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Also, I guess I should put in some backstory on the scars.
On the left side is the symbol of family. On the right, the symbol of clan. (I guess you could liken it to country?)
Over the heart go the scars for someone that you were not born to, but someone that you choose to be near.
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Jin's body felt horrible. Her joints were sore, her muscles ached, her body burned. She was awake enough to feel very uncomfortable, even when the cavern's low temperature hit her skin.
Even so, when Korlash hugged her close, she found herself pressing against him, soothed by the gesture. He'd never done such a thing before, at least not in a big way. It almost hurt, but it was like the hugs back home. Tight enough to make your bones creak, but full of love all the same. The pain in his voice was palpable... but she could tell he still didn't understand. When he let her go, she lay back carefully. Licking her lips, she started speaking slowly and haltingly.
"You... do not understand. I fight because you fight. I fight when you fight. I fight who you fight. You say I will get hurt, but... you are more often hurt than I." She reached out for him, touching her too-hot fingers to his bare chest. Her touch went from old scars to fresh scabs, marking each. "You are... too fast to draw the sword. To think you should fight alone." Her eyes narrowed, and she tried to wet her lips before speaking again. "You are stupid." Her voice was tired, her anger was weak. "You are very stupid. Do you not... understand who you are to me?" Her arm slid from his chest, to her own body. She touched the scar on her left side, the one that represented her family. "At first you were here." She lifted her hand, which was starting to shake, and lay it on her chest, just over her heart. "I was wrong. You are here."
She did not know if he would understand, and she couldn't find all the words to explain it. "I fight because... I would like to... battle with you, share pain with you, even die with you... rather than sit and be safe and be alone. Be without you, living." Tears started to leak from her eyes, and she flinched in pain. "'B'ak daer... ... I..." She felt the darkness coming back, the heat was starting to increase. "I..." Her head lolled to the side as she drifted back into unconsciousness. On her chest, the black veins were slowly making their way across.
Even so, when Korlash hugged her close, she found herself pressing against him, soothed by the gesture. He'd never done such a thing before, at least not in a big way. It almost hurt, but it was like the hugs back home. Tight enough to make your bones creak, but full of love all the same. The pain in his voice was palpable... but she could tell he still didn't understand. When he let her go, she lay back carefully. Licking her lips, she started speaking slowly and haltingly.
"You... do not understand. I fight because you fight. I fight when you fight. I fight who you fight. You say I will get hurt, but... you are more often hurt than I." She reached out for him, touching her too-hot fingers to his bare chest. Her touch went from old scars to fresh scabs, marking each. "You are... too fast to draw the sword. To think you should fight alone." Her eyes narrowed, and she tried to wet her lips before speaking again. "You are stupid." Her voice was tired, her anger was weak. "You are very stupid. Do you not... understand who you are to me?" Her arm slid from his chest, to her own body. She touched the scar on her left side, the one that represented her family. "At first you were here." She lifted her hand, which was starting to shake, and lay it on her chest, just over her heart. "I was wrong. You are here."
She did not know if he would understand, and she couldn't find all the words to explain it. "I fight because... I would like to... battle with you, share pain with you, even die with you... rather than sit and be safe and be alone. Be without you, living." Tears started to leak from her eyes, and she flinched in pain. "'B'ak daer... ... I..." She felt the darkness coming back, the heat was starting to increase. "I..." Her head lolled to the side as she drifted back into unconsciousness. On her chest, the black veins were slowly making their way across.
Thanks for the info! That does help, but I still have more questions.
1. What's the level of gender equality? There's only one female up there in the higher ranks, and if she's teaching the noobs, she wouldn't see combat. I'm asking because I plan to play a female, and I want to know if her sex would hinder her or make her stand out more.
2. Are births and deaths tracked? In addition to that, is there some way that each citizen is identified?
3. I have an idea for a character who's the daughter of a military man and a civilian woman. Would her father have time to raise a child? Like, would he have time off to see her, and such? Or would he have to resign from his post to go live with his wife and new baby?
1. What's the level of gender equality? There's only one female up there in the higher ranks, and if she's teaching the noobs, she wouldn't see combat. I'm asking because I plan to play a female, and I want to know if her sex would hinder her or make her stand out more.
