a lot like his father did as a young man.

“Yes sir. You know my father?” He asked, although it was obvious that man did. Sylas was interested in hearing any stories about his father’s younger days, wondering if his imposing father had always been the man he knew or if he too had struggled with same anxious energy Sylas himself did. Personally, he doubted this, figuring that his father had always been collected on board a ship.

”Aye, served many years with him, back he was a master gunner on Glasston’s Glory. Bit of a mean ol’ bastard though." The man let out a laugh and gave him what was likely intended as a friendly slap on the shoulder. The man’s primate strength though made the gesture much more abrasive, and Sylas already hated when people touched him. Although he jumped a bit, he managed a forced and nervous smile for the sake of being polite.

“He has high expectations.” Sylas said in agreement, fidgeting himself further away from the man. He wondered what exactly the man meant by his comment, and he had a feeling like he was being studied. He decided the man was trying to determine if he was a man like his father in more than just appearance. Although he aspired to be as similar to his father as he could, he knew great men were rarely well liked. Sylas had ambition enough to want more out of his military career and he was aware that without the support of others this would be difficult. He doubted that he could climb to the ranks his father had on skill alone; he was still a fairly green sailor. He would have to work on his interactions with the crew in order to play the more political game that most prestigious jobs usually required.

“I’d call that an understatement but I guess that’s why he’s a captain now and I’m still manning the guns. Surprised he wasn’t chomping at the bit for this mission though. Quite a bit of glory in it, if we live.” Titus continued and Sylas could hear a hint of bitterness in the man's tone.

Sylas thought on the remark his father had made when he’d shared his own excitement at having been accepted for such a mission. “He says the king is not likely to send his best towards certain death.” He repeated the words that had dulled his excitement with fear, he did not want to believe that the king lacked faith in their assignment. Even if Sylas was more than ready to make any sacrifice needed for his country he had always hoped he’d at least achieve something worthy before his time came.

“Ha, sounds like him. I’m sure he’s bitter as bile to have been passed over for this one.” Titus grinned again at the thought of elder dark elf being passed over for something.

“Huh, you think?" Sylas said, wondering if there was even a chance that his father had actually been jealous that his son was entrusted on a noble assignment while he was overlooked. He was rather fond of that thought.
In Avalia → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


Time: Morning
Location:Roshmi City
Interactions: Ayita @13org, Sakura @baraquiel


Cade enjoyed his time in the forest with Ayita and Sakura, with another ally amongst them things seemed more hopeful. Sakura was a bit guarded; it was no stretch to say he knew Ayita much better than he knew their new friend, but her bravery in battle had earned his trust. He was happy to have someone around who could explain magic, as Cade had no idea how it worked, how to control it, or how to train one’s self in magic. He was much better acquainted with practical skills, fighting with weapons, hunting, tracking, but these were all things Ayita seemed to need no help in. When they trained with magic, Cade either napped or went out hunting, preferring to keep watch at night incase the dragon came back. He did not trust that they had seen the last of the beast, as long as it remained unvanquished it was a threat.

During the nights around a fire, he finally got to hear some of Ayita’s stories from her home. He would sit completely enchanted by the stories she had from another world. He, in turn, shared legends of Avalia, tales of brave warriors, many of which featured humans, thinking that it would inspire her to know what her kind were capable of here. Their journey to Roshmi was a safe one, and Cade was thankful for a calm before the storm that was sure to come. Although he knew their quest would not be an easy one, he felt Avalia herself was guiding them towards allies, and Avalia herself would continue to aid them.



Cade though about her question regarding Roshmi and what to expect there. “It is a beautiful city, full of all sorts of creatures, one of the largest cities as well. For anyone to really notice you out of place I would imagine you would have to draw a great deal of attention to yourself. Most folks are concerned with their own troubles, they have neither the time nor the care to notice every random stranger. Avoid the dark elves if you can, but do not go out of your way to do so. Simply carry yourself as if you belong here.” Cade was confident the disguise would work, and although there was certainly risk in traveling to the city it was easier to remain unnoticed in a large crowd.

