Introduction
Before the battle- Two steps from hell
Goodbye for now- Two steps from hell
Starfall- Two steps from hell
Dystopic- Position music
Wind queen- Two steps from hell
Surrender to hope- Two steps from hell
...and plenty more two steps from hell songs for your inspiration.
My grandmother used to tell me about men. Big, hairy creatures as violent as the rainstorms that swept across our plains in the flowering season.
Beings who were supposedly like us females, but different in ways I couldnβt imagine, having never met one myself.
And on those nights when Grandmotherβs crackling voice whispered secrets into my ear, I would lie awake in my bed for hours afterwards, frozen with the fear that they would breach Eagle Talonβs walls and kill us all.
Or worse, that they might drag us off to their village where we would suffer a worse fateβ¦
But on your first mission guarding a caravan travelling to sister villages you find yourself dealing with enemies you never anticipated!
Character places:
Conduits:
Conduits are Guardians who possess special powers. Fire, water, air, healing - They can only use their powers when they have something near them that relates to it. A river, an already lit flame etc. (apart from a healer)Their powers are very draining and they can only use them for a short while before becoming exhausted. They are also strong and lithe and can fight with their swords. Their powers arenβt a sustainable weapon and they cannot rely soully upon it. No woman is born with the Conduit powers, they gain their powers gradually. Any woman can become a Conduit but they are rare. A fire conduit is the rarest. Powers come from their hands- if their hands are bound together with their palms facing one another (as if praying) they cannot use their powers unless they wish to blow their hands off!
Conduits:
1: Yona- Taken by Magicalneko
2: Neo- Taken by Just sayin'
3: Seren- Taken by Nivosity
Healer:
1: Deene- Taken by Krazeytigger
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Guardians:
Guardians are women trained in combat, their duty is to protect their home and their sisters. They are talented in combat as they are both quick and lithe, they have keen swords and sharp spears. Guardians are not conduits but they are capable of using small amounts of energy to stun their opponents. Using this particular talent is costly though- it drains their power quickly and will leave them dizzy and fatigued. A guardians first and only job is to protect and fight. They dislike the Huntresses and believe they are the only sincere protectors. Energy Powers come from their hands- if their hands are bound together with their palms facing one another (as if praying) they cannot use their powers unless they wish to blow their hands off!
Guardians:
1: Corin- Taken by Cienpher
2: Leotie- Taken by Shmband
3: Tala- Taken by Kuukakulily
4: Reserved for Cayleens duckie
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Huntresses:
Similar to Guardians the Huntresses are women specifically trained in the hunt. Lithe, tall and graceful. They can read the earth and hunt anything from man to beast. They prefer their bows and arrows but they can wield a sword as well as any Guardian. Their job is specifically to hunt and they hold themselves above the guardians because they are the providers. Energy Powers come from their hands- if their hands are bound together with their palms facing one another (as if praying) they cannot use their powers unless they wish to blow their hands off!
Huntresses:
1: Assah- Taken by Meesha
2: Zahara- Taken by Ravelin
3: Mia- Taken by Gezzygezzy
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Men: Can be young, old, middle aged. They belong to a make shift brother hood. They do not get along alike the women. They are quite selfish and only band together to achieve their own goals. Men possess no powers, they only have their general strength and size as an advantage. It is still a vast advantageβ¦
Men:
1: Frivolous- Taken by Yashie
2: Aedan- Taken by Almostinsane
3: Radahnot- Taken by Seveneleven
4:Baccus- Taken by Shmband
5: Callous- Taken by Meesha
6: Reserved for Cayleen
7: Reserved for Cas-isnt-here
8: Valkin- Taken by Just sayin'
9:Sloth- Taken by Ravelin
Character skeletons:
WOMEN:
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[b]Name:[/b] Put your name here. You do not have to have a surname.
[b]Age:[/b] 17-21 (older women will be NPC's or second characters)
[b]She is a:[/b] Guardian, conduit, huntress etc. and neat description of any particular skills she has. As a conduit what can she do? As a guardian how good is her swordmanship etc. Are they new to being a conduit/guardian/huntress?
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Personality:[/b] Detailed. This must be detailed. Really think about your character...as if you become her. Keep your mind in the setting as well.
