Introduction
The Story
Rays of weak sunlight shone through the darkened trees, reaching out and touching anything within reach. The sun itself had only risen moments earlier, peeking over the horizon in the North. A gentle breeze whistled through the trees, the branches swaying, the leaves whispering. Apart from the whistling of birds in the treetops, no other sound could be heard. Silence had befallen the forest. That was until…
Pounding, the sound of hooves against earth split the air. Closer and closer with every beat. Amongst the leaves, the birds halted their song, listening intently. It was a few moments before each realised the danger and took flight in fear, keen to be away from the trouble that the snorting beasts would bring. They were frightful of the creatures that they brought on their backs, for they knew how evil those animals were. Humans were the worst kind of animal that had ever set foot in the forest. And still the sound came closer, louder and louder.
Out of the bushes burst a man, sweat pouring down his face as he tore across another clearing, desperately trying to escape. His clothes were ragged, torn and dirtied. He was halfway across when the four horses joined him. Their riders had determination as hard as steel in their eyes. Each was clad in armour, but no helmets hid their faces. As they rode, one pulled a crossbow and balanced it skilfully. The noise was lost to the sound of the hooves. But it was clear the soldier had fired and had met his target. Falling forwards, a bolt in his back, the fleeing man gasped. On his hands and knees, he scrambled to get up, as another bolt connected with his shoulder, point blank range. Blood splattered the grass, both from the wound and the mouth.
Drawing to a halt alongside him, the four men glared down at him. None of them spoke as they watched the man reach for them, begging for mercy, begging for help. It was then that the man’s face could be seen. A long scar ran from his ear to the corner of his mouth. His eyes were two different colours, one green and one slate grey. Nodding, one of the horsemen gave the signal.
“You have been accused of being one of the Exiled.” The man groaned, shaking his head desperately. “This is considered a crime against the crown. You have been charged without chance of trail. Your penalty is….” The birds in the trees took off as the crossbow was released. “…death.”
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Background
It’s early 15th Century…But not on Earth. On Earth it’s the 20th Century. But on a world that exists parallel to Earth it’s the late Middle Ages. It’s the time of crossbows, the time of longbows and a time of peril on the world of Hermiant.
A monarchy rules the country, a harsh one, a frightened one. Before he began his reign, his father discovered a race of people on their world that must be crushed. These people had powers. Unimaginably powers that made them people to be feared. In times gone by they had lived in harmony with the rest of the people on Hermiant, never causing trouble. Then Harold IV ascended the throne. He was a paranoid fellow. Soon he became the first King to decide that this race was a danger to the throne and that he must destroy every last one of them. And so he used his army to destroy them, to rid his world of them. But it was discovered that half of his soldiers were the creatures that so readily condemned. They were slaughtered in their sleep…By their fellow soldiers. He announced that they were now the “Exiled.”
When he died, his son continued these traditions and killed any of the “Exiled” that crossed his path. Soon they were all dead. Or were they?
Many had fled into the forests that surrounded the town of Beria, where the King mostly resided throughout the year. They formed groups, camps in which they protected and looked after each other. They stuck together. However, some stayed in the city, hiding their true identities. Which may seem impossible, but they managed it. Every member of the “Exiled” has mis-matched eyes, one of one colour and the other a different colour. Usually one colour was linked to their power and the other the completely opposite. (Example: Controlled of earth would have one green and one blue). The ones that remain in the city have ways of disguising the colouration of their eyes. But they very much exist. And they are furious. Some were there at the purges, witnessed family die at the hands of murderers. Some want revenge and others…Well they want a peaceful life. But they fear that shall never be.
Within the forest, there is a basic structure of authority. Some of the Elders that had seen the first of the purges are in control of the forest group. There are only four of them left. Three more were added, slightly younger than the first four, so that the next generation could have some say as well. Although they are too old to leave the camp, many believe it is time for change, time for revenge. They are discussing the matter of storming the Kingdom and taking down the throne. But they are facing some resistance from their people who are happy within the woods. Will they take the chance? Will they try and take on the King and his remaining army?
Powers are not passed from parents to child, although if your parents have powers you’re more than likely to have them too, just not the same ones. But there are Exiled born to powerless parents. These are in danger. Without the ways to hide their eyes, they cannot be protected from the wrath of the King. Parents more often than not hand their children to the King’s soldiers without a word or feeling of remorse. They have been brainwashed. But there are the parents who hide their children, until they are old enough to understand, or even send them into the woods to live with the “Exiled.” In the forests, the “Exiled” grow restless, worried for these babes that being slaughtered.
Ranging in the ability, many of the “Exiled” are different. Their powers have different strengths and some can merely change various features, whilst others have unbelievable powers. Each find out about these around the age of 8 years old and if they are not with another of the “Exiled” then they will struggle to learn control over their powers. It’s a hard life in the city walls. They need help. If they do not learn to control themselves then they are exposed to the King. Control is everything when it comes powers. For example, someone who can create and wield fire may lose control when they become angry and reveal exactly what they are.
It has been ten years since the last purge of the city and the King believes that he has done his father proud and rid the city of the creatures that threatened them. He is wrong. They are rising up. They want revenge and there are just as many as there were before. He is in trouble. But will they take the throne? Will they manage to take control of the city? Or do they merely want change.
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Effectively, it has been fifty years since the purges of the “Exiled” began. You can choose whether or not to be a member of the “Exile” or a normal human. It is entirely up to you. Again you can choose your position, whether that be in the city or in the forest. The Elders ages much range for around 55+ as they did witness the first of the purges and therefore are older than the rest. This can be played, along with the King and members of the Royal Court, but I will need to approve this beforehand, so mail me.
