Rekaigan

They Have Returned (Ebonfort)

They had been travelling for quite some time. The Aaenshi had revealed his name to her during this time. Fleabit. Megumi felt that she could've guessed his name after noticing his rather unclean fur. She kept Dibney away from the dog-man to ensure that she didn't catch whatever the furred man had on him. After awhile, they came across a lone tavern.

Hiding amongst the trees, she noticed that there weren't any bestial races among them. Perhaps it was by coincidence? As they spent their time, as Fleabit suggested, listening to the people that entered and exited the tavern, she soon learnt that it wasn't a coincidence. They were all aggressively racist. She felt an anger well up in her as she listened to the, now known as 'Justicars', laugh about killing off bestial races and people of half-blood. She wanted nothing more than to walk up to them and kill them on the spot. They had also learnt that they worshipped 'Coria', whoever that may be didn't actually matter to the half-cat at all.

On the morning of the 31st, the Aaenshi suggested something ridiculous. That she snuck into the tavern, posing as a human or pure-breed. "I hope you notice this thing that I have. Called a tail." She responded in slight irritation, gesturing at her black feline tail. She eventually sighed and nodded. She slowly tucked her tail into her pants. It felt extremely uncomfortable. She figured she would only be able to lean on walls and sit on stools with only half her buttocks on the seat. She just hoped that nobody would notice her cat-like eyes.

She calmly entered the building without much problem, her bestial eyes weren't noticeable at first glance, thus allowing her to walk in unhindered. The tavern was relatively quiet, the chatter being quieter than most. She noticed the stout human who seemed to be very nervous when serving Justicars, but he seemed relieved when serving anyone else. She slowly approached him, soon she stood before him. She could see the relief on his face as he saw her. She put a few coppers on the counter, "A mug of Ale if you don't mind." She requested with a soft smile on her face. As she received the mug, she leaned in a little closer, with a playful smirk. "Justicars giving you trouble~? You shake like a half breed." She whispered to him after making sure that nobody was listening, hoping to elicit a response out of him.

Heart of the Beast RP - Grand Epic, Unique Magic system.

It was the night before Arda began her journey to Sayrn, she met with some would-be rebels that Kron had told her about. They pack supplies and equipment onto some camels before setting off. For the past few weeks of their travel through the hot sand dunes, the rebels had asked her questions about herself, which she did not answer. Often they'd shoot lecherous looks at her since pale skin wasn't common in these parts and she was pretty attractive too, but they didn't try anything because they knew who she was. The Iron Maiden. Known in Alros as some phantom woman who dispatches of those who try to apprehend or disturb her. Some people had even used her name as a way to scare little children to keep them out of the alleyways.

The day before making it to Sayrn, they had told Arda that she would be posing as a greenhorn merchant, giving her the necessary documents to say that she was. Upon reaching the gate the next morning, as she was told, they were stopped by the guardsman to check their documents. "Sooo.. You're Amy Sinor. Hailing from Alros as a trader..?" the guardsman said slowly as he read the documents. "Yes." She replied simply. The guardsman gave her a scrutinizing look before asking another question, "What wares are you trading?", he gestured to the rather large supply bag on her camel. "Iron Null Crystals." She replied rather blank tone. The guard briefly checked the document again, handing it back to her as one of the other guards confirmed the contents of the bag. "Alright. You can go through." He said with a nod. She gave him a short nod in return, before adjusting her red scarf over her nose and mouth.

As the rebels guided Arda through Sayrn, they handed a note to her after reaching the inn. 'Meet at the Statue of the Emperor in the Central Square at noon.' the note said in rather crude handwriting. When she had looked back up from the note, the 'merchants' had already moved away through the crowd. Meet who?