“Eventually not even the forests will be safe, this seems our best chance at finding more allies, and there are others out there who share our cause. I believe the spirit of Avalia herself has guided us together, and that she will protect us. But if it comes down to it, Ayita Ani’ Wa’ya you have my word that I will fight by your side until my last breath. I cannot promise we will be safe though, so if you wish to find another way, I will honor that.” Cade said, allowing the human to decided whether or not she wished to proceed to the city. Ayita had not been granted a choice whether or not she came to Avalia but he could at least allow her to have a hand in deciding her fate from here on. He then looked to Sakura, their new and powerful ally. “What do you think, she who faced down the dracolich?” He asked curious to hear her thoughts on the situation.




Time: Morning
Location: Roshmi City
Interactions: Torvi @Tae


Bowyn was more than comfortable hiking through the forests and hunting and forging for food. Much to his own surprise he found Torvi easier to get along with than he had first expected. She asked him no questions about his connections to the woman who had raised her sister from the dead, and he was thankful for this small kindness. He, in turn, did not attempt to pry into her personal life, knowing how little he wanted to talk about those he’d lost, so he assumed the same was true for her. He did, however, share all he knew of Avalia; its various races, villages, and which plants were safe to eat. Of course, this information was not objective, Bowyn’s explanations were often coated in his own personal biases; elves were arrogant, forest fae were frivolous creatures, orcs lacked intelligence. Demons, dragons, and dark elves were evil and dangerous, these were creatures that served Aklenroth. Doromos, although close to them, seemed too dangerous a direction to go, too close to the undead, so they continued south towards the collection of moon elf villages. He left out the option of going into winter fairy territory, not wishing to return home and the added eyes of those who once knew him seemed unwise anyhow.

On their way to the moon elf lands Torvi had been generous enough to gift Boreas one of the shiny adornments she wore in her hair. After the trying experience of their encounter with the undead it had been nice to watch the happy bird hopping around with a shiny treasure in his beak. He had helped slipped the shiny trinket over Boreas’s foot, after assuring Boreas that he would not steal his new treasure, and the bird now wore it as bracelet. Then next day Boreas gifted Torvi a squirrel he had caught as a thank you. The fact that Boreas was so taken with Torvi made it easier for him to trust her; he recognized a similar sadness in her and while he wasn’t ready to consider anyone but Boreas a friend, a comrade with a similar goal was a good start. He helped to train her in the ways of magic, advising that while tapping into intense emotions like rage or fear would yield great power, they would make the magic wild and difficult to control. It was one’s gentler emotions that would aid in the ability to control one’s magic. He wasn’t ever sure how much of his advice she listened to; she was far more headstrong than the majority of fairies he’d known. His attempts at compliments were often unintentionally snide, he was more than a bit out of practice with social interactions. Her retorts were often equally snide which Bowyn found amusing, and he was gratefully that he did not feel tension between them. Their situation was dire enough after all.

The moon elf territory had proven to be a good choice; here Bowyn attempted to teach the human how to steal. Snatching up small items to resell for coin was simple, but stealing new clothes was more of a challenge. Although Torvi’s skills in theft and stealth were lacking, in distracting merchants she was more than adept. Bowyn managed to get the things they needed, paying for the occasional item as they shopped so as not to arouse suspicion, and finally pick pocketing some tickets aboard an Amora to get as far south, and far away from the undead horde, as they could; Roshmi City. He had never ridden in an Amora before and was even a little excited about such a thing, normally it something only those with a bit of wealth go to do. He had stolen new clothes for himself as well, as a fairy dressed as a forest urchin would no doubt add suspicion on the ride there. Then, Bowyn found himself in a situation he’d never thought he’d be in, starring down from the window of an Amora at the sights of Avalia as it travelled through the sky.