Rays of weak sunlight shone through the darkened trees, reaching out and touching anything within reach. The sun itself had only risen moments earlier, peeking over the horizon in the North. A gentle breeze whistled through the trees, the branches swaying, the leaves whispering. Apart from the whistling of birds in the treetops, no other sound could be heard. Silence had befallen the forest. That was until…
Pounding, the sound of hooves against earth split the air. Closer and closer with every beat. Amongst the leaves, the birds halted their song, listening intently. It was a few moments before each realised the danger and took flight in fear, keen to be away from the trouble that the snorting beasts would bring. They were frightful of the creatures that they brought on their backs, for they knew how evil those animals were. Humans were the worst kind of animal that had ever set foot in the forest. And still the sound came closer, louder and louder.
Out of the bushes burst a man, sweat pouring down his face as he tore across another clearing, desperately trying to escape. His clothes were ragged, torn and dirtied. He was halfway across when the four horses joined him. Their riders had determination as hard as steel in their eyes. Each was clad in armour, but no helmets hid their faces. As they rode, one pulled a crossbow and balanced it skilfully. The noise was lost to the sound of the hooves. But it was clear the soldier had fired and had met his target. Falling forwards, a bolt in his back, the fleeing man gasped. On his hands and knees, he scrambled to get up, as another bolt connected with his shoulder, point blank range. Blood splattered the grass, both from the wound and the mouth.
Drawing to a halt alongside him, the four men glared down at him. None of them spoke as they watched the man reach for them, begging for mercy, begging for help. It was then that the man’s face could be seen. A long scar ran from his ear to the corner of his mouth. His eyes were two different colours, one green and one slate grey. Nodding, one of the horsemen gave the signal.
“You have been accused of being one of the Exiled.” The man groaned, shaking his head desperately. “This is considered a crime against the crown. You have been charged without chance of trail. Your penalty is….” The birds in the trees took off as the crossbow was released. “…death.”
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Background
It’s early 15th Century…But not on Earth. On Earth it’s the 20th Century. But on a world that exists parallel to Earth it’s the late Middle Ages. It’s the time of crossbows, the time of longbows and a time of peril on the world of Hermiant.
A monarchy rules the country, a harsh one, a frightened one. Before he began his reign, his father discovered a race of people on their world that must be crushed. These people had powers. Unimaginably powers that made them people to be feared. In times gone by they had lived in harmony with the rest of the people on Hermiant, never causing trouble. Then Harold IV ascended the throne. He was a paranoid fellow. Soon he became the first King to decide that this race was a danger to the throne and that he must destroy every last one of them. And so he used his army to destroy them, to rid his world of them. But it was discovered that half of his soldiers were the creatures that so readily condemned. They were slaughtered in their sleep…By their fellow soldiers. He announced that they were now the “Exiled.”
When he died, his son continued these traditions and killed any of the “Exiled” that crossed his path. Soon they were all dead. Or were they?
Many had fled into the forests that surrounded the town of Beria, where the King mostly resided throughout the year. They formed groups, camps in which they protected and looked after each other. They stuck together. However, some stayed in the city, hiding their true identities. Which may seem impossible, but they managed it. Every member of the “Exiled” has mis-matched eyes, one of one colour and the other a different colour. Usually one colour was linked to their power and the other the completely opposite. (Example: Controlled of earth would have one green and one blue). The ones that remain in the city have ways of disguising the colouration of their eyes. But they very much exist. And they are furious. Some were there at the purges, witnessed family die at the hands of murderers. Some want revenge and others…Well they want a peaceful life. But they fear that shall never be.
Within the forest, there is a basic structure of authority. Some of the Elders that had seen the first of the purges are in control of the forest group. There are only four of them left. Three more were added, slightly younger than the first four, so that the next generation could have some say as well. Although they are too old to leave the camp, many believe it is time for change, time for revenge. They are discussing the matter of storming the Kingdom and taking down the throne. But they are facing some resistance from their people who are happy within the woods. Will they take the chance? Will they try and take on the King and his remaining army?
Powers are not passed from parents to child, although if your parents have powers you’re more than likely to have them too, just not the same ones. But there are Exiled born to powerless parents. These are in danger. Without the ways to hide their eyes, they cannot be protected from the wrath of the King. Parents more often than not hand their children to the King’s soldiers without a word or feeling of remorse. They have been brainwashed. But there are the parents who hide their children, until they are old enough to understand, or even send them into the woods to live with the “Exiled.” In the forests, the “Exiled” grow restless, worried for these babes that being slaughtered.
Ranging in the ability, many of the “Exiled” are different. Their powers have different strengths and some can merely change various features, whilst others have unbelievable powers. Each find out about these around the age of 8 years old and if they are not with another of the “Exiled” then they will struggle to learn control over their powers. It’s a hard life in the city walls. They need help. If they do not learn to control themselves then they are exposed to the King. Control is everything when it comes powers. For example, someone who can create and wield fire may lose control when they become angry and reveal exactly what they are.
It has been ten years since the last purge of the city and the King believes that he has done his father proud and rid the city of the creatures that threatened them. He is wrong. They are rising up. They want revenge and there are just as many as there were before. He is in trouble. But will they take the throne? Will they manage to take control of the city? Or do they merely want change.
*****
Effectively, it has been fifty years since the purges of the “Exiled” began. You can choose whether or not to be a member of the “Exile” or a normal human. It is entirely up to you. Again you can choose your position, whether that be in the city or in the forest. The Elders ages much range for around 55+ as they did witness the first of the purges and therefore are older than the rest. This can be played, along with the King and members of the Royal Court, but I will need to approve this beforehand, so mail me.
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"Hmph, you're all talk," Christiana taunted playfully. "Well, how about what you are doing out here in the forest in the middle of the night? You are obviously not here to do any harm, so where is it you are off to? Anywhere interesting I might like to come?" Christiana asked, happy to accompany the perfect stranger she just met in the woods simply because he was like her. "And you know, you still have not introduced yourself!" She walked over to his side, prepared to walk beside him should he reveal his destination. She couldn't say she wasn't using him to an extent, hoping this mysterious stranger might get her into some kind of conflict before the night was over and she had to return to camp to meet Ali.
