Scrivenshafts

A Tale of Seven Children

This sounds really interesting! I'll work on a character after work.

The Silent War---OPEN

ohhh! This looks good! I'm gonna work on a character sheet! ^_^

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@cherrywitch Nah, you didn't! Spade just heard him speak and was kinda looking for the source since she was passed out and all that was there was a stuffed bunny. Sorry, I was confusing with that!

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Spade gasped as he regained consciousness. Where once had been painful burns, bruises, and scraps was now gentle cooling that seemed to pulsate with his heart beat. Second to his sudden healing his thoughts turned to his now dead horse. Stupid. He should have waited to rush past the beast until he was sure it was down. Now his horse was surely broken at the bottom of the ravine.
"I told you not to overdo it! If you didn't have the strength, you should've said so... You'll be fine... just rest up..." (@Cherrywitch) A small but bold voice brought Spade from his thoughts. His eyes flashed open he was laying on the wagon. Sitting up he saw a young girl slumped to the floor of the wagon next to him. Her white hair cascaded across her face hiding her eyes. A tattered doll rabbit sat in her lap staring at him?
Suddenly Spade remembered again that the beast had not been down last he remembered. He quickly shifted to a kneeling position to look out of the wagon. He saw what appeared to be a glowing suit of armor walking... hovering away from the scorched and ooze covered stone. A darkly garbed man pulled himself into the wagon tossing complaints about the metal golem.
"It might be strong, but I'm hardly convinced that hollow metal creature's even the slightest bit clever." (@emu) a noble boy chided. Spade's crooked smile altered his face as he saw the pale green of the boy's face. He was terrified.
"Oh? Not clever? Surely the magic suit of armor is clever enough to hold himself together. So why can't he be clever in other ways?" Spade said pulling himself off the ground and extending a hand toward the boy. "Oh, I'm Spade by the way. Sorry I'm late. But you all know the atrocity of the noble politics."

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@SanaChan Sorry! I'm still new to this and wasn't sure when I should post again. I'll post in the morning! So sorry for the delay~

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I used to do a drive of 14-16 hours straight through the night... That was dreadful.

@SanaChan The fires fine! Spade is just slightly singed now. Hope my post wasn't tooo long. I was trying to catch up and it turned out a tad on the long side!

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Spade bent lower over his deep brown horse, Kynder, speeding up as the sun touched the horizon. He needed to reach the group before the sun completely winked out. Losing light near the Dead Woods was normally deadly. Either he finds them before the sun goes down or he waits till morning a safe distance from the forest. It’d do no one any good to get killed on a fool’s errand through the inky forest.
Spade’s eyebrows furrowed as he remembered the events leading up to this hasty ride. The Quinn’s were a prominent, wealthy, and politically charged family but what they didn’t have was a presence on this mission. They wanted to benefit and bask in the glory of a completed mission. Spade snorted with their self absorbed egos. As the least favorite item in all of their mansion they were quick to offer him as the fodder to their rise. The silver goblets were regarded more precious than their own son. He wasn’t the daughter they wanted and he had a strange form of magic that made them uneasy. Spade smirked at their discomfort. 
Despite their feelings about him they felt the need to send a Quinn to bring praise to the family and so after bribes, negotiations, and other political nonsense Spade was sent. Late. They sent him late. And now he was trying to make up for it.
Wind whistled past his ears while he squinted ahead. The first of the Dead Wood’s trees were coming into view after hours of driving Kinder mercilessly. Spade didn’t like working her this hard but there wasn’t much of a choice. If they got across the Crag then his chances of finding them was near nothing.
A low whining whistle broke the silence from the nearing trees. A howl? Definitely, but of what? Undoubtedly some monstrous beasts the Crag had spit up. A sinking feeling filled Spade’s gut. The party was probably the reason for the howl. He cursed and urged Kynder faster. Why’d they enter the forest this close to dark? Nobles. Their pride will be the undoing of them all. They think they own everything. They thought that they could tell mother nature when to rain and when it wasn’t allowed. Unfortunately some could actually do it and that didn’t help matters whatsoever.
Spade hit the edge of the forest and didn’t slow whatsoever. He kept barreling through the darkening woods. Soon the carnage of a battle spread out before him. Fire, spikes of ice, and bodies of rotting wolves filled the path making Kynder’s footing waver. Flicking the reigns Spade urged her to jump a particularly jagged spike of ice.
“Their ice caster is pretty strong.” Spade muttered as he strained his ears for the group. He thought he could just make out their shouts up ahead. Kinder snorted fearfully as they passed a wolf that was just hanging on to life. Spade felt alive. This is what it was like to live not the infernal politics of the inner city. You only truly lived when you were closer to death. 
Suddenly there were walls of fire along the sides of the road. Spade leaned low holding Kinder’s mane and whispered in her ear. “It’s ok. It’s ok. Just a bit of fire Kynder. That’a girl, Kynder.” 

