Introduction
Disclaimer / Note on Religion
This RP deals heavily with themes of gods, God, and religion, none of which have anything to do with religion in our own world. I will heavily encourage (and reward!) detailed theocratic debate on the subject of Retrea's deities, but in the interest of keeping things civil, uncomplicated, and unoffensive, please consider real-life religion strictly off-topic. Amalgams and similarities between any real-life religions and any beings/gods/ideals in the world of Retrea are strictly coincidental and unintentional. Let's have fun with the topic and the ideas, but let's not cause any reason for offense!
General Overview and Plot --=Tip: If you read the overview on the RPers Wanted Forum, this overview has a bit more info in it!=--
The world of Retrea (pronounced 'reh-TRAY-uh') is a sleepy and peaceful world, if a large one. It spans several continents, some of which have not been fully mapped or explored by the general populace. Its most prolific inhabitants are human, but there are more spiritual beings that hide within the flow of the earth. The technological level of the world is low, though some gifted people are able to use special abilities to make their lives easier, although it comes at a cost (more below).
Within the last quarter-century, mysterious objects have begun to appear in the strangest of places. Varying from handfuls of metallic oddities to enormous devices of alarming size, the debris most commonly appears overnight, with no indication of how it got there, and no evidence in the surrounding countryside that anything was moved. The pieces appear most frequently in the southern desert on the lower hemisphere of the globe, but artifacts have been found as far north as the farmlands surrounding the civilizations in the temperate climates.
Adventurers and scholars alike have fled to the southern hemisphere, bringing a macabre sense of life to the wasteland where not even plants will grow. Many are attempting to study these puzzling relics, but in spite of all their time, very little information has made it back to the civilizations in the north.
There is a God in the world of Retrea. He is usually regarded as more of an 'arbiter' than a 'maker', but He is almost always portrayed as kind, benevolent, and watchful. He is not known for interfering with the lives of mortals; His touch is so light that many residents believe worship and religion to be a waste of time. Generations will pass before any marginal proof of His existence is realized. Even so, there are those that base their lives upon religion and prayer. They are devoted to worship, though many go their whole lives without any substantiation of their faith.
Enter Mika, a young girl training to become a monk in a secluded abbey. She has begun to notice something is 'off' about the congregation around her, but she has no idea why. On the night before her inauguration ceremony to priesthood, Mika has a terrifying dream. In it, a powerful voice speaks to her, and tells her he is God, and she is His "Prophet." He also tells her that the abbey - and most of the world - has been seduced by a force that wrested control from Him while He slumbered, and now He is powerless to fight it. God needs her to overthrow this force and restore the world back into balance.
The dream leaves Mika frightened and shaken. Was any of it real? Was that voice actually God? Why did he need her? Why did he call her a Prophet, and what did that mean? Even if any of it was true, what was this 'evil force' that could seize power from a God? And how was she supposed to stop it? With doubts and questions plaguing her, Mika fails the inaugural tests, and instead begins to ask questions about her faith - questions seen by the mediating priests as purely heretical.
Exiled from the abbey, Mika is forced to leave the only home she has ever known in order to seek answers. She has only her dream, the name of the closest town, and Elsy at her disposal. The rest - her fate, the world, and God - has yet to be discovered.
Characters
Main Characters
If you feel inspired and interested enough to take one of these main characters, feel free to write up a character sheet. Each of them comes with their own private past that has not yet been revealed, so I will have a brief private chat with you if I decide to give you the role, to fill you in on what you should know. Original characters are still very much allowed and encouraged! The only difference being, any main characters not taken will be roleplayed by the GM until such time as they are adopted by an interested player.
Mika, The Prophet; devoted, kind, naive, stubborn, feverishly curious, headstrong - 18. --=played by Scarlett_Rose=--
The main protagonist of the story. She has a great deal of responsibility by virtue of the 'fate' thrown at her, and while her faith demands that she accept this role as decreed, she is not so sure she wants to blindly accept such a destiny. Right now, she is pushed onward mostly by the burning desire to know just what - or who - has thrust her into this position.
As a priest in all but name, Mika has learned to call upon certain mystical arts, and has shown real promise as a Healer.
Mika believes that where there is a will, there is a way. She doesn't quite come off as 'powerful', but her determination and strength of will alone often solve problems before brute force becomes necessary.
Elsy, The Monk; quiet, trustworthy, austere, stoic, easy-going, sturdy - 18. --=played by aesir=--
Mika's best friend. They grew up together in the abbey, and while Mika excelled at studying theories and runes, Elsy found a more practical use for his body: physical training. The monks of Retrea believe that keeping the physical form in its peak condition is a prayer in and of itself.
As a result, Elsy is a young protege in the martial arts style of the monks. He prefers to stay weaponless, but if needed, he is remarkably adept at improvising with the environment around him, using tree branches or cobblestones as weapons.
Since Mika loves to talk and ask questions, he rarely speaks. Days or even weeks will pass before Elsy utters a word, but somehow his presence and company are comfortable and warm. He is wary of outsiders, and will protect Mika to his dying breath, but he is probably the most loyal friend one could have.
Dion, The Summoner; shy, introverted, emotional, sensitive, intelligent, charming - 21. --=played by Ezarael=--
Elsy meets this strange young man by chance encounter early in their journey, and they quickly form a fast - if unlikely - friendship. From there, Dion's fate becomes intertwined with Mika's, and he decides to travel with them.
Though he is still young, Dion has spent an unimaginable amount of time studying ancient arts and lost magics. Through intensive study, he has found the secret to communicating with the spirit world of Retrea. Where the veil between the worlds is thin enough, he may even call upon a Bonding Pact to temporarily pull certain spirits across the border.
Dion seems to be suffering from something. He is internalizing the problem so viciously that it is tearing him up inside, but he has no one to turn to. Though he is a bit timid, he is exceptionally bright, and likes putting his mind to a puzzle until it is solved. He finds he shares this trait with Mika, and together their minds work even better - when they get along.
Shae, The Bard; boisterous, playful, seductive, inquisitive, knowledgeable, petty - 25+?. --=played by mistletoeXholly=--
When they stop at their first town, the innocent and gentle Mika runs into this sly woman on stage at their inn. Both captivated by her story and intrigued by the prospect of fleecing her, Shae finds herself offering valuable information to the girl for free - something she never does. Shae then insists on accompanying her further, claiming that someone must be there to tell the story later.
Shae is not a warrior like Elsy, or a studier of arcane arts like Dion, but she is incredibly crafty. She possesses a number of skills that take both her enemies and her allies by surprise. She has the uncanny knack of disappearing when trouble is brewing, somehow remaining unseen and unheard - even while wearing her favourite bright fuchsia dress decked with jester's bells - in almost any environment. She does not like being violent, but she has no problems confounding and confusing her enemies, such as throwing dust mixed with tiny glass fragments into the eyes of an opponent, blinding him with a glittery cloud, or secretly tying his shoes together when he isn't looking, enabling her to beat a hasty retreat while he falls on his face.
Though probably the most talkative of the main characters, Shae's past remains shrouded in mystery, as she rarely talks about herself. Even so, she adores audiences of any size and absolutely loves telling a good story. Though her intentions might be a little hazy, there is no doubt that Shae is incredibly entertaining and fun to be around.
Secondary Main Characters
These characters all have parts to play in the story at large, and were originally going to be NPCed. But, seeing as how people like the half-made characters, I'm willing to let them be full-time PCed for interested players! Once again, most of these characters come with a bit of secret info that will be revealed to the player who decides to pick them via private message.
Reiin, The Voice; enigmatic, soft-spoken, graceful, confident, down-to-earth, fatalistic - 32.
Reiin is a secretive, older ranger who runs into the group while they are in between towns. After listening to the young ones talk for a while, he invites himself to join for reasons known only to himself, and will not take no for an answer.
Spending most of his time outdoors has dulled his social skills somewhat, so he can occasionally come off as crass or even rude, but his heart is in the right place. He generally wants the kids' journey to succeed, and although he often claims he is not really 'part' of the group, he still acts like it. He sometimes refers to himself as the 'watcher', as if none of the events that unfold before them happen to him.
Reiin does not like violence. Though he swears the longbow nestled on his back at all times is used mainly for hunting, he is a phenomenal shot with it. His eyesight is incredibly keen, and he is very observant, which indeed makes him a good watcher, as he notices things most others do not. If asked about his past, Reiin says he has had a very simple, very boring life, and does not say much more than that. If hard pressed, he'd merely laugh, 'This is your story, kids. Not mine.'
Reiin has a very important part to play in the story, but it will take a while to get to that point.
Brista, The Witch; unpredictable, sociopathic, wild, powerful, spiritual, happy-go-lucky - 29.
As Mika's curiousity and questions eventually lead her to the study of magic and arcane arts, she hears about tales of an incredibly powerful sorceress who seems to be able to pull spells out of thin air. Unfortunately, she also is apparently quite mad. This does not hinder Mika's curiousity in the slightest, however, and she starts trying to track down this sorceress. After a few days of dead ends and cold leads, Brista stomps right up to Mika in the middle of a crowded street and confronts her violently. A fight almost erupts, but Mika mediates the situation into a calmer conversation. After learning Mika's intentions, Brista decides (randomly, it would seem) to accompany the group, at least for the time being.
As a protege of magic from a very young age, Brista was put through the ringer as a particularly curious and unsympathetic mage used her as a test subject. Until she was 16, she barely saw the outside of her cell or the spirit world. During her frequent and mind-altering trips, Brista eventually succumbed to madness, though ironically it was that madness that saved her. Using nothing but her nails, she pulled a stone from the walls in her prison and used it to crush the shell of a snail. With the resulting dust, she drew an intricate rune on the ground, and with the help of a spirit, teleported her entire body into the spirit world. From there, she was able to leave anywhere she pleased, but the journey indelibly left it's mark. Either way, she was free.
Brista is, in every sense of the word, completely and utterly insane. Sometimes she does a decent job of hiding it, and others not so much. She is bipolar, which means some days she is chipper and friendly, while others she does nothing but sulk and pout and blow random things up. Her power is immense and unmeasured, and seems to fluctuate with her mood swings; pissing her off is a very, very bad idea. Still, the main thing that Brista wants - like most of us - is just to be happy and to live her life the way she wants.
Itan, The Bruiser; cheerful, rough around the edges, considerate, simple, zealous, generous - 18.
The group runs into Itan during their travels in an inn, where he begs for Mika's help. He is, in fact, a monk just like her, but his cloister seems to be falling apart. He doesn't understand what is happening - he says he only barely got away with his life - but he knows something is horribly wrong. Mika helps him, and Itan falls head over heels in love with her. From then on, he sticks to her like glue.
Similar to Elsy, Itan has spent his life undergoing strenuous, physical training that has honed his body into a weapon. However, where Elsy is fluid and graceful, Itan is vigorous and mighty. The man is enormous - at around seven feet tall, well over two hundred pounds, and the muscle density of a bull, at first glance he makes brigands nervous and women drool. He keeps a set of iron chains bound to and around his waist, and when he finds those unlucky enough to count themselves as his opponents, he wraps the chains around his fists and uses it as a power amplifier for his body.
Itan usually comes off as stupid, but he is anything but. While it is true that he typically takes a bit longer to come to the same conclusion that a clever man would make in but a moment, Itan prefers to think carefully about things and not make any impulse decisions. In point of fact, he is actually rather endearing and sweet, once you get to know him. The giant muscles tend to get him fit into certain pegs, but he doesn't mind the generalizations. It would be hard to find anything he didn't mind, as Itan tends to be rather excitable and genial in almost any situation.
Jynke, The Paladin; capable, steadfast, tenacious, judgmental, pious, dignified - 22.
Originally traveling as a mercenary for hire, Jynke hears rumours of some monk of some sort making a pilgrimage to a holy land. Both alarmed and intrigued, she tracks down Mika and demands the prophet to explain herself. After learning the rumours were - of course - exaggerated, Jynke decides to offer her services to the troupe. Unfortunately, Mika cannot pay her, so the knight prepares to return home. That night, in her own room at her inn, she has a dream of unnerving similarity to the one Mika told her had started her own journey. Believing it to be providence, Jynke catches up with Mika the next day and offers her sword, free of charge.
Jynke fights in a traditional stance of sword and shield, and she has grown very accustomed to the dual weight in her arms. While typically those with a shield prefer a more defensive stance, Jynke fights with an aggression that is almost as surprising as it is terrifying. Using a barrage of shield bashes, pummel strikes and parries, she excels at disarming and stunning her opponents, and often ends a fight before they know what hit them.
Raised in a well-to-do family, Jynke never truly found a place for her until she found the church. Big and strong for a girl, her large limbs would bowl over other children and knock over everything that wasn't nailed to the ground. Her parents poured resources in trying to refine her into a 'proper lady', but they failed miserably, usually with Jynke punching yet another hole in the wall of her room. On an errand for her father delivering a parcel to the cathedral in their city, Jynke was awe-inspired by the stories told by the tapestries and stained glass, and honoured by the humility of the monks. It wasn't long before she devoted herself to God, and found a place beneath His care.