---

Arda explored the city until noon, walking among the streets, alleyways and rooftops. This place was rather dull. Much like Alros, however she noticed many sick people within the alleys, must be the plague that she'd heard of when travelling here. Best not to stay around there for too long. Despite that, she felt a little at home in Sayrn. Just before noon, she sat on the rooftop of a shop which faced the Central Square, she noticed an old man and two men in silver suits standing beside the statue. The sight of them was rather contrasting with the rest of the people that lived in this city. She hopped off the roof, her feet displacing the dust on the stone ground as she landed. Some passerby's gave her a strange look before continuing on their way. Arda adjusted her scarf again as she walked toward the three men. She stopped a few meters away from them, scanning over them with her usual blank gaze. It had a hint of curiosity to it.

She wondered if she was meant to meet these three at the statue or meet someone else. The note had too little detail for her to know. So she decided to lean on the statue until someone came to meet her, but as she went to brush past the men, she felt something powerful, something like a spark in her mind. It came from the old man? She stopped in her tracks, stepping back slightly, her gaze staying on the old man. She stared at him in relative silence as she moved back a little more. This must be him. She thought.

Borderlands (1x1x1) - Applications in INT-CHK thread

Sheena

Name: Sheena Wilkons
Gender: Female
Age: 25
Appearance:

Class: Sniper
Unique Skill: Ricochet - When landing a headshot, the bullet will ‘bounce’ in another enemy’s skull. This only bounces once.

Bio: Sheena was a hired gun who worked for Atlas before they fell to Hyperion's superior economy and stregth. After the fall of Atlas, she was left unemployed, or rather, bored. She had heard of more Vault Hunters seeking to bring down Handsome Jack and Hyperion to bring relative peace to Pandora. Sheena felt that this was going to be a rather good change in pace for her, so she volunteered to join. Thus sending her to Pandora.

Shield: (Vladof) A shield that causes projectiles to redirect back at the attacker. Is only active for 5 seconds after redirecting the first shot. Recharge delay is 10 seconds after shut down.

Weapons:

Gun Type: Sniper Rifle
Manufacturer: Atlas
Element: N/A
Details: A white sniper rifle with a horizontal black that runs along the barrel to the butt of the gun. The scope is similar, a black streak from one of the scope to the other, but in a diagonal fashion.

Gun Type: Pistol (Repeater)
Manufacturer: Hyperion
Element: Corrosive
Details: A dark red repeater pistol that has a single neon green streak that runs along the middle of the pistol’s body.

[Ebonfort] The Fiery Ravens

11th Stretch

It had been just about two hours since the boy had fought Zenovia, lost and had been tied to a wooden post. Zenovia had gone to a brief meeting with her Warlord during this time, to discuss what was actually going on.

"So you're really just going to give me a slave for the fun of it?" She asked curtly, her arms crossed in an irritable manner. "Well.. Half of that is true.." The drow replied in a ambiguous manner. Orranha was always like this. If she wasn't busy hunting, doing meetings or training with Zenovia, she was doing odd things for her amusement. This would be one of those things, which annoyed the young Anuirean girl to no end.

"I still have no idea what to do with him." She commented, looking away for a moment, scratching her head in thought. "Hmmm, you could do what everyone else does with their slaves. You could get him to wait on you and live easy, you could kill him.. Or you could rape him~" The last sentence ended with a rather sinister chuckle. It wasn't uncommon for slaves to be used for sexual pleasure. Actually, it was pretty common. Though the mere suggestion caused Zenovia's face to turn as red as her hair. "Oh would you quit fucking around for just a moment!" She retorted in anger and embarrassment. The warlord merely laughed at her pupil's reaction.

"Maybe you could just get to know him? How does that sound?" The drow shrugged, her hands open in a kind of defeated gesture. "...Maybe.." She muttered before leaving the tent. The shaman smiled as the girl left. Perhaps something interesting might happen.

