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In Defiance 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


Boris


Deep beneath the canopy of Sylsashia, many miles east of Nadska.




It happened again. Boris had woken in a strange place, just like he had done almost every day for the last few weeks. He was feeling lost, standing in the dim light among the thicket and towering trunks of a forest.

Despite his jilted feelings, this place was a whole lot better than the cold snow fields he had woken in the previous day. He had to admire the august setting, the sweet smell of flora, the slivered rays of misty light that reached down from cracks in the night-like canopy, and the cute little, pink striped lizard staring back at him from atop a nearby log. The lizard wasn’t the only creature captured by Boris’s presence though, for as he turned to survey his surroundings a little more, he caught sight of something even more amazing. It was a man - or maybe not a man - all covered in hair and crouched on a branch some twenty feet above.

Boris took a few steps back, staring agape at the creature who seemed just as stupefied by Boris as Boris was by it. It was strikingly similar to a cat in the way that it crouched in a skulking manner, so too its brass-and-coal striped fur, its snub-cob nose and bristled whiskers, its bloodless lips, its small radar ears and gleaming, jade-green eyes. In fact, everything about it seemed a lot like a cat, only much bigger and more human than Boris had seen, ever.

Boris was chuffed as he quickly came to marvel at the creature. “Wow,” He said, taking a few steps forward again; “Boris hasn’t seen anything like you before, Mr. Cat! You sure do look like a cat, no doubt about that at all!”

Reacting with sudden defensive hostility, the creature arched its back and hissed in a definite feminine tone - “Human – Leave!” With a whisk of her tail she moved with fluid, sinuous movement to the base of the branch, where she bared her broken-glass teeth while announcing a second, menacing hiss.

In wide-eyed wonder, mixed with that of regret, Boris slowly shook his head several times before finding the words to reply. He didn’t expect the creature to actually talk back.

“Boris sure is sorry for saying you’re a Mister, Mrs. Cat. Gosh... didn’t know you could understand. Boris sure is a dummy….” His mood suddenly swings to one of disappointment, hanging his head in shame. “…Didn’t mean to hurt your feelings… not even a tiny bit. Just never seen a cat person before, that’s all….”

The cat crouched lower, paw-like hands almost touching the bark between her feet while angling her head, watching Boris with inquisitive intensity. Then, with balletic grace, she dropped from the branch and landed with phantom-silence a small distance away.

Myti.” Her voice was now subdued, like a predator coaxing its prey.

“Me…” Boris lifted his eyes with a spark of promise. “Me… meet you?”

She rounded back a little, twisting her face with bizarre uncertainty. “No….” She tried again to clarify. “I am Myti.”

“Oh – boy!” Boris’s face lit up as his barrel chest puffed with admission. “Hello Mrs. Myti! Boris sure is happy to meet you – that’s for sure!”

“No!” She spat, and shook her head at a frenzied speed, as though shaking off an annoyance. “Name’s not Myti. Not my name!”

“Well, okay then, Mrs. Cat!” He shrugged with a little boy smile. “Whatever you think is best. Boris doesn’t mind.”

The creature sighed and craned her head low in sombre disappointment. “Just call me Flaxiah…” She pulled her mouth to one side in a conciliated sneer. “Are all humans as stupid as you?”

“Oh-no!” He informed her as a matter of fact. “Boris was much more smarter, that’s for sure, but now he’s not on account of his father. Uhhh….” He turned his eyes thoughtfully, then looked back at the Myti. “Don’t know who he is really, but he hit Boris too many times and it sure did hurt a lot….” His mood quickly shifted again, giving Flaxiah a pouting doe look.

Flaxiah’s eyes narrow with a possible hint of sympathy while her crouching poise straightened slightly to a brooding wilt. “Human, you don’t belong here.” She said with a swift flick of her tail. “You need to leave.”

“Alright then, Mrs. Flaxiah.” Boris smiled obligingly, and glanced conspicuously at the place that he’d woken a few minutes beforehand, where his large body had left a deep imprint in the moist foliage. “Doh…, Mrs. Flaxiah?” He bit his lip embarrassed to admit; “Can you tell Boris where he is? This sure isn’t where he went to sleep last night.”

“You are in Sylsashia. It is a forest. My home.” She explained, and nestled in a seated position before pointing Boris in the direction to go. “The safest and quickest way out.”

Boris had never heard the name Sylsashia before, though that wasn’t so unusual of late. He hadn’t recognized a place he’d been in weeks. In any case, he really didn’t have anything more to say. He just gave a firm nod, appreciating the help and glad to have met a cat person, then turned to walk away.

Human.” Flaxiah called after him softly, squinting one eye and baring one pointed tooth.

Boris stopped and turned expectantly.

“Be careful out there… Boris.” She expressed a hint of a laudable grin.