With a strong sense of faith and morals, Jynke does not typically care for anything shady, underhanded, and most certainly nothing illegal. If she does not approve of your actions, she will doggedly speak her mind until you at least pretend to apologize. Her piety extends through every part of her, and she will charge heedlessly to the aid of a passerby being robbed or a maiden being attacked by wolves in the forest. Besides her faith, however, she is actually rather mild-mannered and easy enough to get along with (when she likes you.)
Original Characters
Honestly, the sky is the limit, here. I'm not even going to give you a character skeleton.
Be creative, be interesting, be clever. Impress me. The only thing that is an absolute must is a reason for you to be included in this plotline. You could make your own character in a town halfway around the world from the main RP flow and be perfectly viable, but you wouldn't have very much fun RPing with yourself! Well, you might, but... this isn't the place for that!
There are no real antagonists in this storyline as it is meant to be a plot development rather than a Man Vs. Man storyline. However, "evil" characters are not forbidden, and you are most certainly allowed to create a villain or a bandit or whatever you like.
If you are interested in creating an original character, please peruse the 'optional information' section of the introduction down below for more information on the world of Retrea. It might inspire you to a new level of creation! Either way please heed the rules of the world listed there.
If you have any questions, feel free to ask! I'm happy to help you finish up a half-formed character, if you wish.
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Optional Information: The World of Retrea
Religion
Religion and God in Retrea seem simplistic at first glance, but are quite steeped in mysticism below the surface.
Notably, there is only the one. Varying religions to a Retrean are as foreign a notion as time travel to a rural farmer. The idea simply does not exist naturally; you could explain it to him, but he would just smile and nod and return to his cows. Retreans are generally peaceful people, and they see no need in complicating their lives with matters that will probably never affect them directly. Belief and faith vary from place to place and town to town. Some cities have huge cathedrals which fill every week with quiet, solemn prayer. Others would scoff at the mention of God, besides as a cautionary bugaboo tale to the children. Yet others have towering churches which have been abandoned for generations, and now lie in unused ruin. Every Retrean on the planet, however, knows at least some of the stories.
In these stories, warriors of untold strength battle against the forces of evil which threaten to devour the world. These men and women of virtue are often enigmatic and faceless, however, to the faithful, the stories are testimonial. They are catalogs of the past, memories of when good people of the general congregation stood to defend what was right. To become one of these warriors is as much the reason for their existence as it is the culmination of their faith - the ultimate exhibition of piety. Every chapel from the largest temple to the tiniest abbey has a library, and in these libraries lie these stories. There are hundreds of them, each of varying themes and goals, but all with the same message: in the time of need, God will protect His people. In actual fact, this God is at most a supporting role in every iteration. The majority of action is carried out by the hero of the tale, but every one of them claims he or she is followed closely by God, and that He led them to their fate. Regardless, the most recent of these fables was centuries ago, and the rest even longer, stretching uncountable years backwards. It is hard to take stock in an unprovable truth which allegedly took place well before your great-grandfather was born, hence why most do not. The faithful, however, believe. And they strive to be ready for God when He needs them.
The phenomenon of Mika's role in the world and in the religion of Retrea will be revealed through the story arc. As it is, more will be written here for clarification and reference.
The Artifacts
Very little is known yet about these strange and baffling objects. As of now, they are merely a whisper; a rumour. The upper echelons of power in the largest cities know the most, and even that is only that they are being investigated with fervor. From all the resources being constantly sunk into this enterprise, only one fact has made it back to the elite of Retrea: they are extremely dangerous.
=--Be advised, the following is not yet common knowledge. Unless your character has been to the southern deserts himself - a VERY costly and time-consuming trip, especially both ways - this information is only an OOC teaser--=
Many of them appear both metallic and arcane, though they are clearly foreign to every Retrean that has laid eyes upon them. Many of smaller objects - the ones that are still whole - appear well-worn and smooth, even comfortable to hold, as if designed for the hand. Extensive testing has revealed that some of these objects still "function", though the meaning of that word is still ambiguous. The functioning objects emit light, heat, or noise at a complex series of touches that does not seem to be reproducible. There have also been a few 'accidents' where the devices have gone so completely out of control that they have hurt and even killed a few people. Severe caution on the usage of these functioning artifacts has been enforced.
There are also rumours of a gargantuan artifact somewhere deep in the desert. It is said to be the size of a small city; some also say it can be entered as if it were a building. Those adventurers brave enough to set out for it have not returned, though if they have been defeated by the mysteries of the Leviathan Artifact or swallowed by the insatiable desert is unknown.
Magic
In the world of Retrea, magicians and spell-hurlers are not as prolific as in most fantasy settings. The reason for it is simple: it takes a great deal of effort to coalesce your will into form. A life devoted to study is necessary for even the simplest of incantations, and even then the abandonment of such academia causes a swift and often irreversible wane of power. Once in a great while a prodigy of magic will be born, but these are exceptionally rare and coveted, often tucked away by some ambitious noble to be used as a threat or a weapon.
There are those, however, that dedicate their very lives to the profession, and as a result, are able to master certain types of arcane arts. Magic in Retrea originates from the spirit world; every spell, every charm and ensorcellment is powered by, augmented by, and created by spirits. The magician is the conduit, it is his power used to manifest the spell into the Retrean world, but the spirits are technically the ones casting the spell. A fire spirit is needed to fling a fireball, a spirit of illusion is required to hide the mage from sight, and so forth.
It is therefore up to the magician how to convince the spirits to help him. There are well-documented sigils of binding that force a spirit to do the will of the mage, and while this method is the easiest (due to said extensive documentation), it is the most unpredictable, as the spirits do not enjoy being forced into this labour. Spells drawn this way can be finished quickly and with limited drain upon the caster, but are prone to backfiring and fizzling.
Alternative methods exist, but are much less common. A few magicians - called 'Spirit Masters' - have focused their lives studying one particular type of spirit. Once they feel they know enough, they enter the spirit world themselves and befriended or beguiled one particular spirit. They become friends, lovers, or partners, and the Spirit Master has a much easier time drawing upon the power of their familiar. This can make casting spells much easier, but at a limit to the range of spells available to the Spirit Master. Other magicians - 'Callers', or 'Summoners' - are a bit of a compromise. They traverse frequently into the spirit world, venturing in to sate their curiousity, and to befriend as many specific spirits as they can. These spirits can then be summoned at will by the Caller, provided the friendship or partnership between them remains strong. While this method is potent, less taxing, and still varied in its applications, the frequent and necessary trips into the spirit world eventually come at great cost to the Caller. The worlds meld, and minds snap. Many Callers go completely insane well before 40 years of age.
There are, of course, other and undocumented ways of binding and forming pacts with spirits.
There is one exception to the rule of spirits, but it requires the faith of a monk. Since the monks of Retrea are generally hermits and shun contact with the outside world, however, very little is known about the healing power that some monks seem to possess. Many mages have tried to locate a spirit capable of casting healing spells, but to no avail. Some scholars have postulated that the Healer draws upon the power of their faith - and their God - instead of a spirit. Others have suggested that holy spirits only talk to those with faith enough to believe in them or in God. These are merely theories, however.
No matter the method, things such as "spell books" or "magic scrolls" simply do not exist in Retrea. A spell is an organic thing made of the relationship between the mage and his spirit, and not a describable or repeatable process. 'New spells' are similarly not merely learned, they must be acquired by new inspiration, the right dilemma, or the right spirit. It is all a matter of fluidity.
Geography
The world of Retrea is actually quite large, but the populated regions are small in comparison. Though the Retreans are not aware of it, but their planet's axis is quite severe, resulting in the lower hemisphere being constantly closer to their sun, year round. This results in large, expansive and arid desert wastelands below the equator, and equally vast frozen tundras in the north. The narrow band near the equator is the only land on the planet capable of abundant fertility, so the simple and unadvanced Retreans have settled there happily. The majority of the story takes place on the massive continent of Lumes (pronounced 'LOO-mees') which is roughly the size of Eurasia, flipped on its side. It stretches from well below the southern tropical line to just below the northern one, meaning its south end is riddled with deserts, and its northern reaches are covered in ice. About 500km south of the equator, the continent briefly breaks up into archipelago. This makes it difficult to travel to the desert side of the continent - weeks of circumventing on a land route, or a dangerous and rocky journey by boat - but it has at least served as a natural barrier to the spread of the desert sands.
Other continents exist, but are unmapped, as the Retreans lack the ambition to explore beyond their happy little strip of sunshine. There have been several attempts at landfall elsewhere on the planet, but the explorers found that they had to stray too far north or south from their comfort zone to find notable new lands - and what good was discovering a new continent of nothing but desert or tundra? They had enough of that already. Therefore, on world maps, the other continents often appear as vague, bubbled lines, if they appear at all. It is entirely possible that simple or complex life exists on these continents, but it is doubtful.
On the continent of Lumes, 17 countries sprawl over the relatively attenuate expanse of habitable land. Borders are steady, but skirmishes are not uncommon. Retrean humans still carry a stubborn will to live, and villages dot the land in a thinning spread into both desert and tundra, but the major cities are, predictably, found in the centre of the land. Four Kingdoms of roughly equal size currently share control of the central countries.
Cities of Note: --=This will grow as the RP evolves and the characters learn more=--
Forlen (FOUR-lehn) is the city where the RP begins, a small but bustling town a day's ride to both Angalwren and Brenneo, and only two days' hard ride to Cirrene. Its relative closeness to three of the major Kingdom towns makes it a major crossroads for trade and commerce. Though few people actually live there, most of them are shopkeepers, barterers, and caravaneers. It is also a favourite spot for travelers as a way-point, and several inns crowd the street near the main gates.
Angalwren (ANG-uhl-rin) is a castle town and capital of the northern coalition of countries. The people are known for their pride and hospitality, and the nobles living in the higher levels of the city are surprisingly generous. Angalwren is the only city on Lumes where homelessness and poverty are virtually non-existent. Yet the pride of Angalwren is also her biggest flaw - the city rarely involves itself in the feuds of its governed lands, believing itself too important to resolve disputes between peasants.
If Forlen is the commerce capital of Lumes, Brenneo (BREN-ee-oh) is the City of Labour. Brenneo is easily the biggest city on Lumes in size, though others can compete in population. Its borders must meander for miles around in every direction to include all the refineries, mines, farms, plantations, and other hubs of hard work. The people of Brenneo are hearty and dependable, but tend to be a bit brusque. However, their goods are usually of the highest quality, and anything bearing the seal or stamp of Brenneo is typically considered the best available. The term 'Bren Bull' has been coined to describe someone invaluable, but highly annoying or irritating.
Cirrene (SUR-ehn), the Towering City, is the Kingdoms' city of learning. Scholars, teachers, students, explorers, and mages alike flock to Cirrene to glean her secrets. It is said that, given enough time, there is no subject you cannot find answers for within Cirrene. Architects are no exemption to this rule, and the city is peppered with strange and unusual buildings, originally constructed as studies in engineering and architecture, now inhabited as central city space becomes more scare. A few centuries ago, one architect decided he wanted to make the tallest building in the city, but was soon accosted by rivals. The ensuing battle of construction left the city rife with exceptionally tall towers and monuments. The people of Cirrene are quiet and private as a rule, but exceptionally friendly once you break the ice.
More to come!
This RP deals heavily with themes of gods, God, and religion, none of which have anything to do with religion in our own world. I will heavily encourage (and reward!) detailed theocratic debate on the subject of Retrea's deities, but in the interest of keeping things civil, uncomplicated, and unoffensive, please consider real-life religion strictly off-topic. Amalgams and similarities between any real-life religions and any beings/gods/ideals in the world of Retrea are strictly coincidental and unintentional. Let's have fun with the topic and the ideas, but let's not cause any reason for offense!
General Overview and Plot --=Tip: If you read the overview on the RPers Wanted Forum, this overview has a bit more info in it!=--
The world of Retrea (pronounced 'reh-TRAY-uh') is a sleepy and peaceful world, if a large one. It spans several continents, some of which have not been fully mapped or explored by the general populace. Its most prolific inhabitants are human, but there are more spiritual beings that hide within the flow of the earth. The technological level of the world is low, though some gifted people are able to use special abilities to make their lives easier, although it comes at a cost (more below).
Within the last quarter-century, mysterious objects have begun to appear in the strangest of places. Varying from handfuls of metallic oddities to enormous devices of alarming size, the debris most commonly appears overnight, with no indication of how it got there, and no evidence in the surrounding countryside that anything was moved. The pieces appear most frequently in the southern desert on the lower hemisphere of the globe, but artifacts have been found as far north as the farmlands surrounding the civilizations in the temperate climates.
Adventurers and scholars alike have fled to the southern hemisphere, bringing a macabre sense of life to the wasteland where not even plants will grow. Many are attempting to study these puzzling relics, but in spite of all their time, very little information has made it back to the civilizations in the north.
There is a God in the world of Retrea. He is usually regarded as more of an 'arbiter' than a 'maker', but He is almost always portrayed as kind, benevolent, and watchful. He is not known for interfering with the lives of mortals; His touch is so light that many residents believe worship and religion to be a waste of time. Generations will pass before any marginal proof of His existence is realized. Even so, there are those that base their lives upon religion and prayer. They are devoted to worship, though many go their whole lives without any substantiation of their faith.
