"Yes, I've been looking for a cure for months." Turgen said, he was always one to trust fast and regret later, "Lead the way, and i'm Turgen just so you know, whats your name?"
"Aye, I forgot about that, my name is Ardin. Follow me then, I can show you where he is." Ardin replied. "He is a bit.. Odd, so be warned."
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I wish I had spelled my name right all that time ago...
Use the Ring Luke, he who controls the Ring controls the raptors~ Dumbledore
((Fair enough. We'll just say he noticed when looking at the limp body, and spotted the teeth. I imagined vampirism as being evident, pale skin and reddening of the eyes when the creature becomes weak. ))
"Aye, but you stalking folks won't be alright, you better watch yourself. You're lucky I was but a farm hand, a true Schot soldier would not have had mercy like that." He sighed. "I think I may know where ye can get some help, there is an old man here that come from the far away lands, he might know a cure, but finding it would be quite the task. I'll help you on it, if ye are up for it."
Ardins master and him had come to this village to trade some time ago, when he was still employed. He knew some of the locals. The man he was talking about was a Sholan priest, stranded because of losing the use of one of his legs. He alone might know a way to help, certainly Schot priests had no idea of how to help.
Karthra smiled at the girl, she sure was sweet for being such a savage.
"I should be around for at least a few days, perhaps we could meet in the pub to further discuss my travel arrangements.
((Another short post, once again you have my sincerest apologies. I'm still sorting out Internet problems.))
"Aye, that's a fine idea!" Laire replied, finishing her statement with, "I hope to see you there soon, ma'am!". Laire could sense that this woman was busy, and she didn't want to hold her for too long. As many could attest, her questions and comments would usually drag on for many hours, and if it were not for the need to sleep, those who met her would surely be preoccupied for days.
Before Kartha left the shop, Laire had already pranced past her. What a wonderful day it was! Then again, everyday was fairly wonderful in her mind. But where to go now? It was rare that she should need to ask herself that question. First, she looked towards the Phoenix. Something told her not to go towards it. She couldn’t figure out what it was, usually she’d do whatever she wanted to. Perhaps she was listening to what her father would say, although she had not done so often before. Perhaps there was a primordial instinct to stay away from fire and large beasts. Whatever it was, she did not approach the Phoenix at the Wall. Instead, she decided to run around the town, spreading the news of the Phoenix’ arrival.
Leif jumped down off the wall, rolling when he hit the ground so that he didn’t injure his body. He then started off through the town, taking in everything that he could. From the streets, he could see that the village was not as advanced as his own Garlant hometown, but far more advanced than the examples of Shcot villages that were used for Garlant training. He made sure to remember as many details as he possibly could, this alone would be a great benefit to the Garlant attack force.
((I am thinking or writing in this universe for my writing group, it should be fun. Won't use the same charries most likely.))
((Do tell more! Also, it looks like my Internet problem won't be as big of a problem any more. Still a problem, just a smaller one))
Laire rushed swiftly into a building, her hair bouncing off of her finely-embroidered dress. It was a small store, although she couldn't quite recall what was being sold within the stone walls of this particular building. She liked to claim that she knew every inch of the town, and that was nearly true. She had been to every store, multiple times throughout her childhood. Her explorations had always been wide-spread, and they had been encouraged by everyone she met. Her father had known that the townspeople were nice enough, and that they would respect her as the daughter of the Chief, even when she was too young to realize the importance her father had. She had been to the barracks, the administrative buildings, the top of the walls. She had been allowed to go to most of the village, but on occasion, her visits were technically disallowed. That rarely held her from her escapades, though.
After entering the building, she noticed several men sitting at a table, with a few bottles of whiskey and a game of Ghurlock. Ghurlock is a common game among the Shcots, consisting of 48 twigs and three rocks. Each person takes a twig at random, and then a rock is given out to the person with the largest and and the person with the smallest twig. Each player takes turns taking another twig from the remainign pile, until every player has an equal number of twigs. Now, the game truly begins. Discreet ransactions are made around the table, either with twigs or stones. The “Giver” is the one who provides the twig/stone and the “Taker” is he who receives it. The Giver can give any number of twigs, but all players must always have one item in their possession at all times and they must always give an item. There are three ways to be eliminated (If a player loses all of their items, if a player has two stones at one time, or if a player is caught passing a stone). This particular match did not appear very lively, but Laire spoke with her usual enthusiasm.
“There’s a Phoenix on the walls! Ye should go see it!” Laire exclaimed. The men smiled, but none of them moved to leave their game. Laire was somewhat confused, but she could sense that the men were waiting for her to leave. “Well, enjoy your game anyways!” Laire said, waving her goodbyes as she walked out the door. She looked around her nearby village, but she was unsure where to go.
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Leif was still noticing a busy day in the village, but many people were slowly flowing towards the Phoenix. Leif thought to where he would go if he was searching for news. Of course, the first place to go would be the barracks, but he doubted that he would be allowed into a Shcot military establishment. With many of the nearby stores emptied, he decided his best bet was at the bar.
Leif was not an avid drinker, barely even an occasional drinker. He drank when his friends in the barracks drank, but not much more. So when he walked into the bar, he was shocked by the disorder, and the dirt. It was nothing like the bar at his barracks. Savages, he scowled. The bar was, surprisingly, rather empty. He had heard that the Shcots were heavy drinkers. Perhaps this town had different customs than those that had been studied previously.
Leif took a seat at the bar, flagging down the bar tender, who immediately brought him a drink. Leif noted that there were no questions, as if this was the only thing he could possibly want here. As if the bar tender had started the drink before he had entered the bar. This was something he would factor into his assessment of the Shcots.