---

Zenovia strolled up to the Anuirean boy that was tied to the post. His head was looking down at the ground, seemingly too tired to keep itself up. She stopped a few feet in front of him. "What is your name?" She inquired in a rather demanding tone. There was a brief pause as the boy looked up at her, staring her straight in the face, blankly. "Taranis." He replied as blankly as his expression. His eyes seemed rather vindictive despite his overall expression. "Well. I'm Zenovia, and I'm your master. Whether you like it or not. And whether seemingly whether I like it or not." She replied in a very 'for your information' tone. The boy smirked at her, "Ye. So what?", he retorted, cocking an eyebrow. He felt that he couldn't be in any worse of a position than he already was. His attitude was starting to show. If anyone else had been this boy's master, he'd be lashed for giving such an insolent response, but Zenovia. Zenovia giggled at the retort.

She liked people to have a little bit of spunk in them. She really hated submissive people, they generally gave off a weak vibe that she didn't like. But this boy. He's different from the other slaves that she usually came across. Most of them absolutely subservient. Weak. No will power. She walked a little closer to him with a smirk of her own, drawing a small knife. His face tensed slightly as he expected some sort of punishment, a few cuts maybe? But it didn't come. He felt his bindings loosen and fall to the floor. He stumbled slightly as he regained his footing. "You're lucky you're with me. Otherwise you'd be dead already. But I think, you'll make a good sparring partner." She commented, sheathing her dagger.

She showed Taranis where he'd sleep and when he'd be fed, which was apparently, whenever Zenovia remembered. If he wanted to train, he was to ask for her permission, and then ask for permission from the teachers. A few ground rules being: he wasn't to leave her side, he wasn't allowed to listen to anyone else but her, and he wasn't allowed challenge her for the next 5 years.

The last rule was to ensure that he didn't constantly ask to fight her and try go home. It'd be too much of a pain for both of them to go through with it all the time.

-----20th Stretch-----

Throughout the day they spoke of various things. She found out that Taranis wasn't very secretive about his life, nor was he anti social. He was like all the other teenagers around her age, if not a little less outspoken. She had learnt that he was a Squire of the Ebonknights before being kidnapped, explaining his skill with a staff, and that his parents were apparently extremely traditional Anuireans whom had decided to leave him out to die. According to the knights that is. He had met his parents a few times, but he said that he never really felt a connection to them. Zenovia felt that she could relate. She saw her parents every so often, but she felt more connected to her teacher/warlord rather than her birth parents.

'Terenis' was the name given to him by his foster knight, since his parents didn't name him or want to know him, deeming him too weak to even care for.

The master and slave sat silently under the night sky, Zenovia stared up at the moon and the stars, a habit that she picked up from her shaman teacher. For the most part of the day, she did a lot of talking. However at night, she was a quiet person. Almost unnervingly so. The Anuirean girl quietly reflected on today. She realized that the two of them had become fast friends and their positions didn't really feel like 'master and slave', but there may be points where she had to tell him what to do. So there was that.

Watching the same moon, was Orranha. The drow had done this for countless days, gazing at the moon's light as if it were her lover. She glanced across the camp to see the pair of Anuireans. She chuckled to herself as she decided to retreat to her tent. She needed to get up early the next day. They were moving.

Fairies Shouldn't Fly Alone [Ebonfort]

He felt a wave of relief wash over him as Longarm opened the door, scooping his apprentice out of the fairy's arms. Just as Ahmal went to follow the man, he was also picked up. He felt that he should be thanking the doctor rather than forgiving him. His entire body ached from fatigue, his mind still quite blurred by the journey and his injury.

Ahmal lay quite still on the table, he turned his head in worry, looking at Lyriia who was still passed out. He felt a stinging pain as Longarm touched his wound, he grit his teeth to try endure it, but he ended up letting out a rather constricted groan.

He felt a small, relieved smile on his face when Longarm told him that the girl was going to be okay. He felt as though he had fulfilled what he had promised, but he still worried about her condition despite the doctor's reassurance. He had no intention of leaving yet. He was far too exhausted to even move from his laying position, and he was being cared for by a medical professional. There was no reason to leave.