[b]Description:[/b] Detailed description of your character. Her appearance, what she wears etc. Make sure it is consistant with what she is (guardian etc)
[b]Likes, Dislikes and personal fears:[/b] A small paragraph on what they like, dislike and things they secretly fear. They can be big or small fears etc.
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Thoughts on men:[/b] You can include this in the section above or make it a seperate section. Just a little on how you view men, sympathy? Hatred? Fear? etc. Have you ever seen a man before?
MEN:
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[b]Name:[/b] Put your name here. You do not have to have a surname.
[b]Age:[/b] 18-28 (older men will be NPC's or second characters)
[b]He is a:[/b] Warrior? Craftsman? Most of you should be trained in combat if you're there so keep that in mind.
[b]Personality:[/b] Detailed. This must be detailed. Really think about your character...as if you become him. Keep your mind in the setting as well.
[b]Description:[/b] Detailed description of your character. His appearance, what he wears etc.
[b]Likes, Dislikes and personal fears:[/b] A small paragraph on what they like, dislike and things they secretly fear. They can be big or small fears etc.
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Thoughts on Women:[/b] You can include this in the section above or make it a seperate section. Just a little on how you view women, sympathy? Hatred? Lust? Have you ever seen a woman before?
[font=Papyrus]PLOT: Don't worry! There is a plot going on! I'm just keeping a fair bit of it in the dark to make it more exciting for the rest of you but I will be revealing things over a short period of time.
Please read the prologue of Conduit: Prologue : Itβs only a page long but it holds essential information and sets the scene for those roleplaying so you understand exactly how men and women view one another.
Reading conduit will give you a great foot up in the roleplay. I've covered basic's here but it'd be brilliant if you could read a few chapters to really understand it and well...FALL IN LOVE WITH IT!
The setting:
Set in days where horses are used to get around. It's all quite tribal. We can all collaborate on the scenery but keep this in mind when describing things. There are vast lakes, forests, wild beasts and animals- plenty of nature!
Rules and Extra Information:
+ Any questions or queries don't be afraid to ask :) As GM i'm hear for questions.
+ All basic roleplay rules apply so please follow them, no godmodding etc. and please stay realistic despite the fantasy themes.
+ Romance, betrayal, death, life etc. It'll all go on in this roleplay but keep it in IC. Let's not brandish our spears and beat our chests in the OOC.
+ Did I mention how much I love questions?? - If someone asks a question on the OOC and you already know the answer don't hesitate to tell them as it saves me repeating myself
+ Please follow the character skeleton I set up. It's nice to have a consistancy within profiles. Do spend time on your profiles. I'll be disappointed if you don't include detail etc.
+ Swearing isn't a priority so lets not do it too much.
+ I'm looking for mature players who will be able to carry off this roleplay- people who can really get into their characters.
+ If you join. Stay with me. It's the least you can do ;) Or I'll be forced to hunt you down and do terrible things!!
+Everyone on here is literate otherwise they wouldn't be joining a roleplay site but I would like people who enjoy writing decent sized posts. You can get an idea of how much you should write from my first post. I'm not expecting 2000 words within every post but a decent amount would be LOVELY!
+ Reservations can be made by nothing is yours for certain until I accept your characters. More than one person can reserve a spot.
I Can't think of anything else just yet but if I think of something I'll sling it here!!
Male images: Click here
Female images: Click here
Not all images on either of the albums are suitable for this roleplay, I will leave it up to you to decipher which are okay and which aren't. Don't hesitate to ask if an image is suitable if you really, really like it. You obviously don't have to use any of the images in the album they are merely there if you want them and also to get the wheels turning when you're selecting an image for your character.
Copyright Β© 2011 Hope-Adon
This roleplay is taken from the book βConduitβ written by Hope-Adon. I canβt encourage you enough to click on the link provided and read the story for yourselves on watt pad. It is truly inspirational and such a fantastic read. She honestly is talented and I am currently reading it myself. I am a huge fan of βConduitβ and I hope you will read it also. This plotline and all else involved belongs to her. You may not use it yourselves. Otherwise you will be in breech of her copyright.
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Sadly he was robbed the opportunity of that mirth today, and indeed for several days gone. There had been very little cause for celebration for almost a week now. Not just little cause, but little means also, since the traders had been cut off by mysterious attacks on those following the trade routes. No wine. No mead. No motivation to levity.