((Do tell more! Also, it looks like my Internet problem won't be as big of a problem any more. Still a problem, just a smaller one))
Laire rushed swiftly into a building, her hair bouncing off of her finely-embroidered dress. It was a small store, although she couldn't quite recall what was being sold within the stone walls of this particular building. She liked to claim that she knew every inch of the town, and that was nearly true. She had been to every store, multiple times throughout her childhood. Her explorations had always been wide-spread, and they had been encouraged by everyone she met. Her father had known that the townspeople were nice enough, and that they would respect her as the daughter of the Chief, even when she was too young to realize the importance her father had. She had been to the barracks, the administrative buildings, the top of the walls. She had been allowed to go to most of the village, but on occasion, her visits were technically disallowed. That rarely held her from her escapades, though.
After entering the building, she noticed several men sitting at a table, with a few bottles of whiskey and a game of Ghurlock. Ghurlock is a common game among the Shcots, consisting of 48 twigs and three rocks. Each person takes a twig at random, and then a rock is given out to the person with the largest and and the person with the smallest twig. Each player takes turns taking another twig from the remainign pile, until every player has an equal number of twigs. Now, the game truly begins. Discreet ransactions are made around the table, either with twigs or stones. The “Giver” is the one who provides the twig/stone and the “Taker” is he who receives it. The Giver can give any number of twigs, but all players must always have one item in their possession at all times and they must always give an item. There are three ways to be eliminated (If a player loses all of their items, if a player has two stones at one time, or if a player is caught passing a stone). This particular match did not appear very lively, but Laire spoke with her usual enthusiasm.
“There’s a Phoenix on the walls! Ye should go see it!” Laire exclaimed. The men smiled, but none of them moved to leave their game. Laire was somewhat confused, but she could sense that the men were waiting for her to leave. “Well, enjoy your game anyways!” Laire said, waving her goodbyes as she walked out the door. She looked around her nearby village, but she was unsure where to go.
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Leif was still noticing a busy day in the village, but many people were slowly flowing towards the Phoenix. Leif thought to where he would go if he was searching for news. Of course, the first place to go would be the barracks, but he doubted that he would be allowed into a Shcot military establishment. With many of the nearby stores emptied, he decided his best bet was at the bar.
Leif was not an avid drinker, barely even an occasional drinker. He drank when his friends in the barracks drank, but not much more. So when he walked into the bar, he was shocked by the disorder, and the dirt. It was nothing like the bar at his barracks. Savages, he scowled. The bar was, surprisingly, rather empty. He had heard that the Shcots were heavy drinkers. Perhaps this town had different customs than those that had been studied previously.
Leif took a seat at the bar, flagging down the bar tender, who immediately brought him a drink. Leif noted that there were no questions, as if this was the only thing he could possibly want here. As if the bar tender had started the drink before he had entered the bar. This was something he would factor into his assessment of the Shcots.
((Not much to tell as of yet. The written version would contain more magic than currently planned and possibly another race.))
A cloaked figure sat beside him, removing her hood to reveal Karthra. The bartender started to set down the drink.
"Do me a favor would you? Fetch me a pint instead."
The surprised man smiled. "A big drink for the lady, com'n right up."
After he left, she turned to Leif.
"I may have found us supplies, but it will take longer than expected." She told him, careful to be quiet. "Now that we are here, what should we do?"
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Use the Ring Luke, he who controls the Ring controls the raptors~ Dumbledore
((Not much to tell as of yet. The written version would contain more magic than currently planned and possibly another race.))
A cloaked figure sat beside him, removing her hood to reveal Karthra. The bartender started to set down the drink.
"Do me a favor would you? Fetch me a pint instead."
The surprised man smiled. "A big drink for the lady, com'n right up."
After he left, she turned to Leif.
"I may have found us supplies, but it will take longer than expected." She told him, careful to be quiet. "Now that we are here, what should we do?"
((I was thinking a little while back that maybe we should add some tribes kind of like the one from King Solomon's Mines))
"I'm thinking there's a lot to learn from this town," Leif said, thinking for a moment. He then added, "We need to stay here for a while. I think this may be the best that the Shcots have to offer." Leif was fairly certain that there was more to discover, deeper within the town. Secrets to be uncovered, and tricks to be learned.
"Perhaps, your plan seems like a good one." She smiled for the first time around Leif. "I like the idea of staying here, I have some business to attend to tomorrow."
"Perhaps, your plan seems like a good one." She smiled for the first time around Leif. "I like the idea of staying here, I have some business to attend to tomorrow."
"Very well. We'll meet at the Mercenary's - his name is Kyle - We'll meet at Kyle's abode at the end of today. I want to see who else I'll meet at this bar," Leif replied. He sensed that his position as commander was not being fully respected, but he also recognized there was little he could do about it. Kartha had a strong personality, perhaps stronger than his own, but she wasn't arrogant or insistent. Leif drank his drink as slowly as possible not wanting to need another one to explain his stay. The longer he was here, the more Shcot barbarians he could meet, and the more he could learn of their ways. Soon the Shcots would fall, and the Garlants would be all the better for it.
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Finally, Laire realized why she had not gone to the Phoenix immediately. She had felt the calling to tell others of the find. She had wanted to share the joy. Now, she began to run, not sprinting but at least jogging, as quickly as she could, which was not as quickly as she would have liked. The skirt she wore was not made to encourage running. If only she could have been a boy, who could wear those fancy Fairlan pants. As she ran, she hoped that the Phoenix had not departed yet. The streets were still rather empty, which filled her with a sense of hope, as it could mean that there was still a crowd observing the Phoenix. She could sense her adrenaline rise as she turned the final corner, the corner which brought her into sight of that majestic bird.
"I assure you sir, the meeting is for good reason." Karthra said, noting the slight look of discouragement on his face. Weather anger, worry or wonder, she had no idea.
"If I can secure horses and arms, you will be quite pleased. The mounts of the Shcots are sturdy and strong. Now, if it is entirely alright with you, I wish to find something to allow me to blend a bit better. I've used the cloak to hide my torn clothing all day, apparently none of these savages know what pants are."
{Fancy spacing like commando knows how to do}
Ardin leads Tugen throughout the village. They arrive to the back half, where trees still grow and the noise of the village is faint.
Walking to a stone house on a hill, Ardin is wondering. Was the man still alive? Had he indeed moved to Orma once transport was available?