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An eyebrow cocked upward at all her questioning. "I swear, are all forest walkers this prying?" he said lightly, mostly in a joking manner. "I suppose if you must know, I'm searching for a doctor that lives within this village evidently." The smile on Kyden's face began to fade away, smothered by an ominous frown as he remembered why exactly he had come here. Not to enjoy a hiatus from the city, rather to hopefully cure the contagion before the possibility of it relapsing and growing in power dawned. "Look," he began coldly. "I'm not necessarily the kind of man you want to be near. You think being an exile has difficulties, you don't even want to experience the hellstorms of danger that could be generated by remaining in close proximity to myself." Only now did the realization that this girl was much like himself struck Kyden. If this was true, then she probably was seeking just this sort of thrill. "Dammit. I can only hope not." Kyden said subconsciously.
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"It is not pointless," Abalyth smiled, sticking her shovel into the ground and leaning on it while examining the woman warmly. At her feet, her black cat's gaze switched between the two women, his tail gently swaying back and forth. "That's the purpose of a headstone, to remember people who meant something to you." She drove the shovel a little further into the dampened soil and took a few steps towards her. "You must be Ali, then." She nodded with approval, loosening more of her dark hair.
"Come, it's over this way." Abalyth pointed and began walking in the direction, away from the entrance gate and away from the crypt where she made her living. She led Ali over to a headstone that was as clean as all the rest, (Abby had just finished cleaning out the dead flowers and dirt off of this section of the cemetery) and stopped a few feet in front of it, gesturing to it.
"Take as much time as you need. But understand, those awful king's men have been pestering me a lot lately, I'll hide you in my crypt if my messenger comes to warn me about them approaching again." With that, she bowed at her neck respectfully and turned away to continue her care-taking.
"Come, it's over this way." Abalyth pointed and began walking in the direction, away from the entrance gate and away from the crypt where she made her living. She led Ali over to a headstone that was as clean as all the rest, (Abby had just finished cleaning out the dead flowers and dirt off of this section of the cemetery) and stopped a few feet in front of it, gesturing to it.
"Take as much time as you need. But understand, those awful king's men have been pestering me a lot lately, I'll hide you in my crypt if my messenger comes to warn me about them approaching again." With that, she bowed at her neck respectfully and turned away to continue her care-taking.
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Terrance looked at Zedd without expression. He was told to perform an order, and he would see to it that the order would be fulfilled. This Exile had empty threats, they all did. Even "Little Abby", who he wasn't even sure was an Exile, she didn't seem to possess anything of remarkable significance. But still, Terrance thought it was cute that this man looked after a crazy woman.
"Little Abby?" Terrance repeated with something of a smile, "I don't know about little, and I don't have the authority to call her any shortened form of her name, but that sounds close enough to Abalyth, I suppose." To Terrance, this man was nothing but empty threats. But he was a disciplined man, and knew better than to tell him he thought so. His training still stood, as long as the Exile did not do anything to harm him or his men, he had no right to harm him.
A thought then occurred to him.
"You know," Terrance commented after a while, ignoring Zedd's threat about his fate if he touched a hair on Abalyth's head, "As long as you Exiles don't do anything to get yourselves in trouble, there is really nothing my men or myself can do. The terms that the king asks are simple, really: keep yourselves hidden, don't show your faces in public and stay out of the kingdom, don't use your powers, and everything will be fine." He continued walking down the road.
Suddenly, something ran out of the forest sides and down the road. It made Terrance jump because it had made the ground shake. It was terribly skinny, but too far away to visibly see. It ran as if running for its life, armed in what looked like old-fashioned leather armor... And, though Terrance knew it had to be impossible, it appeared to have no skin. It continued to run in the direction they were heading: towards the graveyard.
"Little Abby?" Terrance repeated with something of a smile, "I don't know about little, and I don't have the authority to call her any shortened form of her name, but that sounds close enough to Abalyth, I suppose." To Terrance, this man was nothing but empty threats. But he was a disciplined man, and knew better than to tell him he thought so. His training still stood, as long as the Exile did not do anything to harm him or his men, he had no right to harm him.
A thought then occurred to him.
"You know," Terrance commented after a while, ignoring Zedd's threat about his fate if he touched a hair on Abalyth's head, "As long as you Exiles don't do anything to get yourselves in trouble, there is really nothing my men or myself can do. The terms that the king asks are simple, really: keep yourselves hidden, don't show your faces in public and stay out of the kingdom, don't use your powers, and everything will be fine." He continued walking down the road.
Suddenly, something ran out of the forest sides and down the road. It made Terrance jump because it had made the ground shake. It was terribly skinny, but too far away to visibly see. It ran as if running for its life, armed in what looked like old-fashioned leather armor... And, though Terrance knew it had to be impossible, it appeared to have no skin. It continued to run in the direction they were heading: towards the graveyard.
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Zed was ready to strike out at the man. He was a tad over protective of those he considered friends. He suddenly sensed something approaching, but he was too focused on Terrance to pay it any mind. A lot can be said about the emotions coming off of people. Just based on that and the situation at hand, you can determine what someone is thinking. Based on Terrance's disposition, Zed couldn't help but smirk when he realized that his promise wasn't taken to heart. When Terrance turned to continue along the way, he spoke of the terms given by the king. Zed straightened back up and continued walking with the man when what he had sensed came bursting through the woods, going towards the graveyard. "What the hell was that?" He sensed fear from the man or creature or whatever it was. He turned to Terrance saying, "Should we keep going or find out what it's running from?"
