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In Defiance 8 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

In Defiance 8 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@Everyone




One Small Hunter




Devlin hadn’t noticed Ren had fallen by the way. She continued her laden walk, each new step felt like her feet were being pulled through sand. The sword in her hand, though made of light ancient steel, seemed now to be constructed of iron; its point dragging and carving a trail in the cobblestone behind her. All the while she was swallowing repeatedly, suppressing the urge to vomit, while straining to keep her eyes open on the slow swelling of Nadska’s threshold ahead.

Just a few meters from the gate, Devlin’s journey drew to a stop, she sheathed her sword, body at sway as if she were about to teeter over at any moment. Yet, beneath her enervated exhibit, her mind was defiantly focused on the assorted gathering of survivors; some she’d never seen before, others were familiar - if only in passing - but all of them were strangers. A diverse range of entities and walks of life united in a common interest… thrown together by the same accursed fate as her own.

Quietly she listened at the tailing conversation pertaining to a map. She saw expressions of fear, the conveying of resolve, the naïve concept of adventure in the face of possible dire adversity, and she saw each one of these people as cows to the slaughter before Ren stole her attention. The pallid musician stepped out in front of her, his heavy eyes reflecting those of a lost and frightened child while voicing his silent concerns for the topic of strangers.

In a way it’s funny what stimulates a person. When she saw Ren in this instance, his copse-like portrait seemed to act like a stimulant, and her physically wretched condition was seized by the bracing sense of compassion.

“Don’t.” She said, her voice rasped and mild, while delicately running her finger down the back of his hand. “There’s no safe place…. Stay with me and I’ll keep you alive. Even if it kills me.”

Devlin then moved toward the archer and, without requesting permission, nor introducing herself - or even so much as giving him the slightest look of regard - she took the map from his hands and proceeded to look it over. She studied it for a moment, memorizing the outlay, then handed it back to him as coldly as she had taken it. Again, she turned to Ren with a slight, though direct motion of her head for him to follow - but making eye contact with no one else, she made her way through the group and walked out on the road before turning back to face them all. Raising her voice, though keeping her head lowered, face hidden in the shadow of her hood, she called out loud enough for everyone to hear, saying:

“I am the Daughter of Despiun, the sole survivor of the massacre at Despiun. No doubt you’ve heard the story before. It’s no secret what happened there…. I’m a monster hunter. That’s what I do. But I’m not here to hunt the multitude of abominations. I’m here for only one – the source of them all! …I also have reason to believe that the source is close at hand.”

She paused to draw back her hood and reveal her face, and yet she kept her eyes to the ground in a humbled manner that seemed to conflict with the temper of her voice, and continued;

“I don’t care who you are! I don’t care where you’re from! But the fact that you’re still alive right now tells me enough about destiny. If you want to help put an end to the affliction that plagues our land, then you are free to join me. I’m now heading to the coordinated on the map….” She raised her eyes, making brief contact with each person there, and finished; “If any of you instead wish to cower and run, then we part ways now. Stay her and die alone.”

Sliding the hood back over her head with both hands, Devlin turned and started on her way, heading in direction of the coordinates on the map.

In Defiance 8 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


Interaction:@Seraphin




Adverse Effects




It’s strange, the things that are noticed while on the verge of death. The taste of honey from Ren’s earlier meal was still present on his lips as he let the kiss linger. Devlin's thoughts on such an insignificant detail had her almost unaware of the other changes to her body until Ren pulled away, at which point she felt the open gash in her side begin to tingle. The pain was subsiding. A cooling flush swam her cheeks. Her vision took focus on the scarred face of her friend.

It was true, after all, Ren had the same gift as Mada… or be it something of the sort. While the young musician proceeded to remove a cut of flesh from his arm and roll it into something that resembled a jelly pastry from hell, she recalled the day Mada had healed her broken leg. She had fallen from a ledge while practicing balance in combat, when she lost her footing and fell thirty feet to the forest floor below. Of course, Mada’s gift of healing didn’t involve removing bits of his body for consumption, he simply ran his hand over the damaged area a few times, a soft green glow emitting from his fingertips, and the fracture was healed within minutes.