No small part of the problem was the mood Radahnot - the leader of the settlement - had been in since the attacks began. It wasn't just alcohol which wasn't coming in, it was food, water, craft materials, medicinal herbs. Everything was in short supply. But it wasn't just the hardship the predicament inflicted on the men which had Radahnot in a glower. It was the likely culprits.
Nobody had seen who was attacking the trade routes, but it didn't take a lot of imagination. In a world where men were forced to the margins of the land, the only people with any reason to make life more difficult for the men were the women of Eagle Wing; the nearest of the women's villages. Not for their gain, Radahnot would say, but purely out of spite.
Baccus sighed a long sigh. It was a tiresome affair. But one which apparently could not be shaken off easily. There was never any evidence of a large attacking party, but the attacks were brutal and never left any survivors. So the raiders had never been seen.
Was there a song that could lighten the spirits of the men? Perhaps a humourous ditty about the day when Radahnot catches the women responsible, and the unpleasant things he would have done to them. Such a song might be worth writing, but for the fact that after seven days of the attacks people were starting to despair that the attackers would ever be caught. They were sneaky and underhand. Evidence enough that they were women...
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Untilβ¦
A steady drumbeat sound echoed across the plains. Louder and louder, like a storm rolling in from the distance. Small animals scattered in its wake, birds taking flight in fright from the trees. The rumbling sound of hooves on dried earth was an ominous noise to all those that heard. A streak of grey moved across the horizon with speed and grace. Its strong legs pushed forwards, muscles straining against the smooth coat, sleek dark mane and tail flowing behind. Upon its back, a slender woman bent forwards, body arched. The woman held on with pure strength from her legs, which were long and tanned, the muscles there tone and smooth. Her torso was slim, but curved gently in the right places, an exquisite hour-glass figure. Her long fingers curled around a thin strip of worn leather, the only man-made thing upon the horse. No saddle adorned its back, nor any stirrups. Behind her, black curly hair billowed effortlessly as horse and rider moved with elegance as one. In the sunlight of the morning, two emerald eyes sparkled slightly, flecks of gold shimmering in the irises. The woman was no older than twenty years and her youth showed in the delighted look she held upon her face. Out here, on the plains, she was free. As free as a bird in flight. But that didnβt mean she could remain out here. She must return to her people.
Deene applied pressure through her legs, bringing her grey stallion back to a gallop and finally a trot. Rubbing his neck, she could feel the sweat beneath her fingertips; the tangy scent filled her nostrils. Whispering soft words, she pressed her lips to his ear. He flicked them backwards in response, listening to her every mutter. As he trotted forwards, the woman upon his back kept a keen eye open for any sign of danger. Upon her belt was her dagger and thrown over her slim shoulder was a brilliantly carved bow with a quiver of eagle feather-tipped arrows. It never hurt to be prepared when venturing out alone. Deene did not like to think that she would be caught unawares, especially seeing as she had been scouting herself. As far as she could see, there was no apparent danger close to the village, but one could never be too sure. At least, she had seen no Men.
Men, the thought alone made Deene want to shiver with disgust. She had seen Men, from a distance, she had heard the tales and she didnβt like them one little bit. However, the young woman of only eighteen summers was yet to meet a man in person. But that didnβt stop her heightened disdain at their existence. When Deene had discovered her Healing ability, she had vowed to protect her village and the people within it. That meant protecting them from the threat of Men. And she would gladly do so. They were her family, her sisters. It was her duty to do all that she could for them, whether that was healing their wounds or fighting their battles. She would give up everything if she had to for them.
And now upon the horizon, her village and home loomed into sight. A smile flickered upon her pale lips as she straightened on her horseβs back, impatiently brushing strands of dark brown hair from her beautiful eyes. Urging the creature onwards, already Deene could see the village beginning to wake from its slumber. Early risers were preparing for the day ahead, packing their goods to sell and trade. She too would be going with them, but not to trade. The young woman had nothing to trade, save the horses that she looked after and sheβd grown too attached to the beasts to part with them. Occasionally she would trade a foal or two, but the villageβs horses were growing vastly because of her. Eventually, she would need to get rid of some, but for now, she was content with their numbers.
