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Forever-GM of forum roleplaying games. What can I say? I like making worlds for people to play in.
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"R-Right," the boy stuttered. "It's not too far north of here. In fact, we could probably see the town from outside." He peered out the window to locate the inn, then turned back to the princess. "Do you think you can walk? Or do you wish me to carry you if your injuries are persisting?"
The princess nearly swooned at the thought of this strong, handsome man carrying her. If she were lucky, he'd pick her up in his arms instead of drape her over his back. She bit her lip to keep from making any unladylike noises. "Could you carry me please? I'm not sure I can walk just yet," came her breathless reply.
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Meanwhile, a few miles away...
"What happened out there?"
"I'm sorry, commander. She got away."
"So I gathered. How?"
"The prisoner knocked herself out after rolling down the cliff. No sane man would have followed down the same path, so we hiked down to the base of the mountain. When we finally got there, she was gone."
"Dead or unconscious people don't move around. She must have had help. Did you search the villagers in that area?"
"We- we didn't think to."
"Get on it."
"Yes commander."
The soldier scurried away. Fairmont blew a hair away and returned to studying the maps. Patience. These are the tools I have to work with. Make them work. Who would have helped the princess? Or, more precisely, who wouldn't have helped the princess?
The princess nearly swooned at the thought of this strong, handsome man carrying her. If she were lucky, he'd pick her up in his arms instead of drape her over his back. She bit her lip to keep from making any unladylike noises. "Could you carry me please? I'm not sure I can walk just yet," came her breathless reply.
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Meanwhile, a few miles away...
"What happened out there?"
"I'm sorry, commander. She got away."
"So I gathered. How?"
"The prisoner knocked herself out after rolling down the cliff. No sane man would have followed down the same path, so we hiked down to the base of the mountain. When we finally got there, she was gone."
"Dead or unconscious people don't move around. She must have had help. Did you search the villagers in that area?"
"We- we didn't think to."
"Get on it."
"Yes commander."
The soldier scurried away. Fairmont blew a hair away and returned to studying the maps. Patience. These are the tools I have to work with. Make them work. Who would have helped the princess? Or, more precisely, who wouldn't have helped the princess?
Lore: The Two Factions
There are two kingdoms currently at war: Dragan, the southern kingdom, and Fellmore, the northern kingdom. The war started when the combined armies of men and orcs marched on Dragan to seize land, food, and slaves. Some have speculated that the Fellmorans were driven by drought and desperation, while others place the blame on their new queen, Lady Madeline Grey, whose radical counter-racism has whipped the orcs into a frenzy. Whatever their reasons, the Draganites have found themselves hard-pressed for trained soldiers to fight in the war.
Dragan is ruled by King Jacuras Brinhildr, bastard son of Alexander Dragan. How he got the throne...is a long story, starting at the end of the First Void War. He has only one child so far, a daughter named Amalthea. The kingdom is reasonably well-run, though technology is lacking in suburban areas. More troubling is the tactical incomptence displayed by commanders at the highest level. Fellmoran commanders aren't much better, but they have a rising star in a rogue Draganite called Fairmont. If Fairmont gets promoted, things could get very difficult for the Draganites.
There are two kingdoms currently at war: Dragan, the southern kingdom, and Fellmore, the northern kingdom. The war started when the combined armies of men and orcs marched on Dragan to seize land, food, and slaves. Some have speculated that the Fellmorans were driven by drought and desperation, while others place the blame on their new queen, Lady Madeline Grey, whose radical counter-racism has whipped the orcs into a frenzy. Whatever their reasons, the Draganites have found themselves hard-pressed for trained soldiers to fight in the war.
Dragan is ruled by King Jacuras Brinhildr, bastard son of Alexander Dragan. How he got the throne...is a long story, starting at the end of the First Void War. He has only one child so far, a daughter named Amalthea. The kingdom is reasonably well-run, though technology is lacking in suburban areas. More troubling is the tactical incomptence displayed by commanders at the highest level. Fellmoran commanders aren't much better, but they have a rising star in a rogue Draganite called Fairmont. If Fairmont gets promoted, things could get very difficult for the Draganites.
