Raising her bow again Lydia quickly loosed a volley of arrows that tore straight through the head and necks of the remaining two hell hounds. They fell where they had stood, retreating away from the demon who had so easily slain their brethren. She had not killed the hounds to help the demon, however. She had merely been worried that they might attack her or innocent civilians. Still Lydia sighed heavily. She had no choice, she realized. And one single threat was a better odd than many. She didn't have the power or skills to take on a small army even if it was a disorganized one. Why where demons looking for her anyway? And which ones? Lydia hadn't crossed paths with any demons recently, and she managed to abstain from garnering enemies. Yet here she was with demons hot on her tail. If her leaving the city would lead the demons away, then so be it. Although Lydianna had no wish to die her life was just one singularity. It was better to protect the many.
"Fine," she spat angrily. She hated being cornered like this. "I will follow you to your lord, but you must keep your promise that no harm will come to me." She noticed that he had not guaranteed her a safe return, but she did not press the matter. Time was running out. She could hear the first wave of demons crashing against the outer wall. Quickly Lydia hung her bow on her back. Then she walked to the edge of the roof she was standing on and dropped down since the building was relatively low to the ground and was thus a rather small drop. Walking up to the demon she drew her broadsword, using one hand to wield it. She did not raise her sword against him but had instead drawn it in case she needed to fight against other demons.
Not many people would confidently walk up to a threatening demon and stare him in the eyes. But Lydia had no such qualms and she walked past the carcasses of the hell hounds and stopped right in front of the demon sent to retrieve her. She looked directly into his eyes even though she had to crane her neck to do so. Her luminescent green eyes met his fiery ones and she stated without fear, "Know that I do not trust you and if you give me reason to kill you I will. But for now there's no choice but to work together. Let's get out of here and see your master. I have questions of my own I wish to hear the answers to." So saying, she put her free hand in the demon's outstretched one.
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Seems like I need to replace my phone. I never know how much not being able to check the time bothered me until I started walking around the school campus without my phone.
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So today my phone fell in water. It was there for no more than two seconds tops, but it's going haywire. Time to see if the old rice trick works.
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Lydianna scoffed at his words. Him calling her a half-breed? It was obvious from the coloration of his skin and his relatively normal facial features that he was no pure-blood himself. It was true that he had not killed anyone as those bodies she had seen had merely been people huddling in corners and doors to escape his notice, or else had only been knocked out. But regardless of the demon's words she did not lower her bow. She knew the city guard wouldn't bother coming to defend this area. The people here had no means to pay them for protection and therefore generally had to protect themselves. But none of them were experienced fighters who could take on the demon before them. That was why Lydianna was there.
Hearing the demon say her name--or at least a shortened version of it--she grew wary. Sure, there were plenty of other Lydiannas and Lydias in the city for it wasn't that uncommon a name. But how many of them would run right into danger to protect others? If he knew her name and that she would respond to the trouble he caused, that meant he had actively been searching for her. Why, she knew not.
Lydianna lowered her bow but still held the arrow in place. Studying the demon for a while with narrow eyes, she tried to discern his movements to tell if he may have any tricks up his sleeve. "Stay where you are," she demanded. "We can talk right here. State your business, demon, and then begone for my patience with you is already running thin."
Hearing the demon say her name--or at least a shortened version of it--she grew wary. Sure, there were plenty of other Lydiannas and Lydias in the city for it wasn't that uncommon a name. But how many of them would run right into danger to protect others? If he knew her name and that she would respond to the trouble he caused, that meant he had actively been searching for her. Why, she knew not.
Lydianna lowered her bow but still held the arrow in place. Studying the demon for a while with narrow eyes, she tried to discern his movements to tell if he may have any tricks up his sleeve. "Stay where you are," she demanded. "We can talk right here. State your business, demon, and then begone for my patience with you is already running thin."
Dusk fell and instantly Lydianna was wide awake. Rolling out of bed she changed the clothes she was wearing for something cleaner--a pair of black pants with loose legs, a dark red shirt with long half-sleeves that covered the underside of her arm but left open the forearm, and an earth brown traveling cloak. She pulled on her knee-high leather boots again, her belt, and set her weapons in their proper places. Out the room she went, making sure to lock it. She didn't have many possessions but what she currently carried and a few changes of clothes, but she didn't want it getting stolen. Returning the key to the inn keeper she told him, "I'll be back tonight," before sweeping out the door and into the night air which was already beginning to cool.