It had taken a week of travel but finally they were in Roshmi, the largest southern city, and hopefully one that would provide the most protection from Aklenroth and his forces. He was completely exhausted as they walked the streets of Roshmi, a combination of difficulty adjusting to the climate of the south and lack of descent sleep, since encountering Aeryn in the woods, Bowyns nights had been plagued by nightmares. The heat of the southern sun as more than uncomfortable for Bowyn, used to the harsh winters and frosty summers of his home and he wasn’t used to seeing the sun shine so brightly. The first thing he did in Roshmi was buy a pair of shaded glasses, too distracted by the heat and brightness of this city to even try and steal them. The sun had given him a headache and the suggestion that they find somewhere to stay in the city was a welcomed one. He hoped the room would be dark and quiet.

“Welcome to Roshmi City, apparently living here is like living inside of a fire pit.” He said placing the shaded glasses over his eyes and feeling some relief from the sunshine. He watched the crowded streets, bustling with various types from all over Avalia. In such a large city it would be easier to remain anonymous. He glanced over at Torvi, curious to see what she thought of the city which must certainly be strange to her. ”Well if we’ve going to be staying in the city of sunshine and roses I am going to need a drink, or maybe a few.” Bowyn added looking around for decent tavern.

Boreas, perched upon Bowyn’s shoulder, his normal resting spot, shook his head. “Bad idea, you should keep your wits about you.“ The merlin advised.

“Boreas thinks that we should not have a drink, Torvi would you like to break the tie?” Bowyn said, now used to translating the bird for the human. He felt more than confidant that the human would vote his way, she out drank the moon elves at the last tavern they’d visited.

“Tell her it is foolish.” Boreas insisted.

“Boreas says it would be very foolish.” Bowyn added in a serious and disapproving tone. Then the fairy glanced back at the bird. “But everything we are doing is foolish, and what better place to find other foolish folks.” Bowyn suggested.
In Avalia → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


Time: Morning
Location: Woods
Interactions: Torvi @Tae


Bowyn grunted in annoyance at Torvi’s refusal to leave, having her around along with Boreas’s foolish decision to distract the undead minion pulled his attention away from Aeryn. The revenant that once was Torvi’s sister swung an axe at Boreas, and he realized the stupid bird was going to get himself killed. Although Boreas was just a merlin, and more than capable of making his own choices, he was a good and loyal companion and Bowyn did not want him to die like this. He heard Torvi shout and the ground trembled as an arm of earth sprang forward gripping the arm of the undead to stop the axe. It seemed that the elves had gotten it right after all; the human was certainly not defective. The tremble of the earth, and Torvi’s sudden display of magic had clearly caught Aeryn off guard. There was brief second, one in which time almost seemed to slow, as Aeryn regained balance from the earth tremor and her full attention rested on Torvi, in which Bowyn knew he could end this. In one swift motion he could grab the knife from his boot and throw it, and he was close enough that he would likely not miss. The thought of actively killing Aeryn though, rather than just bearing the weight of having made the choices that lead to her death, weighted down on him. Bowyn froze, unable to carry through with it, letting time catch back up with him.

As his moment passed Bowyn knew he’d failed again. He threw the ice shield at Aeryn’s hand before she could form more weapons, drawing her attention back onto him. He heard Torvi shouting that they needed to flee but he couldn’t just leave. If he stayed, he would likely die, and although he’d put his survival before just about anything else, he would always put Aeryn first. If he stayed, Torvi might stay as well, they would both die, and she had just saved Boreas. Torvi deserved better than to die for nothing. But to leave would be to leave Aeryn in this abhorrent state, even though he knew he could not kill her, he wasn’t sure he could leave her either. As his mind raced between the two terrible choices Boreas swooped down at him, talons scratching at the side of his face hitting his cheek. He stumbled backwards until his feet hit the ground, and Boreas continued to fly at him to keep him moving out of instinct alone.

“Bowyn move!” Boreas shouted with absolute authority. “Run!” For once, Bowyn did not argue with the bird. He allowed the merlin to choose for him, and he turned and ran. He ran in the direction Torvi chose, she seemed, somehow, to know there were more of the undead and so he followed as the human lead the way. The running did nothing to dull the intense swirl of emotions Bowyn tried desperately to bottle up. Eventually they had put enough distance between them and the undead that they had a second to rest. He knew he needed a moment to himself before he fully lost his mind and stated walking from Torvi, stopping for a second to hold up a finger to signal he just needed a minute. Boreas flew from Bowyn’s shoulder, where he had instinctively landed once they stopped, to Torvi’s shoulder. There he waited faithfully for his friend to return and rested his wings, staring with curiosity at the shiny things the human had adorned in her hair. The merlin did resist the urge to further investigate the glistening metal with his beak as he did not try to steal from those who had earned his respect.