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"We're going to keep going." Terrance stated definitely, "Between you and I, I am positive that anything that would cause that skimpy thing to run would be no match for me, and possibly you." But Terrance was almost one-hundred-percent positive that it wasn't running from anything. He had seen them before, every time he was walking to the Cemetery. He never caught them, and was never able to catch up to one. The forms were different every time, he had seen rabbits, horses, people, birds... except they all were devastatingly skinny, and never responded if he called out to them.
But that was not something this Exile needed to know. The less Zed thought Terrance knew about this forest, the better off they both were.
While they walked, a black cat stepped out on the road in front of them and sat down, his tail swaying in that thoughtful contemplation that cats often have. It looked up at Terrance, then at Zedd. It mewed, and then walked right over to Zedd and rubbed against his legs, purring and wanting to be picked up.
"Sanguis." Terrance muttered, walking on. "It's her damned cat. I swear I've killed that thing a billion times." Had Zedd not mentioned earlier that he already knew the Mortisascendo family, this would be very suspicious behavior.
But that was not something this Exile needed to know. The less Zed thought Terrance knew about this forest, the better off they both were.
While they walked, a black cat stepped out on the road in front of them and sat down, his tail swaying in that thoughtful contemplation that cats often have. It looked up at Terrance, then at Zedd. It mewed, and then walked right over to Zedd and rubbed against his legs, purring and wanting to be picked up.
"Sanguis." Terrance muttered, walking on. "It's her damned cat. I swear I've killed that thing a billion times." Had Zedd not mentioned earlier that he already knew the Mortisascendo family, this would be very suspicious behavior.
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Taking a mental note of their location, Zed shrugged at Terrance's comment about the creature. I'm not so sure about it being spooked by just anything. Might as well just play dumb for now. As the two walked down the road, Zed looked around the familiar path. It was nice to be home once again. The gates to the cemetery came into sight and a smile made it's way across Zed's face.
As the two approached the gates, he could see Sanguis. When he started rubbing against his leg, Zed bent down and picked him up, letting him rest in his right arm while he pet the cat with his left. "Hey there, Sanguis," he said, chuckling about Terrance having killed him. Walking on, he continued to say, "Well, they do say cats have nine lives. Maybe you just haven't killed him as many times as you would like to think. Besides, everyone has a right to live. Keep that in mind next time you kill something." His tone made sound like a carefree child, but he could still feel the anger emanating from Terrance. "You aren't a very happy person, are you...uhh...what was your name again?"
As the two approached the gates, he could see Sanguis. When he started rubbing against his leg, Zed bent down and picked him up, letting him rest in his right arm while he pet the cat with his left. "Hey there, Sanguis," he said, chuckling about Terrance having killed him. Walking on, he continued to say, "Well, they do say cats have nine lives. Maybe you just haven't killed him as many times as you would like to think. Besides, everyone has a right to live. Keep that in mind next time you kill something." His tone made sound like a carefree child, but he could still feel the anger emanating from Terrance. "You aren't a very happy person, are you...uhh...what was your name again?"
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"It is pointless when your father isn't dead," Ali muttered, following the odd woman towards her father's headstone. She could have found it by herself, but that would have been rude. The girl seemed pleasant enough, though there was something about her that told Ali not to get on her wrong side. Nodding her thanks to Abalyth, she didn't hesitate to sit on the grass that was in front of the headstone. Ali didn't fear the King's men. She had faced off with them so often that she couldn't even begin to count. Each time they had come off worse, so it didn't bother her in the slightest.
"Hey dad," She whispered, placing a handful of flowers against the headstone. "Even though you can't hear me because you're not dead, I thought I'd just come and visit." Giving a gentle sigh, she shook her head, chewing her bottom lip ever so slightly, an awful trait of hers. "I'm going to get you out dad. I know I will. I know you're alive. I'm going to find you." Placing a hand on the stone, a look of determination crossed her eyes.
"Ali, pull your arm back, nice and bent...well done. Hold that tense." Ali's father instructed, moving her arm as he spoke to her. She was biting her tongue in concentration, so hard that it almost drew blood. "Ok, now look down the sight. And release..." There was a twang that split the air. The next sound was the thud of an arrow in the tree. "Ali, well done!" He father grabbed her from behind, swinging her around.
Above Ali, dark clouds were forming rapidly, threatening rain. They were stormy, grey and foreboding. A splatter of rain hit the grave. "I'm going to find you..."
"Hey dad," She whispered, placing a handful of flowers against the headstone. "Even though you can't hear me because you're not dead, I thought I'd just come and visit." Giving a gentle sigh, she shook her head, chewing her bottom lip ever so slightly, an awful trait of hers. "I'm going to get you out dad. I know I will. I know you're alive. I'm going to find you." Placing a hand on the stone, a look of determination crossed her eyes.
"Ali, pull your arm back, nice and bent...well done. Hold that tense." Ali's father instructed, moving her arm as he spoke to her. She was biting her tongue in concentration, so hard that it almost drew blood. "Ok, now look down the sight. And release..." There was a twang that split the air. The next sound was the thud of an arrow in the tree. "Ali, well done!" He father grabbed her from behind, swinging her around.
Above Ali, dark clouds were forming rapidly, threatening rain. They were stormy, grey and foreboding. A splatter of rain hit the grave. "I'm going to find you..."
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Abalyth was scrubbing a headstone when the soft patting of footsteps came through her gate. Alarmed, she stood up and spun around to face her servant. It was a gruesome humanoid with ripped flesh and bugs crawling all over it. It was dressed in half-decayed leather armor, and it had no eyes. Parts that weren't covered with skin were porous bone and ripping tendons. It stood before her, its artificial heart making it sway slightly.
They are coming. It spoke to her without moving its mouth. The cryptic voice spoke softly in the air to her.
Abalyth nodded hastily and dropped the scrubbing brush in the soapy water bucket. "You are dismissed." She touched her servant's helmed head and the zombie walked over to the hole that Abby dug up earlier, and started to bury himself. "Rest in peace." She muttered, taking off her protective apron and running over to where she brought Ali.