Oh and I don't know about that Snow White anime at all.
Good, that means I can use the main character's picture. xD
Seriously though, you need to watch that anime. It's hands-down one of the most satisfying romance animes (or any romance) I've seen in years. It's clean and sweet, the couple is cute together, and they actually get together. It's amazing. There are only a couple other animes on the market that come close, "From Me To You" and "Ah My Goddess."
EDIT: Corrected the spelling of anime titles.
Also finally settled on a great picture for the princess. Screw the white hair - this one just looks like her, and I can't stop imagining her looking like this.
Also, I think you're gonna like my villain. >:)
Also, I think you're gonna like my villain. >:)
You familiar with the anime Snow White with the Red Hair?
Lore: Durvain University
Once upon a time, magical healing was seen as a cushy profession. Learn a simple stitching spell, patch people up, and let others do the heavy lifting. It was easy, safe, and rewarding. Then, during the Second Void War, Erudessa Durvain began to make her debut. Unlike any other healer before her, she'd learned the secrets of Resurrection.
This will require a little explanation. A human consists of three major parts: body, soul, and spirit. The soul is your essence, that which makes you you. It is your mind, your thoughts. The brain is the body's interface between body and soul. Your spirit anchors your soul to your body. Magic, by the way, is casting part of your spirit outside your body. Anyway, when the body's integrity falls below the threshold of viability (e.g. beheading), the spirit begins to detach from the body.
This takes about 7 seconds.
Erudessa Durvain had a theory that if bodily integrity could be restored and the spirit reattached, the individual would not die. This is all well and good except for one critical problem: healing mortal injuries normally takes hours or days, not seconds. But Erudessa was immortal, and she studied and practiced the healing arts until she could do it. When she tested her theory during the War, it worked exactly as predicted.
Years later, when she was able to settle down and return to normal life again, she started training other healers. Within a few decades, she was no longer the only person alive who could perform a resurrection. Durvain's healers quickly became renowned as the best in the world, bar none. Lesser healers either had to adapt or change professions. Erudessa Durvain took advantage of this opportunity to make a little money and started a university in her name.
To this day, Durvain University continues to uphold its reputation for excellence.
Once upon a time, magical healing was seen as a cushy profession. Learn a simple stitching spell, patch people up, and let others do the heavy lifting. It was easy, safe, and rewarding. Then, during the Second Void War, Erudessa Durvain began to make her debut. Unlike any other healer before her, she'd learned the secrets of Resurrection.
This will require a little explanation. A human consists of three major parts: body, soul, and spirit. The soul is your essence, that which makes you you. It is your mind, your thoughts. The brain is the body's interface between body and soul. Your spirit anchors your soul to your body. Magic, by the way, is casting part of your spirit outside your body. Anyway, when the body's integrity falls below the threshold of viability (e.g. beheading), the spirit begins to detach from the body.
This takes about 7 seconds.
Erudessa Durvain had a theory that if bodily integrity could be restored and the spirit reattached, the individual would not die. This is all well and good except for one critical problem: healing mortal injuries normally takes hours or days, not seconds. But Erudessa was immortal, and she studied and practiced the healing arts until she could do it. When she tested her theory during the War, it worked exactly as predicted.
Years later, when she was able to settle down and return to normal life again, she started training other healers. Within a few decades, she was no longer the only person alive who could perform a resurrection. Durvain's healers quickly became renowned as the best in the world, bar none. Lesser healers either had to adapt or change professions. Erudessa Durvain took advantage of this opportunity to make a little money and started a university in her name.
To this day, Durvain University continues to uphold its reputation for excellence.
"My name is Solomon," the boy replied. "I'm a courier for a local lord. We are on a farm just outside the village of Pi-Hol."
A local lord? Could that be old Fardsworth? No wonder the place looks run-down.