Enter Mika, a young girl training to become a monk in a secluded abbey. She has begun to notice something is 'off' about the congregation around her, but she has no idea why. On the night before her inauguration ceremony to priesthood, Mika has a terrifying dream. In it, a powerful voice speaks to her, and tells her he is God, and she is His "Prophet." He also tells her that the abbey - and most of the world - has been seduced by a force that wrested control from Him while He slumbered, and now He is powerless to fight it. God needs her to overthrow this force and restore the world back into balance.
The dream leaves Mika frightened and shaken. Was any of it real? Was that voice actually God? Why did he need her? Why did he call her a Prophet, and what did that mean? Even if any of it was true, what was this 'evil force' that could seize power from a God? And how was she supposed to stop it? With doubts and questions plaguing her, Mika fails the inaugural tests, and instead begins to ask questions about her faith - questions seen by the mediating priests as purely heretical.
Exiled from the abbey, Mika is forced to leave the only home she has ever known in order to seek answers. She has only her dream, the name of the closest town, and Elsy at her disposal. The rest - her fate, the world, and God - has yet to be discovered.
Characters
Main Characters
If you feel inspired and interested enough to take one of these main characters, feel free to write up a character sheet. Each of them comes with their own private past that has not yet been revealed, so I will have a brief private chat with you if I decide to give you the role, to fill you in on what you should know. Original characters are still very much allowed and encouraged! The only difference being, any main characters not taken will be roleplayed by the GM until such time as they are adopted by an interested player.
Mika, The Prophet; devoted, kind, naive, stubborn, feverishly curious, headstrong - 18. --=played by Scarlett_Rose=--
The main protagonist of the story. She has a great deal of responsibility by virtue of the 'fate' thrown at her, and while her faith demands that she accept this role as decreed, she is not so sure she wants to blindly accept such a destiny. Right now, she is pushed onward mostly by the burning desire to know just what - or who - has thrust her into this position.
As a priest in all but name, Mika has learned to call upon certain mystical arts, and has shown real promise as a Healer.
Mika believes that where there is a will, there is a way. She doesn't quite come off as 'powerful', but her determination and strength of will alone often solve problems before brute force becomes necessary.
Elsy, The Monk; quiet, trustworthy, austere, stoic, easy-going, sturdy - 18. --=played by aesir=--
Mika's best friend. They grew up together in the abbey, and while Mika excelled at studying theories and runes, Elsy found a more practical use for his body: physical training. The monks of Retrea believe that keeping the physical form in its peak condition is a prayer in and of itself.
As a result, Elsy is a young protege in the martial arts style of the monks. He prefers to stay weaponless, but if needed, he is remarkably adept at improvising with the environment around him, using tree branches or cobblestones as weapons.
Since Mika loves to talk and ask questions, he rarely speaks. Days or even weeks will pass before Elsy utters a word, but somehow his presence and company are comfortable and warm. He is wary of outsiders, and will protect Mika to his dying breath, but he is probably the most loyal friend one could have.
Dion, The Summoner; shy, introverted, emotional, sensitive, intelligent, charming - 21. --=played by Ezarael=--
Elsy meets this strange young man by chance encounter early in their journey, and they quickly form a fast - if unlikely - friendship. From there, Dion's fate becomes intertwined with Mika's, and he decides to travel with them.
Though he is still young, Dion has spent an unimaginable amount of time studying ancient arts and lost magics. Through intensive study, he has found the secret to communicating with the spirit world of Retrea. Where the veil between the worlds is thin enough, he may even call upon a Bonding Pact to temporarily pull certain spirits across the border.
Dion seems to be suffering from something. He is internalizing the problem so viciously that it is tearing him up inside, but he has no one to turn to. Though he is a bit timid, he is exceptionally bright, and likes putting his mind to a puzzle until it is solved. He finds he shares this trait with Mika, and together their minds work even better - when they get along.
Shae, The Bard; boisterous, playful, seductive, inquisitive, knowledgeable, petty - 25+?. --=played by mistletoeXholly=--
When they stop at their first town, the innocent and gentle Mika runs into this sly woman on stage at their inn. Both captivated by her story and intrigued by the prospect of fleecing her, Shae finds herself offering valuable information to the girl for free - something she never does. Shae then insists on accompanying her further, claiming that someone must be there to tell the story later.
Shae is not a warrior like Elsy, or a studier of arcane arts like Dion, but she is incredibly crafty. She possesses a number of skills that take both her enemies and her allies by surprise. She has the uncanny knack of disappearing when trouble is brewing, somehow remaining unseen and unheard - even while wearing her favourite bright fuchsia dress decked with jester's bells - in almost any environment. She does not like being violent, but she has no problems confounding and confusing her enemies, such as throwing dust mixed with tiny glass fragments into the eyes of an opponent, blinding him with a glittery cloud, or secretly tying his shoes together when he isn't looking, enabling her to beat a hasty retreat while he falls on his face.
Though probably the most talkative of the main characters, Shae's past remains shrouded in mystery, as she rarely talks about herself. Even so, she adores audiences of any size and absolutely loves telling a good story. Though her intentions might be a little hazy, there is no doubt that Shae is incredibly entertaining and fun to be around.
Secondary Main Characters
These characters all have parts to play in the story at large, and were originally going to be NPCed. But, seeing as how people like the half-made characters, I'm willing to let them be full-time PCed for interested players! Once again, most of these characters come with a bit of secret info that will be revealed to the player who decides to pick them via private message.
Reiin, The Voice; enigmatic, soft-spoken, graceful, confident, down-to-earth, fatalistic - 32.
Reiin is a secretive, older ranger who runs into the group while they are in between towns. After listening to the young ones talk for a while, he invites himself to join for reasons known only to himself, and will not take no for an answer.
Spending most of his time outdoors has dulled his social skills somewhat, so he can occasionally come off as crass or even rude, but his heart is in the right place. He generally wants the kids' journey to succeed, and although he often claims he is not really 'part' of the group, he still acts like it. He sometimes refers to himself as the 'watcher', as if none of the events that unfold before them happen to him.
Reiin does not like violence. Though he swears the longbow nestled on his back at all times is used mainly for hunting, he is a phenomenal shot with it. His eyesight is incredibly keen, and he is very observant, which indeed makes him a good watcher, as he notices things most others do not. If asked about his past, Reiin says he has had a very simple, very boring life, and does not say much more than that. If hard pressed, he'd merely laugh, 'This is your story, kids. Not mine.'
Reiin has a very important part to play in the story, but it will take a while to get to that point.
Brista, The Witch; unpredictable, sociopathic, wild, powerful, spiritual, happy-go-lucky - 29.
As Mika's curiousity and questions eventually lead her to the study of magic and arcane arts, she hears about tales of an incredibly powerful sorceress who seems to be able to pull spells out of thin air. Unfortunately, she also is apparently quite mad. This does not hinder Mika's curiousity in the slightest, however, and she starts trying to track down this sorceress. After a few days of dead ends and cold leads, Brista stomps right up to Mika in the middle of a crowded street and confronts her violently. A fight almost erupts, but Mika mediates the situation into a calmer conversation. After learning Mika's intentions, Brista decides (randomly, it would seem) to accompany the group, at least for the time being.
As a protege of magic from a very young age, Brista was put through the ringer as a particularly curious and unsympathetic mage used her as a test subject. Until she was 16, she barely saw the outside of her cell or the spirit world. During her frequent and mind-altering trips, Brista eventually succumbed to madness, though ironically it was that madness that saved her. Using nothing but her nails, she pulled a stone from the walls in her prison and used it to crush the shell of a snail. With the resulting dust, she drew an intricate rune on the ground, and with the help of a spirit, teleported her entire body into the spirit world. From there, she was able to leave anywhere she pleased, but the journey indelibly left it's mark. Either way, she was free.
Brista is, in every sense of the word, completely and utterly insane. Sometimes she does a decent job of hiding it, and others not so much. She is bipolar, which means some days she is chipper and friendly, while others she does nothing but sulk and pout and blow random things up. Her power is immense and unmeasured, and seems to fluctuate with her mood swings; pissing her off is a very, very bad idea. Still, the main thing that Brista wants - like most of us - is just to be happy and to live her life the way she wants.
Itan, The Bruiser; cheerful, rough around the edges, considerate, simple, zealous, generous - 18.
The group runs into Itan during their travels in an inn, where he begs for Mika's help. He is, in fact, a monk just like her, but his cloister seems to be falling apart. He doesn't understand what is happening - he says he only barely got away with his life - but he knows something is horribly wrong. Mika helps him, and Itan falls head over heels in love with her. From then on, he sticks to her like glue.
Similar to Elsy, Itan has spent his life undergoing strenuous, physical training that has honed his body into a weapon. However, where Elsy is fluid and graceful, Itan is vigorous and mighty. The man is enormous - at around seven feet tall, well over two hundred pounds, and the muscle density of a bull, at first glance he makes brigands nervous and women drool. He keeps a set of iron chains bound to and around his waist, and when he finds those unlucky enough to count themselves as his opponents, he wraps the chains around his fists and uses it as a power amplifier for his body.
Itan usually comes off as stupid, but he is anything but. While it is true that he typically takes a bit longer to come to the same conclusion that a clever man would make in but a moment, Itan prefers to think carefully about things and not make any impulse decisions. In point of fact, he is actually rather endearing and sweet, once you get to know him. The giant muscles tend to get him fit into certain pegs, but he doesn't mind the generalizations. It would be hard to find anything he didn't mind, as Itan tends to be rather excitable and genial in almost any situation.
Jynke, The Paladin; capable, steadfast, tenacious, judgmental, pious, dignified - 22.
Originally traveling as a mercenary for hire, Jynke hears rumours of some monk of some sort making a pilgrimage to a holy land. Both alarmed and intrigued, she tracks down Mika and demands the prophet to explain herself. After learning the rumours were - of course - exaggerated, Jynke decides to offer her services to the troupe. Unfortunately, Mika cannot pay her, so the knight prepares to return home. That night, in her own room at her inn, she has a dream of unnerving similarity to the one Mika told her had started her own journey. Believing it to be providence, Jynke catches up with Mika the next day and offers her sword, free of charge.
Jynke fights in a traditional stance of sword and shield, and she has grown very accustomed to the dual weight in her arms. While typically those with a shield prefer a more defensive stance, Jynke fights with an aggression that is almost as surprising as it is terrifying. Using a barrage of shield bashes, pummel strikes and parries, she excels at disarming and stunning her opponents, and often ends a fight before they know what hit them.
Raised in a well-to-do family, Jynke never truly found a place for her until she found the church. Big and strong for a girl, her large limbs would bowl over other children and knock over everything that wasn't nailed to the ground. Her parents poured resources in trying to refine her into a 'proper lady', but they failed miserably, usually with Jynke punching yet another hole in the wall of her room. On an errand for her father delivering a parcel to the cathedral in their city, Jynke was awe-inspired by the stories told by the tapestries and stained glass, and honoured by the humility of the monks. It wasn't long before she devoted herself to God, and found a place beneath His care.
With a strong sense of faith and morals, Jynke does not typically care for anything shady, underhanded, and most certainly nothing illegal. If she does not approve of your actions, she will doggedly speak her mind until you at least pretend to apologize. Her piety extends through every part of her, and she will charge heedlessly to the aid of a passerby being robbed or a maiden being attacked by wolves in the forest. Besides her faith, however, she is actually rather mild-mannered and easy enough to get along with (when she likes you.)
Original Characters
Honestly, the sky is the limit, here. I'm not even going to give you a character skeleton.
Be creative, be interesting, be clever. Impress me. The only thing that is an absolute must is a reason for you to be included in this plotline. You could make your own character in a town halfway around the world from the main RP flow and be perfectly viable, but you wouldn't have very much fun RPing with yourself! Well, you might, but... this isn't the place for that!
There are no real antagonists in this storyline as it is meant to be a plot development rather than a Man Vs. Man storyline. However, "evil" characters are not forbidden, and you are most certainly allowed to create a villain or a bandit or whatever you like.
If you are interested in creating an original character, please peruse the 'optional information' section of the introduction down below for more information on the world of Retrea. It might inspire you to a new level of creation! Either way please heed the rules of the world listed there.
If you have any questions, feel free to ask! I'm happy to help you finish up a half-formed character, if you wish.
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Optional Information: The World of Retrea
Religion
Religion and God in Retrea seem simplistic at first glance, but are quite steeped in mysticism below the surface.
Notably, there is only the one. Varying religions to a Retrean are as foreign a notion as time travel to a rural farmer. The idea simply does not exist naturally; you could explain it to him, but he would just smile and nod and return to his cows. Retreans are generally peaceful people, and they see no need in complicating their lives with matters that will probably never affect them directly. Belief and faith vary from place to place and town to town. Some cities have huge cathedrals which fill every week with quiet, solemn prayer. Others would scoff at the mention of God, besides as a cautionary bugaboo tale to the children. Yet others have towering churches which have been abandoned for generations, and now lie in unused ruin. Every Retrean on the planet, however, knows at least some of the stories.