It had been many years since Bowyn had felt so many things and with such intensity. The comforting numbness was completely stripped away and the grief and agony were raw open wounds again. His stomach twisted into a knot of nausea and he wretched violently, spitting bile into the ground. He felt cold tears trailing down his face and Bowyn was unable to control his emotions any longer. He wanted to curl up and die here in the forest but that would mean leaving Aeryn out there somewhere, her lifeless body serving Aklenroth. He’d gladly face a thousand deaths before he’d leave her like that. Aklenroth had no right to do these things; to force her body into doing evil for him, to taint her memory like this, to turn her into to everything she would’ve never become. He’d never liked Aklenroth, but he had always accepted that he was the king and that was the way things were. Now, Bowyn hated the lich with every part of his being, he wanted to rip the skeleton apart and shatter every bone that made him. Rage, unlike any he’d every felt, burned through him. Bowyn facing the nearest tree, unleased his rage through magic, freezing every ounce of water inside the tree and violently ripping it apart.

Bowyn felt some of the weight leave him. The thorough exhaustion of such a display of magic fueled only by rage had drained him enough to calm down. He closed his eyes and took several deep breaths of the cold air. He felt the pain and the rage dull, more akin to the constant hunger he felt as a child, but no longer all encompassing. He had not been ready to kill Aeryn, but he would get there, he would survive long enough to ensure she could rest peacefully, it was the only thing he could do for her now and he would find a way to do it. He wiped the tears, and the blood from the scratches Boreas had given him, from his face. He did not have the energy left to heal himself but they were shallow and would heal on their own, perhaps leaving him with some scars to make him look a bit more the warrior he doubted he could ever really be. With his composure regained some he returned to Boreas and Torvi.

“I, apologize for my outburst. Today has not been a good day. I guess we should keep heading south, the further we get from Daka the better.” He said his tone detached. He did not try to further explain the situation for fear that he would lose the composure he had just regained.

“Still friends foolish fairy?” Boreas said as he leapt from Torvi and glided back to Bowyn’s shoulder.

“Always, birdbrain” Bowyn said nodding at the bird as they pressed on, knowing his friends attach had been for his own good.
In Avalia → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


Time: Morning
Location:Forest near the Sun Elf Kingdom
Interactions: Ayita @13org, Sakura @baraquiel


Once they were safely away from the dragon, and had all had a brief moment to catch their breath, Cade immediately threw his arms around Ayita in a celebratory bear hug. He wasn’t sure what the human customs were about hugs, but he was too proud of his friend for figuring out her magic that he didn’t think to worry about it. There was little that was as exhilarating as having to run for your life and he was so incredibly glad that they were all alive. He released Ayita from the hug after only a few seconds but wore a large tooth grin as he looked at her with pride. She had found her magic, which was the first step towards being able to stand against the lich.

“You did it! You used your magic!” Cade said with excitement. “I’ve never seen anything on two legs move so fast! You ran on the wind, I’ve never seen anything like it. I can’t even begin to imagine what you can do once you get the hang of your powers.” Cade continued, not bothering to hide his enthusiasm. Cade turned to the stranger who had helped them escape the dragon, and being so overcome with joy at not being slaughtered by an undead dragon, gave the stranger an enormous bear hug as well.

“And you, Sakura, thank you. Our fate would’ve been much bleaker without you.” He said before releasing the stranger. “It is truly wonderful to meet you. Anyone brave enough to face a dragon to help strangers is without a doubt, exceptional company.” He added, his voice a bit calmer now, but still wearing a huge grin.