"..Stab.." He managed to say in his drained state. It could be said that he looked quite pale, despite his tanned skin, after all, he had lost a lot of blood from the injury. He was struggling to stay awake, his vision blurring and his head feeling like it was spinning. He fought the urge to just fall unconscious, waiting for any other questions the doctor might have.

Ebonfort

The Fiery Ravens Solo has begun for Zenovia

Also The Silent Ravens Tribe has been written up!

[Ebonfort] The Fiery Ravens

Starting Date and Time: 27th Vermillio, 253 DM, 9th Stretch

Starting Location: Kerawac

CS URLs: Zenovia

---

Zenovia slowly opened her eyes to a voice calling her name, "Wake up Via! I don't have all day!" the voice called. She slowly sat up, stretching her arms and back muscles with a yawn. It was her birthday today, as her teacher had reminded her of many times during the week. She got a break from training on this day, as usual, not that she was opposed to training.

She got out of her bedroll, her hand instinctively grabbing her staff as she exited the tent. She rubbed her eyes as the morning sun beamed down at her. As per her routine, she washed her face in the small bucket that lay next to the exit of her tent, rubbing away the crust of the morning, she looked up at the person whom had called to her. Her teacher, Orrahna, a drow. She slowly strolled over to Orrahna, "What is it.. Don't tell me you're actually going to celebrate my birth--" She started, but she suddenly stopped speaking when she came face to face with another person. A boy, around her age. If not the same age as her. His hair was red and his eyes were blue, just like hers. Just like an Anuirean's. But his eyes seemed dead, despondent. "This is your present~", the drow said as she slapped the young boy on the back, he stumbled forward slightly, his head held low. "Is this some sort of joke? What am I going to do with a slave? Especially one that has eyes that are as dead as a fish on land." She retorted in disgust. This boy didn't look strong, nor did he look useful, not with the kind of look he has about him.

"I want to go home." He muttered finally after a long period of silence. The drow merely laughed, handing the boy a staff, one of similar length to Zenovia's. "Then fight for it! She's your mistress now. If you defeat her, you can go home~" Orrahna said cheerfully. The boy's aura seemed to change. At first he look vulnerable and weak, but now he had a.. fiery look about him. Determined. Zenovia was taken aback by the sudden challenge, but she wasn't about to back down.

"Come at me then, let's see how worthless you are!" Zenovia shouted mockingly, holding out her staff in a combat stance, her body mostly side on. The boy took similar stance. It seemed that he knew how to use a staff as well. Their staves crossed at the head, Zenovia's staff rings jingling away as the sticks lightly tapped away at each other.

Zenovia grew impatient, so she decided to strike out first. She moved forward, stabbing at the boy's face. Her mistake was aiming high. Her other mistake was striking first. The boy tapped Zenovia's staff on the side, causing it to go off course, before retaliating with his own stab, aiming for her ribs. She tossed her body to the side to avoid the blow, but she caused herself to trip over and fall onto the ground. She quickly got back onto her feet, but the boy had followed up with a swinging blow from the side. She ducked, spinning on her feet, to gain momentum. She struck with her own swinging blow to his legs. He cried out in pain as the blow slammed into the back of his legs, tripping him over.

He tried to get back up onto his feet, but Zenovia was already upon him, her staff aimed at his face. "You're good. But not good enough to win." She said with a smirk on her face, forgetting the part where she threw herself flat on her ass trying to dodge. She turned to one of the spectators that had gathered to watch the fight. "Help me tie to him a post. I'll speak to him later." She asked in a curt manner. She glanced at her Teacher in irritation, but was given a playful look in response. Such an annoying Warlord. She thought to herself as the spectator helped her try the boy to a wooden post.

---

[Ebonfort] The Fiery Ravens

This is a Solo for Zenovia

A Heart Frozen (Ebonfort)

Alya walked somewhat behind the group as they entered the tower, Echo followed next to his mother, looking around and sniffing for anything else that might be in here. The frigid air discouraged the canine from sniffing around too much, as the cold air bit at his nostrils. The half elf looked curiously at the statues, confirming that she could identify most with the baby troll that had it's hands up defensively. She felt like her mind had been doing the same thing since she had learnt of her purpose. She walked up to the troll statue and laid her hand on it's hands. As expected, the ice was cold, but she wanted to just stare at it for a little while longer.