In these stories, warriors of untold strength battle against the forces of evil which threaten to devour the world. These men and women of virtue are often enigmatic and faceless, however, to the faithful, the stories are testimonial. They are catalogs of the past, memories of when good people of the general congregation stood to defend what was right. To become one of these warriors is as much the reason for their existence as it is the culmination of their faith - the ultimate exhibition of piety. Every chapel from the largest temple to the tiniest abbey has a library, and in these libraries lie these stories. There are hundreds of them, each of varying themes and goals, but all with the same message: in the time of need, God will protect His people. In actual fact, this God is at most a supporting role in every iteration. The majority of action is carried out by the hero of the tale, but every one of them claims he or she is followed closely by God, and that He led them to their fate. Regardless, the most recent of these fables was centuries ago, and the rest even longer, stretching uncountable years backwards. It is hard to take stock in an unprovable truth which allegedly took place well before your great-grandfather was born, hence why most do not. The faithful, however, believe. And they strive to be ready for God when He needs them.
The phenomenon of Mika's role in the world and in the religion of Retrea will be revealed through the story arc. As it is, more will be written here for clarification and reference.
The Artifacts
Very little is known yet about these strange and baffling objects. As of now, they are merely a whisper; a rumour. The upper echelons of power in the largest cities know the most, and even that is only that they are being investigated with fervor. From all the resources being constantly sunk into this enterprise, only one fact has made it back to the elite of Retrea: they are extremely dangerous.
=--Be advised, the following is not yet common knowledge. Unless your character has been to the southern deserts himself - a VERY costly and time-consuming trip, especially both ways - this information is only an OOC teaser--=
Many of them appear both metallic and arcane, though they are clearly foreign to every Retrean that has laid eyes upon them. Many of smaller objects - the ones that are still whole - appear well-worn and smooth, even comfortable to hold, as if designed for the hand. Extensive testing has revealed that some of these objects still "function", though the meaning of that word is still ambiguous. The functioning objects emit light, heat, or noise at a complex series of touches that does not seem to be reproducible. There have also been a few 'accidents' where the devices have gone so completely out of control that they have hurt and even killed a few people. Severe caution on the usage of these functioning artifacts has been enforced.
There are also rumours of a gargantuan artifact somewhere deep in the desert. It is said to be the size of a small city; some also say it can be entered as if it were a building. Those adventurers brave enough to set out for it have not returned, though if they have been defeated by the mysteries of the Leviathan Artifact or swallowed by the insatiable desert is unknown.
Magic
In the world of Retrea, magicians and spell-hurlers are not as prolific as in most fantasy settings. The reason for it is simple: it takes a great deal of effort to coalesce your will into form. A life devoted to study is necessary for even the simplest of incantations, and even then the abandonment of such academia causes a swift and often irreversible wane of power. Once in a great while a prodigy of magic will be born, but these are exceptionally rare and coveted, often tucked away by some ambitious noble to be used as a threat or a weapon.
There are those, however, that dedicate their very lives to the profession, and as a result, are able to master certain types of arcane arts. Magic in Retrea originates from the spirit world; every spell, every charm and ensorcellment is powered by, augmented by, and created by spirits. The magician is the conduit, it is his power used to manifest the spell into the Retrean world, but the spirits are technically the ones casting the spell. A fire spirit is needed to fling a fireball, a spirit of illusion is required to hide the mage from sight, and so forth.
It is therefore up to the magician how to convince the spirits to help him. There are well-documented sigils of binding that force a spirit to do the will of the mage, and while this method is the easiest (due to said extensive documentation), it is the most unpredictable, as the spirits do not enjoy being forced into this labour. Spells drawn this way can be finished quickly and with limited drain upon the caster, but are prone to backfiring and fizzling.
Alternative methods exist, but are much less common. A few magicians - called 'Spirit Masters' - have focused their lives studying one particular type of spirit. Once they feel they know enough, they enter the spirit world themselves and befriended or beguiled one particular spirit. They become friends, lovers, or partners, and the Spirit Master has a much easier time drawing upon the power of their familiar. This can make casting spells much easier, but at a limit to the range of spells available to the Spirit Master. Other magicians - 'Callers', or 'Summoners' - are a bit of a compromise. They traverse frequently into the spirit world, venturing in to sate their curiousity, and to befriend as many specific spirits as they can. These spirits can then be summoned at will by the Caller, provided the friendship or partnership between them remains strong. While this method is potent, less taxing, and still varied in its applications, the frequent and necessary trips into the spirit world eventually come at great cost to the Caller. The worlds meld, and minds snap. Many Callers go completely insane well before 40 years of age.
There are, of course, other and undocumented ways of binding and forming pacts with spirits.
There is one exception to the rule of spirits, but it requires the faith of a monk. Since the monks of Retrea are generally hermits and shun contact with the outside world, however, very little is known about the healing power that some monks seem to possess. Many mages have tried to locate a spirit capable of casting healing spells, but to no avail. Some scholars have postulated that the Healer draws upon the power of their faith - and their God - instead of a spirit. Others have suggested that holy spirits only talk to those with faith enough to believe in them or in God. These are merely theories, however.
No matter the method, things such as "spell books" or "magic scrolls" simply do not exist in Retrea. A spell is an organic thing made of the relationship between the mage and his spirit, and not a describable or repeatable process. 'New spells' are similarly not merely learned, they must be acquired by new inspiration, the right dilemma, or the right spirit. It is all a matter of fluidity.
Geography
The world of Retrea is actually quite large, but the populated regions are small in comparison. Though the Retreans are not aware of it, but their planet's axis is quite severe, resulting in the lower hemisphere being constantly closer to their sun, year round. This results in large, expansive and arid desert wastelands below the equator, and equally vast frozen tundras in the north. The narrow band near the equator is the only land on the planet capable of abundant fertility, so the simple and unadvanced Retreans have settled there happily. The majority of the story takes place on the massive continent of Lumes (pronounced 'LOO-mees') which is roughly the size of Eurasia, flipped on its side. It stretches from well below the southern tropical line to just below the northern one, meaning its south end is riddled with deserts, and its northern reaches are covered in ice. About 500km south of the equator, the continent briefly breaks up into archipelago. This makes it difficult to travel to the desert side of the continent - weeks of circumventing on a land route, or a dangerous and rocky journey by boat - but it has at least served as a natural barrier to the spread of the desert sands.
Other continents exist, but are unmapped, as the Retreans lack the ambition to explore beyond their happy little strip of sunshine. There have been several attempts at landfall elsewhere on the planet, but the explorers found that they had to stray too far north or south from their comfort zone to find notable new lands - and what good was discovering a new continent of nothing but desert or tundra? They had enough of that already. Therefore, on world maps, the other continents often appear as vague, bubbled lines, if they appear at all. It is entirely possible that simple or complex life exists on these continents, but it is doubtful.
On the continent of Lumes, 17 countries sprawl over the relatively attenuate expanse of habitable land. Borders are steady, but skirmishes are not uncommon. Retrean humans still carry a stubborn will to live, and villages dot the land in a thinning spread into both desert and tundra, but the major cities are, predictably, found in the centre of the land. Four Kingdoms of roughly equal size currently share control of the central countries.
Cities of Note: --=This will grow as the RP evolves and the characters learn more=--
Forlen (FOUR-lehn) is the city where the RP begins, a small but bustling town a day's ride to both Angalwren and Brenneo, and only two days' hard ride to Cirrene. Its relative closeness to three of the major Kingdom towns makes it a major crossroads for trade and commerce. Though few people actually live there, most of them are shopkeepers, barterers, and caravaneers. It is also a favourite spot for travelers as a way-point, and several inns crowd the street near the main gates.
Angalwren (ANG-uhl-rin) is a castle town and capital of the northern coalition of countries. The people are known for their pride and hospitality, and the nobles living in the higher levels of the city are surprisingly generous. Angalwren is the only city on Lumes where homelessness and poverty are virtually non-existent. Yet the pride of Angalwren is also her biggest flaw - the city rarely involves itself in the feuds of its governed lands, believing itself too important to resolve disputes between peasants.
If Forlen is the commerce capital of Lumes, Brenneo (BREN-ee-oh) is the City of Labour. Brenneo is easily the biggest city on Lumes in size, though others can compete in population. Its borders must meander for miles around in every direction to include all the refineries, mines, farms, plantations, and other hubs of hard work. The people of Brenneo are hearty and dependable, but tend to be a bit brusque. However, their goods are usually of the highest quality, and anything bearing the seal or stamp of Brenneo is typically considered the best available. The term 'Bren Bull' has been coined to describe someone invaluable, but highly annoying or irritating.
Cirrene (SUR-ehn), the Towering City, is the Kingdoms' city of learning. Scholars, teachers, students, explorers, and mages alike flock to Cirrene to glean her secrets. It is said that, given enough time, there is no subject you cannot find answers for within Cirrene. Architects are no exemption to this rule, and the city is peppered with strange and unusual buildings, originally constructed as studies in engineering and architecture, now inhabited as central city space becomes more scare. A few centuries ago, one architect decided he wanted to make the tallest building in the city, but was soon accosted by rivals. The ensuing battle of construction left the city rife with exceptionally tall towers and monuments. The people of Cirrene are quiet and private as a rule, but exceptionally friendly once you break the ice.
More to come!
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Night was falling, the shadows were growing long as the sun dropped closer to the horizon. Throughout the town of Forlen, business was concluding and shops were closing as people headed home. This time of year the nights grew cold quickly, so no one wanted to remain outside for long. An early chill blew down the streets of the quieting city, rustling shutters and kicking up dirt. As the noises of the bustling trade hub died down, candlelight winked to life behind windows and flooded through briefly open doors. Several inns loomed over the main crossroads just inside the Forlen's main gate, causing a lattice of shadows that stretched over the wall to the west.
Standing in the centre of the road, a quiet young man stared at the setting sun over the tops of the buildings. It marked the end of the sixth day since they'd left for their journey. A cart rumbled past him, its driver giving him a friendly tip of his hat. An icy gust cut through the square, pulling at the young man's coat as if hungry for warmth. Folding his arms against the cold, the figure scrutinized the horizon before him, his steely gaze searching for something. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly, fingers of smoke curling from his lips in the rapidly cooling air. He couldn't see the usual signs, but every bone in his body told him a storm was coming. He hoped their room upstairs did not leak.
Finally moving, the sun now creeping below the skyline, he walked towards one of the inns and pushed open the door. Immediately, light and warmth flooded over him as he stepped into the hearthroom, the fireplace ablaze with life. Removing his coat, the young man's eyes scanned the room carefully. It was quite busy; almost every table was occupied. There was even a performer lady on stage, playing a song. He paused for a few moments to listen to the lyrics, and promptly blushed. The woman was singing about lovers embracing and passion in the heat of the night and... other things. No one else seemed to even pay it any attention!
"Elsy!"
He turned, hearing his name, and found Mika sitting at one of the tables, chatting with a serving girl. She waved him over, both of them wearing smiles. Sometimes it astounded him how easily Mika could talk to people and get them to talk back. He moved over the table and took a seat. The two girls kept talking, but he tuned it out, his gaze moving over the occupants, curiousity and protectiveness fueling his actions. He spied several half-drunk patrons, laughing and carousing. Some were listening to the lady on stage sing, some even sang along - to Elsy's mild horror. A young man sitting in the corner table alone caught his eye. He wasn't quite sure what it was about him, but his eyes lingered there for a long moment. The guy looked despondent, staring into his mug as if he were watching his world spinning down the drain in its contents.
A sudden silence caused him to raise his head. The singer was finished - finally - but apparently Mika's curiousity had once again gotten the better of her. She was heading over to the stage to talk to the woman. Elsy stood to follow, but a large group of men leaving the tavern blocked his way. Taking a wide path around a few tables, Elsy's gaze was firmly on Mika and this suspicious woman when a serving wench hurried past him and got a bit too close, knocking him aside. Elsy stumbled, and felt his foot kick aside a chair, so he let his body drop into it. Wresting his stare from Mika, he tossed a glare over at the girl who was already on her way once more, tossing an apologetic word and a smile over her shoulder at him.
Sighing, Elsy moved to stand, but movement caught his eye. He turned, and found he was staring at the young man from earlier, the despondent one who had looked like he needed to talk to someone - and the young man was returning his stare. Their eyes met, and neither of them turned away. Elsy froze, half in the motion of standing from the chair. The young man had an odd tattoo covering most of the left side of his face. Something told him this was no ordinary ink. So, now what? A long moment passed, the buzz of the hearthroom surrounded them, but not a word had yet been uttered. Still, the moment was not as awkward as it should have been. A quick glance told Elsy that Mika was chatting amicably with the performer lady, so he relaxed in his seat and returned his attention to the other young man at the table. He nodded, quietly offering a greeting in his own way.
Standing in the centre of the road, a quiet young man stared at the setting sun over the tops of the buildings. It marked the end of the sixth day since they'd left for their journey. A cart rumbled past him, its driver giving him a friendly tip of his hat. An icy gust cut through the square, pulling at the young man's coat as if hungry for warmth. Folding his arms against the cold, the figure scrutinized the horizon before him, his steely gaze searching for something. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly, fingers of smoke curling from his lips in the rapidly cooling air. He couldn't see the usual signs, but every bone in his body told him a storm was coming. He hoped their room upstairs did not leak.