Solomon ran a hand through his hair as he considered his options. "Look, if people are out to get you, and if you think the injuries can still get to you, we should bunk in PI-Hol's inn. I'll pay for everything. The only thing I want you to worry about is staying alive."
Amalthea's heart fluttered again. Aw! He's so sweet! I should reward him somehow when I get out of this mess. She nodded. "Thank you so much."
Then, he knelt to her side and gazed at her with those kind, beautiful eyes. A warm smile graced his lips. She could have sworn her heart skipped a beat. "So, what is your name, fair maiden?" he asked.
The princess gazed back at him, contemplating how much reward she could offer without getting into trouble. But first, she had to give him a name. "It- it's Amalthea. Princess Amalthea. Of Dragan. In...the capital. It's nice to- I mean, it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance."
Much as she struggled not to smile, it continued its relentless march up her cheeks until she was all pearly whites and twirling hair on a finger. If she had a fan, she'd be flapping it furiously at this point. "Can you, perhaps, show me the way?" she asked, dropping her tone to a more flirtatious level.
A local lord? Could that be old Fardsworth? No wonder the place looks run-down.
Solomon ran a hand through his hair as he considered his options. "Look, if people are out to get you, and if you think the injuries can still get to you, we should bunk in PI-Hol's inn. I'll pay for everything. The only thing I want you to worry about is staying alive."
Amalthea's heart fluttered again. Aw! He's so sweet! I should reward him somehow when I get out of this mess. She nodded. "Thank you so much."
Then, he knelt to her side and gazed at her with those kind, beautiful eyes. A warm smile graced his lips. She could have sworn her heart skipped a beat. "So, what is your name, fair maiden?" he asked.
The princess gazed back at him, contemplating how much reward she could offer without getting into trouble. But first, she had to give him a name. "It- it's Amalthea. Princess Amalthea. Of Dragan. In...the capital. It's nice to- I mean, it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance."
Much as she struggled not to smile, it continued its relentless march up her cheeks until she was all pearly whites and twirling hair on a finger. If she had a fan, she'd be flapping it furiously at this point. "Can you, perhaps, show me the way?" she asked, dropping her tone to a more flirtatious level.
The princess lowered her gaze and picked at the straw on the floor. I was wounded and close to death? By the gods...I could use this. Maybe he'll pamper me if I play it up a little. Besides, I definitely might still suffer some ill effects from my injuries! Yes, I'll run with that.
She put a hand to her forehead and swayed a little. "I might still succumb. I don't know. I feel a little dizzy. Some very bad men stole something very important from me and tried to murder me."
The barn wasn't exactly the cleanest place to be hosting a patient. Dirt, grime, straw, and the occasional defacation stain made the place reek. The cows hardly smelled much better. Out here in the village of Pi-Hol, the nearest trained healer was a full day's (or two) walk away at the city Diamont, and most people simply died before they could get halfway there. And before you ask, no, the Matriarch Hilda was a quack who thought drinking poop mixed with orange juice could cure anything and that bleeding out was a perfectly acceptable treatment for blood loss. Princess Amalthea had heard of her during another outbreak of the Plague.
"Where am I, exactly?" the princess added. "And...what is your name, kind sir?"
She put a hand to her forehead and swayed a little. "I might still succumb. I don't know. I feel a little dizzy. Some very bad men stole something very important from me and tried to murder me."
The barn wasn't exactly the cleanest place to be hosting a patient. Dirt, grime, straw, and the occasional defacation stain made the place reek. The cows hardly smelled much better. Out here in the village of Pi-Hol, the nearest trained healer was a full day's (or two) walk away at the city Diamont, and most people simply died before they could get halfway there. And before you ask, no, the Matriarch Hilda was a quack who thought drinking poop mixed with orange juice could cure anything and that bleeding out was a perfectly acceptable treatment for blood loss. Princess Amalthea had heard of her during another outbreak of the Plague.
"Where am I, exactly?" the princess added. "And...what is your name, kind sir?"
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