Regardless of the surrounding swarm of undead, her still weakened – yet somehow now elated – condition, and deaths door at her side, Devlin had the impulse to laugh at Ren holding the human flesh to her mouth. But there was no time to waste. She had, in her blind state, held off the onslaught of undead for the moment, but they would soon be returning in full force.

She accepted Ren’s offering like a chick snatching the worm from its mother’s neb. Odd, it tasted a great deal like raw pork she once ate while in a desperately famished state, and had there been any gag reflex at all, it was quickly beclouded by the incredible resurgence of cells. She felt pleasure. An intense euphoria exploded through her system, bringing with it a sense of reward that was thought to only come from great accomplishment. She felt powerful. She felt good, very good. Everything was wonderful, including the tickling sensation of the gash in her side, now well on the road to recovery.

Besieged by euphoric empowerment - still chewing the cut of Ren’s arm - she took Mada’s sword in hand. The weapon instantly shown with a crimson glow as it collaborated with the workings of Ren’s cells, amplify their effects and lifting Devlin to a state of bliss. Her pupils dilated, her nostrils flared, she screamed out in ecstasy while raising the sword above her head. An umbrella of lightning exploded from the tip of the blade and disintegrated every foe in a thirty foot radius with a mighty crack of thunder.

Devlin was suddenly desperate to share her condition with Ren. She grabbed him by the neck with her other hand and planted her mouth on his. Her tongue thrust and danced in his mouth as she shared what remained of his own masticated flesh, while the effects of Mada’s sword allowed Devlin's empowered euphoria to transfer to Ren’s own body. She could feel his power surging, growing, uniting, becoming one with her own – she wanted him inside her. So utterly consumed by her drunken, ravenous condition, she couldn’t help but savagely bite Ren’s lip before tearing her kiss away. His blood was sweet. Her dilated eyes were beaming with purple radiance. Her face was distorted with a grin that was borderline evil. Her sword was shining like crimson fire.

“COME!” She yelled, though her voice was unlike her own. It was bone-chillingly grated like two corrugated steels being smashed together. Violet sparks rained from her mouth in a fountain of fireworks.

Now she was running. They were headed west. She had taken Ren by the hand; the continuation of contact allowing enough transferal of her power for Ren to keep up with her accelerating pace. They were moving like the wind with an electric shield erect in front of them, casting aside any enemies that stood in their path, and the enchanting glow of Mada’s sword left a crimson stream in their wake. Eventually, the horde thinned to a minority of monsters when the west gate finally came into viewing range, such being the same time the Euphoric High took its toll on Devlin.

The balance of life.

The last few minutes didn’t even seem real, it was like stepping out of a dream. Her hand slipped from Ren’s as she slowed to a walk, suddenly heaving to catch her breath and overcome with lethargic nausea. She cast her eyes down and saw the sword had lost its crimson radiance, before turning her now sickly look to Ren to make sure he was okay.

In the distance, while Devlin forced each step in front of the other and thrust her sword at any monster that came her way, she could see several people had gathered in wait at the west gate.


In Defiance 8 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


The Mad, the Blind, and the Mute




Amid her rage, Devlin had misjudged this Hechin’s state of mind. He cast his glare upon her like somebody spotting a cockroach in their meal. Then, in what was clearly an instinctual response, the golem alerted her of a wound when the fingers of his massive hand wrapped about her torso. She’d been injured in battle. The blood spilled over Foeldar’s fingers from the gash below her ribs. The pain was like that of cold knives stabbing at her innards and causing the static shield of electricity surrounding them to flicker and fail. Withal, the grip Foeldar had on her loosened as he, strangely enough, uttered words about a flower. A lily, in fact? He was obviously lost in a world of delusion.

“I’m not going to watch you die!” She shrieked through the pain in an attempt to reach in at his sanity, yet her words seemed to fall on deaf ears. The beast replied once more in a maddening, thunderous raving about the lily before taking several bewildered steps back and proceeded to refasten his grip. Devlin gnashed her teeth in agony as yet more blood squeezed from her wound, spilling over his hand while now her own grip on him loosened. Her nails scraped at his vines, her fingers grasping in an attempt to hold on, but her feeble efforts were of no use at all. Her strength had been spent. Her vision blurred. The beast plucked her effortlessly from his body and discarded her like an insect.