He met this man as a boy, coming here with his father long ago. He was a kind and wise soul, bringing good advise and wisdom wherever he went, such were most Orman priests and monks. These men spent most of their lives reading, writing, teaching and praying.
"He ought to be here." Ardin assured Turgen, then began knocking. "Anything ya want to know before we go in?"
((Is Phoenix idle for now Ant? I could involve him in a planned story line. By the way every one, I think the actual conflict of Terma is distant, this world needs explored first.))
"No" Turgen said, he prepared himself mentally and waited until a short, gray haired old man opened the door slowly, leaning heavily on a worn cane made out of oak. "What brings such warriors to my abode this day?" The man asked in a deep, slow voice.
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Question: So, if The Trigaln are similar to dragons, do they have wings at their shoulders, like horrible reptilian angels of death? Just wanted to ask for future reference. In case i want to join...
Question: So, if The Trigaln are similar to dragons, do they have wings at their shoulders, like horrible reptilian angels of death? Just wanted to ask for future reference. In case i want to join...
((Now they just sound like Chtulhu!))
Leif nodded towards Kartha as she left, then turned to look around the bar. There were a few men over in the corner. They seemed strong and, most definitely, drunk. Drunken folk often gave away information they probably shouldn't, Leif knew that even among his barracks, soldiers had been seriously reprimanded for drunken behaviour. Alcohol was not something that one could be immune to, Leif was feeling the effects, albeit minor ones, as what little of the drink he had consumed dissipated into his bloodstream. Despite this, he felt confident enough that he could carry out an interrogation of the Shcots in the corner. Rising to his feet, he walked over towards them, leaving his drink on the counter. He walked with surprising steadiness for someone who was so susceptible to the effects of beer.
"Hello, gentlemen," Leif said, noticing that the "G" was not as firm as usual.
"Hey there, young lad! Are ye sure that yer in the roight place? Shouldn't ye be with the other little kiddies?" one of the men said, his friends bursting into laughter. Leif took it as a kind-hearted jibe. These men seemed jolly enough right now.
"I'm sure I'm in the right place. Although, I am rather new here. Is this the best bar in town?" Leif asked, using more energy to keep his words firm and enunciated. He was trying to slowly edge himself into the conversation.
"Are ye kiddin' me? Nay, this place is terrible! But laddie, where's yer drink?" The man who had spoken before was the one speaking this time as well. He seemed to be the leader of the group in some way. They were all older than Leif, at least in their thirties, possibly mid-forties.
"It's over there on the counter," Leif replied, wondering if he should go get it. He decided against it. "What do you folk do in the village?".
"Whatever in Terma's name we want," the man replied, leaning in as he said it, as though it were a grand, important revelation.
"Which goes to say, we just drink all day," another one of the group added, in a somewhat melodical tone. The rest of the men erupted into laughter, and then began to sing incoherently. The bar seemed much more alive now, though there were nearly no more patrons.
"And the world's better for it," Leif snarked, but the men misinterpreted his remark, some of them interrupting the song to laugh and agree with him. Leif sighed and walked away. Drunken Savages, he thought disdainfully.
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Laire arrived to see the bird cleaning itself. Some of the other people in the crowd were beginning to clear away, but Laire stayed until there were only a handful in attendance. For most, it would have looked like a giant hawk. No longer were there flames on its wings, no longer did the eyes hold a flaming sense of eternal determination, attentiveness. Now the beast was a golden-brown, majestic in its own right, though not as majestic as the full Phoenix. Under the sunlight, the feathers glinted, nearly giving the illusion that the bird was on fire.
Laire felt his presence before she heard it. It was always that way. Children have a way of knowing when their parents are near.
"Laire, what are ye doing here?" the Chief inquired, concern creasing his face. He was in his fifties, but still there was brown hair on his head, only a few grey hairs sneaking through at the edges. His face was wrinkled, specifically around his strong, brown eyes and his small mouth. Laire sighed and turned around, her face displaying a mix of exasperation and despair.
"Father, I'm perfectly fine being here! It's not everyday that a Phoenix comes to the town!" Laire complained, her body language exaggerated and her eyes pleading for freedom. Her father remained stoic and stern.
"Aye, that's true. But neither is it everyday that a Dragon is comin' to attack the town. You stay away from here, and if you hear a Dragon, go hide in the cellars," Laire's father insisted, pulling her away from the scene. She had known that this would be coming, but at least she had seen the Phoenix for a little while. She hadn't seen it in its full glory, wings ablaze, screeching rhythmically. Of course she hadn't. That would be too "dangerous". Laire wished that her father would understand she was no longer a child. She was nearly a full-grown woman, after all! And she would prove that to her father. He would realize that she was an adult. She could take care of herself.
Having left her father behind a while ago, Laire now found herself outside of one of the village's bars. She had no idea if it was a good one, she couldn't remember ever being in it before. Drinking was an adult thing, something her father probably wouldn't approve of. But he would have to.
There were other women in the bar, laughing and talking. She didn't have anyone to talk with, but what did that matter? The bar was where people went to talk, so she would find someone to talk with.
The bar activity had quickly increased within the last few minutes, noted Leif. Some social event in the village must have finished recently, freeing the people to go to their favoured location. This was far closer what Leif had been expecting, and he nearly expected to hear music erupt at any moment. He had now reserved himself to watch the other patrons in the bar, observing how they acted and, more importantly, eavesdropping for any crumbs of information. He continued to sit at the bar, slowly but surely consuming the drink he held in his hand. He turned back to the counter so he could appear less suspicious.
A young woman came and threw herself down on the stool beside him. She looked even younger than he, and Leif gathered from her clothing that she was rather well off. It puzzled him why she was here, alone in this bar, but he gave it no thought as she received a drink from the bartender, who smiled in recognition when he saw her. Leif took another sip from his glass, listening to the most tiresome conversation on the subject of bread he had wished he hadn't heard.
