Rekaigan

The Silent Travelers (Ebonfort)

Starting Date and Time: 23rd day of Mauven, 300 DM, Morning
Starting Location: Slightly south of Green Fall
CS URLs: Alya Eloen & Rilana Aurorime'

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It was mid-morning, soon to be midday. The sun shone through a partly clouded sky, the light reflecting on the grass' morning dew. A wide dirt road cut through the grassy fields, heading south toward Ruby Banks. However the destination for the young half-elf which traveled, was not Ruby Banks, but the Mauven Tournament. Her bare feet were dirtied by the road, yet it seemed as though it didn't bother her in the slightest. Her long blue hair and her soft clothing swaying gently in the morning breeze. A small red wolf pup quietly trotted by her side, even so often it would weave between her legs playfully, but well timed as to not impede it's Mother's stride.

A pleasant, soothing song filled the quiet morning air, as the Elven girl played her flute. Each note carried in the wind, echoing out. It didn't matter if there was no one there to listen, all that mattered is her music and the peaceful atmosphere that she felt as she traveled. Every so often, a trading cart would pass her by, the trader greeting her. It seemed as though they all knew who she was. Calling her Alya or Echo. Of course they would know her, they were from Green Fall after all. As each trader passed her by, an overwhelming sense of calm fell over them, as if all of their worries had vanished.

In previous years, Alya would travel to the Mauven Tournament with her parents, but this year it was different. She traveled with her wolf pup, rather than her parents. Her parents had already arrived at the Tournament grounds before Alya had even started to travel, but this wasn't their decision to let her travel alone. She was the one who wanted it this way.

A Sky Torn Asunder (Ebonfort)

As she cuddled Echo, she could feel herself calm down despite the ongoing commotion. Cries filled the air. The panic spreading. Alya's mind calmed despite the negativity, her mental fortitude becoming that of iron. Music couldn't solve anything in this situation. Thus she decided to use the skills that she had learnt from Lyle, to help those who had been injured and she could see that many were. She hastily grabbed her leather bag and flute from the base of the stump on which she sat. She stood up and walked against the panicked crowd. She saw some people sitting down with their backs leaning against the abandoned stalls, their wounds fresh with blood.

She ran over to one of them, but she was greeted by an oncoming crowd of bodies. After some struggles she managed to reach the wounded man. He looked at her in surprise as she hurriedly brought out a leather skin, some rags and her needle and thread. Alya calmly cleaned the man's wounds with the honey and lavender liquid in the skin before stitching it carefully. When she had finished tending to the man's wounds, she gave him a warm smile. Before he could thank her, she had already made her way to another wounded person.

In the back of her mind, all she could think about was the magic that she had felt before, a magic that was most certainly linked to her music. When all of this was over, she was definitely going to search for that feeling again.

Technomancy: Magic and Metal

@Gisk Ooops sorry, I didn't tell you. I was out for the week.. Sorry sorry

Wooden Swords Won't Be Enough (Ebonfort)

@TimeToRP Then please do so at the Ebonfort Page :D

A Sky Torn Asunder (Ebonfort)

As the crowds gather for the Grand Melee, Alya has seated herself on a stump which was situated in the middle of the wide grassy path, which was surrounded by the many stalls that shopkeepers had constructed in order to service the large crowd. The stump wasn't interrupting the flow of patrons, so it was the ideal position for a Bard such as herself. Some of the people in the crowd greeted Alya as they walked past, since they were also from Green Fall. Travelers who had passed through Green Fall also knew of Alya, or rather her nickname 'Echo'. As the stalls bustled with activity, artisans, hawkers, grocers alike, all calling out to potential customers. Through this noise, the sound of Alya's flute resonated, seemingly piercing through the noise pollution. The joy in her heart resonated with her music as she felt the cheerful atmosphere of the festival envelope her. People who had been drawn to Alya due to her magic and music tossed copper and silver coins into the little cloth bag that sat at her feet. Unexpected, but very much welcomed.

Echo, her somewhat newly acquired Dire wolf pup has also been reveling in the appearance of new prey. The meat stall. However, his appetite was sated as the butcher kindly offered him a sizable piece of meat. Satisfied with his meal, he decided to take a nap on the lap of his Wolf Mother. Despite his growth, he was still a pup, so lap naps were a common occurrence after a meal. However, this caused some minor disturbances among the crowd as it was unusual to see a dire wolf pup separated from it's parents and forest home, but since it wasn't causing a fuss, it didn't present any problem.

Things seemed to be going smoothly, if not for the blood curdling scream that echoed throughout the festival. Due to her more sensitive hearing, the scream felt like she was within the arena. The pitch and volume forcibly tore her away from her music, her magic, which she didn't know of until this moment, felt like it snapped. The flute fell from her hands and her body started to tremble. Her shaking hands slowly covered her ears, her eyes staring at the grass in front of her. It was as if the sound echoed within her mind, shrill and unrelenting. Naturally, Echo noticed his Mother's distress, waking up almost immediately. It let out a loud YIP sound, which startled Alya enough to snap her out of her 'minor' mental breakdown. She wiped away the tears that had formed in her eyes and hugged Echo, calming herself.

More screams filled the air, but these weren't as terrifying as before. Alya couldn't even begin to imagine what was happening, but panicked people had started to rush out of the arena, the stream of people seemed to run around the stump that Alya sat on, and she had no intention on moving.