Then the wolves came. They were trapped between fire. They were scared, hungry, and mad. “Crap.” Spade said sitting back in the saddle. He quickly drew his Tarot Deck from the pocket in his sleeve and flipped the top one over swiftly. He momentarily glanced down to see three cups with three women above them.

Three of Cups.

Spade focused on the three mutated wolves on one side. Lowering the glowing card down at arms length he then thrust his arm straight up into the air. The reaction was immediate as three geysers of boiling water shot up. Spade smirked as the three wolves were propelled twenty feet into the air. Kynder and Spade flew underneath ignoring the other mutts. A satisfying yelp sounding from behind when they crashed back to the ground.

He could see the wagon now. The horses were in a panicked rush obviously scared from what they had just gone through. Spade was just allowing a smile of victory cross his lips when the monstrous bipedal creature crashed out of the trees. Charging forward Spade watched the party careen onto the bridge the monster closing in. A wall of fire sprang up but the festering creature didn’t hesitate in the slightest. It stomped out some of the flames and Spade pushed Kynder to jump through the remaining small ones.
Spade knew if the creature reached the wagon it was going to go over the edge. He flipped another card praying for an easy solution.

Four of Pentacles.

Spade pointed the glowing card forward. A four cornered star appeared in the air before him. It shined of gold and fire. Then it shot off slamming into the legs of the beast and the stone beneath it. There was a resounding crack as the stone split and dropped a couple feet. The beast, stumbling from the explosion on its legs, fell hard on its face. Seeing his chance he urge Kynder past the fallen creature. They were going to make it! He did it!
Then the muscular arm of the creature spun around smashing into the side of Kynder. Spade was thrown from the saddle forcefully. Seemingly in slow motion Spade turned over in the air. He watched Kynder thrown into the air with the force of the impact sending her over the edge of the bridge. Then it all sped up again and he whipped around slamming into the stone bouncing and skidding forward toward the wagon.



It hurt.

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Spade

Name: Spade
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Rank: Noble
Species: Human

Ability: Card Casting/Combat Divination.

Appearance: Spade is 6’ tall. He is thin with a shaggy mop of blonde hair. His icy blue eyes are constantly vigilant and analyzing. Spade normally wears a jacket with a white shirt underneath.
Whenever he is idle or a task doesn’t require his hands he is constantly shuffling a tattered deck of red tarot cards.

Personality: Spade is a passionate, loving individual. He is confident in his skin and isn’t intimidated easily. However all of this is a facade hiding a deep sorrow. It can be seen in his eyes sometimes or in the way his smile falters. His sadness comes from the death of his younger sister and the blame he puts on himself. Because of this he is quick to help or protect someone that reminds him of his sister. Spade has an urgency to his life. A live life in the moment mentality because he knows his days are numbered. He knows how he will die. The Death Tarot Card. When he draws it, while casting, his life force will be reclaimed by the Fates. Each time he draws he knows it could be his last breath. This has given him nerves of steel, usually. Or at least the presence to not let it show.
Spade has a dark sense of humor that was bred from his early life. He is quite sarcastic though caring when it is needed or earned.