“You can count on that, Mrs. Flaxiah,” He replied, “thank you very much for being nice.” And with that, Boris broadened his smiled and went on his way with a spring in his step.


In Defiance 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay




Casual Prophesies




She knew it was Ren approaching, as she was already familiar with the sound of the way he moved and walked, like a fingerprint of its own. Like all people, he was unique and, like most people, he could be identified by listening alone. When the superfluous snap of Ren’s fingers pierced the dark, silent gloom of the forest, she was already slowing her step to crush a twig underfoot. The following snap of its similar resonance confirmed the pre-established acknowledgement of his presence. That was her response, while she continued to keep her focus ahead. The chimes were drawing near.

– But then fate would inevitably have her stop when Ren conveyed his impetuous need for knowledge. She wasn’t used to this, as keeping to one’s self usually prevented people from badgering her with unnecessary questions. But for Ren, she supposed, the circumstances that held him captive were not a banal affair. Devlin therefore understood his surge of curiosity, but at the same time she never felt the need for conversation. Most situations spoke for themselves by way of basic observation. Verbal communication was seen as rudimentary, redundant, and often even annoying. But there was always an exception to every law, be it a law to one’s self, or one set for the ignorant masses to establish order by. Such was the case with Ren, as well as the group back at the gate, for which she forsook her own distaste for verbal communication. But Ren was different to the others. He never failed to stir her heart in a way that conflicted with her primary goal, and yet, once again, she couldn’t hold it against him.

While the beautiful soul staring out from beyond the heavy load of Ren’s eyes countered her usual contempt, Devlin’s pinky tightened around his own. She knew he wanted to feel more of what he had felt before, as she was willing to feel more of the same from him – but her current, less than provoked emotional state, had nothing more to share; the sword in her hand was no more than a sword at the moment. Yet, despite her willingness to disclose the truth to Ren, now wasn’t the time, and neither were words sufficient to explain what needed to be heard. Had she possessed the power of her master, Mada, she would have been able to reach into his mind and share the sum of her thoughts in an instant. Alas, she could not. Such was beyond her capability. Therefore, she could but delay the inevitable. In time he would understand. There were, however, a few things she found herself inclined to share with him in that moment.

“Now is not the time, Ren…” Her voice was soft, barely audible, not wanting to alert any nearby entities of their interaction. “I know what you are. You are the loyal pup that, despite the cruelty of his master, will love him no less… sooth him in his hour of sorrow. Behold… the question why.” She paused her cryptic speech, her stony face now seemingly transfixed in a surreal moment. “Words are never enough, and seasons ignore our preference, but in time, Ren… I will share with you my life. For now, let it be known, you are the purest of human souls I have met…. Which is why I will bear your child.”

The obvious implication behind her words were no doubt defied by her apparent lack of feeling, as though she had simply just made up her mind on the matter as a point of fact, and nothing more. She then went to turn away and pursue her previous endeavor, only to be stopped by a moment of hesitation. Placing her index finger against Ren’s lips as a symbol to her intent, she gave a slight, warding turn of her head, and added:

“No more. Keep close. I feel something nearby.”

Removing her finger from his lips, Devlin recommenced her slowed trek in direction of the wind chimes.


In Defiance 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay




A Familiar Notion




Devlin seemed to be on her own, at least to start, but maybe Ren and the others would follow in time. The woods were much alike many of the woods she had been in, including certain areas of the Despiun forest back when she was a child. Dark... quiet... none of that disturbed her or made her scared. The wind chimes, on the other hand, were at least a curious aspect.

She stopped for a moment, angling her head to get a better fix on where exactly the sound of the chimes was coming from, but as she listened closely at the sound, a feeling of… an ominous presence turned her gut.

It was natural for Devlin to feel the presence of powerful or hostile beings nearby. It was never an exacting intuiting on any account, but it never failed to alert her of such presences within a general area. This particular notion was of a familiar feeling somehow, she just couldn't discern where or what she knew it from. It was possible the sensation of other dominant beings she'd encountered in her past simply held a similar vibe about them to this one. Powerful? Magical? Dangerous? Maybe a mix of the few…. She couldn’t really tell which of those either, but it did, for now - whatever it was - seem to be deriving from the general direction of the wind chimes.

Devlin drew her sword, more as a matter of caution than anything else, before walking in direction of the pretty, tinkling sound. She’d been fooled by her senses on more than one occasion.

After a few more steps she slowed her walk a little, thinking she heard something behind her, but then passed it off as the possibility that one of the others were on her tail and catching up. But she needed not worry about them as any threat.

Increasing her pace yet again to a comfortable walk, she continues on her way….

In Defiance 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

In Defiance 6 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 6 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 6 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 6 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 6 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 6 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.


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