"Why aren't ye out lookin' at the Phoenix?" the young girl asked, swallowing a large gulp of ale after she talked. It was true, these Shcots did have strong natural resistance to alcohol.
"I've seen it before," Leif replied, still trying to figure out why the Shcots were using Cogen Grain instead of Praemis Grain.
"Really? Well, say more!" the girl insisted, her lively attitude getting the better of Leif.
"On my way here. The stupid beast kept interrupting my trip," Leif replied. He took another sip of the drink in front of him.
Laire was somewhat disturbed. This man found the Phoenix "Stupid"? Obviously his day was not going the way he had hoped. Suddenly, the man perked up with a smile. It was a handsome smile, and Laire admitted to herself that he was definitely a handsome man.
"I could ask you the same question, young lady. Why aren't you watching the Phoenix?" Leif said, now realizing that if she belonged to a wealthy family, as her clothing would suggest, then she may well have overheard useful conversations.
"My father won't have it," Laire replied. She drank again.
"Your father? What has he got to do with it?" Leif replied, showing concern for Laire.
"He's the Cheif, ye see. He's always talkin' about safety and danger! Responsibility," Laire replied, shaking her head in disgust. Leif struggled to hide his shock. His luck had brought him in contact with the Chief's daughter. It was hard to get closer to power than this. This opened a whole new row of questioning.
"You're a grown woman. You can do what you want," Leif said, gathering that this was the response the woman would want to hear. If he could just get her to start talking...
"Aye! That's exactly what I think," Laire started to say, but her attention was drawn to a man who had come up beside Leif. Leif turned, and recognised him as the man from the corner earlier. Behind him was the rest of his group. They did not look happy.
"Hello, gentlemen. It's nice to see you again," Leif said, hoping that the looks on their faces was more because of the general state of their lives than anything Leif had done or said.
"Stop yakkin'. My friends and I, we've been thinking. You were giving us an insult, weren't you, you half-face!" the man growled, his anger becoming more and more evident as his speech grew on. Leif wasn't familiar with common Shcot insults, but he could guess that "Half-face" was among them, and probably had something to do with sarcasm.
"All in good fun," Leif replied. Laire started to edge herself off of her seat. Maybe coming to this bar hadn't been such a good idea after all...
"Huh. Yaw, all in good fun. This'll be mighty fun alright," the man said as his hand, far to the side, clenched into a fist.
Well now I know how they fight, Leif thought, bracing himself for the punch.
Everyone in the room was watching as the man's fist made contact with Leif's left cheek. Then the bar erupted into pandemonium.
Setrok has jet black hair and bright, azure blue eyes. He has a rather slim build, good for speed and stealth. Setrok usually dresses in dark, shadowy clothes so that he can easily slip away unnoticed.
Setrok is a mysterious, reserved Landon. He rarely socializes, only visiting the nearby village for supplies. When he is alone, Setrok is very reckless and mischevious, sometimes sly.
Setrok's parents went missing when he was but 5 years old, in the middle of the night. From that day forth, he swore vengeance against all creatures of the umbral night, that which is illuminated only by the distant light of the dim orb called the moon. He was born as a Landon, and is one, but lives in a forest bordering a small Landon village. There, he practices his skills in the art of the art of the crossbow.
Question: So, if The Trigaln are similar to dragons, do they have wings at their shoulders, like horrible reptilian angels of death? Just wanted to ask for future reference. In case i want to join...
((I had not thought of that, it is interesting, but I find that a bit overpowered. Maybe there is a winged variant that is exceedingly rare. @Sea: Let meget back to you soon.))
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I wish I had spelled my name right all that time ago...
Use the Ring Luke, he who controls the Ring controls the raptors~ Dumbledore
As Phoenix cleans himself, he sees a girl that just stands there...staring at him. But soon she is dragged away by the Chief, so Phoenix finishes his cleaning and all the rugged feathers burns to ashes.
Phoenix extends his wings, parts his legs, screeches and takes off. He flies into the forest and soon grabs a Toron. Soon he has eaten it and returns to the Shcot city.
Flying over the city, Phoenix notices that people are making loud noises and things flying out from the windows in one of the houses. As he doesn't really know what is happening, Phoenix lands on top of the building and peaks in with his enormous eye.
((I can make a long post soon, but Toron? What is that?))
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I wish I had spelled my name right all that time ago...
Use the Ring Luke, he who controls the Ring controls the raptors~ Dumbledore
((I had not thought of that, it is interesting, but I find that a bit overpowered. Maybe there is a winged variant that is exceedingly rare. @Sea: Let meget back to you soon.))
HAHA! THEN I SHALL NOW MAKE MY CHARACTER! (a lot of her history is just horrible and screwed up... so.... be prepared... or something.)
Name: Hitomi Gender: Female Faction/race: It's... complicated... Mother is a Fairlan. Her father is technically a Trigaln. I can explain... Age: 14 3/4 Role: Just your non-average misfit that your family condemns to the pits of hell! I can explain... Appearance: She is very beautiful. Her skin has no marks. Her hair takes on a brown color, like the fallen leaves during autumn. Her eyes are a deep blue like the sky. She's of average height, and seems to move gracefully. Bio: Her mother was considered one of the most beautiful Fairlan women (which of course is the reason why her exceedingly shallow father took her as his bride. Don't think she's just some pretty-girl, she's a skilled fighter. Being the (alleged) first born child to the second prince is a high standard to live up to. (The only reason her father was elected again as prince was from bribes and corruption.) She had a hard childhood. With her mother passing away after her birth, and her strict father, who always seemed angry that he had a daughter instead of a son, only made matters worse... Note: Her two different bloods do not agree and cannot mix, so she was born with two hearts. When one beats more than the other, that form takes shape. Her human heart will beat more, while her Trigaln heart remains dormant. info on her trigaln state:
Appearance: Her Trigaln father had wings, so she does too at this state. Her skin takes on and iridescent green/emerald hue as her skin turns into scales. Her teeth end in points, and her eyes turn into yellow snake-eyes.