History: His name was Amor Quinn. His early years were that of nobility. That is until the family realized he didn’t have the necessary ability to be worth anything. At the age of eight he was cast out into the grimy alleys. He raised himself from then on surviving on stolen food, pilfered coin, and quick wits. When he was 15 he touched his first Tarot card and once again his life was changed. While he has a Tarot Deck in his hand he can cast, while without it he can’t even make the faintest spark. He gained his deck from some strange women he ran into on one of his excursions into the woods. He assumes they were the Fates. At this point he changed his name from Amor Quinn to Spade. Upon discovering his talents his family reopened their arms to him as if nothing had happened. This left a sour taste in his mouth that added to his anger from being kicked out. But he wasn’t an idiot and accepted his place back into the society of the easy life. Spade kept a cool demeanor around the elite but was thankful he didn’t have to pilfer to live. Despite this rebound of rank Spade found himself in the slums more often than not. Back in his old clothes, back to his small shack, back to the people that loved because they cared not because of political intrigue. He despises the aristocrat mentality and is sure that is why much of The Empire struggles. Eventually Spade is convinced the Nobles won’t have anything beneath them to hold them up. Then the table would be evened again. This pleasantry is what holds his anger at bay and allows him to coast through the Nobility and thrive in their shadow with the common folk.
His sister’s death affects Spade more than he will ever acknowledge. When he was six and she was three they were running through the halls in their family’s establishment. His sister, Isobel, lost her footing and careened down a steep flight of stone steps. Spade missed her arm by inches and instead of saving her had the image of her falling down the stairs burned into his memory. He knew if he had had magic he could have saved her. But he didn’t. Now that he does he tries his best to save others to make up for Isobel’s lost life. Many times pushing himself past his own physical limits to ensure that someone else was safe.

Extra: Spade is proficient with some weapons from his time on the streets. As well as the times his Deck thinks he needs a melee weapon. His favorite physical weapons are daggers. His favorite magic ones are pole arms and rapiers.

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I'm going to try to post as soon as I can today! I've been driving all day... .-.

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I'm not sure how to post a picture here as of yet. However, I changed my Avatar picture to that of my Character for easy reference.

Spade

Name: Spade
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Rank: Noble
Species: Human

Ability: Card Casting/Combat Divination.

Appearance: Spade is 6’ tall. He is thin with a shaggy mop of blonde hair. His icy blue eyes are constantly vigilant and analyzing. Spade normally wears a jacket with a white shirt underneath.
Whenever he is idle or a task doesn’t require his hands he is constantly shuffling a tattered deck of red tarot cards.

Personality: Spade is a passionate, loving individual. He is confident in his skin and isn’t intimidated easily. However all of this is a facade hiding a deep sorrow. It can be seen in his eyes sometimes or in the way his smile falters. His sadness comes from the death of his younger sister and the blame he puts on himself. Because of this he is quick to help or protect someone that reminds him of his sister. Spade has an urgency to his life. A live life in the moment mentality because he knows his days are numbered. He knows how he will die. The Death Tarot Card. When he draws it, while casting, his life force will be reclaimed by the Fates. Each time he draws he knows it could be his last breath. This has given him nerves of steel, usually. Or at least the presence to not let it show.
Spade has a dark sense of humor that was bred from his early life. He is quite sarcastic though caring when it is needed or earned.

History: His name was Amor Quinn. His early years were that of nobility. That is until the family realized he didn’t have the necessary ability to be worth anything. At the age of eight he was cast out into the grimy alleys. He raised himself from then on surviving on stolen food, pilfered coin, and quick wits. When he was 15 he touched his first Tarot card and once again his life was changed. While he has a Tarot Deck in his hand he can cast, while without it he can’t even make the faintest spark. He gained his deck from some strange women he ran into on one of his excursions into the woods. He assumes they were the Fates. At this point he changed his name from Amor Quinn to Spade. Upon discovering his talents his family reopened their arms to him as if nothing had happened. This left a sour taste in his mouth that added to his anger from being kicked out. But he wasn’t an idiot and accepted his place back into the society of the easy life. Spade kept a cool demeanor around the elite but was thankful he didn’t have to pilfer to live. Despite this rebound of rank Spade found himself in the slums more often than not. Back in his old clothes, back to his small shack, back to the people that loved because they cared not because of political intrigue. He despises the aristocrat mentality and is sure that is why much of The Empire struggles. Eventually Spade is convinced the Nobles won’t have anything beneath them to hold them up. Then the table would be evened again. This pleasantry is what holds his anger at bay and allows him to coast through the Nobility and thrive in their shadow with the common folk.
His sister’s death affects Spade more than he will ever acknowledge. When he was six and she was three they were running through the halls in their family’s establishment. His sister, Isobel, lost her footing and careened down a steep flight of stone steps. Spade missed her arm by inches and instead of saving her had the image of her falling down the stairs burned into his memory. He knew if he had had magic he could have saved her. But he didn’t. Now that he does he tries his best to save others to make up for Isobel’s lost life. Many times pushing himself past his own physical limits to ensure that someone else was safe.

Extra: Spade is proficient with some weapons from his time on the streets. As well as the times his Deck thinks he needs a melee weapon. His favorite physical weapons are daggers. His favorite magic ones are pole arms and rapiers.