Many turned to greet Deene as she reached the edge of the village. Stopping her horse, she slid effortlessly from his back, landing as light as cat on her feet and completely as graceful. Tugging the handmade rein over the horseβs head, she began to lead him through the village, careful to avoid getting in anyoneβs way as they prepared. Being a Healer Conduit meant that the women in the village knew her by name and face. It didnβt bother her, but sometimes she wanted to be left alone so that she could think or plan, or even just train. Now, they nodded or smiled at the young woman, but most were too busy to stop and chat with her. Deene preferred this. A peaceful silence that allowed her to be alone with her thoughts.
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She remebered asking Grannyma,
"Who is this?"
She had laughed and said,
"Why, it's your gaurdian angel, my dear."
Mia didn't believe in gaurdian angels and still didn't but it wouldn't hurt Grannyma if she didn't know that. She brushed it through her firey red strands of hair then set it bac down with the angel side up as always. Then, she slid on her golden headpiece. She always wore it when she went hunting, after all, the emerald encrusted headpiece was an heirloom. Climbing back up the ladder she put on one of her hunting outfits and a cape made of a deer pelt so she wouldn't be weighed to the ground like when she wore her bear pelt.
Looking back outside she noticed the sun was starting to escape the horizon and creep up to the top of the sky. She slung her bow and arrows across her shoulder then swiped up her sword as she exited her home, heading towards her Grannyma's house to check up on her. She had been feeling ill lately and she wanted to see to it that she got better, and fast.
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But it was no good. As she held the tunic in front of her, all she could think about was the journey ahead, how strange it would be to be away from Eagle Talon for so long. She had done the tour before of course, but it was part of her training, and was at a time when she was craving a change of scenery from the village anyway. There was much still to prepare.
The sound of hooves approaching rose above the din of early morning chatter, and the sounds of people setting up their respective trades, and exciteable young girls being followed by weary mothers, many of whom had no doubt been awake since before the rising of the sun. Theirs was a job Leotie did not envy.
But the trotting came nearer, and the horse itself came to view. A magnificent animal indeed, and every bit as instantly recogniseable as it's rider. Leotie put down her work and stood up, frowning in disapproval and casually sauntering out into the horse's path, looking up at Deene.
"Did you know," she said gruffly, "that in training they tell as that the rarest of our people are fire conduits, but the most valuable and important to defend are the healers. What good is it them telling us this, if our healers venture out on scouting patrols by themselves? Who sanctioned the sortie? Don't we have other people to perform those tasks? Isn't that what we Guardians are for?"
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Tala braided her hair in a slow, meticulous manner. She always enjoyed doing so and it reminded her of how her mother used to plait it for her. There was no mother now to play with the hair she so valued in life. There was nobody but Tala in this little hut built for two. it was true enough Tala valued her "sisters" so to speak, but she felt they never truly understood her the way her only flesh and blood did. Illness and disease had been a large factor in killing her own ancestors off, leaving her to hope she didn't fall prey to it as well.
She sighed as the morbid thoughts ran through her head. It's best not to dwell on this, she thought to herself It will only make you all the more anxious. She finished plaiting her hair and grabbed her sword and shield. She strapped them securely onto her back and grabbed her deer hide pack of supplies and left her hut. The morning was inviting and women were setting up booths to sell their produce and such at market. Tala mulled over buying an apple before her thoughts were interrupted by the steady sound of hooves upon ground. She looked up to see the healer, Deene, riding through town returning a wave or a smile to those who gave her one. She knew Deene well enough as she had patched many of Tala's injuries and Tala respected her abilities as a healer, but they had never come to know another as friends. She gave Deene a wave of greeting as she passed her and bought an apple from a young girl and her mother. She sat on the ground fairly close to the market and bit into the delicious fruit as she waited for the rest of the trading party to come along.
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"How are you feeling?" Mia said softly, thinking if she spoke to loud it may hurt her fragile self.
"Just fine darling. Thank you for stopping by. How are you? I hear you are going on the trade caravan, how exiting. You know I was once..." she kept talking about her journeys as she did so many times, why Mia knew every story by heart so she had no need to listen to this one. When she finished a few minutes later she pushed a strand of gray hair out of her face and behind her ear, it was small compared to the braid going all the way down the woman's back and hitting the chair.
"I just wanted to say goodbye," she said, "I'll be gone for a while and don't want you to think I was leaving without saying my farewells."