Now I gots some explaining to do: One night, on their honeymoon, Hitomi's mother and father (ugh) took a stroll through one of the many forests there. Her father had heard rumors of a kappa that granted wishes on the lake. He wanted to use his wish to gain more money, but tricked his wife into thinking he would use the wish to bless them with a child (that b@st@rd. Sorry, just expressing my hatred for this guy.) When they got to the lake, father called out to the "kappa". A shadow emerged in the water. Assuming it was a kappa, father said this: "Greetings, I am the second prince of the Fairlans." "State what you desire" the kappa said in a reptilian voice, for in fact, hidden by the shadows the kappa was a winged-Trigaln, one of the highest "ranking" among their kind. "I wish for piles of gold." Before his wife could object, the "kappa" said: "And do you wish to pay the price for this wish?" "Yes, I shall pay anything, except for my wealth of course." father chuckled. (look I know you're thinking "this guy is horrible!" but just wait until I actually rp with my character.) "Good." The kappa submerged from sight, then leapt into the air, revealing itself for what it truly was. He pounced at father, but father was (sadly) able to dodge his attack. It was mother he struck. "You will pay one way or another." the Trigaln snarled. He took mother, and bit her neck, injecting a venom into her veins, though not one that could kill. He then threw her at father's feet. He quickly picked up his wife, and ran back to the resort for any medical treatment. One thing would never leave his mind. He could've sworn that he heard the "kappa" whisper: "I can finally move on now that I have finally passed on my bloodline..."
Now the actual RP:
Hitomi sprints through the forest. The sound of crunching leaves and cracking branches following her. *huff* *huff* *huff* Her heavy breathing was most likely the only thing giving away her position. Her pursuer was gaining on her. She could hear him. *crackle* *snap* She trips over a tree root, but gets back up with surprising speed and agility. She hears him stumbling as well. He may have taught her all she knows, but he doesn't know all that she knows. Hitomi reaches a dead end. A cliff's edge. "No." she whispers under her breath. "I knew you would turn out his way. Somehow I knew." She turned around. It was her father. "I knew you were some kind of monster. A demon. First you killed your mother, now you kill some random guy off the street." In fact, he was not a random guy, but a criminal. A robber that threatened to kill her if she didn't give him her father's money. But she had done it. She had killed him. She started to freak out. He's right, I'm a monster. She looked down at her hands, covered in the blood of the man that almost killed her. Her father lunged at her with a hidden knife. She took a step back, and they fell...
3 days passed, and messengers around the world were talking about "The demon girl that killed the second Fairlans prince." "The prince's body was found washed on the shore of a river. He died from a blow to the head, possibly from the floor of the river, or possibly from the demon. The demon has not yet been found. Nobody knows exactly what she looks like, so report any demonic activity. Hunts continue..."
A girl's body washed up on the shore of a river far away from the bigger cities. She was alive...
(( I misspelled..It was meant to say Torgon. Gonna fix it now. ))
((Few problems that I should have made clear. My fault mostly. 1: Torgons are tigers the size of a draft horse, making the idea of him killing on like a hawk killing a Jackal. 2: Torgons are native to Orma. 3: They all have spike on their tails for defense. From flying animals. Once "Exploration of Orma" Begins, that will be explained. We'll just say it was a Barlo, or else the phoenix would have to fight and be injured, and also fly thousands of miles to Orma.
@Pigman: I love the amount of detail, but I simply cannot see were a reptile and mammal could, well... You get the idea. Also, These Trigaln are not really capable of speach. Grated intercourse is possible, but no child could be had. I hate to turn this down, but I can't justify it.))
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My mistake. I thought of everything, except for those crucial bits. I'm still going to make a different character though. I WILL RETURN! MUHUHAHAHAHA!!!
Falgn the fire drake flew over the mountains. After awhile he could feel the swords presence. The dragon turned to fly near to the village, he would burn the whole thing if he had to. But he had to get there first.
Karthra started to head back to the bar, remembering Laire's offer. Oddly, the place had become quite noisy as she approached the building.
She entered. There was savages fighting everywhere, and somewhere in the middle was Leif. "Well, I guess I will see how great of a commander I have." She said, leaning against a wall.
The old Sholan let them in, his homes walls were covered in paintings, the entirety of the thatched walls that lined the inside was a mural of the mountains.
"Set down, set down." He smiled, showing them to their cushions on the ground.
"Before you speak, let me read you." He told them, siting down with candles around him.
He was short, his long grey hair but into a braided pony tail. He wore not pants, not a kilt but a robe, a brown robe.
"A Shcot and a Volgorant yes? Ah, your peoples are much alike, and much different. But you two.. You are brothers in blood now aren't you?"
Ardin gulped, the man was eerie in his ways. "Aye, He as' a bit of my blood now. "
"You seek a cure, but of what?" He asked, glancing at Tugen.
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I wish I had spelled my name right all that time ago...
Use the Ring Luke, he who controls the Ring controls the raptors~ Dumbledore
Turgen was not one for diplomacy, subtlety or fine talk. He always cut to the chase, if he need something done he'd do it and nothing else. So he answered the question straight forward, knowing that he could take out this frail old man if needed as well "I'm a Vampire, I require a cure."
"Aye, I forgot about that, my name is Ardin. Follow me then, I can show you where he is." Ardin replied. "He is a bit.. Odd, so be warned."
Use the Ring Luke, he who controls the Ring controls the raptors~ Dumbledore
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"That's fine, i've seen my share of insane people in my time. Lead the way" Turgen said and followed Ardin.
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((Another short post, once again you have my sincerest apologies. I'm still sorting out Internet problems.))
"Aye, that's a fine idea!" Laire replied, finishing her statement with, "I hope to see you there soon, ma'am!". Laire could sense that this woman was busy, and she didn't want to hold her for too long. As many could attest, her questions and comments would usually drag on for many hours, and if it were not for the need to sleep, those who met her would surely be preoccupied for days.