Ebonfort

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Wooden Swords Won't Be Enough (Ebonfort)

This being the first time that Megumi had participated in a Tournament, she was quite excited as one would expect. "So enjoy yourselves, drink, eat, gamble, and laugh. As for the fighters. Fight hard, fight for your country, your family, your friends, but most importantly, fight for yourself. It is each and every one of you that makes our empire strong. So prove your worth." The Charr's voice boomed. She hadn't actually been paying attention to what the Charr was saying until now, because she was quite distracted by how grand his armor looked and how.. Alluring he seemed. She chuckled to herself, Prove my worth huh? She never really felt that she needed to prove anything to anyone, as long as she got what she wanted, but maybe she could get closer to this Charr if she was to display some exemplary performance.

When the horn was blown, the clacking of wood rang throughout the arena. Cries of pain, shouts of triumph spread all around. She didn't like the weight of her wooden dagger, which she had chosen as her weapon, although it was balanced correctly it just didn't feel the same as her usual dagger. The same could be said for the throwing 'knives' that they had supplied. They didn't stab anything, they just made a blunt sound when they hit their mark. As she fiddled with the grip on her dagger, a rather burly man charged for her from behind, believing that she was an easy picking due to her stature and his surprise attack. He couldn't have been more wrong. She already knew he was there.

He swung his wooden sword down at her with a force that would easily decapitate a person, but it was heavily telegraphed. Megumi calmly sidestepped the swing, turning to face him before skipping backward some distance. She wasn't the best at combat, but she felt this man was an easy one. In one swift movement, she unsheathed one of her throwing daggers, throwing it at the opponent's forehead. The man smirked, easily deflecting the dagger, slapping it to the side... But as he did so, something slammed into the side of his face. A foot. Megumi had used the dagger as a distraction to create an opening for her jumping roundhouse kick. A regular one wouldn't have worked due to the man's height, but her Katzheer genes made all of her maneuvers a lot easier. She landed back on her two feet without much difficulty, but her opponent hadn't fared as well in the exchange. His face was flat in the grass, which muffled the groan that he let out.

As the tournament progressed, Megumi was able to defeat a few more foes that she had caught by surprise, usually taking them out with a swift blow the temple with the tip of her dagger. Even though it was blunt, driving this dagger into someone's skull was quite painful, if not deadly. Whether the combatant died or not wasn't of any concern to her since her mind had gone into it's cold, thievery mode. She found that it was easy to fight people... If they're not aware of her presence, which was even easier to do due to the nature of this tournament. Whenever she was caught, she could simply run away, weaving past other combatants, who would subsequently challenge the person that was chasing her.

As the Tournament dragged on, many of the combatants were down for the count, luckily for Megumi, she had survived. For now. She caught a glimpse of a hooded man sprinting through the arena. Her eyes were drawn to the crimson vine tattoos on his skin. Oh no. The scream from the man was jarring. She had never heard it before, but she knew what he was. A Screamer. Her father told her stories about the Screamers when she was little, but she didn't think that she'd ever meet one. Not like this anyway. Her tail stood on edge, her instincts telling her to leave. Now.

As the Ogre was killed and the monster had appeared, she knew. Wooden swords won't be enough. Screams and shouts filled the field as people started to flee the scene. She needed her weapons back and quickly. Unfortunately for her, she was actually quite close to the monster, it could easily catch up to her, but fortunately, it wasn't looking her way. She turned and sprinted toward the armory, where all the her weapons had been stored. She didn't plan on fighting such a monster, but she thought that if she dispatched the Screamer, things would get a lot easier from there.

A Sky Torn Asunder (Ebonfort)

Possibly a FRee for all style, but there should be at least 2 posts between your replies.

I'll be going off somewhere for a week, so I may or may not be able to post

Technomancy: Magic and Metal

Orran nodded in understanding as the Officer told him the situation, a frown forming on his face. This kind of crime occurred quite often, due to to the costly nature of obtaining prosthetic parts, so he could understand why a scavenger would want it. He glanced at the other Officer, whom he identified as Crowley. He was well aware of what Crowley was capable of, but he still had his doubts about this investigation. He didn't quite hear what the Officer said to the medic, but he had an idea of what it might have been. He decided to keep it to himself.

His eyes flicked back to Marv before he spoke, "I'll be giving the victim a new arm, so you don't need to worry too much about finding the old one, but I'm sure with the criminals, you'll find the arm. If you can, I'll need background information on the victim so I can 'tailor' make it for her, assuming she has a specific trade." His tone wasn't as casual as before, being on the more serious side. He knew that he couldn't do this for everyone that had fallen victim to scavengers, but he wanted to do what he could to help out.

Technomancy: Magic and Metal

As Orran made his way back to the Inner Ring, he decided to walk past the Bold Helvetica, a tavern he often goes to when he drinks with some of the citizens that are from the Outer Ring. As he strolled along, he noticed three Automata Corps officers discussing something. He didn't hear most of the conversation, but he did hear about someone being attacked. He approached them in quite a casual manner, which is something that most people don't do when they're dealing with Automata Corps Officers. "Is there something wrong?" he asked with some curiosity. It was quite odd to him to find three officers together in a place like this, so he suspected that something had happened.