Grannyma smiled and a twinkle showed in her eyes that were full of wisdom and stories, that was why she had always listened, becaus ehtose were the eyes of a woman who told the truth, she wished her eyes looked like that. When she looked back down at the stitching beside the rocking chair she knew it was time to go. Walking out the door she became her normal self again. She always had to be so kind, no matter what around her, that wasn't like Mia. Not at all. Walking at a fast pace she exited the small village and into the vast, open assortment of trees that was the beginning of the forest and started scavenging for tracks.
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In speaking of Deene, Yona wished she could have gone out for a ride that morning, accompanying the dark-haired healer and her grey stallion, but unfortunately, her mother had given her firm instructions not to leave the village that morning. βYouβve been chosen as one of few to accompany this caravan, and Iβm not going to let you ruin it for yourself. Theyβve trusted you this much, so make sure you donβt mess it up.β She didnβt plan to. She had already been asked to help saddle horses and assign them to riders based on ability and body type, which was no problem except that she was nervous about letting Qualia go off with someone she didnβt know very well. She wished she could ride both him and Quaris, but that was both impossible and greedy. Still, this was another chance to prove herself, because sheβd just decided that Qualia was as good as he was going to get. Sheβd been working on his training with Quaris, and the only thing he wouldnβt do was pull cart. He detested it, and went so far as to rear up and bite at anyone who tried to harness him β Yona included. In that case, she would give him to someone she knew who also had the riding abilities to be able to handle him; while he was well-behaved, he tended to be a little high-strung sometimes. On the upside, he was slowly learning to ground tie like his sister and heβd stopped rearing up and bolting when squirrels ran across his path.
Qualia hadnβt been fond of squirrels since heβd been bitten on the nose as a foal, curiously exploring his world of wonderβ¦.
A knot had gathered in her stomach as Yona thought of the long journey ahead of her and her sisters; she didnβt even notice that sheβd faded off and was staring at the edge of one of the homes in the village until Quaris nudged her side with her ears pulled back in annoyance. Yona just laughed, more because sheβd allowed herself to lose focus than because of the purely agitated look on her mareβs face, but fell silent when she heard something at the Talonβs gate. An arrival? Deene had probably just gotten back from her ride that morning and was probably enjoying the peace as everyone moved around, too busy to stop and talk. Yonaβs first thought was to jump the well-made fence and rush out to find her, slowing to a walk when she caught sight of the tall grey stallion and the dark-haired female who lead him effortlessly. She lifted a hand to wave, calling out Deeneβs name with a measure of excitement. Walking to the right of the stallion, Yona stroked his strong neck firmly and occupied herself twisting her fingers through his mane.
βDeene, Yuunaβs come up lame since this morning, in case you didnβt notice; and Sansaβs joint is still a little stiff. On the other hand, Iβm wondering if Qualia is ready for a long journey like this, unless you know someone who can handle him β heβs still got some problems, but I think the work will be great experience for him.β
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Deene's head jerked up when Leotie addressed her in a gruff voice. The healer couldn't help but smile to herself. Everyone in the village looked out for one another, but the Guardians more than most. It didn't bother her that Leotie was giving her the third degree. That was just how she was. She was only concerned for the young Healer, even though Deene was sure that she could defend herself should anything had happened to her on her ride. She was fairly sure with her aim when it came to her bow and she had her dagger securely on her belt. But she could see her point. She was meant to protect her people, not put herself in unnecessary danger. Smiling at Leotie, she nodded her head, sweeping her hair over one shoulder as she did so.
"I know Leotie," She tried a soothing tone, chewing her bottom lip for a moment. "But I just needed to ride this morning before the days ahead. You know, feel the wind in my hair, the rush of being able to ride fast." Everyone in the village knew how fond of horses Deene was, it was no secret. She rubbed Storm's velvety nose with her fingertips and he snorted playfully at her. The stallion was getting old. She wouldn't be able to take him on the long journey. It was about time he had some rest, especially away from the other horses, she could think of two in particular who plagued him to play with them. He just wasn't interested any more. This would give him a chance for some peace, well that was if they took the twins with them. It wasn't likely that Yona, Deene's partner in crime, would leave both behind. "I promise I won't go alone next time. My apologies." Her eyes sparkled slightly when she said it, though she did mean it. As she said it, she heard a familiar voice calling her name over the din of the women getting ready. Deene turned to beam at the approaching Yona. No doubt she had news of the other horses and wanted to discuss plans for the long journey. The young Healer had been thinking about it on her ride. As she turned, she caught Tala's wave and returned it with a bright smile. The two had never become friends, but that didn't stop her admiring and respecting Tala.