Finally moving, the sun now creeping below the skyline, he walked towards one of the inns and pushed open the door. Immediately, light and warmth flooded over him as he stepped into the hearthroom, the fireplace ablaze with life. Removing his coat, the young man's eyes scanned the room carefully. It was quite busy; almost every table was occupied. There was even a performer lady on stage, playing a song. He paused for a few moments to listen to the lyrics, and promptly blushed. The woman was singing about lovers embracing and passion in the heat of the night and... other things. No one else seemed to even pay it any attention!
"Elsy!"
He turned, hearing his name, and found Mika sitting at one of the tables, chatting with a serving girl. She waved him over, both of them wearing smiles. Sometimes it astounded him how easily Mika could talk to people and get them to talk back. He moved over the table and took a seat. The two girls kept talking, but he tuned it out, his gaze moving over the occupants, curiousity and protectiveness fueling his actions. He spied several half-drunk patrons, laughing and carousing. Some were listening to the lady on stage sing, some even sang along - to Elsy's mild horror. A young man sitting in the corner table alone caught his eye. He wasn't quite sure what it was about him, but his eyes lingered there for a long moment. The guy looked despondent, staring into his mug as if he were watching his world spinning down the drain in its contents.
A sudden silence caused him to raise his head. The singer was finished - finally - but apparently Mika's curiousity had once again gotten the better of her. She was heading over to the stage to talk to the woman. Elsy stood to follow, but a large group of men leaving the tavern blocked his way. Taking a wide path around a few tables, Elsy's gaze was firmly on Mika and this suspicious woman when a serving wench hurried past him and got a bit too close, knocking him aside. Elsy stumbled, and felt his foot kick aside a chair, so he let his body drop into it. Wresting his stare from Mika, he tossed a glare over at the girl who was already on her way once more, tossing an apologetic word and a smile over her shoulder at him.
Sighing, Elsy moved to stand, but movement caught his eye. He turned, and found he was staring at the young man from earlier, the despondent one who had looked like he needed to talk to someone - and the young man was returning his stare. Their eyes met, and neither of them turned away. Elsy froze, half in the motion of standing from the chair. The young man had an odd tattoo covering most of the left side of his face. Something told him this was no ordinary ink. So, now what? A long moment passed, the buzz of the hearthroom surrounded them, but not a word had yet been uttered. Still, the moment was not as awkward as it should have been. A quick glance told Elsy that Mika was chatting amicably with the performer lady, so he relaxed in his seat and returned his attention to the other young man at the table. He nodded, quietly offering a greeting in his own way.
She’ll never speak to you, you know. You have that funny looking mark on your face first of all and secondly if you even opened your mouth you would either mumble so horrendously she couldn’t hear you or stutter so terribly she won’t understand a word being said. Just give up why don’t you?
“Shut up I said…I wasn’t planning on saying anything to her…besides even if I did make it past the first few words she wouldn’t like me… The pretty ones never do…”
Dion continued to look down in his cup and speak so low no one could hear him, and thankfully the music and general uproar amongst the drunken patrons helped disguise his problem. Eldritch was raising hell with him again, like he did all day every day, and the alcohol was not deterring the spirit’s fervor as it usually did. He had been staying at this inn for several days now, and fortunately no one had attempted to speak with him as of yet. Conversation was not one of his strong points so he had basically learned to contemplate for long periods of time without much distraction… except for Eldritch of course.
Something has to be wrong with a man such as you. I bet I could do better that nice, strapping body of yours… you know if you let me have it for a while I could get that pretty morsel on stage and let you watch.
“It’s been so long since you’ve been in a real body you would probably drool all over yourself and forget how to speak!” This time Dion’s words snapped out of his mouth quickly and just a bit louder than he had wanted. One of his neighboring patrons looked up quizzically at the young man.
Oh look what you’ve done now. Be quiet like the good little boy you are and no one will notice…oh too late. They’re looking at you now…so much for staying out of the lime light huh? Look at the big one over there! He looks like he might want to rip a throat out…or three. Hey why don’t you go speak to him?
“Oh just shut up no one is staring at me!” When Dion looked up to scan the room, without raising his head, a rather useful knack he had picked up through years of keeping his head down, he found that quite the opposite was true. In fact he was attracting the attention of several patrons, but the one Eldritch mentioned was unmistakable.
Just as he noticed the young man, whom it seemed he was several years the others' elder, maybe three, he had stood up with a rather determined glare directed towards a young woman, probably around the same age, who was rushing off towards the other end of the inn. A large group of patrons had proceeded to move in the opposite direction of the young man, effectively forcing him to halt his progress for the nonce, and was quickly thrown off-balance by a careless barmaid. The event was slightly humorous, and Dion had to stifle laugh as the boy fumbled around for a second before regaining his footing.
It was then that Dion had decided to actually move his head upwards to catch the stranger’s attention, there was something different about him and how he affected the people around him, like he had this field of influence emanating from him. The movement must have caught his eye, and when their eyes met Dion refused to look away like the other times, something had obviously perturbed the other patron as well since he had stopped mid-motion while rising from his seat. The slightest movement from the stranger’s eyes denoted that he was observing the mark upon Dion’s face, and just the hint of a change in his facial expression told him he knew it was not an ordinary tattoo. Obviously the other man was somehow connected to the other young lady he was trying to pursue, as he had directed a more than cursory glance in her direction just to discover she was engrossed in a rather lively conversation with the attractive performer. He looked back at Dion, who was still looking at him. The stranger nodded just briefly.
Ohhhh is that how it is Dion? You never seem to have as much trouble talking to men as you do women, and he’s not exactly an ugly fellow if you know what I mean. Do you prefer the boys Dion?
This time he refused to acknowledge Eldritch’s taunts. All he wanted was to aggravate Dion to no end, and the being delighted in the fact he was able to perturb him so often, but sometimes enough was enough. Finally, and sighing heavily before doing so, Dion decided it was best just to try and speak with someone, besides he did plan on this being his last night in Forlen so what harm could it really do? The young summoner rose from his seat and walked towards the table where the stranger was seated. Upon reaching his intended destination, which actually took longer than he had planned thanks to the uncertain movement of inebriated patrons, Dion decided it best to seat himself on the opposite side of the young man, just in case he upset the young man.
“Evening friend. I’m Dion, nice to meet you. Oh, barmaid! Can you bring a drink for this fellow and me?”
It seems my assumption was right. Do you plan on getting the cute little cherub nice and drunk so you can take advantage of him later? There you had me thinking you were just some strange boy afraid of women, but it turns out you’re just a queer!
Dion had to force a somewhat half-cocked smile the counter the sneer that was going to show quite readily on his face. If he was lucky his new companion would not notice and take offense to the action. As the barmaid had come back with their beverages Dion had noticed that the man still had not made any comment to Dion’s greeting. Well that did make things easier conversation wise since he didn’t have to worry about…well really making any.
Awww does your little love-muffin not want to speak with you? That’s a shame… You can’t even get a boy to talk with you eh?
“No worries I’m not much of the speaking type either. So I’m going to assume you and that young lady over there are acquainted with each other, possibly travelling companions? No I’m not implying anything inappropriate by that either friend, just making an observation by how you seem to take a rather defensive attitude towards her.”
Dion stopped here to take a rather large quaff from his flagon, glancing over the patrons once again to make sure he was diverting some of the rather untoward attention he had been attracting. His gaze went upon the attractive performer earlier he had taken a liking to over the past few days and quickly back into the bottom of his drink as both her and the other young woman looked towards him and his companion. They had obviously noticed he had been looking in their direction, but maybe it was just a coincidence.
How did I come to inhabit such a coward?
“Well anyways it’s good to have somebody to sit with tonight. I’m usually not this talkative most of the time you know what I mean? I guess not since this is actually the first time we’ve met and I’m talking your ear off. There’s nothing like libations to loosen the tongue huh? So what brings the two of you here to Forlen? Not that it’s any of my business, but it seemed like something to ask. I’m here from Cirre, just stopping through really, I’ve been here for a few days and it’s about time to move on out. So are the two of you in any need of a companion? You seem like swell enough people.”
“Shut up I said…I wasn’t planning on saying anything to her…besides even if I did make it past the first few words she wouldn’t like me… The pretty ones never do…”
Dion continued to look down in his cup and speak so low no one could hear him, and thankfully the music and general uproar amongst the drunken patrons helped disguise his problem. Eldritch was raising hell with him again, like he did all day every day, and the alcohol was not deterring the spirit’s fervor as it usually did. He had been staying at this inn for several days now, and fortunately no one had attempted to speak with him as of yet. Conversation was not one of his strong points so he had basically learned to contemplate for long periods of time without much distraction… except for Eldritch of course.
Something has to be wrong with a man such as you. I bet I could do better that nice, strapping body of yours… you know if you let me have it for a while I could get that pretty morsel on stage and let you watch.
“It’s been so long since you’ve been in a real body you would probably drool all over yourself and forget how to speak!” This time Dion’s words snapped out of his mouth quickly and just a bit louder than he had wanted. One of his neighboring patrons looked up quizzically at the young man.
Oh look what you’ve done now. Be quiet like the good little boy you are and no one will notice…oh too late. They’re looking at you now…so much for staying out of the lime light huh? Look at the big one over there! He looks like he might want to rip a throat out…or three. Hey why don’t you go speak to him?
“Oh just shut up no one is staring at me!” When Dion looked up to scan the room, without raising his head, a rather useful knack he had picked up through years of keeping his head down, he found that quite the opposite was true. In fact he was attracting the attention of several patrons, but the one Eldritch mentioned was unmistakable.
Just as he noticed the young man, whom it seemed he was several years the others' elder, maybe three, he had stood up with a rather determined glare directed towards a young woman, probably around the same age, who was rushing off towards the other end of the inn. A large group of patrons had proceeded to move in the opposite direction of the young man, effectively forcing him to halt his progress for the nonce, and was quickly thrown off-balance by a careless barmaid. The event was slightly humorous, and Dion had to stifle laugh as the boy fumbled around for a second before regaining his footing.
It was then that Dion had decided to actually move his head upwards to catch the stranger’s attention, there was something different about him and how he affected the people around him, like he had this field of influence emanating from him. The movement must have caught his eye, and when their eyes met Dion refused to look away like the other times, something had obviously perturbed the other patron as well since he had stopped mid-motion while rising from his seat. The slightest movement from the stranger’s eyes denoted that he was observing the mark upon Dion’s face, and just the hint of a change in his facial expression told him he knew it was not an ordinary tattoo. Obviously the other man was somehow connected to the other young lady he was trying to pursue, as he had directed a more than cursory glance in her direction just to discover she was engrossed in a rather lively conversation with the attractive performer. He looked back at Dion, who was still looking at him. The stranger nodded just briefly.
Ohhhh is that how it is Dion? You never seem to have as much trouble talking to men as you do women, and he’s not exactly an ugly fellow if you know what I mean. Do you prefer the boys Dion?
This time he refused to acknowledge Eldritch’s taunts. All he wanted was to aggravate Dion to no end, and the being delighted in the fact he was able to perturb him so often, but sometimes enough was enough. Finally, and sighing heavily before doing so, Dion decided it was best just to try and speak with someone, besides he did plan on this being his last night in Forlen so what harm could it really do? The young summoner rose from his seat and walked towards the table where the stranger was seated. Upon reaching his intended destination, which actually took longer than he had planned thanks to the uncertain movement of inebriated patrons, Dion decided it best to seat himself on the opposite side of the young man, just in case he upset the young man.
“Evening friend. I’m Dion, nice to meet you. Oh, barmaid! Can you bring a drink for this fellow and me?”
It seems my assumption was right. Do you plan on getting the cute little cherub nice and drunk so you can take advantage of him later? There you had me thinking you were just some strange boy afraid of women, but it turns out you’re just a queer!
Dion had to force a somewhat half-cocked smile the counter the sneer that was going to show quite readily on his face. If he was lucky his new companion would not notice and take offense to the action. As the barmaid had come back with their beverages Dion had noticed that the man still had not made any comment to Dion’s greeting. Well that did make things easier conversation wise since he didn’t have to worry about…well really making any.
Awww does your little love-muffin not want to speak with you? That’s a shame… You can’t even get a boy to talk with you eh?
“No worries I’m not much of the speaking type either. So I’m going to assume you and that young lady over there are acquainted with each other, possibly travelling companions? No I’m not implying anything inappropriate by that either friend, just making an observation by how you seem to take a rather defensive attitude towards her.”
Dion stopped here to take a rather large quaff from his flagon, glancing over the patrons once again to make sure he was diverting some of the rather untoward attention he had been attracting. His gaze went upon the attractive performer earlier he had taken a liking to over the past few days and quickly back into the bottom of his drink as both her and the other young woman looked towards him and his companion. They had obviously noticed he had been looking in their direction, but maybe it was just a coincidence.
How did I come to inhabit such a coward?
