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I'll try to get a post up Sunday, but if I can't I'll have to drop this. Too many RPs, not enough free time. We'll see though.
Leidenschaft said
Hey, guys, can I get a roll call up in here? Everyone who's still here say, "Aye."
Yea. I mean, Aye! RL has been swallowing my free time, but I'm still working on the bio. It'll be up by Monday.
Massacred Village
The boy ignored most of what Coco said (his facial expression made it clear that he was confused by her babbling) fixating on her simple question of what had happened. Rage crossed his features, he bared his teeth, and he visibly shook.“They lied!” He screamed down at her. “The creature of shadows whose skin writhed like a nest of snakes, the fire breather, the one with demon blood, and the never ending hunger beneath rags! They lied, lied, lied! They promised that I would be able to protect my Kingdom through the ideology that my family is, was, built upon! Sacrifice, no matter what the cost in blood and pain, for the greater good! I went through with the ritual! I scattered their blood, I said the words, I sacrificed my soul for my Kingdom!” His eyes bulged, veins stood out on his face, and he practically frothed at the mouth. His next scream was several octaves higher, ”And what did they do!? How did they repay my trust, my sacrifice!? They took everything from me!” He began gesturing randomly behind and in front of him.
“They butchered my people! They burned their homes! They rotted them as they begged! They set the Demons from the deepest pits of the Inferno upon them! They feasted upon their children! They left me with nothing more than weeping mama and weeping Beth and an accusing father in my head, and a pile of corpses!” Suddenly he calmed, all movement stopping. His next words were quieter, though still loud enough to be heard clearly by all present. “But they misunderstood the power they were giving me.” He giggled. “They think they’ve won. They think they’ve beaten me and escaped justice. Oh no. Not at all.” He giggled again and rubbed his hands together in anticipation. “Justice will be served. Very soon. But for now, I’ll have to wait till the scum that have come to loot my Kingdom have left.” He glared down at Grey and Coco. “Leave now, cockroaches! This is your last chance to scurry back to your homes! Any other word will be perceived as an act of war, and I will bring my vengeance down upon you!”
Althalus
Althalus, in the mean time, hadn’t been paying attention to the ravings of the boy. After ascertaining that the child wasn’t a threat, and that nothing else was trying to kill them, he made his way over to Mar. He had noticed the way she suddenly paled, and her investigation of a corpse. A quick glance at the body of the young child himself was all he needed to guess what was bothering her. So he made his way over to her, carefully avoiding the remains of some of the Villagers. After all, he didn’t want to slip in some poor bastard’s guts. That would just end badly for everyone involved. He reached Mar just about the same time the boy began raving about lies. When he was close enough, he leaned towards her and spoke quietly. “You’re not fooling me Mar. I saw that, and you know there’s no way she’s anywhere but at the College right now. We left her in Alaira’s care. The only way she’s going to be in danger is if Alaira is turned into nothing more than a pile of flesh and bone dust. Lyn’s in the safest hands possible right now. But it’s nice to see you showing more and more emotions when Lyn isn’t around, even if she’s related to it.” He gave a small smirk. “At least now you can’t claim that you have a heart of stone, and emotions are nothing more than waves crashing uselessly against it. Does this mean I can expect passionate kisses, loving looks, and whatever else you care to come up with? He asked, winking exaggeratedly at her to show that he was only teasing.
Aramir
Everything was going fine for Aramir. They were getting questions answered, and laying down the foundation to make a plan of attack against the Roc. She was about to ask more questions, this time pertaining to how exactly they were supposed to get the wagon down from the nest, when Auriel started to play her game. As Eural was caught, as easily as an expert fisherman might catch a fish, she sighed and settled down for a wait. Her eyes rolled as the show began, and the Forest Elf grinned. She had seen this, or variations of it, far too many times to count, in the time she had known Auriel. This case wouldn’t be any different from all the rest. However, as the act continued, Aramir began to feel unreasonably irritated. She wrote it off as being annoyed at the delay in the planning that might vvery well save someone’s life. Doesn’t she know that we have more important things to do then to flirt with the guide? She thought testily, a scowl crossing her face before she brought it back under control. It would do no good for her to let annoyances at petty games cause problems for them during the hunt. She thought no one had seen it, especially Auriel, but somehow doubted it.
After Eural spoke about the L on Auriel’s bow Aramir, somewhat pointedly, continued the conversation that they had left off. “If we reach the Roc’s nest in daylight, and are lucky enough to reach there while the Roc is gone, would it be possible to get to the nest, get the wagon, get it down here, and then leave before it comes back? Or would it be better to wait until it’s dark and we have at least a chance of not being seen?”