Propelled by great force through the air, the world seemed to spin in a slowing of time while her mind was set adrift to random scenes from her past. Fleeting images of her childhood hechin friend, the town of Despiun, the mangled corpse of her mother, the dead gaze of her father, the emerald orbs of Mada, the army of undead soldiers, and then lastly the scarred face of Ren eclipsed her thoughts before her body crashed down at its destination.

Her limbs flailed limp as her petite frame contorted in an undignified tumble across the ground, eventually coming to rest with face pressed against the cold cobblestone street of Nadska. She laid still for a moment before a shaking of the ground and the crumbling of church walls caused her eyes to spring open. The young warrior raised to her feet in an instant, swaying for a time, vision blurred, then turned to start her journey away from the clamor of destruction.

She was dazed, staggering blindly with no weapon in hand through the crowd of undead, and although she was unaware of it happening, forks of electricity speared out from her person like bolts of frenzied lightning from a storm and striking down anything that dare to draw near. Soon, however, her skewing path became that of bumbling steps as the lightning from her body desisted in the dying of a storm. With arms outstretched, she grasped at the amorphous shapes that surrounded her like a blind man seeking support from a crowd of strangers.

“…Ren….” The name exhaled from her paling lips, while in the same moment she felt a sharp, biting sting to her shoulder – it was an arrow shot from one of the horde – while at last her grasping hands touched down on the garment of a closing darkness in front of her. With all the strength she had left, she gripped to the fabric and pulled herself in, resting her weight on the warmth of their body and, be it just long enough to lay eyes upon the scarred features of her friend, her vision cleared.

“Help me….” The words slipped from her mouth as the cooling pulp of her lips fell against his.


In Defiance 8 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay





The Gift




The pleas of Ren and Devlin were heard. The group were now making tracks West. Jack’s ferocious style of fighting was admirable. Gabriel’s appeared to have less barbarity in battle, but he was making do just fine.

Devlin, she took the rear of the group, battling any of the horde that attempted to attack from behind, but as she battled, Ren was the only thing on her mind. She hadn’t realized before that the young musician was capable of enduring such physical affliction. He apparently had some variety of healing capabilities, and it did make sense when she though back to the momentary exhilaration she felt while making contact with him earlier in his quarters at the church. He had secrets she wanted to know.

Her thoughts of Ren were however soon intercepted by a the old familiar roar of the Hechin beast. In an instant, she had turned in direction of the forest golem, and with a sudden sinking of her heart she saw him - He was struggling in his battle and currently overwhelmed by a deluge of attacks from undead archers.

“Nooo!”

Had her chest been a cannon she would have shot her heart upon the cluster of foes that threatened the hechin’s life. Her face distorted with passionate rage as she unleashed a frenzy of power attacks with her broadsword. As though the blade itself had become an extension of her affection for the hechin, it radiated with crimson light, while at the same time she was charged with a new energy. Within seconds she was drunk upon the power that Mada had gifted her, moving faster and stronger than she ever had before. Shattered fragments of bone, skull and weapons of her enemy expelled from her path like dust from an angry maidens broom.

Soon she arrived, flanking the group of undead archers with a blitz of blurred motion that dispelled their members in a haze of fragmented bone and decayed skin. While their remains clouded the air, she sheathed her sword and sprinted then leaped at the Hechin - an explosion of electricity at the balls of her feet giving her the extra boost needed to arrive at his chest. She cleaved to golems magnificent torso, gripping to the vined contours of his structure and lifted her eyes to his.

“Hechin – GO!”

While Devlin shouted these words a violet glow of energy dispelled from her being and enveloped not only her, but Foeldar as well. They were cocooned together in a translucent shield of electricity.

“Run! Take us to safety!” She shouted again as parks spat from her mouth. “I can’t hold this for long!”