Before Kartha left the shop, Laire had already pranced past her. What a wonderful day it was! Then again, everyday was fairly wonderful in her mind. But where to go now? It was rare that she should need to ask herself that question. First, she looked towards the Phoenix. Something told her not to go towards it. She couldn’t figure out what it was, usually she’d do whatever she wanted to. Perhaps she was listening to what her father would say, although she had not done so often before. Perhaps there was a primordial instinct to stay away from fire and large beasts. Whatever it was, she did not approach the Phoenix at the Wall. Instead, she decided to run around the town, spreading the news of the Phoenix’ arrival.
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Leif jumped down off the wall, rolling when he hit the ground so that he didn’t injure his body. He then started off through the town, taking in everything that he could. From the streets, he could see that the village was not as advanced as his own Garlant hometown, but far more advanced than the examples of Shcot villages that were used for Garlant training. He made sure to remember as many details as he possibly could, this alone would be a great benefit to the Garlant attack force.
((Do tell more! Also, it looks like my Internet problem won't be as big of a problem any more. Still a problem, just a smaller one))
Laire rushed swiftly into a building, her hair bouncing off of her finely-embroidered dress. It was a small store, although she couldn't quite recall what was being sold within the stone walls of this particular building. She liked to claim that she knew every inch of the town, and that was nearly true. She had been to every store, multiple times throughout her childhood. Her explorations had always been wide-spread, and they had been encouraged by everyone she met. Her father had known that the townspeople were nice enough, and that they would respect her as the daughter of the Chief, even when she was too young to realize the importance her father had. She had been to the barracks, the administrative buildings, the top of the walls. She had been allowed to go to most of the village, but on occasion, her visits were technically disallowed. That rarely held her from her escapades, though.
After entering the building, she noticed several men sitting at a table, with a few bottles of whiskey and a game of Ghurlock. Ghurlock is a common game among the Shcots, consisting of 48 twigs and three rocks. Each person takes a twig at random, and then a rock is given out to the person with the largest and and the person with the smallest twig. Each player takes turns taking another twig from the remainign pile, until every player has an equal number of twigs. Now, the game truly begins. Discreet ransactions are made around the table, either with twigs or stones. The “Giver” is the one who provides the twig/stone and the “Taker” is he who receives it. The Giver can give any number of twigs, but all players must always have one item in their possession at all times and they must always give an item. There are three ways to be eliminated (If a player loses all of their items, if a player has two stones at one time, or if a player is caught passing a stone). This particular match did not appear very lively, but Laire spoke with her usual enthusiasm.
“There’s a Phoenix on the walls! Ye should go see it!” Laire exclaimed. The men smiled, but none of them moved to leave their game. Laire was somewhat confused, but she could sense that the men were waiting for her to leave. “Well, enjoy your game anyways!” Laire said, waving her goodbyes as she walked out the door. She looked around her nearby village, but she was unsure where to go.
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Leif was still noticing a busy day in the village, but many people were slowly flowing towards the Phoenix. Leif thought to where he would go if he was searching for news. Of course, the first place to go would be the barracks, but he doubted that he would be allowed into a Shcot military establishment. With many of the nearby stores emptied, he decided his best bet was at the bar.
Leif was not an avid drinker, barely even an occasional drinker. He drank when his friends in the barracks drank, but not much more. So when he walked into the bar, he was shocked by the disorder, and the dirt. It was nothing like the bar at his barracks. Savages, he scowled. The bar was, surprisingly, rather empty. He had heard that the Shcots were heavy drinkers. Perhaps this town had different customs than those that had been studied previously.
Leif took a seat at the bar, flagging down the bar tender, who immediately brought him a drink. Leif noted that there were no questions, as if this was the only thing he could possibly want here. As if the bar tender had started the drink before he had entered the bar. This was something he would factor into his assessment of the Shcots.
((Not much to tell as of yet. The written version would contain more magic than currently planned and possibly another race.))
A cloaked figure sat beside him, removing her hood to reveal Karthra. The bartender started to set down the drink.
"Do me a favor would you? Fetch me a pint instead."
The surprised man smiled. "A big drink for the lady, com'n right up."
After he left, she turned to Leif.
"I may have found us supplies, but it will take longer than expected." She told him, careful to be quiet. "Now that we are here, what should we do?"
Use the Ring Luke, he who controls the Ring controls the raptors~ Dumbledore
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((I was thinking a little while back that maybe we should add some tribes kind of like the one from King Solomon's Mines))
"I'm thinking there's a lot to learn from this town," Leif said, thinking for a moment. He then added, "We need to stay here for a while. I think this may be the best that the Shcots have to offer." Leif was fairly certain that there was more to discover, deeper within the town. Secrets to be uncovered, and tricks to be learned.
((A native american type race perhaps?))
"Perhaps, your plan seems like a good one." She smiled for the first time around Leif. "I like the idea of staying here, I have some business to attend to tomorrow."
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"Very well. We'll meet at the Mercenary's - his name is Kyle - We'll meet at Kyle's abode at the end of today. I want to see who else I'll meet at this bar," Leif replied. He sensed that his position as commander was not being fully respected, but he also recognized there was little he could do about it. Kartha had a strong personality, perhaps stronger than his own, but she wasn't arrogant or insistent. Leif drank his drink as slowly as possible not wanting to need another one to explain his stay. The longer he was here, the more Shcot barbarians he could meet, and the more he could learn of their ways. Soon the Shcots would fall, and the Garlants would be all the better for it.
"I assure you sir, the meeting is for good reason." Karthra said, noting the slight look of discouragement on his face. Weather anger, worry or wonder, she had no idea.
"If I can secure horses and arms, you will be quite pleased. The mounts of the Shcots are sturdy and strong. Now, if it is entirely alright with you, I wish to find something to allow me to blend a bit better. I've used the cloak to hide my torn clothing all day, apparently none of these savages know what pants are."
{Fancy spacing like commando knows how to do}
Ardin leads Tugen throughout the village. They arrive to the back half, where trees still grow and the noise of the village is faint.