Lydianna made her way through the city hood up, head down, eyes open. She wasn't looking for trouble--not right now, anyway--but she didn't want to attract attention either. She walked leisurely as did civilians and was in no rush to find where she was going. Eventually she came to a tavern that she remembered served decent food, a place called the Lucky Maiden. She entered and found an empty table to sit at. Putting aside her weaponry she beckoned a tavern maid over and ordered a bowl of stew and some non-alcoholic cider. They came soon enough and Lydianna gave the girl her coin. The maid disappeared and Lydianna was left to eat in peace. As she consumed her meal she kept her ears open to hear the conversations buzzing around her.
"Did you hear about the elves?" One man asked another. "They say the demons rolled right over a large fraction of the elf king's army." Lydianna scoffed to herself. So the elves were failing. It came as no surprise given the fact that they had no allies to help due to their own choice. Tuning out of that conversation and into another one she heard, "--Trouble in the East. Supposedly there's a group of bandits stealing from farmers." Mentally Lydianna made a mental note to check out that bit of information. She had just finished her meal and cider and had stood up to go talk to the old man who had been talking about bandits when something happened.
The door of the Lucky Maiden burst open and there stood a young boy sweating hard and out of breath. The patrons of the Lucky Maiden ushered the boy in quickly and gave him some cider which he quickly downed. When the boy had caught his breath he managed to gasp out, "T-trouble. In the southern district around the poor houses. B-big demon." Lydianna didn't need to hear any more. She snatched up her weapons and was sprinting through the door and down the road even as she put them on. Some of the patrons of the Lucky Maiden simply watched her go, or else turned back to their food and games not seeking any trouble, but others flooded out and made their way to the southern district of Termina to see the cause of the threat and possibly do what they may to help.
Reaching the end of the street Lydianna vaulted onto a stack of barrels outside a barrel maker's and jumped onto the roof of the shop. She ran across the rooftops, leaping from one building to another, climbing higher and lower at certain times, jumping over voids both small and large. Finally she reached the southern district where the poor houses were located. The area was a mess. Building were damaged, carts overturned, a few bodies littered the street. Following the path of destruction while still on the rooftops Lydianna drew her bow. Finally she spotted the cause of the trouble--a large demon with surprisingly light skin. The city guard had yet to arrive and the people below were panicking, trampling over each other as they tried to get away from the rampaging demon.
He had his back to her and seemed to be concentrating on the people below. Taking this as her chance Lydianna raised her bow and aimed for his back. Calling out to draw the demon's attention away from the civilians so they could have time to escape she shouted, "Hey, there, you great flaming ass! Why don't you pick on someone who can actually fight you!?" Quickly Lydianna leased the arrow and let it fly toward the demon. She wasted no time in drawing, knocking, and loosing another bow with almost lightning speed. She wasn't as fast as a pure elf, but she was far faster than a human.
Lydianna made her way through the city hood up, head down, eyes open. She wasn't looking for trouble--not right now, anyway--but she didn't want to attract attention either. She walked leisurely as did civilians and was in no rush to find where she was going. Eventually she came to a tavern that she remembered served decent food, a place called the Lucky Maiden. She entered and found an empty table to sit at. Putting aside her weaponry she beckoned a tavern maid over and ordered a bowl of stew and some non-alcoholic cider. They came soon enough and Lydianna gave the girl her coin. The maid disappeared and Lydianna was left to eat in peace. As she consumed her meal she kept her ears open to hear the conversations buzzing around her.
"Did you hear about the elves?" One man asked another. "They say the demons rolled right over a large fraction of the elf king's army." Lydianna scoffed to herself. So the elves were failing. It came as no surprise given the fact that they had no allies to help due to their own choice. Tuning out of that conversation and into another one she heard, "--Trouble in the East. Supposedly there's a group of bandits stealing from farmers." Mentally Lydianna made a mental note to check out that bit of information. She had just finished her meal and cider and had stood up to go talk to the old man who had been talking about bandits when something happened.