“Well anyways it’s good to have somebody to sit with tonight. I’m usually not this talkative most of the time you know what I mean? I guess not since this is actually the first time we’ve met and I’m talking your ear off. There’s nothing like libations to loosen the tongue huh? So what brings the two of you here to Forlen? Not that it’s any of my business, but it seemed like something to ask. I’m here from Cirre, just stopping through really, I’ve been here for a few days and it’s about time to move on out. So are the two of you in any need of a companion? You seem like swell enough people.”
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Fate, providence, destiny, kismet. There were forces that may or may not exist within the universe that pulled at the life's strings, intertwining and separating them seemingly at random. It was difficult to differentiate ordinance from happenstances - if they were not, in fact, the very same - but either way, there was sometimes no control over which turns your road took.
It was with these thoughts that Elsy accepted the drink from the stranger introducing himself to him, and sipped lightly at it; alcohol was fairly new to the monk, and though he knew of its destructive tendencies, he didn't want to be rude. The young man before him seemed to have every intention of being friendly, and while his genial nature wasn't exactly boring, it was certainly not what had piqued Elsy's curiousity about the young man. There was some strangeness that surrounded the man. Something akin to a duality he'd never seen before in another person.
Sipping again at his drink and tossing a quick glance at the stage to make sure Mika was still chatting blithely with the weird woman, Elsy leaned forward and folded his arms upon the table. He had heard the questions the young man had asked him, but he really had no interest in answering them. Instead, he began to study this fascinating man in earnest. His piercing gaze took in the entirety of the tattoo on the man's face. His earlier suspicions that this was no ordinary marking seemed to be affirmed with every moment. Something terrible had happened to the guy, and he was suffering from it with every passing moment. Shifting his gaze, Elsy studied the boy's expressions, his body language, his curiousity running rampant.
Though he wasn't aware as he had never been so curious about another person before, with Elsy's scrutiny of such an intense level would linger a rather unnerving side-effect. His subject would no doubt 'feel' the monk's attention upon him. While not a definable, physical sensation, the focusing of Elsy's aura on another might feel as though the room were shrinking around him, or perhaps as though the equilibrium of his life were quavering. It was not exactly an unpleasant feeling, however, and the solace offered in the young monk's gaze at that very moment would feel temperate and serene.
It didn't last long. The next time Eldritch spoke, Elsy felt it. An unexpected third persona resonating with such vitriol and loathing shattered his concentration, and he nearly jumped physically. The intense feeling passed, and time sped up to its normal pace. Elsy's suspicions solidified more, and his gaze spoke volumes.
'I will listen', it said.
It was with these thoughts that Elsy accepted the drink from the stranger introducing himself to him, and sipped lightly at it; alcohol was fairly new to the monk, and though he knew of its destructive tendencies, he didn't want to be rude. The young man before him seemed to have every intention of being friendly, and while his genial nature wasn't exactly boring, it was certainly not what had piqued Elsy's curiousity about the young man. There was some strangeness that surrounded the man. Something akin to a duality he'd never seen before in another person.
Sipping again at his drink and tossing a quick glance at the stage to make sure Mika was still chatting blithely with the weird woman, Elsy leaned forward and folded his arms upon the table. He had heard the questions the young man had asked him, but he really had no interest in answering them. Instead, he began to study this fascinating man in earnest. His piercing gaze took in the entirety of the tattoo on the man's face. His earlier suspicions that this was no ordinary marking seemed to be affirmed with every moment. Something terrible had happened to the guy, and he was suffering from it with every passing moment. Shifting his gaze, Elsy studied the boy's expressions, his body language, his curiousity running rampant.
Though he wasn't aware as he had never been so curious about another person before, with Elsy's scrutiny of such an intense level would linger a rather unnerving side-effect. His subject would no doubt 'feel' the monk's attention upon him. While not a definable, physical sensation, the focusing of Elsy's aura on another might feel as though the room were shrinking around him, or perhaps as though the equilibrium of his life were quavering. It was not exactly an unpleasant feeling, however, and the solace offered in the young monk's gaze at that very moment would feel temperate and serene.
It didn't last long. The next time Eldritch spoke, Elsy felt it. An unexpected third persona resonating with such vitriol and loathing shattered his concentration, and he nearly jumped physically. The intense feeling passed, and time sped up to its normal pace. Elsy's suspicions solidified more, and his gaze spoke volumes.
'I will listen', it said.
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Faith is a funny thing. It is a strong belief in God based on based on spiritual apprehension rather than proof. It seems silly to hold such a belief in something, without ever actually seeing it for yourself, but then again it's hard to really say what can be seen in the first place.
Feeling the air chill as the night made it's presence known, Mika pulled her black shawl closer to her small frame. Around her voices bellowed as people gathered in the den of the inn, desperate for warmth and a good laugh or two. On stage, a woman's voice sang out above the noise of the crowd, and Mika shifted uncomfortably at the words she spoke. "You look a little out a place here, sweetie." Jumping slightly at the sudden noise, Mika looked up bashfully to see a women, somewhere in her early twenties with hair dark as night and a calming smile. Tall and slim, the woman was indeed a beauty, even with the make up and revealing dress. Feeling blood rush to her face, Mika smiled before shrugging, "I'm not exactly in place, if that's what you mean." Laughing, the girl settled next to Mika and placed her tired hands onto her face, "You look like you are still a child. What are you doing in a place like this?" Smiling, Mika answered her as if it was the most normal thing in the world, "I'm finding God."
Mika wasn't sure how long she and the girl had spoken, but it felt nice to have a conversation and the person you were rambling to answer back. Not that she minded the silence. It was something she had grown to find comfort in, just sometimes it was nice to hear the opinions of another...."...alone?" Cocking her head, Mika stared in confusion. Letting out a laugh, the girl patted Mika's arm affectionately, "I was asking why a sweet girl like you is running around a seedy inn. I know the types that wonder in here...and you're not it." Glancing to the stage, Rose (or at least that was the girl claimed to be named) pointed to the singer with a look of sadness, "You see that woman up there? The things she sings of...it's our way of life. You haven't been touched by it yet Mika....but keep coming around places like this alone and you will" Staring at Rose as if she had grown two heads, Mika stared toward the stage in confusion. What was so bad about becoming like her? Turning back, Mika sighed'"I am not alone. I have Elsy.." And as always, as if he knew she had spoken his name, he appeared. Elsy had quit a habit of being around when needed; it is what made him Elsy. Smiling, Mika turned her attention to the young monk and watched as he searched the room.A soft gasp sounded next to her, followed by a low "Oh my...", but Mika gave it no mind.
Finally growing tired of the waiting game, Mika called his attention to her, "Elsy!" and waved him over to where she and Rose sat. She didn't even realize she was uneasy until she saw him and the sudden wave of calmness washed over her, but then again Elsy did always have that affect on people. Although he looked as if he could snap you in two, Elsy held with him a gentleness that made him easy to trust. "Mika, who is he?" Turning to Rose, Mika smiled in pride "That's Elsy."
To say Elsy's entrance was graceful would be a lie. Feeling the weight as he drop into the seat next to her, Mika shot him a worried stare before letting her gaze wonder back to the stage. Across from her, Rose seemed glued to Elsy as she tried to strike up a compensation with the "silent" monk. As the music came to a stop, Mika stood "Don't worry Rose, Elsy doesn't speak to anyone," before following after the singer. She wasn't entirely sure why she did it, something about the woman sparked curiosity. Maybe it was the clothes she wore or the words she spoke....but Mika had to know why she was there. Part of her knew she should have waited for Elsy, but Mika knew he would never be far behind. Anyway, he would never approve of her speaking to a person she did not know. Elsy always seemed to think people could be dangerous. She just thought he worried too much. What could possible happen? They were inside an inn after all...
Feeling the air chill as the night made it's presence known, Mika pulled her black shawl closer to her small frame. Around her voices bellowed as people gathered in the den of the inn, desperate for warmth and a good laugh or two. On stage, a woman's voice sang out above the noise of the crowd, and Mika shifted uncomfortably at the words she spoke. "You look a little out a place here, sweetie." Jumping slightly at the sudden noise, Mika looked up bashfully to see a women, somewhere in her early twenties with hair dark as night and a calming smile. Tall and slim, the woman was indeed a beauty, even with the make up and revealing dress. Feeling blood rush to her face, Mika smiled before shrugging, "I'm not exactly in place, if that's what you mean." Laughing, the girl settled next to Mika and placed her tired hands onto her face, "You look like you are still a child. What are you doing in a place like this?" Smiling, Mika answered her as if it was the most normal thing in the world, "I'm finding God."
Mika wasn't sure how long she and the girl had spoken, but it felt nice to have a conversation and the person you were rambling to answer back. Not that she minded the silence. It was something she had grown to find comfort in, just sometimes it was nice to hear the opinions of another...."...alone?" Cocking her head, Mika stared in confusion. Letting out a laugh, the girl patted Mika's arm affectionately, "I was asking why a sweet girl like you is running around a seedy inn. I know the types that wonder in here...and you're not it." Glancing to the stage, Rose (or at least that was the girl claimed to be named) pointed to the singer with a look of sadness, "You see that woman up there? The things she sings of...it's our way of life. You haven't been touched by it yet Mika....but keep coming around places like this alone and you will" Staring at Rose as if she had grown two heads, Mika stared toward the stage in confusion. What was so bad about becoming like her? Turning back, Mika sighed'"I am not alone. I have Elsy.." And as always, as if he knew she had spoken his name, he appeared. Elsy had quit a habit of being around when needed; it is what made him Elsy. Smiling, Mika turned her attention to the young monk and watched as he searched the room.A soft gasp sounded next to her, followed by a low "Oh my...", but Mika gave it no mind.
Finally growing tired of the waiting game, Mika called his attention to her, "Elsy!" and waved him over to where she and Rose sat. She didn't even realize she was uneasy until she saw him and the sudden wave of calmness washed over her, but then again Elsy did always have that affect on people. Although he looked as if he could snap you in two, Elsy held with him a gentleness that made him easy to trust. "Mika, who is he?" Turning to Rose, Mika smiled in pride "That's Elsy."
To say Elsy's entrance was graceful would be a lie. Feeling the weight as he drop into the seat next to her, Mika shot him a worried stare before letting her gaze wonder back to the stage. Across from her, Rose seemed glued to Elsy as she tried to strike up a compensation with the "silent" monk. As the music came to a stop, Mika stood "Don't worry Rose, Elsy doesn't speak to anyone," before following after the singer. She wasn't entirely sure why she did it, something about the woman sparked curiosity. Maybe it was the clothes she wore or the words she spoke....but Mika had to know why she was there. Part of her knew she should have waited for Elsy, but Mika knew he would never be far behind. Anyway, he would never approve of her speaking to a person she did not know. Elsy always seemed to think people could be dangerous. She just thought he worried too much. What could possible happen? They were inside an inn after all...
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Mandolin chords strummed as the singer on stage sang
Let me love you
Let me say that I do
If you lend me your ear
I'll make it clear the way that I do
Let me whisper it
Let me sigh it
Let me sing it, my dear
Or I will cry it
Let me love you
Let me show that I do
Let me do a million impossible things
So you'll know that I do
I'll buy you the dawn
If you let me love you today
And if that's not enough
I'll buy you the first of May
Let me love you
Let me show that I do
If you lend me your ear
I'll make it clear the way that I do
Let me whisper it
Let me sigh it
Let me sing it, my dear
Or I will cry it
Let me love you
Let me show that I do
Let me do a million impossible things
So you'll know that I do
I'll buy you the dawn
If you let me love you today
And tomorrow I'll send you
Merrily on your way
Let Me Love You- by Lena Horne
As the drunkards cheering faded Rae bowed, and put on a beautiful smile for the crowd, "Thank you all so much", thats when she noticed a very young woman come up to the stage like she had a question to ask. This wasn't unusual for Rae, men and women alike have often become infatuated with her beauty. Not that she could blame them she was one of the most beautiful women around. And Rae always made sure she looked beautiful, it was hard work keeping a face like this in shape, and not to mention her natural singing talent that seemed to draw people in like a siren's song. She looked down at the girl, she looked to be a country maid that had never been out in the world before and was getting a big dose of it all at once. She remembered being like that naive to the world around her just fresh off the farm. ''Hello dear how are you this evening you look like you have something on your mind a song request maybe?", she said with a smile on her face. Maybe she could get a nice tip out of the unaware girl. She noticed a young man sitting at the table the girl had come from and he looked to be very concerned for her well fair. "Either he's your beau or you bodyguard", she said glancing over at Elsy. Then she noticed the other handsome young man that sat down at the table with the other. "Well your table is all kinds of popular tonight miss", she said with a chuckle.