Walking to a stone house on a hill, Ardin is wondering. Was the man still alive? Had he indeed moved to Orma once transport was available?
He met this man as a boy, coming here with his father long ago. He was a kind and wise soul, bringing good advise and wisdom wherever he went, such were most Orman priests and monks. These men spent most of their lives reading, writing, teaching and praying.
"He ought to be here." Ardin assured Turgen, then began knocking. "Anything ya want to know before we go in?"
((Is Phoenix idle for now Ant? I could involve him in a planned story line. By the way every one, I think the actual conflict of Terma is distant, this world needs explored first.))
Use the Ring Luke, he who controls the Ring controls the raptors~ Dumbledore
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"No" Turgen said, he prepared himself mentally and waited until a short, gray haired old man opened the door slowly, leaning heavily on a worn cane made out of oak. "What brings such warriors to my abode this day?" The man asked in a deep, slow voice.
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Question: So, if The Trigaln are similar to dragons, do they have wings at their shoulders, like horrible reptilian angels of death? Just wanted to ask for future reference. In case i want to join...
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Madagascar: The Hidden Kingdoms
http://tinyurl.com/nlo754d
Kashikoidesu Academy for Dragon-Shifters
http://tinyurl.com/pp2ews3
HTTYD Dragon Roleplay anyone?
http://tinyurl.com/p2p7qok
Got another one for Pokemon fans!
http://tinyurl.com/qd32zjg
((Now they just sound like Chtulhu!))
Leif nodded towards Kartha as she left, then turned to look around the bar. There were a few men over in the corner. They seemed strong and, most definitely, drunk. Drunken folk often gave away information they probably shouldn't, Leif knew that even among his barracks, soldiers had been seriously reprimanded for drunken behaviour. Alcohol was not something that one could be immune to, Leif was feeling the effects, albeit minor ones, as what little of the drink he had consumed dissipated into his bloodstream. Despite this, he felt confident enough that he could carry out an interrogation of the Shcots in the corner. Rising to his feet, he walked over towards them, leaving his drink on the counter. He walked with surprising steadiness for someone who was so susceptible to the effects of beer.
"Hello, gentlemen," Leif said, noticing that the "G" was not as firm as usual.
"Hey there, young lad! Are ye sure that yer in the roight place? Shouldn't ye be with the other little kiddies?" one of the men said, his friends bursting into laughter. Leif took it as a kind-hearted jibe. These men seemed jolly enough right now.
"I'm sure I'm in the right place. Although, I am rather new here. Is this the best bar in town?" Leif asked, using more energy to keep his words firm and enunciated. He was trying to slowly edge himself into the conversation.
"Are ye kiddin' me? Nay, this place is terrible! But laddie, where's yer drink?" The man who had spoken before was the one speaking this time as well. He seemed to be the leader of the group in some way. They were all older than Leif, at least in their thirties, possibly mid-forties.
"It's over there on the counter," Leif replied, wondering if he should go get it. He decided against it. "What do you folk do in the village?".
"Whatever in Terma's name we want," the man replied, leaning in as he said it, as though it were a grand, important revelation.
"Which goes to say, we just drink all day," another one of the group added, in a somewhat melodical tone. The rest of the men erupted into laughter, and then began to sing incoherently. The bar seemed much more alive now, though there were nearly no more patrons.
"And the world's better for it," Leif snarked, but the men misinterpreted his remark, some of them interrupting the song to laugh and agree with him. Leif sighed and walked away. Drunken Savages, he thought disdainfully.
Could I join?
Setrok
Male
16
Landon
Setrok has jet black hair and bright, azure blue eyes. He has a rather slim build, good for speed and stealth. Setrok usually dresses in dark, shadowy clothes so that he can easily slip away unnoticed.
Setrok is a mysterious, reserved Landon. He rarely socializes, only visiting the nearby village for supplies. When he is alone, Setrok is very reckless and mischevious, sometimes sly.
Setrok's parents went missing when he was but 5 years old, in the middle of the night. From that day forth, he swore vengeance against all creatures of the umbral night, that which is illuminated only by the distant light of the dim orb called the moon. He was born as a Landon, and is one, but lives in a forest bordering a small Landon village. There, he practices his skills in the art of the art of the crossbow.
((I had not thought of that, it is interesting, but I find that a bit overpowered. Maybe there is a winged variant that is exceedingly rare. @Sea: Let meget back to you soon.))
Use the Ring Luke, he who controls the Ring controls the raptors~ Dumbledore
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((I can make a long post soon, but Toron? What is that?))
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HAHA! THEN I SHALL NOW MAKE MY CHARACTER! (a lot of her history is just horrible and screwed up... so.... be prepared... or something.)
Name: Hitomi
Gender: Female
Faction/race: It's... complicated... Mother is a Fairlan. Her father is technically a Trigaln. I can explain...
Age: 14 3/4
Role: Just your non-average misfit that your family condemns to the pits of hell! I can explain...
Appearance: She is very beautiful. Her skin has no marks. Her hair takes on a brown color, like the fallen leaves during autumn. Her eyes are a deep blue like the sky. She's of average height, and seems to move gracefully.
Bio: Her mother was considered one of the most beautiful Fairlan women (which of course is the reason why her exceedingly shallow father took her as his bride. Don't think she's just some pretty-girl, she's a skilled fighter. Being the (alleged) first born child to the second prince is a high standard to live up to. (The only reason her father was elected again as prince was from bribes and corruption.) She had a hard childhood. With her mother passing away after her birth, and her strict father, who always seemed angry that he had a daughter instead of a son, only made matters worse...
Note: Her two different bloods do not agree and cannot mix, so she was born with two hearts. When one beats more than the other, that form takes shape. Her human heart will beat more, while her Trigaln heart remains dormant.
info on her trigaln state:
Appearance: Her Trigaln father had wings, so she does too at this state. Her skin takes on and iridescent green/emerald hue as her skin turns into scales. Her teeth end in points, and her eyes turn into yellow snake-eyes.