A pained screech caused her ears to twitch. She turned away from the statue, toward the noise. Echo instinctively turned as well, growling. It seemed that the Charr's mount had been hurt. By what? She didn't know. Maybe the cold. Upon further inspection, she realized that it was being slowly encased in ice. She knew there was nothing she could do, she could try ease the pain with some music, but it seemed futile. As she continued to watch the ice grow upon the creature, she heard a song. It was deep, dark.. cold.. Almost sad. The sound of the song seemed to drift upstairs, leading to the upper levels of the tower.

As if in a trance, she turned toward the stairs, seemingly mindlessly walking up them. If anyone was to call out to try stop her, she would not. AS she proceeded up, she noticed other sculptures of ice, but she pressed on as she followed the song, ultimately ignoring anyone else that followed her. She reached a room. It had not statues and it felt colder than the other ones. She noticed the windows were open, allowing gusts to flow in. Echo shivered slightly, but his fur and knitted coat kept most of the cold off of him. Lyle had prepared a coat for Echo before the trip, which Alya had put on him after exiting the cave.

When she and the Drow encountered the door, she watched curiously as the woman tried to use her lockpicks, but to no avail. The key hole looked very odd. Much too large. However, she didn't want to just give up. She needed to know what was beyond the door, for the song felt louder as she moved toward it. She looked around for something that would remotely be a key, her grip tightening on her flute in frustration as the room was empty, nothing but ice and snow.. and a door. The riddle added to her frustration as she didn't know what it meant. Keys couldn't grow, that was preposterous.

Time Doesn't Heal Anything Quickly [Ebonfort]

She heard the man's voice in her ear, she didn't move. Her eyes glanced down at the knife point that poked at her injury. She cringed in pain slightly, keeping her calm about her. She clicked her tongue in annoyance as the man judged her skills, she didn't even bother to look at him, her mind still a little numb from the pain. She finally looked up toward the man as he strolled into the night. She felt like she hadn't been paid at all. The firecrackers. She thought. The man hadn't given her an- She instinctively rummaged through her coin purse. There were a few coppers missing, but she felt something else in her fingers. She smirked, chuckling a little and she pulled out a small firecracker. It was a small cylinder, which she knew contained gunpowder amongst other material. As sly as ever. She commented inwardly. She rummaged through her coin purse to count how many she had, but her fingers fell upon a larger coin. A heavier one at that. The face of the smiling man and the frowning man. Two sides of the same coin.. She scoffed.

-----6th Stretch-----

By the time the caravan had left the Depot, Megumi had spent the majority of her time gap looking for a place to hide. She had a plan, she thought it was good enough to work. If she could find a good tree. As luck would have it, she did. Quite decent. It was tall, the branches were thick and the foliage even thicker, a perfect place to hide. A thick branch hung over the road. She looked at it from different angles from below, to check if she could hide in it properly. She nodded in satisfaction before slowly climbing up the tree. It was a painful experience as climbing had been for awhile now, but she managed to make it. 2 Stretches before the Caravan was meant to come as well. A time she'd predicted with the rising sun the same way one of the Azure Strand sailors had taught her.

She peer through the leaves of the tree, her hand pushing down some of the leaves. The caravan was moving closer, she gently lessened her push on the leaves so that they didn't notice anything weird. The guards had fanned out into scouting patrols already, but these knights were careless. Nobody ever looked up. Not even these knights. She grabbed a couple of the firecrackers that she had received, throwing them down from the tree as hard as she could, without hurting herself. The firecrackers were tiny, and they'd be hardly noticeable by anyone, especially when they're thrown so hard. The small crackers slammed into the dirt below, CRACK! CRACK!, the two crackers exploded loudly right in front of the horses that slowly plodded along.