Let me love you
Let me say that I do
If you lend me your ear
I'll make it clear the way that I do
Let me whisper it
Let me sigh it
Let me sing it, my dear
Or I will cry it
Let me love you
Let me show that I do
Let me do a million impossible things
So you'll know that I do
I'll buy you the dawn
If you let me love you today
And if that's not enough
I'll buy you the first of May
Let me love you
Let me show that I do
If you lend me your ear
I'll make it clear the way that I do
Let me whisper it
Let me sigh it
Let me sing it, my dear
Or I will cry it
Let me love you
Let me show that I do
Let me do a million impossible things
So you'll know that I do
I'll buy you the dawn
If you let me love you today
And tomorrow I'll send you
Merrily on your way
Let Me Love You- by Lena Horne
As the drunkards cheering faded Rae bowed, and put on a beautiful smile for the crowd, "Thank you all so much", thats when she noticed a very young woman come up to the stage like she had a question to ask. This wasn't unusual for Rae, men and women alike have often become infatuated with her beauty. Not that she could blame them she was one of the most beautiful women around. And Rae always made sure she looked beautiful, it was hard work keeping a face like this in shape, and not to mention her natural singing talent that seemed to draw people in like a siren's song. She looked down at the girl, she looked to be a country maid that had never been out in the world before and was getting a big dose of it all at once. She remembered being like that naive to the world around her just fresh off the farm. ''Hello dear how are you this evening you look like you have something on your mind a song request maybe?", she said with a smile on her face. Maybe she could get a nice tip out of the unaware girl. She noticed a young man sitting at the table the girl had come from and he looked to be very concerned for her well fair. "Either he's your beau or you bodyguard", she said glancing over at Elsy. Then she noticed the other handsome young man that sat down at the table with the other. "Well your table is all kinds of popular tonight miss", she said with a chuckle.
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Airlia sighed to herself as she wandered through the dark streets of the city. She'd long since learned the benefits of minimizing interactions with others like her. Well, like her, yet not. Any way, they tended to look at her funny, sometimes they even started making loud noises. She was not sure why, but she wasn't fond of the noise.
However, on nights like this, there was no escaping the noise. Silent noise. It felt as though it might tear her apart, but she knew from numerous previous experiences that it would not.
... have no place here...meant no harm...greed and selfishness...wanted to see...just a girl...don't care...
Airlia swayed as the voices continued, then suddenly one voice, very familiar and soothing, glided into clarity as the others continued.
Find shelter Airlia. We will be leaving soon.
Nodding, partially to the voice and herself, Airlia looked around along with two other pairs of eyes for somewhere to lay out of the way.
There, the inn... No, she'll be found... drunk?... suppose... Go, Airlia. As soon as they decided, Airlia saw the building they indicated. She began to hurry as she tried to find a spot out of the way around the noisy building. The fierceness of the fight within was beginning to strain on her ability to make sense of her surroundings. Curling up at one edge of the building, able to peak around the corner to her right and see the patrons come and go, Airlia settled herself and waited for the voices' to let her know when it was safe.
Now, Lia. With that, Airlia closed her eyes, sliding into her other world.
However, on nights like this, there was no escaping the noise. Silent noise. It felt as though it might tear her apart, but she knew from numerous previous experiences that it would not.
... have no place here...meant no harm...greed and selfishness...wanted to see...just a girl...don't care...
Airlia swayed as the voices continued, then suddenly one voice, very familiar and soothing, glided into clarity as the others continued.
Find shelter Airlia. We will be leaving soon.
Nodding, partially to the voice and herself, Airlia looked around along with two other pairs of eyes for somewhere to lay out of the way.
There, the inn... No, she'll be found... drunk?... suppose... Go, Airlia. As soon as they decided, Airlia saw the building they indicated. She began to hurry as she tried to find a spot out of the way around the noisy building. The fierceness of the fight within was beginning to strain on her ability to make sense of her surroundings. Curling up at one edge of the building, able to peak around the corner to her right and see the patrons come and go, Airlia settled herself and waited for the voices' to let her know when it was safe.
Now, Lia. With that, Airlia closed her eyes, sliding into her other world.
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A lone horse drawn wagon rumbled slowly down the main road into Forlen. While it had been a relatively warm day, a chilling breeze was picking up as the sun slowly set beneath the tree's that flanked either side of the road. Sayleth wrapped her jacket a little closer to her so as to keep the wind off her. A storm was coming, one usually appeared when such cold wind's picked up. Normally Sayleth would have preferred to have slept outside under the stars, but perhaps she could afford a night in the end, there had been far to many rainy nights the past week. "Let us hurry to town Sar-Shonon. I believe you and I more then deserve a rest." The large horse flicked his ears and with a small flick of Sayleth's reigns, Sar-Shonon picked up his pace a little, equally eager to have a warm stall and fresher food.
The sun was nearing the horizon as Sayleth arrived at the city gates of Forlen. The guards scrutinized her and inspected her goods, but after finding nothing out of the ordinary they let her pass into the city with only a curt few words along the lines of not making any trouble. Forlen was a small town but it was very rich and as a result one of the favorite spots for any merchant, that is if you could deal with the competition. Still, it because of it's location, it was a favorite spot for travelers and so it wasn't usually to hard to make a profit on it's streets.
Pulling up to a rather large and bustling inn, Sayleth hopped off the wagon and shooed away the stable hands coming to take care of Sar-Shonon. She still gave them a few coins to bring in her wagon, but Sayleth alone would take care of Sar-Shonon. After making sure that Sar-Shonon was comfortable and well fed inside the stables, Sayleth walked into the inn. The common room was very crowded and the loud noise assailed her ears. Sayleth grimaced slightly, hoping that she could obtain her room and a warm meal quickly so she could retire away from the noisy room. The innkeeper was a large and elderly women who look disapprovingly at Sayleth. After a little haggling, Sayleth was able to purchase a room and a nice dinner, but the price was outrageously inflated. Still, Sayleth wasn't going to complain, it was better then what she got in other cities. Quickly pocketing the key, Sayleth examined the commons, looking for an empty table to sit out. Men and women were everywhere and to make matters worse most of them were drunk. Still, the place was calm and the beautiful bard in the front was doing an excellent job of controlling the crowd. As she continued to examine her surroundings, Sayleth spotted a table being vacated by an elderly man who appeared to be giving a side long look at a young man at the neighboring table. Without much thought, Sayleth quickly sat down at the table before it could be taken by someone else and ordered a warm bowl of stew with water to drink. The serving girl looked at her funny when she didn't order any alcohol, but Sayleth preferred to keep her wits about her in such a place.
As she was waiting for her meal though, Sayleth couldn't help but notice the two men sitting at the table next to her. He was an interesting character, very tall and well built. He had dirty blonde hair and a rather knowledgeable look about him. He wasn't a noble but he definitely seemed a tad bit out of place in an inn such as this. As Sayleth continued to study him, she began to feel almost a tugging at her consciousness. It was hard to explain but it made her a little on edge. There was something about the man that made her curious, something that tugged at the back of her mind and Sayleth was determined to find out what.
The sun was nearing the horizon as Sayleth arrived at the city gates of Forlen. The guards scrutinized her and inspected her goods, but after finding nothing out of the ordinary they let her pass into the city with only a curt few words along the lines of not making any trouble. Forlen was a small town but it was very rich and as a result one of the favorite spots for any merchant, that is if you could deal with the competition. Still, it because of it's location, it was a favorite spot for travelers and so it wasn't usually to hard to make a profit on it's streets.
Pulling up to a rather large and bustling inn, Sayleth hopped off the wagon and shooed away the stable hands coming to take care of Sar-Shonon. She still gave them a few coins to bring in her wagon, but Sayleth alone would take care of Sar-Shonon. After making sure that Sar-Shonon was comfortable and well fed inside the stables, Sayleth walked into the inn. The common room was very crowded and the loud noise assailed her ears. Sayleth grimaced slightly, hoping that she could obtain her room and a warm meal quickly so she could retire away from the noisy room. The innkeeper was a large and elderly women who look disapprovingly at Sayleth. After a little haggling, Sayleth was able to purchase a room and a nice dinner, but the price was outrageously inflated. Still, Sayleth wasn't going to complain, it was better then what she got in other cities. Quickly pocketing the key, Sayleth examined the commons, looking for an empty table to sit out. Men and women were everywhere and to make matters worse most of them were drunk. Still, the place was calm and the beautiful bard in the front was doing an excellent job of controlling the crowd. As she continued to examine her surroundings, Sayleth spotted a table being vacated by an elderly man who appeared to be giving a side long look at a young man at the neighboring table. Without much thought, Sayleth quickly sat down at the table before it could be taken by someone else and ordered a warm bowl of stew with water to drink. The serving girl looked at her funny when she didn't order any alcohol, but Sayleth preferred to keep her wits about her in such a place.
As she was waiting for her meal though, Sayleth couldn't help but notice the two men sitting at the table next to her. He was an interesting character, very tall and well built. He had dirty blonde hair and a rather knowledgeable look about him. He wasn't a noble but he definitely seemed a tad bit out of place in an inn such as this. As Sayleth continued to study him, she began to feel almost a tugging at her consciousness. It was hard to explain but it made her a little on edge. There was something about the man that made her curious, something that tugged at the back of her mind and Sayleth was determined to find out what.
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Pushing through the cluster of bodies, Mika made a beeline for the singer who stood proud as she made her departure from the stage, and Mika found herself admiring the woman for having such a feeling. Pride was not something that was tolerated at the abbey being considered the original and most serious of sins. To think yourself to be above any other person was a disgrace, and would most certainly lead to a horrible outcome....yet the woman seemed unphased by this thought...if she had the thought at all. Instead, she seemed to have certain happiness about her....like she understood things in the world Mika could only hope you understand.
As Mika neared the slender performer, she found herself suddenly unsure about what it was she actually wanted. Of course it was curious to see a woman who dressed in such a way, but than again ever female in the inn looked like the older girl...so why was it she sparked Mika's curiosity and not Rose? Perhaps it was the way she carried herself like she had nothing to fear. As she zoned in on Mika, she seemed so sure of herself and even smiled. As Mika came to rest in front of her destination, she paused. Maybe walking away from Elsy wasn't such a good idea after all. She really had no idea what she was getting into. What if the woman was actually a heathen? Would Mika be damned for approaching such evil...if she wasn't already damned for her faltering fate.
Yet, as the woman spoke, all her doubts faded. The woman stood as proof pride in yourself couldn't be all that bad....at least she didn't burst into flames or speak in tongues. Relaxing a bit, Mika finally realized the woman had asked a question, and paused as her words sank in. The only songs Mika had come to know where the ones sang as a child in the abbey, and used in worship....not that the woman would know any of those. As for Elsy....what did she mean by beau? Looking towards the table momentarily Mika spoke "His name is Elsy...not Beau," when suddenly a young girl no older than herself, with yellow hair and a determined look, made her way towards him. "and he's my...friend." Snapping her head away, Mika fought the urge to walk back to where she had come from. Why was it so many girls seemed drawn to Elsy lately? Shaking her thought, Mika smiled "You're not like Elsy or the monks from the abbey. You're....what I mean is you.....Pride leads to damnation, but you are not afraid."
Once the words left her mouth Mika felt no remorse. Nobody ever said she thought before she spoke....that was Elsy's job. She didn't think the woman should feel bad by her words. Mika only wished she could understand how she had come to live without fear of being punished. Taking another small glance around the room, purposely avoiding the table where the blond new comer now sat, Mika felt herself stand a little taller in front of the performer as she spoke a little too enthusiastically, "My name is Mika, and I don't want to be afraid either."
As Mika neared the slender performer, she found herself suddenly unsure about what it was she actually wanted. Of course it was curious to see a woman who dressed in such a way, but than again ever female in the inn looked like the older girl...so why was it she sparked Mika's curiosity and not Rose? Perhaps it was the way she carried herself like she had nothing to fear. As she zoned in on Mika, she seemed so sure of herself and even smiled. As Mika came to rest in front of her destination, she paused. Maybe walking away from Elsy wasn't such a good idea after all. She really had no idea what she was getting into. What if the woman was actually a heathen? Would Mika be damned for approaching such evil...if she wasn't already damned for her faltering fate.
Yet, as the woman spoke, all her doubts faded. The woman stood as proof pride in yourself couldn't be all that bad....at least she didn't burst into flames or speak in tongues. Relaxing a bit, Mika finally realized the woman had asked a question, and paused as her words sank in. The only songs Mika had come to know where the ones sang as a child in the abbey, and used in worship....not that the woman would know any of those. As for Elsy....what did she mean by beau? Looking towards the table momentarily Mika spoke "His name is Elsy...not Beau," when suddenly a young girl no older than herself, with yellow hair and a determined look, made her way towards him. "and he's my...friend." Snapping her head away, Mika fought the urge to walk back to where she had come from. Why was it so many girls seemed drawn to Elsy lately? Shaking her thought, Mika smiled "You're not like Elsy or the monks from the abbey. You're....what I mean is you.....Pride leads to damnation, but you are not afraid."
Once the words left her mouth Mika felt no remorse. Nobody ever said she thought before she spoke....that was Elsy's job. She didn't think the woman should feel bad by her words. Mika only wished she could understand how she had come to live without fear of being punished. Taking another small glance around the room, purposely avoiding the table where the blond new comer now sat, Mika felt herself stand a little taller in front of the performer as she spoke a little too enthusiastically, "My name is Mika, and I don't want to be afraid either."