"Miss," Abalyth called to her softly, "They're coming, you must come with me please." She did not know how many 'they' was, and she did not know how close they were right now, but it was her duty to protect other Exiles. And protect them she will. "I will take you to my home, you can listen if you press your ear against the door. If they come in to search my home, there is a door that leads down to where my family is kept, you must go in there. They believe it is sealed so they will not enter. You will be safe there." She grabbed Ali's wrist and hoisted the woman to her feet. It was a customary behavior, and most who visited regularly knew such business, but she could not immediately remember this young woman and so she did not know if she knew the drill or not, but it was too late now.
Abalyth opened the door to her crypt and gestured the woman inside, "Please be silent, it's my job to keep you safe." With that, she closed the door, brushed her hands off on her apron and looked around for Sanguis. The cat was no where to be seen, and she huffed with fear and frustration then turned back to cleaning the headstones.
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"Sargent Praesum to you." Terrance answered, "And I am a very happy person, you just fail to see that because your perspective is different than mine." That, he knew, was true. What could an Exile know about discipline and following orders? Even one as experienced as Zed seemed to be.
"Or maybe the damned cat is cursed." Terrance huffed. "Another proof I have that Miss Mortisascendo is an Exile." He muttered this to himself as they approached the gates. He spotted Abalyth crouched before a headstone scrubbing away. Terrance stopped at the gate and called to her: "Miss Mortisascendo, a friend of yours stumbled across my camp. I think you would be very interested in seeing him."
Abalyth let out a laugh and stood, dropping the scrubbing brush back into the bucket and turned around. Her eyes spotted Zed, and for a split second there was a familiar warmth in her eyes. It vanished quickly and she looked at Sargent Praesum. "Let him in, then."
"Miss Mortisascendo, I want to make it clear to you that if you invite him into your cemetery, you invite me as well."
"Come in, then, you will not hurt me." She spat cruelly, but spoke as though she was absolutely certain. As though she knew something he did not.
Nodding, Terrance stepped into the Cemetery next to Zed. Sanguis wrangled out of his hands and leaped towards Abalyth, sitting next to her, mewing hungrily.
"Miss Mortisascendo, I want to kindly remind you of the warrant I have for your arrest."
"You cannot arrest me." She stated plainly. "I have done nothing to be deserving of being arrested. I am but the caretaker of this cemetery."
"You are aware that if you do not comply I will have to use force. Under the order of the king." Terrance's complexion was still very calm, as though he was stating well-known worldly facts to a child.
"I have failed to see you produce any proof to my understanding that is at all reasoning for my arrest. You give me documents that I cannot read as the only proof, and to make me understand you read them to me."
Terrance frowned, "Yes, I read them to you because you cannot read them for yourself."
Abalyth was flustered now, how stupid was this man? "I do not trust you. You could very well be lying to me about what the document says." There were traces of tears in her eyes. Unaware, her hand went to her stomach and rubbed it affectionately.
"Madam," Terrance took a step towards her and reached out to grab her arm, "Your presence is required by the king. You are under arrest for association with Exiles. Your trial will be-" Just as his hand gripped her arm, her eyes looked square into his, making him pause. They were about as black as death.
"I'm expecting." She stated with deadly infliction. She was no longer the young woman gone crazy that he had seen countless times before. She was a woman. A scary woman. "Under the law you are not allowed to lay a finger of harm upon a woman with child without a proper warrant, which you do not have. I know you do not have it because I know what they look like and you have failed to provide one."
"Then I will have to get one of those." Terrance glared down at her, removing his hand. "Don't get too comfortable here." He scowled at Zed before running out of the Cemetery back to his camp.
When he was gone, Abby let herself cry a little bit and ran over to Zed, burying her face in his chest. He knew her family for the longest time. He knew of the curses they had to carry. "I have a guest in my house, I need to let her out. Then we can talk."
She then wandered over to her house and opened the crypt door and gestured for Zed to come inside.
They are coming. It spoke to her without moving its mouth. The cryptic voice spoke softly in the air to her.
Abalyth nodded hastily and dropped the scrubbing brush in the soapy water bucket. "You are dismissed." She touched her servant's helmed head and the zombie walked over to the hole that Abby dug up earlier, and started to bury himself. "Rest in peace." She muttered, taking off her protective apron and running over to where she brought Ali.
"Miss," Abalyth called to her softly, "They're coming, you must come with me please." She did not know how many 'they' was, and she did not know how close they were right now, but it was her duty to protect other Exiles. And protect them she will. "I will take you to my home, you can listen if you press your ear against the door. If they come in to search my home, there is a door that leads down to where my family is kept, you must go in there. They believe it is sealed so they will not enter. You will be safe there." She grabbed Ali's wrist and hoisted the woman to her feet. It was a customary behavior, and most who visited regularly knew such business, but she could not immediately remember this young woman and so she did not know if she knew the drill or not, but it was too late now.
Abalyth opened the door to her crypt and gestured the woman inside, "Please be silent, it's my job to keep you safe." With that, she closed the door, brushed her hands off on her apron and looked around for Sanguis. The cat was no where to be seen, and she huffed with fear and frustration then turned back to cleaning the headstones.
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"Sargent Praesum to you." Terrance answered, "And I am a very happy person, you just fail to see that because your perspective is different than mine." That, he knew, was true. What could an Exile know about discipline and following orders? Even one as experienced as Zed seemed to be.
"Or maybe the damned cat is cursed." Terrance huffed. "Another proof I have that Miss Mortisascendo is an Exile." He muttered this to himself as they approached the gates. He spotted Abalyth crouched before a headstone scrubbing away. Terrance stopped at the gate and called to her: "Miss Mortisascendo, a friend of yours stumbled across my camp. I think you would be very interested in seeing him."