The door of the Lucky Maiden burst open and there stood a young boy sweating hard and out of breath. The patrons of the Lucky Maiden ushered the boy in quickly and gave him some cider which he quickly downed. When the boy had caught his breath he managed to gasp out, "T-trouble. In the southern district around the poor houses. B-big demon." Lydianna didn't need to hear any more. She snatched up her weapons and was sprinting through the door and down the road even as she put them on. Some of the patrons of the Lucky Maiden simply watched her go, or else turned back to their food and games not seeking any trouble, but others flooded out and made their way to the southern district of Termina to see the cause of the threat and possibly do what they may to help.
Reaching the end of the street Lydianna vaulted onto a stack of barrels outside a barrel maker's and jumped onto the roof of the shop. She ran across the rooftops, leaping from one building to another, climbing higher and lower at certain times, jumping over voids both small and large. Finally she reached the southern district where the poor houses were located. The area was a mess. Building were damaged, carts overturned, a few bodies littered the street. Following the path of destruction while still on the rooftops Lydianna drew her bow. Finally she spotted the cause of the trouble--a large demon with surprisingly light skin. The city guard had yet to arrive and the people below were panicking, trampling over each other as they tried to get away from the rampaging demon.
He had his back to her and seemed to be concentrating on the people below. Taking this as her chance Lydianna raised her bow and aimed for his back. Calling out to draw the demon's attention away from the civilians so they could have time to escape she shouted, "Hey, there, you great flaming ass! Why don't you pick on someone who can actually fight you!?" Quickly Lydianna leased the arrow and let it fly toward the demon. She wasted no time in drawing, knocking, and loosing another bow with almost lightning speed. She wasn't as fast as a pure elf, but she was far faster than a human.
On the outskirts of Termina was a field used by city guards for drill and practice. It was open to the public on certain days, however, and it was there that one young woman in particular often spent her spare time. She was there now, alone on the archery range practicing with her bow. She stood at a rather average height, slightly shorter than an elf, but not as short as some of the human females. Besides the height difference Lydianna's elf blood showed prominently. Her eyes were a bright shade of apple green not found in humans, her long hair tied back in a ponytail to keep it out of her face was pure white, her ears tapered into a point, and despite the look of hardened concentration on her face she was beautiful--though far be it from anyone to tell her so for she scorned being doted upon merely for her looks. Rather Lydianna preferred to be appreciated for her sharp eye, her quick draw, her steady hand in the midst of battle.
Less a city guard and more of a sword for hire Lydianna often helped to chase away bandits and other ne'er-do-wells who sought trouble with Termina or other peaceful towns--what few there were. Although being a sword for hire, the need or want of money was less of a driving factor for Lydianna than was simply ridding the world of the more depraved and ruthless men terrorizing it. That being said she traveled where she pleased and tended to answer to her own consciousness and moral compass more than the orders of others. She traveled alone of her own volition--a dangerous thing to do even for professional soldiers--yet managed to survive, if not thrive, in the war-torn world in which she lived. While she traveled wherever she felt she was needed, Lydianna often returned to Termina. Here it was easy to get her needed supplies and information, or simply to take a break and recuperate for a bit. For now she was in Termina because she had been turned away from her own kind when she had offered to help them fight off the horde of demons that they were at war with. Perhaps hers was only a single set of hands, but they were still a set more that could have helped. And what did her people the elves do? Turn her away because she was a cross-breed. The elves were a proud race and did not easily take to outsiders. To them her human blood made her lesser to them, not even useful enough to serve as fodder in their front lines. Frustrated, Lydianna had returned to Termina. That had been a few weeks ago now, yet her anger at the stupidity of the elves had hardly ebbed.