The boy ignored most of what Coco said (his facial expression made it clear that he was confused by her babbling) fixating on her simple question of what had happened. Rage crossed his features, he bared his teeth, and he visibly shook.“They lied!” He screamed down at her. “The creature of shadows whose skin writhed like a nest of snakes, the fire breather, the one with demon blood, and the never ending hunger beneath rags! They lied, lied, lied! They promised that I would be able to protect my Kingdom through the ideology that my family is, was, built upon! Sacrifice, no matter what the cost in blood and pain, for the greater good! I went through with the ritual! I scattered their blood, I said the words, I sacrificed my soul for my Kingdom!” His eyes bulged, veins stood out on his face, and he practically frothed at the mouth. His next scream was several octaves higher, ”And what did they do!? How did they repay my trust, my sacrifice!? They took everything from me!” He began gesturing randomly behind and in front of him.
“They butchered my people! They burned their homes! They rotted them as they begged! They set the Demons from the deepest pits of the Inferno upon them! They feasted upon their children! They left me with nothing more than weeping mama and weeping Beth and an accusing father in my head, and a pile of corpses!” Suddenly he calmed, all movement stopping. His next words were quieter, though still loud enough to be heard clearly by all present. “But they misunderstood the power they were giving me.” He giggled. “They think they’ve won. They think they’ve beaten me and escaped justice. Oh no. Not at all.” He giggled again and rubbed his hands together in anticipation. “Justice will be served. Very soon. But for now, I’ll have to wait till the scum that have come to loot my Kingdom have left.” He glared down at Grey and Coco. “Leave now, cockroaches! This is your last chance to scurry back to your homes! Any other word will be perceived as an act of war, and I will bring my vengeance down upon you!”
Althalus
Althalus, in the mean time, hadn’t been paying attention to the ravings of the boy. After ascertaining that the child wasn’t a threat, and that nothing else was trying to kill them, he made his way over to Mar. He had noticed the way she suddenly paled, and her investigation of a corpse. A quick glance at the body of the young child himself was all he needed to guess what was bothering her. So he made his way over to her, carefully avoiding the remains of some of the Villagers. After all, he didn’t want to slip in some poor bastard’s guts. That would just end badly for everyone involved. He reached Mar just about the same time the boy began raving about lies. When he was close enough, he leaned towards her and spoke quietly. “You’re not fooling me Mar. I saw that, and you know there’s no way she’s anywhere but at the College right now. We left her in Alaira’s care. The only way she’s going to be in danger is if Alaira is turned into nothing more than a pile of flesh and bone dust. Lyn’s in the safest hands possible right now. But it’s nice to see you showing more and more emotions when Lyn isn’t around, even if she’s related to it.” He gave a small smirk. “At least now you can’t claim that you have a heart of stone, and emotions are nothing more than waves crashing uselessly against it. Does this mean I can expect passionate kisses, loving looks, and whatever else you care to come up with? He asked, winking exaggeratedly at her to show that he was only teasing.
Aramir
Everything was going fine for Aramir. They were getting questions answered, and laying down the foundation to make a plan of attack against the Roc. She was about to ask more questions, this time pertaining to how exactly they were supposed to get the wagon down from the nest, when Auriel started to play her game. As Eural was caught, as easily as an expert fisherman might catch a fish, she sighed and settled down for a wait. Her eyes rolled as the show began, and the Forest Elf grinned. She had seen this, or variations of it, far too many times to count, in the time she had known Auriel. This case wouldn’t be any different from all the rest. However, as the act continued, Aramir began to feel unreasonably irritated. She wrote it off as being annoyed at the delay in the planning that might vvery well save someone’s life. Doesn’t she know that we have more important things to do then to flirt with the guide? She thought testily, a scowl crossing her face before she brought it back under control. It would do no good for her to let annoyances at petty games cause problems for them during the hunt. She thought no one had seen it, especially Auriel, but somehow doubted it.
After Eural spoke about the L on Auriel’s bow Aramir, somewhat pointedly, continued the conversation that they had left off. “If we reach the Roc’s nest in daylight, and are lucky enough to reach there while the Roc is gone, would it be possible to get to the nest, get the wagon, get it down here, and then leave before it comes back? Or would it be better to wait until it’s dark and we have at least a chance of not being seen?”
Ryonara said
Meirin is going to have some choice words when this is all over...
Assuming she doesn't fall immediately unconscious.