"Yona," She greeted as she watched Yona approach and greet Storm as well. The stallion loved Yona and it wasn't long before he was burying his soft muzzle into her neck, blowing air. Deene chuckled to herself as she listened to the Water Conduit talk of the horses. "Well, I'll talk a look at Yuuna when I've rubbed Storm down. As for Sansa, we can only try that salve I made up once again, though this time we'll try walking her around the yard to try and work it out. If that doesn't work, then I'll take another look and see what I can do." The topic of Qualia had been worrying her already and it was him she had been thinking of on her ride, so it was no surprise that Yona brought him up. He was ready for a long journey, but he needed someone who could take him in hand and control him. Unless..."I'll take him," She said suddenly, smiling at Yona. "I'm not taking Storm this time. He deserves a good rest whilst the other horses aren't there. I'll need another horse and I can keep him well in check. But you're right, this may possibly be the experience that changes him. I don't think he should miss out."
It truth, she was excited to ride the young stallion. Yona had been working hard with him. It would be nice to see all of her hard work come into practise. Deene enjoyed working with the young woman. They made a good team when it came to the horses.
"How is Daeria this morning? Did she appear to be coughing at all? Because I think she needs to come with us if not. She's a gentle steady ride that will suit one of the less experienced riders." Deene began to lead Storm towards the pens where they kept the horses. She didn't need to tug the reins at all, he moved with her, he knew where they were going.
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Mia saw the ears perk up just as the arrow impacted them. With a thud, the two now lifeless bodies fell to the ground. Going over to them she took the arrow out and laid it gently on the ground. The part she hated most about killing deer was probably the lifeless eyes that seemed to just stare at you continually. She got out her sword and put the one of e deer into her bag to where it would fit. She would inform the others that there was one more out here and they could grab it.
When she got back into the village she walked over to the armory and put the meat on the counter. She owed it to them for giving her new arrows for the trip. Then she wen over to the butchers and told them about the deer,
"Thanks,"
said one of them and she went back to her house to pack.
That thought in mind, she closed eyes, spreading her arms slightly, imagining what it would really be like to fly. To really feel those wind currents and really be one with her element, Air. But there was no point in thinking about it. She had to go with the caravan into another of the villages, so she had to conserve her energy and strength for when she really needed. Giving a sigh of annoyance, Seren tossed her mussed up white hair over her shoulder. She looked around her for a second - she vaguely remembered putting her stuff somewhere nearby. Strangely enough, the ground close to her was bare of any of her personal belongings. Narrowing her eyes again, she started to walk back towards her house. Her gait was smooth and almost sinuous, as she strode with her head held high as usual. Her short sword had to be there; she couldnβt have gotten it lost already.
Entering the hut, she saw that her blue feathers were still neatly placed on the table, along with that obnoxious disappearing sword. Picking one of the largest, she tucked it behind her ear, and sheathed her sword sword in the leather scabbard that hung by her side. Taking more of the blue feathers, she tangled them into her hair. Some blue was always nice to have. Walking outside, this time with a lighter step - she always felt happier with her feathers. Too bad, blue dye was so difficult to get these days. Maybe there would be some in the other village that she could trade for or something⦠a blue tunic would be lovely.
The marketplace was busy as usual. Many of the members of her village were setting up booths to sell anything from feathers to fruit. A flash of pale sky blue caught her eye as she sauntered closer. Looking at it with keen black eyes, she saw that it was a small embroidered cloth. Beautiful indeed. Looking at it, she gave a sigh of annoyance. She didnβt have anything to trade for it at the moment. Patting her tunic almost frantically, she felt a bump through the cloth and pulled it out. Ah, a small piece of amber. Maybe itβd do? She gestured towards the cloth and pointed back towards the amber. βWould this do?β The woman with the striking red, flame red hair, nodded at her, before taking the amber and dropping it in her pocket. Seren shared with her a smile, before taking the blue piece of cloth and tucking it into her pocket.