2. Are births and deaths tracked? In addition to that, is there some way that each citizen is identified?
3. I have an idea for a character who's the daughter of a military man and a civilian woman. Would her father have time to raise a child? Like, would he have time off to see her, and such? Or would he have to resign from his post to go live with his wife and new baby?
When Annabeth returns, someone should ask her to add Rarity's list to the opening post. That way we don't have to go hunting it down when we want to remember or reference something about another player's character.
As they traveled, Jin mumbled in her half-awake state, sometimes speaking in Goblinish, sometimes speaking fractured human tongue. Korlash's name came up a few times, when she was closest to consciousness. Her eyes moved back and forth under dry eyelids, as if she were seeing something. As the weather got cooler, she seemed to relax and breathe a bit more. By the time they neared the caves, her eyes opened a bit.
"K-" Jin winced in pain. Her mouth and throat hurt so bad. "Korlash..." Her usually light voice was raspy. "...we are... where?"
"K-" Jin winced in pain. Her mouth and throat hurt so bad. "Korlash..." Her usually light voice was raspy. "...we are... where?"
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I'm training to write a mystery. It's hard as hell, but I think I'm improving on my foreshadowing. What do you think? Were you at all surprised?
I'm training to write a mystery. It's hard as hell, but I think I'm improving on my foreshadowing. What do you think? Were you at all surprised?
The guard frowned, gesturing to one of the healers. It was a female elf nearly as tall as Korlash, with autumn leaf red hair and freckles. She looked worried, and offered a clean cloth to Korlash after she led him to Jin's cot. "Your... companion. She has been poisoned." She lifted Jin's arm, showing him the hand with the stab wound. The skin on the back of her hand was red and inflamed around the tiny wound, as if it had been a big bite. But unlike a bug bite, there was a darkness radiating outward, Jin's veins showing up black, barely visible underneath her dark skin. The black veins crept up her arm and halfway through her chest. "I believe the poison is keeping her from lowering her body's heat." She chewed her bottom lip in an obvious gesture of worry, the lip already cracked and showing a touch of blood. "Usually the body sweats to cool itself naturally. But she is burning with fever, and yet she is dry. We will work on an antidote, but for now, she must be kept cool." She sighed softly. "The problem is that we cannot keep her in this hut. Fire is needed to boil water, for cleaning wounds and freshening tools. Is there anywhere that you could take her that is very cold?"
Jin, on her cot, turned and mumbled in a semi-conscious state. "K-kor..." Her voice was hoarse, and her lips moved silently as she drifted in and out of an awake state.
"Here." The healer woman picked up a large wooden jug. "This water has been enchanted to be very cold- it is useful for certain healings. It also may save this child's life." She looked down at Jin. "One of the knights said she fought well, defending us as if she was one of us." A faint smile slipped on the woman's face, despite her obvious stress. "She must truly love you to fight so hard."
Jin, on her cot, turned and mumbled in a semi-conscious state. "K-kor..." Her voice was hoarse, and her lips moved silently as she drifted in and out of an awake state.
"Here." The healer woman picked up a large wooden jug. "This water has been enchanted to be very cold- it is useful for certain healings. It also may save this child's life." She looked down at Jin. "One of the knights said she fought well, defending us as if she was one of us." A faint smile slipped on the woman's face, despite her obvious stress. "She must truly love you to fight so hard."
Sorry for the delay.
Also, the clues to what happened to Jin are all there, if you read carefully through what I've posted.
Also, the clues to what happened to Jin are all there, if you read carefully through what I've posted.
There was no answer from Alice, who was long gone. Likely on her way back to the kingdom to report what had happened.
Jin managed to clutch at Korlash's shirt, still trying to struggle away. "I am... fine.. I am... just hot." Her lips were rather dry, as if she'd just recently been traipsing the desert for hours on end. She smiled at him, gazing up at him with her dark eyes looking slightly glassy. "Do not worry, my..." Her mouth moved in a silent motion, in confusion. "My brother. I am finn..." Her lie slurred as her head lolled to the side. When Korlash passed her off to the guard, the man would realize that the young woman was burning with fever, her breath labored. He quickly ran her toward the healer's hut, where the main elder healer and all of his available apprentices were working on patching up injured soldiers.