Time: Morning
Location: Woods
Interactions: Torvi @Tae


Bowyn walked with Torvi, following the bird as he led the way, until Boreas again landed on his shoulder indicating that they were near the spot where Torvi’s sister lay in rest. There was an unnerving chill in the air, Bowyn felt it, and based on the way Boreas shifted his weight on his shoulder, he knew the bird felt it as well. Something here was wrong, and it wasn’t just the body that lie ahead of them, the hair on the back of his neck stood on end and his instincts told him he should run. Torvi pointed out a figure moving in the distance and his first thought was another had found the body and intended to turn it in for the reward. Then, as they got closer, he saw the body of Torvi’s sister began to rise. Boreas chattered and squeezed his talons into Bowyn shoulder. He wondered if his feathered companion was feeling the same overwhelming sense of dread and although his body screamed for him to run, he continued forward. Something was drawing him closer and against his better judgement he listened, dropping his possessions to the ground, continuing forward until he got a better look at the mysterious figure.

Bowyn’s blood ran cold as he stared at the ghastly image before him; the figure that had raised Torvi’s sister. Although she looked nothing like how he remembered, he recognized her instantly. Her eyes were glassy and glazed over, devoid of the spark they always contained in life. Parts of her skin, had rotted away, while other patches had the blue and frozen look of one succumbing to frostbite, and other parts simply had the paleness of corpse. She wore the same clothing she had on the day she died, though now it was torn, dirty, and stained with old blood. For years he’d dreamt that he’d see her face again, but not like this and tears blurred his vision as he looked upon the long-lost woman he loved.

“Aeryn.” He whispered, his voice cracking as he spoke her name. Her head tilted to the side as she turned to look at him. As difficult as it was, he did not turn away. Bowyn blinked through his tears just to look at the woman he’d lost for a few more seconds. This was his fault; he had left her and now the lich controlled her.

“Bowyn.” She answered back startling him. Her voice was unrecognizable, coarse and raspy from lack of use. A grim realization hit him as he saw a faint glimmer of the real Aeryn in her dead eyes. He felt something inside him break as he understood the full extent of Aeryn’s fate. Trapped in a corpse, forced to serve the lich, and having to watch, an unwilling participant, in every awful thing her corpse was forced to do.

“We must leave, Bowyn, now.” Boreas pleaded, digging his talons deeper into Bowyn’s shoulder hoping to snap him out of his daze. “She is gone.”

“No,” He whispered shaking his head. “I can’t leave her again.” He said taking a shaky step towards the undead fairy. “Part of her is still in there.” The foolish part of him clung to desperate idea that somehow this meant she could be brought back. The elves and fairy’s all had such great magic that maybe there was a way, if part of her was still in there, didn’t he owe it to her to try? He was distracted enough that he had missed the subtle movements of her hands as she drew moisture from the air and formed it into knives made of ice.

“Get out of here.” The voice that was barely Aeryn’s warned just before she threw an ice knife at him. He threw himself to the ground just in time to miss the knife and then his wings flapped hard pulling him off the ground and kept him hovering above the ground. He quickly used his magic to bind the moisture in the air into a small shield of ice he held in his left hand. He positioned himself between Aeryn and Torvi, blocking the throw of the second knife with his shield. Boreas, who had flown from Bowyn as the fairy threw himself to the ground, swooped at the reanimated corpse of Torvi’s sister keeping her distracted for a bit, knowing that his friend would focus on nothing but Aeryn now.

“Aeryn, please, don’t do this.” Bowyn shouted desperately. But this was not the Aeryn he knew, but rather a twisted and corrupted version of her. In his mind it was clear now what he needed to do; he would have to kill Aeryn to end her suffering, but his stomach churned at the thought of it and he knew his heart was not ready for such a task.

“Torvi, run, get out of here!” He cried out, half demanding and half pleading. He didn’t want what was left of Aeryn's spirit to watch as she killed another person, nor did he want it to be Torvi who would kill Aeryn. Bowyn felt that he had to be the one to put Aeryn to rest; this was his failure to correct, he was the one who had left her to this fate, and most importantly, he wanted the last face she saw to be that of someone who loved her. This was one fight he knew he could not run from.
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