A quick update. I'm almost done with the Argonian possessing Khajiit mannerisms CS. Just need to type up the bio...I had forgotten how much writing this required...
Builds character!
Cairomaru said The dentist fucking sucks. I'm now trying not to drool on my self and keep my numb mouth closed...
Builds character!
And here I thought Coco was the worst character(she's to friendly for her own good) at making wise decisions. Free, I now bestow that title upon Alaira.
Grey, on the other hand, is excellent at it.
Grey, on the other hand, is excellent at it.
Aramir
Her redundant check of her equipment was cut short by the arrival of their guide. She packed her gear and then walked or rode in the wagon, refusing to ride a horse. She did this for two reasons. One, she didn’t know how to ride a horse. Two, there was no way that she was going to get on something that big (She, after all, only came to the horses’ shin. Barely.) and try to make it go in the direction she wanted it to. She had all too vivid images of the horse flinging her off with a shake of its head, or a buck, or something, and then she’d go flying through the air and crash into the ground. No, she was perfectly fine walking, thank you very much. Though, she mildly regretted that decision when they had to travel past Tyrael’s little warning to any more attacks on the College. Where those who had horses could merely trot a good distance up wind and away from it all, she was forced to stay behind and put up with it. Still, compared to most of her past hunting trips, this one was rather pleasant. No biting winds, no cold, no local wildlife that wanted to eat her that blended in perfectly with the background, all in all, things were quite nice.
When they finally stopped, Aramir sat down on the ground, a little separate from most of the group. A familiar uneasiness was growing in her, as she realized that they were in mostly complete and utter silence, broken only by their guide talking, and the occasional quiet noise from the horses. As Eural described the Roc and its strength and weaknesses, she listened intently, feeling herself relax. This was familiar territory. This she could understand and work with. Thus, with a small note of relief in her voice, she asked her own questions. “How good is its hearing? How smart is it? Could it, for example, hear a small sound we might make approaching? Or see the ballista being aimed at it and recognize it immediately as a weapon and a threat? I assume we’re going to approach it during twilight or night time if we find it at its nest. After all, it’s better to not be seen by the angry bird that could kill us in a heartbeat.” She paused for a moment, considering anything else that may be of use to know. “Is there a chance that there might be more than one Roc at the nest? Do they typically nest in pairs?”
Her redundant check of her equipment was cut short by the arrival of their guide. She packed her gear and then walked or rode in the wagon, refusing to ride a horse. She did this for two reasons. One, she didn’t know how to ride a horse. Two, there was no way that she was going to get on something that big (She, after all, only came to the horses’ shin. Barely.) and try to make it go in the direction she wanted it to. She had all too vivid images of the horse flinging her off with a shake of its head, or a buck, or something, and then she’d go flying through the air and crash into the ground. No, she was perfectly fine walking, thank you very much. Though, she mildly regretted that decision when they had to travel past Tyrael’s little warning to any more attacks on the College. Where those who had horses could merely trot a good distance up wind and away from it all, she was forced to stay behind and put up with it. Still, compared to most of her past hunting trips, this one was rather pleasant. No biting winds, no cold, no local wildlife that wanted to eat her that blended in perfectly with the background, all in all, things were quite nice.
When they finally stopped, Aramir sat down on the ground, a little separate from most of the group. A familiar uneasiness was growing in her, as she realized that they were in mostly complete and utter silence, broken only by their guide talking, and the occasional quiet noise from the horses. As Eural described the Roc and its strength and weaknesses, she listened intently, feeling herself relax. This was familiar territory. This she could understand and work with. Thus, with a small note of relief in her voice, she asked her own questions. “How good is its hearing? How smart is it? Could it, for example, hear a small sound we might make approaching? Or see the ballista being aimed at it and recognize it immediately as a weapon and a threat? I assume we’re going to approach it during twilight or night time if we find it at its nest. After all, it’s better to not be seen by the angry bird that could kill us in a heartbeat.” She paused for a moment, considering anything else that may be of use to know. “Is there a chance that there might be more than one Roc at the nest? Do they typically nest in pairs?”