In Defiance 8 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@EldarionI

For now, I’m simply going to overlook the various amount of orthographical negligence and various other questionable elements of your character sheet, and focus on one particular point I find most curios…

What the GM – and also we as the players - have established in this RP, is a fantastic word of diverse sentient lifeforms. We have Elves, living wooden constructs, forest golems, orcs, a cat-like race, hybrids, and other races I fail to recall the name of at this time. Therefore, I don’t see why guards (of no specified race or creed of their own) would find sufficient interest in a Dwarf/Elf hybrid to justify abducted this individual for experimental purposes (Keeping in mind, aside from the obvious gainless and inutile side of it, that guards are unlikely to be affiliated with the types of people to run such experiments). To me, it would be alike our own real world police abducting a man with both Chinese and African-American parents for the sake of scientific research. My example may be a little on the inimitable side, but I think it will suffice in the portrayal of my intended point.

I’m supposing you have reasons that you haven’t yet elaborated on, so perhaps you could please explain the reasoning behind your characters current circumstance and surreptitious background?
In Defiance 8 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay




Diminishing Returns




There was only so much Devlin could do in covering Ren in his attempt to usher the children from the church. A rain of electric-charged arrows did well in to begin with, but soon the ever increasing horde of monsters became overbearing. She became distracted, soon resorting to her sword to keep off a front of undead that chose to concentrate their efforts on her. By the time she had laid them to rest, Ren could be seen on his own, sheltered momentarily between two houses across the street and gesturing at her.

The children were gone, hopefully in the way of safety.

In the brief moment of peace - standing before the front line of undead that encompassed the church - she gave Ren a nod to let him know she understood, but her attention was diverted yet again, this time by the Forest Golem that was walking in her general direction. Devlin regarded the Golem with a twisted grin of both cunning and admiration. It had been years since she’d laid eyes on a beautiful creature like that, and she knew what he was capable of.

“Hechin!” She yelled out at Foeldar. She pointed toward Jack and Gabriel battling the giant boar, and then shifter her finger to point at Ren as he made a break from the houses towards those two men. In this way she was indicating the only people left in the area who were in need of assistance. The civilians in the area had already fled or perished. “We need to head west to safety. Help us!”

Oddly enough, and inadvertently so, she smiled commendably at the Golem before turning away and rushing to Ren’s aid once more.

The musician was busy trying to relay a message to Gabriel who was fighting beside Jack, in what would mostly likely be a fruitless effort in bringing down the giant boar. Before Gabriel could reply one way or another to Ren, Devlin had arrived within earshot of the three, and proceeded to repeat the words Ren was attempting to relay with sign language, yelling loud enough for both Jack and Gabriel to hear:

“The children are out of the church and on their way to safety! No glory can be wrought from defending a hollow temple. We all need to leave!”

Despite the truth behind the words, Devlin was torn inside. Yes, there was no point in battling a battle that couldn’t be won, at least not today, and she honestly had no desire to try and take down an army from hell. After all, they were merely just puppets in her eyes. Nevertheless, she still had the nagging feeling that the source of the monsters was at hand - somewhere in the town of Nadska - and she wanted so desperately to hunt it down. Unfortunately, there would be no time to seek out her nemesis now. She would have to wait or, perhaps, return once the others were at a safe distance from the hordes.


In Defiance 8 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay






Play Time





Ren’s caress of her food filled cheek didn’t help the battle of infatuation she was feeling for the man. A tingled sensation rushed her body while she tried desperately to keep a calm façade. She was outwardly unaffected by his touch. The task of restraint, however, was quickly surmounted by the empathy she felt at the sight of his tears. Apparent by his weeping, Ren had not only overheard the discussion of Queno’s death, but was deeply hurt by the news as well. At least he wasn’t angry. Still, by the quizzical solemnity of his eyes, it was possible he hadn’t quite fingered Devlin as the culprit - and although she felt the urge to console the musician by clarifying just how much of a despicable human Queno actually was - the sounding alarm of the church bell and invading army of undead soon stole her attention.

She forced herself with great effort to let Ren finish his ensuing and desperate plea to save the children from the church, before she then responding with the suppressed need to retrieve the bow from her back.