"Let them die if they so wish," Lydianna muttered angrily to herself as she pulled back her bow then released an arrow. It flew straight and true, hitting the practice dummy in the heart like she had known it would. Dozens of other arrows were already embedded into the dummy in several vital areas: the heart, neck, eyes, and general head area. "Foolish bastards. The whole lot of them." Lydianna made to retrieve her arrows having just spent her last one. As she gathered them she muttered angrily to herself while trying to also force herself to see reason. Even if the elves didn't need her, there were others elsewhere who would have need of her skills. Feeling slightly calmer from having released some of her pent-up anger, Lydianna made the trek back to Termina.
Once inside the city she navigated her way through the maze of streets and alleys to the inn on one of the poorer sides of town where she was staying. It was dirty with only a straw mattress laid on the floor and a cracked bowl used to hold water to wash with, but it was cheap and gave her what she needed: a place to sleep. Nodding to the innkeeper, a ragged looking man with a thin frame and scraggly beard, Lydianna retrieved her room key and tromped up the steps to the second floor where her room was located. Alone in her room, she set aside her bow and quiver and sword and knife before pulling off her leather boots and belt and flopping onto the dirty mattress with the intent of taking a quick nap before finding something decent to eat. After she would sleuth around to find out if there were any trouble makers in the area that she might be able to eliminate. Closing her almost luminescent green eyes, Lydianna waited for sleep to come.
Less a city guard and more of a sword for hire Lydianna often helped to chase away bandits and other ne'er-do-wells who sought trouble with Termina or other peaceful towns--what few there were. Although being a sword for hire, the need or want of money was less of a driving factor for Lydianna than was simply ridding the world of the more depraved and ruthless men terrorizing it. That being said she traveled where she pleased and tended to answer to her own consciousness and moral compass more than the orders of others. She traveled alone of her own volition--a dangerous thing to do even for professional soldiers--yet managed to survive, if not thrive, in the war-torn world in which she lived. While she traveled wherever she felt she was needed, Lydianna often returned to Termina. Here it was easy to get her needed supplies and information, or simply to take a break and recuperate for a bit. For now she was in Termina because she had been turned away from her own kind when she had offered to help them fight off the horde of demons that they were at war with. Perhaps hers was only a single set of hands, but they were still a set more that could have helped. And what did her people the elves do? Turn her away because she was a cross-breed. The elves were a proud race and did not easily take to outsiders. To them her human blood made her lesser to them, not even useful enough to serve as fodder in their front lines. Frustrated, Lydianna had returned to Termina. That had been a few weeks ago now, yet her anger at the stupidity of the elves had hardly ebbed.
"Let them die if they so wish," Lydianna muttered angrily to herself as she pulled back her bow then released an arrow. It flew straight and true, hitting the practice dummy in the heart like she had known it would. Dozens of other arrows were already embedded into the dummy in several vital areas: the heart, neck, eyes, and general head area. "Foolish bastards. The whole lot of them." Lydianna made to retrieve her arrows having just spent her last one. As she gathered them she muttered angrily to herself while trying to also force herself to see reason. Even if the elves didn't need her, there were others elsewhere who would have need of her skills. Feeling slightly calmer from having released some of her pent-up anger, Lydianna made the trek back to Termina.
Once inside the city she navigated her way through the maze of streets and alleys to the inn on one of the poorer sides of town where she was staying. It was dirty with only a straw mattress laid on the floor and a cracked bowl used to hold water to wash with, but it was cheap and gave her what she needed: a place to sleep. Nodding to the innkeeper, a ragged looking man with a thin frame and scraggly beard, Lydianna retrieved her room key and tromped up the steps to the second floor where her room was located. Alone in her room, she set aside her bow and quiver and sword and knife before pulling off her leather boots and belt and flopping onto the dirty mattress with the intent of taking a quick nap before finding something decent to eat. After she would sleuth around to find out if there were any trouble makers in the area that she might be able to eliminate. Closing her almost luminescent green eyes, Lydianna waited for sleep to come.
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You know, a 1 on 1 RP sounds interesting. Or at least, less of a flustercluck.I'm up for a magical medieval adventure if you are. I love that sort of setting :DEDIT: Alright, as far as info goes, I'm a guy, I don't really have any restrictions about what topics are brought up as long as they are tasteful (I am not a fan of overtly sexual stuff though.. I'm honestly comfortable keeping it PG), and I will happily keep it platonic if it makes no sense for romance :)
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