Now I gots some explaining to do: One night, on their honeymoon, Hitomi's mother and father (ugh) took a stroll through one of the many forests there. Her father had heard rumors of a kappa that granted wishes on the lake. He wanted to use his wish to gain more money, but tricked his wife into thinking he would use the wish to bless them with a child (that b@st@rd. Sorry, just expressing my hatred for this guy.) When they got to the lake, father called out to the "kappa". A shadow emerged in the water. Assuming it was a kappa, father said this: "Greetings, I am the second prince of the Fairlans." "State what you desire" the kappa said in a reptilian voice, for in fact, hidden by the shadows the kappa was a winged-Trigaln, one of the highest "ranking" among their kind. "I wish for piles of gold." Before his wife could object, the "kappa" said: "And do you wish to pay the price for this wish?" "Yes, I shall pay anything, except for my wealth of course." father chuckled. (look I know you're thinking "this guy is horrible!" but just wait until I actually rp with my character.) "Good." The kappa submerged from sight, then leapt into the air, revealing itself for what it truly was. He pounced at father, but father was (sadly) able to dodge his attack. It was mother he struck. "You will pay one way or another." the Trigaln snarled. He took mother, and bit her neck, injecting a venom into her veins, though not one that could kill. He then threw her at father's feet. He quickly picked up his wife, and ran back to the resort for any medical treatment. One thing would never leave his mind. He could've sworn that he heard the "kappa" whisper: "I can finally move on now that I have finally passed on my bloodline..."
Now the actual RP:
Hitomi sprints through the forest. The sound of crunching leaves and cracking branches following her. *huff* *huff* *huff* Her heavy breathing was most likely the only thing giving away her position. Her pursuer was gaining on her. She could hear him. *crackle* *snap* She trips over a tree root, but gets back up with surprising speed and agility. She hears him stumbling as well. He may have taught her all she knows, but he doesn't know all that she knows. Hitomi reaches a dead end. A cliff's edge. "No." she whispers under her breath. "I knew you would turn out his way. Somehow I knew." She turned around. It was her father. "I knew you were some kind of monster. A demon. First you killed your mother, now you kill some random guy off the street." In fact, he was not a random guy, but a criminal. A robber that threatened to kill her if she didn't give him her father's money. But she had done it. She had killed him. She started to freak out. He's right, I'm a monster. She looked down at her hands, covered in the blood of the man that almost killed her. Her father lunged at her with a hidden knife. She took a step back, and they fell...
3 days passed, and messengers around the world were talking about "The demon girl that killed the second Fairlans prince." "The prince's body was found washed on the shore of a river. He died from a blow to the head, possibly from the floor of the river, or possibly from the demon. The demon has not yet been found. Nobody knows exactly what she looks like, so report any demonic activity. Hunts continue..."
A girl's body washed up on the shore of a river far away from the bigger cities. She was alive...
CLICK ON THEM OR THEY WILL DIE!!!
Madagascar: The Hidden Kingdoms
http://tinyurl.com/nlo754d
Kashikoidesu Academy for Dragon-Shifters
http://tinyurl.com/pp2ews3
HTTYD Dragon Roleplay anyone?
http://tinyurl.com/p2p7qok
Got another one for Pokemon fans!
http://tinyurl.com/qd32zjg
((Few problems that I should have made clear. My fault mostly. 1: Torgons are tigers the size of a draft horse, making the idea of him killing on like a hawk killing a Jackal. 2: Torgons are native to Orma. 3: They all have spike on their tails for defense. From flying animals. Once "Exploration of Orma" Begins, that will be explained. We'll just say it was a Barlo, or else the phoenix would have to fight and be injured, and also fly thousands of miles to Orma.
@Pigman: I love the amount of detail, but I simply cannot see were a reptile and mammal could, well... You get the idea. Also, These Trigaln are not really capable of speach. Grated intercourse is possible, but no child could be had. I hate to turn this down, but I can't justify it.))
Use the Ring Luke, he who controls the Ring controls the raptors~ Dumbledore
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My mistake. I thought of everything, except for those crucial bits. I'm still going to make a different character though. I WILL RETURN! MUHUHAHAHAHA!!!
CLICK ON THEM OR THEY WILL DIE!!!
Madagascar: The Hidden Kingdoms
http://tinyurl.com/nlo754d
Kashikoidesu Academy for Dragon-Shifters
http://tinyurl.com/pp2ews3
HTTYD Dragon Roleplay anyone?
http://tinyurl.com/p2p7qok
Got another one for Pokemon fans!
http://tinyurl.com/qd32zjg
Falgn the fire drake flew over the mountains. After awhile he could feel the swords presence. The dragon turned to fly near to the village, he would burn the whole thing if he had to. But he had to get there first.
Karthra started to head back to the bar, remembering Laire's offer. Oddly, the place had become quite noisy as she approached the building.
She entered. There was savages fighting everywhere, and somewhere in the middle was Leif. "Well, I guess I will see how great of a commander I have." She said, leaning against a wall.
The old Sholan let them in, his homes walls were covered in paintings, the entirety of the thatched walls that lined the inside was a mural of the mountains.
"Set down, set down." He smiled, showing them to their cushions on the ground.
"Before you speak, let me read you." He told them, siting down with candles around him.
He was short, his long grey hair but into a braided pony tail. He wore not pants, not a kilt but a robe, a brown robe.
"A Shcot and a Volgorant yes? Ah, your peoples are much alike, and much different. But you two.. You are brothers in blood now aren't you?"
Ardin gulped, the man was eerie in his ways. "Aye, He as' a bit of my blood now. "
"You seek a cure, but of what?" He asked, glancing at Tugen.
Use the Ring Luke, he who controls the Ring controls the raptors~ Dumbledore
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Turgen was not one for diplomacy, subtlety or fine talk. He always cut to the chase, if he need something done he'd do it and nothing else. So he answered the question straight forward, knowing that he could take out this frail old man if needed as well "I'm a Vampire, I require a cure."
Woop. Unimportant stuff here.