Abalyth let out a laugh and stood, dropping the scrubbing brush back into the bucket and turned around. Her eyes spotted Zed, and for a split second there was a familiar warmth in her eyes. It vanished quickly and she looked at Sargent Praesum. "Let him in, then."
"Miss Mortisascendo, I want to make it clear to you that if you invite him into your cemetery, you invite me as well."
"Come in, then, you will not hurt me." She spat cruelly, but spoke as though she was absolutely certain. As though she knew something he did not.
Nodding, Terrance stepped into the Cemetery next to Zed. Sanguis wrangled out of his hands and leaped towards Abalyth, sitting next to her, mewing hungrily.
"Miss Mortisascendo, I want to kindly remind you of the warrant I have for your arrest."
"You cannot arrest me." She stated plainly. "I have done nothing to be deserving of being arrested. I am but the caretaker of this cemetery."
"You are aware that if you do not comply I will have to use force. Under the order of the king." Terrance's complexion was still very calm, as though he was stating well-known worldly facts to a child.
"I have failed to see you produce any proof to my understanding that is at all reasoning for my arrest. You give me documents that I cannot read as the only proof, and to make me understand you read them to me."
Terrance frowned, "Yes, I read them to you because you cannot read them for yourself."
Abalyth was flustered now, how stupid was this man? "I do not trust you. You could very well be lying to me about what the document says." There were traces of tears in her eyes. Unaware, her hand went to her stomach and rubbed it affectionately.
"Madam," Terrance took a step towards her and reached out to grab her arm, "Your presence is required by the king. You are under arrest for association with Exiles. Your trial will be-" Just as his hand gripped her arm, her eyes looked square into his, making him pause. They were about as black as death.
"I'm expecting." She stated with deadly infliction. She was no longer the young woman gone crazy that he had seen countless times before. She was a woman. A scary woman. "Under the law you are not allowed to lay a finger of harm upon a woman with child without a proper warrant, which you do not have. I know you do not have it because I know what they look like and you have failed to provide one."
"Then I will have to get one of those." Terrance glared down at her, removing his hand. "Don't get too comfortable here." He scowled at Zed before running out of the Cemetery back to his camp.
When he was gone, Abby let herself cry a little bit and ran over to Zed, burying her face in his chest. He knew her family for the longest time. He knew of the curses they had to carry. "I have a guest in my house, I need to let her out. Then we can talk."
She then wandered over to her house and opened the crypt door and gestured for Zed to come inside.
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Zed listened to Terrance say his rank and surname in a bit of a demeaning manner, and chuckled a bit. He could barely stifle his laughter about the cat being cursed. When Abalyth came into sight, Zed's face lit up. She seemed to have grown so much in the past few years. As Terrance spoke to her, the conversation turned to an argument about a warrant. The whole time Abalyth and Terrance argued, Zed stood ready to strike. When the made actually grabbed the girl, a hand went straight to a throwing knife under his cloak. But when she mentioned that she was with child, his heart skipped a beat. He was a little awestruck.
It was hard for Zed to believe that she was pregnant. He couldn't tell what the two said after that, and his hand returned to his side. Everything seemed to just blend together into slop. He blinked his one eye and shook his head and things returned to normal. He heard Terrance telling him not to get comfortable and Abalyth ran over crying into his chest. He wrapped his arms around her in the most comforting manner he could. She pulled away and informed him of her guest and he followed her to the house. Stepping inside, he nodded to the girl, whom he recognized from the camp. He leaned against the wall, not far from the door, waiting for Abalyth to say something.
It was hard for Zed to believe that she was pregnant. He couldn't tell what the two said after that, and his hand returned to his side. Everything seemed to just blend together into slop. He blinked his one eye and shook his head and things returned to normal. He heard Terrance telling him not to get comfortable and Abalyth ran over crying into his chest. He wrapped his arms around her in the most comforting manner he could. She pulled away and informed him of her guest and he followed her to the house. Stepping inside, he nodded to the girl, whom he recognized from the camp. He leaned against the wall, not far from the door, waiting for Abalyth to say something.
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Ali was surprised to be suddenly pulled to her feet by the odd grave-keeper. "Who is 'they?'" She demanded to know as she hurried after her, frowning at Abalyth's back, but she was to receive no reply. Inside she was ushered inside of the woman's home, where she gave her a dark look, not keen on being shoved to one side, but she would be silent as was suggested by Abalyth. Nodding, she settled by the door as it closed, pressing her head against it. Outside she could hear the roar of the wind, but that was because of her mood and she quickly put a stop to it so that the unnatural wind would draw unwanted attention to the graveyard.
Snatches of conversation could be heard through the door and it was none too pleasant. It caused Ali to frown even more as she listened to the stranger's voice. He didn't sound like the sort of person that should be crossed, but she couldn't help but want to meet him and teach him a lesson. He spoke with a complete disrespect for Abalyth who gave just as good as he got. Then there was silence and Ali backed away from the door, crossing her arms across her chest. When it was pulled open, she arched an eyebrow as she watched the pair. "Want to tell me what that was all about? And who is this?" She regarded Zed with cool eyes, her expression stern.
Snatches of conversation could be heard through the door and it was none too pleasant. It caused Ali to frown even more as she listened to the stranger's voice. He didn't sound like the sort of person that should be crossed, but she couldn't help but want to meet him and teach him a lesson. He spoke with a complete disrespect for Abalyth who gave just as good as he got. Then there was silence and Ali backed away from the door, crossing her arms across her chest. When it was pulled open, she arched an eyebrow as she watched the pair. "Want to tell me what that was all about? And who is this?" She regarded Zed with cool eyes, her expression stern.