Nodding with a note of impatience, Devlin answered ‘yes-yes-yes’ as she nocked a bodkin point arrow and turned to make haste for the church. She sprinted at breakneck speed, each step propelled with a burst of electricity at the balls of her feet. With a quick draw, release, reload, then another release, she broke the lumbar curve of two undead attempting the block her path, and while the two skeletons had not yet finished crumbling to the ground, she leaped over them and cleared the rickety stone fence of the courtyard too. She didn’t even stop to consider that maybe Ren hadn't the means to keep up with her pace until, while cutting across the courtyard, the very last leaf fell almost gracefully from the tree and dashed against her shoulder in passing. The knock against her shoulder was light, but still just enough to make her stop; sliding to a halt as she turned to check if her friend was behind her.

She took this opportunity to returned the bow to her back and draw Mada's gift to her - the antiquated broadsword - from her back instead. A more practical weapon to use inside the church they were about to enter. When Ren had caught up, Devlin was off again, though at a slightly lessened pace, bursting through the doors of the church and down the corridor to the hall where she found numerous children huddled in panic.

The sound of chaos was clearly heard all about in the streets outside, but as of yet none of the undead had entered the church. Nevertheless, they would soon be breaking down the doors - that, and the repetitious tremors of the church foundation made it more than clear that something even bigger was headed quickly in their direction.

“Follow Ren!” She ordered the kids as sparks spat from her mouth, and then turned her attention to Ren as he entered the hall; “Find them a place to hide, or lead them back out the way we came in - And run! Head west if you're leaving the church! Away from the horde – I’ll cover you!”
In Defiance 8 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay




Disturbing




Devlin’s aversion to social interaction wasn’t so much a callous or deliberate decision, more a conditioning of her inherent wounds and dearth experience in social matters. No point in the maimed partaking in a footrace with the enabled. Nevertheless, her social infirmity did little to serve as a barrier to the feelings of desolation. She did, though rarely self-evident, have a full range of human emotions, which could be the reason why she let her guard down with Ren. In a way his disabilities were commensurate to her own and provided a sense of affiliation. It was, in this regard, a convenient opportunity to find union with another.

While she quietly followed Ren’s tour, her mind was at play with many prospects this unprecedented relationship could facilitate. Companionship, intimacy, even intercourse were all things she had previously waived as possibilities. The idea that these things were now even conceivable provided her a whole new spectrum of intriguing thoughts to set her attention on; a sundry diversion from her primary directive in life…. At least for a while.

When Ren drew back his habit and ran his fingers though his long, matted hair, she was reminded of the fleeting arousal she felt back in his room at the church. There it was again, and somehow, for reasons aloof, the rugged mat of his hair and the scars on his hands and face seemed to accentuate the feeling. This sensual sensation, however, had Devlin more confused than anything else.

Stop that!

She almost spat out the words, and the notion of her rebuke would have gone unnoticed beneath her calm exterior had it not been for a slight, widening glare, conflicted by an unconscious moistening of her lips, and the faint pink hue that blushed her cheeks.

Her lack of control over these feelings was disturbing to say the least. She couldn’t even look Ren in the eye while he went on to convey his sentiments, but she did spit out a small and unexpected laugh at the humor behind his silent words. Unfortunately, this laugh may have been seen as more of a snooty derision as she turned away abruptly, yanked the hood over her head, and marched over to the nearest merchant.

“Bread, butter and honey!” She practically growled the words at the full-figured lady behind the stand. Realizing her uncalled for delivery, Devlin took a moment to breathe and compose herself, then repeated the order in a more congenial manner.

“I’m sorry, my dear,” The lady replied kindly, apparently taking no offence to Devlin’s ornery attitude as she waved one hand over her product. “This is a fruit stand.”

Realizing her flustered condition had compromised her basic ability to pay attention to the obvious, Devlin grit her teeth as she pivoted, found a merchant selling a variety of goods better suiting her needs, and then marched over to that stand instead. The owner of this stand was a slender, tall man with dark sunken eyes and lips that seemed far too full for his face.

“Two slices of bread, buttered with honey.” She said, producing a small Sapphire from her pocket and offering it to him.

The man accepted the stone, turning it with peculiar interest in the palm of his hand before lifting a lamented look to her. “I have no chan –“

“I want no change.” She interrupted, and directed her eyes at the requested items. “I only want what I asked for. Servings for two people…. Please.”