Elsy’s dramatic shift in demeanor due to Eldritch’s caustic remark was palpable, and Dion could tell that the malevolent spirit was both intrigued more than somewhat wary of the monk’s capability to detect his presence. This was not a common happenstance, and the young summoner was not quite sure how the being would react to such a stimulus. The added pressure of an ever-growing crowd amongst the commons was doing no good for his composure, and even though his new companion’s look screamed, “I’m listening,” his generally introverted nature prevailed for the moment. It was time to stare into the bottom of a particularly tasty mug of ale once again.
Wasn’t that a peculiar little happening eh? Maybe you don’t have such bad taste in men after all Dion!
“Be careful now Eld, this man might be able to hear you, and those holy folk are supposed to be marvelous at exorcisms…” Dion whispered almost teasingly, as if he had come upon a rather ingenious idea to silence his unwanted guest.
Now why do you have to go and try to spoil my fun now? Besides you know that exorcism thing wouldn’t bode too well for the both of us. We’re connected a little tighter than that, and you know it!
He remained silent after that particular reminder, and somewhat of a veiled threat, and he thought back to the night where he had first met Eldritch. It was only a routine outing into the spirit world something he had done several times previously, but was not yet a master of the craft and he had chanced to come upon the spirit. The details of their conversation were still blurry to Dion, but he can remember he did not feel threatened in anyway and was generally excited to meet such a being. That was when they had struck a deal the young man could not think of for the life of him. Whatever it was he had apparently wanted something serious because the being had wanted his body as payment, they always did hit you with the fine print after you finalized everything.
Hey who’s that cute little number sitting next to us now? She certainly doesn’t know how to mind her own business, does she?
Eldritch was not wrong she was rather cute, if young, but how he could always seem to notice everything when he supposedly used Dion’s body was beyond his understanding. It was creepy most of the times, mainly because he used to point out women, but at other times it had proven useful, at least when Eldritch thought they were in some mortal danger. She really did not seem much older than a child, probably late teens if he had to guess, and not altogether very large. He also happened to be correct in that she did seem to have a serious fascination with his drinking companion.
It was certainly rude of her, but the young man was forced to withdraw his attention as their barmaid drew closer with yet another round of drinks, once again on Dion. He was never very stingy with his money, a fact most people tried to take advantage of, and this was especially true when he started getting further into his cups. With a half-hearted smile the summoner tipped his glass up in a salute to his new acquaintance and quaffed down the remnants of his glass before letting their attendant replace it. The alcohol was beginning to hit him much harder now as the warm fuzzy feeling began to grow hot.
I saw you taking a peek at that little girl next to you. Isn’t she just a might young for you boy?
“I was just wondering who was staring was all…nothing else.”
Oh come now like you weren’t trying to take a look-see what was up that little skirt of hers. That isn’t a very friendly gesture you know, staring at a girl who’s interested in your chum.
This time Dion tried to ignore the wicked being by pretending to be interested in a few of the songs other patrons were tossing around. Eldritch didn’t like it when Dion tried to pretend he wasn’t listening, and usually situations like these ended up bad. The beleaguered summoner looked briefly at his silent companion, hoping the man wouldn’t come to the wrong impression of him because of his peculiar problems.
You know you want her Dion. Just look at her being all innocent-like, but that’s just a façade, you can tell by the look in her eyes she’s a regular TIGER in bed. Such a tight little body too, just makes you want to grab a hold and…
“I SAID QUIET!”
This was a most unfortunate turn of events for Dion as he slammed his flagon down upon the unstable surface, sending Elsy’s drink toppling over and nearly upending the flimsy table. Now everyone was staring at him like he was some lunatic…Great…just great.
“Uhm...so sorry for the trouble!” The quiet young man hurriedly whispered to the quiet commons before retreating upstairs to his room. It looks like he would be spending the rest of his night sequestered in his quarters and leaving early in the morning.
Wasn’t that a peculiar little happening eh? Maybe you don’t have such bad taste in men after all Dion!
“Be careful now Eld, this man might be able to hear you, and those holy folk are supposed to be marvelous at exorcisms…” Dion whispered almost teasingly, as if he had come upon a rather ingenious idea to silence his unwanted guest.
Now why do you have to go and try to spoil my fun now? Besides you know that exorcism thing wouldn’t bode too well for the both of us. We’re connected a little tighter than that, and you know it!
He remained silent after that particular reminder, and somewhat of a veiled threat, and he thought back to the night where he had first met Eldritch. It was only a routine outing into the spirit world something he had done several times previously, but was not yet a master of the craft and he had chanced to come upon the spirit. The details of their conversation were still blurry to Dion, but he can remember he did not feel threatened in anyway and was generally excited to meet such a being. That was when they had struck a deal the young man could not think of for the life of him. Whatever it was he had apparently wanted something serious because the being had wanted his body as payment, they always did hit you with the fine print after you finalized everything.
Hey who’s that cute little number sitting next to us now? She certainly doesn’t know how to mind her own business, does she?
Eldritch was not wrong she was rather cute, if young, but how he could always seem to notice everything when he supposedly used Dion’s body was beyond his understanding. It was creepy most of the times, mainly because he used to point out women, but at other times it had proven useful, at least when Eldritch thought they were in some mortal danger. She really did not seem much older than a child, probably late teens if he had to guess, and not altogether very large. He also happened to be correct in that she did seem to have a serious fascination with his drinking companion.
It was certainly rude of her, but the young man was forced to withdraw his attention as their barmaid drew closer with yet another round of drinks, once again on Dion. He was never very stingy with his money, a fact most people tried to take advantage of, and this was especially true when he started getting further into his cups. With a half-hearted smile the summoner tipped his glass up in a salute to his new acquaintance and quaffed down the remnants of his glass before letting their attendant replace it. The alcohol was beginning to hit him much harder now as the warm fuzzy feeling began to grow hot.
I saw you taking a peek at that little girl next to you. Isn’t she just a might young for you boy?
“I was just wondering who was staring was all…nothing else.”
Oh come now like you weren’t trying to take a look-see what was up that little skirt of hers. That isn’t a very friendly gesture you know, staring at a girl who’s interested in your chum.
This time Dion tried to ignore the wicked being by pretending to be interested in a few of the songs other patrons were tossing around. Eldritch didn’t like it when Dion tried to pretend he wasn’t listening, and usually situations like these ended up bad. The beleaguered summoner looked briefly at his silent companion, hoping the man wouldn’t come to the wrong impression of him because of his peculiar problems.
You know you want her Dion. Just look at her being all innocent-like, but that’s just a façade, you can tell by the look in her eyes she’s a regular TIGER in bed. Such a tight little body too, just makes you want to grab a hold and…
“I SAID QUIET!”
This was a most unfortunate turn of events for Dion as he slammed his flagon down upon the unstable surface, sending Elsy’s drink toppling over and nearly upending the flimsy table. Now everyone was staring at him like he was some lunatic…Great…just great.
“Uhm...so sorry for the trouble!” The quiet young man hurriedly whispered to the quiet commons before retreating upstairs to his room. It looks like he would be spending the rest of his night sequestered in his quarters and leaving early in the morning.
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Re: [OOC] The War of Dieties; Part 1, The Oracle
Okay, well! At least we have most of the main cast. If you guys wish, we can try to recruit a few more and start over. In the mean time I don't mind posting for Shae and Elsy, at least to get the plot to a point where more people can join in freely. I'll try to get that up within a day or two - sorry, school starting again has me a bit hectic today. Thanks for your tenacity, guys!
Re: [OOC] The War of Dieties; Part 1, The Oracle
I'm still interested and awaiting for more activity.
Re: [OOC] The War of Dieties; Part 1, The Oracle
Hey, everyone! I'm really sorry about letting this RP slip by my 'to-do' list. I just met an amazing guy and we spent practically the entire holidays together, so my schedule has been a little hectic with him added to all of it. Apologies, again!
Scarlett PMed me, so I know she is still interested in continuing. If you're still checking this board, could you please post your continued interest? I will post if there are a couple people still wanting to continue this - we can always find more people.
Happy New Year!
Scarlett PMed me, so I know she is still interested in continuing. If you're still checking this board, could you please post your continued interest? I will post if there are a couple people still wanting to continue this - we can always find more people.
Happy New Year!
Re: [OOC] The War of Dieties; Part 1, The Oracle
I was trying to wait for aesir's post first, but thank you for your attitude. I understand you want to post, but you also need to see nobody is stopping you. Just because we happen to be in one spot doesn't mean you have to wait around for convenience. Post and place yourself somewhere. Yes I understand "I" am the one everyone is following, but I am not pulling the plot from nowhere. A group role-play happens to take a group, just saying. You may be in a different town, but at least that gives something to go on. In case you missed it, I was posting with another member, who has yet to post in return, and couldn't exactly move at that moment.
I understand it's annoying as hell to wait, but as I stated before it takes a group. I can move the plot all I want, but until I have others moving as well where exactly can we go? I may be playing the main, but this is aesir's role play. If you wish to move someplace else, feel free and I am more then willing to move Mika as you need, but I will not change the location of others without permission.
Please be patient. I am just as annoyed with the slowness of the plot, be it's holidays. Express you opinions as needed, but the attitude needs to go. I can not please everyone, nor can I pull the entire plot out of my butt! So please, feel free to post SOMETHING. I do not know how your character will act as of now, so for my to place a setting for him/her wouldn't be fair to you now would it? I'm sorry the inn didn't please you, but we are not staying there, and once I get a reply or SOMEBODY ELSE POSTS I am stuck there.
I understand it's annoying as hell to wait, but as I stated before it takes a group. I can move the plot all I want, but until I have others moving as well where exactly can we go? I may be playing the main, but this is aesir's role play. If you wish to move someplace else, feel free and I am more then willing to move Mika as you need, but I will not change the location of others without permission.
Please be patient. I am just as annoyed with the slowness of the plot, be it's holidays. Express you opinions as needed, but the attitude needs to go. I can not please everyone, nor can I pull the entire plot out of my butt! So please, feel free to post SOMETHING. I do not know how your character will act as of now, so for my to place a setting for him/her wouldn't be fair to you now would it? I'm sorry the inn didn't please you, but we are not staying there, and once I get a reply or SOMEBODY ELSE POSTS I am stuck there.
Re: [OOC] The War of Dieties; Part 1, The Oracle
It's your job to move us forward, you are the one everyone is supposed to follow around.
Re: [OOC] The War of Dieties; Part 1, The Oracle
Can I just move forward? The inn isnt going anywhere....or can somebody post from a different location so we can move?
Re: [OOC] The War of Dieties; Part 1, The Oracle
When the four or five of you who are actually in the tavern decide to advance the plot beyond talking to yourselves it'll let the rest of us post without having every character in the same damn inn at the same time.
Re: [OOC] The War of Dieties; Part 1, The Oracle
Hey guys! Sorry I got ambushed by a big scary life distraction @_@
I'm gonna try to get a post up soon, and I'm glad this is moving along, even if it is a bit slow XD I'm sure we'll get all interested parties to be able to play within a couple days or so!
I'm gonna try to get a post up soon, and I'm glad this is moving along, even if it is a bit slow XD I'm sure we'll get all interested parties to be able to play within a couple days or so!
Re: [OOC] The War of Dieties; Part 1, The Oracle
Alright so I was only... three days later from my planned posting date, and this is about half a day late from when I posted, yet there it is ready for ya'll to do...something! Good luck!
Re: [OOC] The War of Dieties; Part 1, The Oracle
I'll try and scrape a post up today, sometime before this evening. I more than likely will, but don't expect that to be a 100% promise because I don't what's in store today.
Re: [OOC] The War of Dieties; Part 1, The Oracle
It's no problem Scarlet, and btw,
"You're....what I mean is you.....Pride leads to damnation, but you are not afraid."
This nearly made me burst out into laughter in the middle of my sister's Physics exam. Good Job. :P
"You're....what I mean is you.....Pride leads to damnation, but you are not afraid."
This nearly made me burst out into laughter in the middle of my sister's Physics exam. Good Job. :P
Re: [OOC] The War of Dieties; Part 1, The Oracle
Posted. Wasn't sure how anyone could be brought in...but I did have Mika speak loudly at the end...idk maybe it catches somebodies attention. I'll be on all day, so I can post as needed :D Sorry for the wait guys.
Re: [OOC] The War of Dieties; Part 1, The Oracle
I have no lost interest here, I'm just bummed because it looks like it'll be a week or two til I'll be able to get some posting in, and I only have break to be active more than a post a day.
But oh well. I understand people have lives.
Scarlett: I think the only character you can bring in right now is Lumana's. Though how you could do that while her attention is elsewhere, I'm not sure.
Ez: What about goading on Eldritch's part to milk activity out of Dion, like Lumana suggested. :) Some chick (Lumana) just sat near you and is blatantly staring. Could Eldritch rile Dion to the point of snapping at the girl before he catches himself? Sorry if I'm butting in. Just an idea. ^_^
But oh well. I understand people have lives.
Scarlett: I think the only character you can bring in right now is Lumana's. Though how you could do that while her attention is elsewhere, I'm not sure.
Ez: What about goading on Eldritch's part to milk activity out of Dion, like Lumana suggested. :) Some chick (Lumana) just sat near you and is blatantly staring. Could Eldritch rile Dion to the point of snapping at the girl before he catches himself? Sorry if I'm butting in. Just an idea. ^_^