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"It's okay, he's... One of us." Abalyth put what she hoped was a comforting hand on the woman's shoulder. "I wasn't arguing with him, I was arguing with 'Sargent Praesum'" She mocked his voice with spite, and then fell on her bed, sitting with her face in her hands. "He is accusing me of being an Exile, and he's been trying to arrest me for months. I am one, but he has no hard proof. That one fact is keeping him from arresting me. But he found out that I've hiding Exiles, which is also a crime. He thinks if he can arrest me for one thing, he can catch me at another- which is true. I've bought some time by telling him I'm with child- which is true- but..." Her eyes went to Zed, knowing that he knew her family's conditions about pregnancy and passing on the curse, and unsure if she should tell this woman. "They just can't find me. They can't arrest me..." Abby started to cry softly with her overwhelming sense of helplessness.
"I also can't use my power to protect me because then he'll know for sure that I am an Exile, and he'll bring his whole camp down here... Unless there's a troll or an ogre buried somewhere around here, or a giant, I don't think I'll be able to do much to keep them away from me."
"I also can't use my power to protect me because then he'll know for sure that I am an Exile, and he'll bring his whole camp down here... Unless there's a troll or an ogre buried somewhere around here, or a giant, I don't think I'll be able to do much to keep them away from me."
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Ali gave Zed another cool look before her eyes fell back to Abalyth who had out a comforting hand on her shoulder. "You don't need to protect yourself," She said slowly, chewing her bottom lip in thought as she frowned at the unlikely pair. Taking a seat beside her, she brushed her hair from her eyes and watched Abalyth. She placed an uneasy arm around the odd girl with a soft smile, giving Zed a similar one. She had the beginnings of a plan forming in her mind and she hoped that it would work and she could put it into action. "I can protect you...Without that man ever knowing I'm here," A small smirk formed on her lips as she faced the girl, a glint in her eyes. "The weather is a mysterious thing. Well for most it is..." A wicked grin replaced her small smirk as she got to her feet, throwing the door open. Outside a fierce wind was sweeping through the graveyard. As soon as Ali set her eyes upon it, it stopped dead and rain replaced it.
"I can make it so that he can never even get to you," She told them, closing the door, the splatter of rain halting outside. "I want to talk to him myself. He might be a threat to you, but he hasn't met me yet. Just let me speak to him. I don't even have to mention you. Hell, I don't even have to mention the Exiles. These foolish men have no idea what controls the weather, they know nothing of the power behind it. It's a mystery to everyone, even me." She gave a small shrug. "Tell me where I can find him..."
"I can make it so that he can never even get to you," She told them, closing the door, the splatter of rain halting outside. "I want to talk to him myself. He might be a threat to you, but he hasn't met me yet. Just let me speak to him. I don't even have to mention you. Hell, I don't even have to mention the Exiles. These foolish men have no idea what controls the weather, they know nothing of the power behind it. It's a mystery to everyone, even me." She gave a small shrug. "Tell me where I can find him..."
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Zed stood silently against the wall. He began reaching out with his mind when Ali started smiling. She seemed confident and he began wondering what she might be planning. When she started playing with the weather, he couldn't but let out a chuckle. Pushing off of the wall, he said, "We should probably leave it alone for now. That man has his head so far up his ass, I can't tell which end is which." Scratching the back of his head, he added, "But, we do need to do something about him. It should take a few days to get the proper paperwork. In the meantime, we can come up with a good permanent solution that won't be a problem for anyone other than the sergeant, of course."
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"You all underestimate them." Abby muttered to herself. "From what I understand about Terrance, he is very duty-bound on both extremes. He wants us dead, but he will not do so until we commit a crime. You notice he is all tough-talk, and he has every right to be, but he won't ever push anything unless he has something legal against you. He is also- as twisted as it sounds- a gentleman. That's why once I told him I was pregnant, he stopped dead in his tracks. He's a solider but he is more true to himself than he is to his king. He does not understand why our existence alone makes us worthy of death. So instead he pays careful attention to the crimes we do commit. Though he would make a very interesting part of my collection, I think it would better be in our benefit to try to convert him. We just have to not commit any crimes."
"We've underestimated them a lot in the past, and it's gotten a whole lot of our kind killed- believe me, I know. Since Terrance controls the camp that's supposed to be controlling the forest and all of the Exiles inside of it, he has a whole lot of influence. If we don't do anything- or rather, don't get caught- he won't do anything to stop us or capture us."
A wave of nausea swept over her and she closed her eyes and leaned back against the wall, holding her stomach and waiting for it to settle down. "I can't leave the Graveyard, it's my home." She said after a while. It was a dramatic understatement. "Well, I can, but I have to protect it in a way I've never seen done before..." She carefully stood up and walked over to a bookshelf. "I have to perform a ritual that will hide the Cemetery and prevent anyone but me from entering it again." Abby ran her fingers over the massive collection of journals and diaries on the shelf from her ancestors.
Finally, she turned around to Ali. "If you are certain your plan to hide me will work, I will leave. But you must give me time to pack provisions." A sudden scratching noise came from the crypt door that led down into the burial area of her ancestors. She sighed a smile and opened the door. Sanguis came running in the room and crawled up on Zed's lap. "What exactly, is your plan?" Abby asked, closing the door again.
"We've underestimated them a lot in the past, and it's gotten a whole lot of our kind killed- believe me, I know. Since Terrance controls the camp that's supposed to be controlling the forest and all of the Exiles inside of it, he has a whole lot of influence. If we don't do anything- or rather, don't get caught- he won't do anything to stop us or capture us."
A wave of nausea swept over her and she closed her eyes and leaned back against the wall, holding her stomach and waiting for it to settle down. "I can't leave the Graveyard, it's my home." She said after a while. It was a dramatic understatement. "Well, I can, but I have to protect it in a way I've never seen done before..." She carefully stood up and walked over to a bookshelf. "I have to perform a ritual that will hide the Cemetery and prevent anyone but me from entering it again." Abby ran her fingers over the massive collection of journals and diaries on the shelf from her ancestors.