Eania Manhunt
The group was soon underway, with the arrival of their guide, a guardsman who knew the area that the man Uicle had talked to described, and could lead them there. As everyone piled into the carriage, it proved to be as uncomfortable as it looked, and there was barely enough space for everyone. It took a couple of days to get the edge of Forest of Symphony. They were couple of slow, mind numbingly peaceful, days. The most exciting thing that happened was the change from the Twilight Hold’s grounds into Eania’s territory. But they got there, their guide speaking about as much as the oxen did. And before they even got to the forest itself, they came across the most recent work of the mages. The first hint any of them got was smoke rising in the distance. A short hour later and the smell hit them. Burning flesh and wood, mixed with a foul smell that had nothing to do with either. It didn’t take long after that for the carriage to stop at the scene. There were half a dozen burned down houses, fire still crackling merrily in two of them. A house, larger than the rest, was in the middle of the devastation and strangely untouched. Most of the small village’s occupants were out on the street, either butchered where they stood, or in small piles that had been set aflame. Human remains were scattered about, most clearly chewed upon.
Their guide spoke, saying more than he had said in the past two days combined. “This is as close as we’re going to get to a path to follow when hunting the mages. Come on then. Let’s see if there are any survivors, or tracks, or something to go off of. They could have gone in any direction from here.” With that, he started to head inside the ruins, with or without the students of the College. Upon closer examination, several things would become clear; scattered throughout the bodies of the villagers, there were Yarosmere soldiers, three of them, easily identifiable as such by their desert uniforms, one of them had a blade blackened as if he had stuck it in a fire. Some of the corpses were well into decomposition, while others looked as if they had been killed only hours ago. Some of the walls of the houses that weren’t burned looked as if they had rotted and fallen apart. Other than those unusual facts, everything else was that of a typical village. Iron axes, scythes, and hoes could be found in the houses. Handmade dolls could be found clutched in dead children’s hands.
The door to the untouched house would be firmly locked. As soon as someone tried to open the door to the house, an adolescent voice screamed out “Leave this place! You are foreign invaders who have no right to be in my kingdom! Leave now before I bring my royal wrath down upon you, and my subjects take up arms!” A teenage boy’s face could be seen staring at them down from an open window of the untouched house.
Althalus glanced about, seemingly unfazed by it all. “Oh yes. I quake in my boots at the mere thought of offending this child. Is anyone opposed to simply breaking down the door?”
The group was soon underway, with the arrival of their guide, a guardsman who knew the area that the man Uicle had talked to described, and could lead them there. As everyone piled into the carriage, it proved to be as uncomfortable as it looked, and there was barely enough space for everyone. It took a couple of days to get the edge of Forest of Symphony. They were couple of slow, mind numbingly peaceful, days. The most exciting thing that happened was the change from the Twilight Hold’s grounds into Eania’s territory. But they got there, their guide speaking about as much as the oxen did. And before they even got to the forest itself, they came across the most recent work of the mages. The first hint any of them got was smoke rising in the distance. A short hour later and the smell hit them. Burning flesh and wood, mixed with a foul smell that had nothing to do with either. It didn’t take long after that for the carriage to stop at the scene. There were half a dozen burned down houses, fire still crackling merrily in two of them. A house, larger than the rest, was in the middle of the devastation and strangely untouched. Most of the small village’s occupants were out on the street, either butchered where they stood, or in small piles that had been set aflame. Human remains were scattered about, most clearly chewed upon.
Their guide spoke, saying more than he had said in the past two days combined. “This is as close as we’re going to get to a path to follow when hunting the mages. Come on then. Let’s see if there are any survivors, or tracks, or something to go off of. They could have gone in any direction from here.” With that, he started to head inside the ruins, with or without the students of the College. Upon closer examination, several things would become clear; scattered throughout the bodies of the villagers, there were Yarosmere soldiers, three of them, easily identifiable as such by their desert uniforms, one of them had a blade blackened as if he had stuck it in a fire. Some of the corpses were well into decomposition, while others looked as if they had been killed only hours ago. Some of the walls of the houses that weren’t burned looked as if they had rotted and fallen apart. Other than those unusual facts, everything else was that of a typical village. Iron axes, scythes, and hoes could be found in the houses. Handmade dolls could be found clutched in dead children’s hands.
The door to the untouched house would be firmly locked. As soon as someone tried to open the door to the house, an adolescent voice screamed out “Leave this place! You are foreign invaders who have no right to be in my kingdom! Leave now before I bring my royal wrath down upon you, and my subjects take up arms!” A teenage boy’s face could be seen staring at them down from an open window of the untouched house.
Althalus glanced about, seemingly unfazed by it all. “Oh yes. I quake in my boots at the mere thought of offending this child. Is anyone opposed to simply breaking down the door?”
I pity Aramir if he starts flirting with her. Poor girl will turn scarlet. XD. Though why he'd go for Aramir is a mystery...
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