Again, the man’s eyes fell to the gem in his hand, scrutinizing it for a minute before shrugging with a brightening smile and proceeded to prepare her order. While he did so, a small group of merchants within earshot of both Devlin and Ren – previously discussing the matter of the stolen gold – were now engaged in a different discussion; speaking despairingly about a terrible crime that may have taken place in one of the taverns during the night. Apparently, if only upheld by the rumor alone, a guard and a barman by the name of Queno had been gruesomely murdered by a yet unidentified assailant.

It was probably inevitable that Ren would find out about Queno’s death eventually, but Devlin had hoped to avoid the issue as long as possible. Despite Queno’s less than sympathetic interaction with Ren, the young musician had somehow still regarded the stout little man with an obvious amount of esteem, and it was therefore doubtful that news of his death would be taken lightly. It was even possible that discovering what had happened to Queno would subsequently cause a rift between herself and Ren. This new and unexpected friendship she had stumbled upon… could have very well been murdered before it ever really got started.

Still, considering the slight possibility that perhaps Ren wasn’t overhearing the conversation taking place nearby, Devlin took her order from the merchant and turned from the food stand to face her friend. Looking out from the hood with her usual impassive persona and fresh honeyed bread presented neatly in both open hands, she offered him a slice.

“Hungry?”

In Defiance 8 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay




A Golem’s Bluff




The hardened gaze of her friend’s smile was met by a very different reaction. While Ren went on to ask further questions about resting, one specific thunderous cry that dominated the discord of wind-carried roars caused Devlin to shutter violently. The already paled tints of her complexion faded to white, her eyes tightened as if in view a ghost, and her chest expanded sharply as images of her childhood friends, her parents, family, and the former glory of her home town of Despiun flashed across the screen of her mind. She remembered –


…There’d been rumors of a strange creature haunting the local woods of Despiun. The villagers referred to this creature as a Hechin (The Despiun name for Forest Golem), and was said to have been akin to a guardian of the forest; exacting punishment on anyone who sought to damage the natural balance of life in the woods. Yet, the folks of Despiun considered themselves safe from the virtues of such a creature, for they did live in harmony with nature. While there were those in the village who considered the Hechin to be little more than fable, others claimed to have actually laid eyes upon the beast. Of course, for the younger generation of Despiun, such tales provoked their fascination and conjured the need for forbidden adventure beyond the realm of safety.

Devlin must have been no older than eight when she, in the company of two older children and against permission of the village elders, embarked on an adventure to the deeper areas of the woods where the Hechin was said to reside.

The day had been long and they had almost given up their search for the Hechin when Devlin herself, while straggling behind on their trek, stopped to observe the outgrowth of a tree moving in a less than treelike manner. It was then, when the other two children turned back to see why Devlin had ceased to follow, that they all became aware of Golem’s ominous presence. Stepping out from the sanctuary of its covert position, it displayed no hostility towards the children. It simply brewed dauntingly at a small distance watching with scrutinizing curiosity until one of the older children – the son of a local blacksmith – snapped a branch from the flowering tree beside him. It had been the boys intention to offer the Golem a gift, and somehow felt like a flowering branch was befitting of the cause – but the Golem didn’t see eye to eye on the matter. No appreciation at all.

In a sudden eruption of rage, The Golem released a procession of mighty roars and charged ferociously at the young trio. Naturally, the other two children screamed in mortal terror as they fled back to the village, but Devlin did not. She stood her ground. She was fearless. Solidified in what could only be described as intense admiration, she watched until the Golem came to an abrupt halt within inches of her position. It loomed over her like a tower of strength. Its warding roars fell silent.

Looking up into the eyes of the glaring beast, the little girls face scrunched into a precious smile as she extended one tiny hand to touch it….


Devlin wasn’t aware it was happening; her stony expression was compromised. While conforming to the joyous smile of that little child she used to be, her fingers extended to touch the hand of Ren while her lips parted to release the smooth, rasped quality of her voice;

“Don’t let the Hechin scare you….” She consoled the musician, as the smile then ran from her face. “Sounds like someone disrespected the forest.”

While the distant roars faded with the winds for the moment, she regarded the dawning sky, then looked down at the street below where the Lamplighter was already starting his morning rounds. Returning her focus to Ren, she said;

“It’s later than I thought. No point in resting now. We’ll eat then start our journey. What time do the market food stalls open?”

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