Finally, she turned around to Ali. "If you are certain your plan to hide me will work, I will leave. But you must give me time to pack provisions." A sudden scratching noise came from the crypt door that led down into the burial area of her ancestors. She sighed a smile and opened the door. Sanguis came running in the room and crawled up on Zed's lap. "What exactly, is your plan?" Abby asked, closing the door again.
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Dae Renshaw
With more luck than one person should ever have
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Cristiana Michieli
Beautiful darkness...
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Oh baby, I will never let anyone take you away, not ever.
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Poison in the veins, infection under the skin.
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Slowly learning the way of the world...so to speak
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Sister of Aaliya- But I will get MY way, and of course look sickly sweet the same time.
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With more luck than one person should ever have
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Oh baby, I will never let anyone take you away, not ever.
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Beautiful darkness...
Terrance Praesum
Forest Station General
Abalyth Mortisascendo
The Caretaker of Evernight Cemetery
Kyden Ezzerin
Poison in the veins, infection under the skin.
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Sister of Aaliya- But I will get MY way, and of course look sickly sweet the same time.
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Naida
Sister of Aaliya- But I will get MY way, and of course look sickly sweet the same time.
Abalyth Mortisascendo
The Caretaker of Evernight Cemetery
Cristiana Michieli
Beautiful darkness...
Freya Rose
Oh baby, I will never let anyone take you away, not ever.
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Beria/Beria Woods ↪ Evernight Cemetery Owner: RolePlayGateway
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Re: [OOC] The Exiled
Yeah, so... I'm getting back into role playing and cleaning out my role plays... If no one posts by next week I'm leaving.
Re: [OOC] The Exiled
For anyone who cares, I won't be able to post this weekend because I have Prom! yay..
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That's great guys, I will post as soon as TheScarletPlague has, as Ali is awaiting her reply. However, I understand workloads are hard right now, as my own is as well. Don't worry about it. Just post when you can. :)
Re: [OOC] The Exiled
I'm still here too but I'm in the same boat as ScarletPlague, "assignment season" has come so things are rather busy at school but I'll do my best to post when I can. >.<
Re: [OOC] The Exiled
hey guys, I'm sorry for not being online, school has been killing me for these past few weeks, and sadly, it doesn't look like it's going to let up soon. But I'll try to post replies this weekend >.< I'm still here, sorta, lol!
Re: [OOC] The Exiled
Yep, I'll stay so long as the rest of you stay active, too. Just thought this was dead.
Re: [OOC] The Exiled
Unfortunately we've lost a lot of characters, which I really disappointed about. However, I am willing to continue with those of you that are left. I should be a little more active now, which I haven't been.
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I'm so sorry guys. I've been extremely sick (some days I couldn't even eat or get out of bed), and have only just recovered. I will post tonight and be pretty much back to posting regularly soon. Very sorry!
Re: [OOC] The Exiled
I don't disapprove of profanity, but in case others do, keep it to a very minimum if possible please. I don't want anyone offended! Thank you! :)
Re: [OOC] The Exiled
Everyone: The new places are up! I must ask that you PLEASE try and use them as it's going to make it a lot easier on everyone.
Luce: You are more than welcome to do that! We all have lives off of this site, so it's completely fine, I'm just glad that you want to re-join us. :)
Luce: You are more than welcome to do that! We all have lives off of this site, so it's completely fine, I'm just glad that you want to re-join us. :)
Re: [OOC] The Exiled
I wanted to apoligize for being gone from the RP for so long, and I feel bad, but I wanted to ask if anyone would mind if I resubmitted a character and start new? Lemme know:)
Re: [OOC] The Exiled
I agree with you, because it is becoming complicated. I will add both Evernight and the encampment to the places list and appeal to the other characters to give me an idea of where they are so I can add. I will also add the camp in the forest as well and the city centre too. I hope this clears up some confusion as to where everyone is. It will have to wait until tomorrow as I'm going away tonight, but I will make sure I do it when I can.
Re: [OOC] The Exiled
Can I make a request?
There are a lot of characters in this role play, and all of them write lengthly posts- which is a wonder- however, I think such an amount and such literacy requires more spacious accomodations.
Based on my (limited) understanding of other characters and their interactions, we have a number of small arrangements within the forest, and therefore I do think it would be the the benefit of the role play in its entirety to add more places, so it would be easier for the individual characters to find whom they are to interact with.
For instance (forgive me, I can only reference my own characters) Abalyth is the caretaker of the Evernight Graveyard, so most of her posts will take place there, whereas Terrance is the Sargeant of a military encampment at the entrance of the forest, so unless he is traveling elsewhere within the forest, that is where his posts will be. This would help those interacting with these specific characters stay organized and make the role play itself more appealing.
There are a lot of characters in this role play, and all of them write lengthly posts- which is a wonder- however, I think such an amount and such literacy requires more spacious accomodations.
Based on my (limited) understanding of other characters and their interactions, we have a number of small arrangements within the forest, and therefore I do think it would be the the benefit of the role play in its entirety to add more places, so it would be easier for the individual characters to find whom they are to interact with.
For instance (forgive me, I can only reference my own characters) Abalyth is the caretaker of the Evernight Graveyard, so most of her posts will take place there, whereas Terrance is the Sargeant of a military encampment at the entrance of the forest, so unless he is traveling elsewhere within the forest, that is where his posts will be. This would help those interacting with these specific characters stay organized and make the role play itself more appealing.
Re: [OOC] The Exiled
Sorry I haven't posted yet; I'm super busy DX
It's kind of like my character to take this long to come in though XD
But ya, it may still be awhile before I get in; just letting you know I'm still here and interested.
It's kind of like my character to take this long to come in though XD
But ya, it may still be awhile before I get in; just letting you know I'm still here and interested.
Re: [OOC] The Exiled
8) Just posted both of my character's intros. Excited about this RP lots and lots!
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Hey, Luce, just in case you are referring to me in your post, I totally am an exile, but we could always infer that you just don't notice.