The guard laid Jin down on a nearby cot, and apologized before removing Korlash's large shirt from her body, to check her for injuries and hopefully help cool her skin. He found no obvious injuries, save a few bruises. He saw the wrap on her hand, and cut it free to see where the wound was. What he saw made his jaw fall open.
"E-elder? Healers? Someone needs to look at this..."
Jin managed to clutch at Korlash's shirt, still trying to struggle away. "I am... fine.. I am... just hot." Her lips were rather dry, as if she'd just recently been traipsing the desert for hours on end. She smiled at him, gazing up at him with her dark eyes looking slightly glassy. "Do not worry, my..." Her mouth moved in a silent motion, in confusion. "My brother. I am finn..." Her lie slurred as her head lolled to the side. When Korlash passed her off to the guard, the man would realize that the young woman was burning with fever, her breath labored. He quickly ran her toward the healer's hut, where the main elder healer and all of his available apprentices were working on patching up injured soldiers.
The guard laid Jin down on a nearby cot, and apologized before removing Korlash's large shirt from her body, to check her for injuries and hopefully help cool her skin. He found no obvious injuries, save a few bruises. He saw the wrap on her hand, and cut it free to see where the wound was. What he saw made his jaw fall open.
"E-elder? Healers? Someone needs to look at this..."
Jin had stayed very quiet through the introductions of the others, her hood pulled back over her head. She was listening hard, with her fingers moving in seemingly idle motions across her lap. Some of the others were strange. She was pissed at Jase's parents, first off. There was nothing wrong with gay, it wasn't some virus that was to be eridicated. If anything needed fixing, it was the attitude of his parents.
Then there was the moron druggie in the retarded clothes. She hated that he'd had the gall to compare himself to her, as if they were somehow on the same level. It made her want to kick his chest in even more. All she hoped was that he didn't try to catch her alone outside- he was obviously too stupid to take no for an answer. Her only reason for not actively planning to teach him a very painful lesson was that she did not want to disappoint Chance again.
And then there was Alice. She was the only one who caused Jin's head to lower, so no one could see her face. She had met girls on the street, with stories similar. Kids, having kids, many times through no wish of their own. Their parents tossed them out in the cold like used trash- or they ran from the person who had put the baby in them to begin with. Those stories usually didn't end well for either mother or child. A girl that small couldn't carry a kid without help, and there was no help for the homeless. She'd seen a lot of girls miscarry or die, sometimes both. Alice's story caused a wave of nausea to roll through her stomach. It was just... wrong. No one should have to be damaged like that. At least she had parents.
She checked out for a while, her ears ringing as her mind was lost to memories of snow and blood, and she came back to the room long enough to hear Colin's brief explanation. She hugged herself, her body ice-cold despite her jeans and a thick hoodie. "They saddled me with that post-tramuatic shit too." She muttered, just loud enough to hear through her chattering teeth. "Anyone wanna put the air to a degree that won't give me goddamn frostbite? Christ."
Then there was the moron druggie in the retarded clothes. She hated that he'd had the gall to compare himself to her, as if they were somehow on the same level. It made her want to kick his chest in even more. All she hoped was that he didn't try to catch her alone outside- he was obviously too stupid to take no for an answer. Her only reason for not actively planning to teach him a very painful lesson was that she did not want to disappoint Chance again.
And then there was Alice. She was the only one who caused Jin's head to lower, so no one could see her face. She had met girls on the street, with stories similar. Kids, having kids, many times through no wish of their own. Their parents tossed them out in the cold like used trash- or they ran from the person who had put the baby in them to begin with. Those stories usually didn't end well for either mother or child. A girl that small couldn't carry a kid without help, and there was no help for the homeless. She'd seen a lot of girls miscarry or die, sometimes both. Alice's story caused a wave of nausea to roll through her stomach. It was just... wrong. No one should have to be damaged like that. At least she had parents.
She checked out for a while, her ears ringing as her mind was lost to memories of snow and blood, and she came back to the room long enough to hear Colin's brief explanation. She hugged herself, her body ice-cold despite her jeans and a thick hoodie. "They saddled me with that post-tramuatic shit too." She muttered, just loud enough to hear through her chattering teeth. "Anyone wanna put the air to a degree that won't give me goddamn frostbite? Christ."
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