It was then that she caught sight of Tala, biting into a juicy-looking red apple. Walking closer, she gave a nod of acknowledgement - the Guardian was going on the trip as well, wasnβt she? βHello, Tala,β she called out with a simple smile. The Guardian was quite skilled with making weapons - as a matter of fact, if Seren needed to get a replacement for her trusty sword sword, sheβs probably go to Tala first. βYouβre going with the caravan, correct?β she asked, before sitting close to her. It would be a long trip if she couldnβt talk to anyone.
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Cain entered the large structure after passing two guards at its front door. It was certainly a true masterpiece of architecture. The barracks alone was a heavy financial building to create, but the goods used to create it did not go to waste, the tower was well-maintenance and heavily guarded from within.
This joint venture left the woodworkers and blacksmiths absolutely proud of themselves, the carvings on the very wood itself was fine, and the bolts and iron used to hold the wooden structure together were carefully forged to be strong and ever-lasting. Cain made his way up the flight of stairs and entered the expansive war room. In the center of the room was Radahnot and his fellow senior captains, standing around the huge oak table. The table is circular as the captains chat amongst themselves, βAh Cain so you have finally come to join us.β Radahnot called from across the room. βYes sir, I apologize if I am here too late.β Cain said a bit nervously, he really didn't want to be yelled at for his tardiness. βWell as things are your not the only one were waiting for.β Radahnot replied. Cain walked towards the table and saw a soiree of maps. Some of these maps were created by our charters, the others were plundered from Women during the raids.
βWho else is missing?β Cain asked a bit curious as to who can be later than him. βBothus, he hasn't cared to grace us with his presence yet.β Radahnot answered with a hint of annoyance in his voice. βBothus?β Cain said surprised, βIt isn't like him to be late to meetings.β βYes, you would figured one of our most veteran warriors would have learned punctuality by now.β Radahnot said with a bit of cynicism. βPerhaps he has overslept, he has been known to do that.β said one of the other captains. βYou could be right Lothar, If that is the case we shall wait a few more minutes, just because I am in a generous mood today.β Radahnot replied. After a few minutes passed by, Radahnot turned his view to the balcony behind him. He saw that the sun has risen higher, βWe do not have time to waste for Bothus to show up, we will start this meeting now.β βI will deal with Bothus' impertinence later.β
Radahnot then went on to explain his plans, βToday my sources tell me of a certain trade journey is about to start, one of great importance to the Women.β βYou must all know by now that our resources have suffered greatly in the past days.β βReports of caravans raided and plundered of all of its goods, and no signs of the guards at all.β βWell it is time we strike back and we are going to hit them where it will harm them most.β βWhat makes this trade voyage so important?β Cain asked. βI'll tell you,β Radahnot replied, βThis particular caravan travels through all three of the Women villages,β Radahnot begins to point towards the map, βIt starts from Eagle's Talon,β Radahnot places a finger on Talon, βThen to Eagle's Wing and finally Eagle's Eye.β Radahnot traced the route with his finger. βNow our men will strike the caravan here on the outskirts of Wing, since it is closest to our settlement here in the Out-lands.β βWhat about the Women attacking our suppliers?β Lothar asked. βAs for them, I have constructed a plan to deal with them when the time comes.β After the briefing the other men left as Radahnot decided to take a trip to Bothus' tent with Cain. βTo think of the nerve as to not keep an appointment!β Radahnot said angrily.
βWell Bothus must have a good explanation as to why he didn't make it.β Cain said. βWell it sure as hell better not be over-sleeping!β Radahnot reached Bothus' tent and entered. βBothus! Both-β Radahnot grew silent. βWhats wrong he isn't....here....β Cain was speechless, as he saw Bothus' corpse laid upon his bed. His blood was strewn about the entire tent as it appeared he was assassinated in his sleep. βBothus is dead....tell the men we have a murderer hiding among us....β Cain did as he was commanded of and spread the message of Bothus' death throughout the settlement.
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It wasnβt much of a big deal, anyway. The training she had undergone when sheβd aspired to become a Guardian before her power as a Conduit was realized was more than enough to protect her. Putting it into playβ¦. There was the real problem. Yona had never really been cut out to be a Guardian anyway β sheβd only been following in her mother, Nebβs footsteps. Still, though it had been what sheβd wanted more than anything else, it seemed that her place was among the other Conduitsβ¦ and even then if she didnβt quite fit in, she always had a home with the horses.
βWould you, really?β She nearly ran through Storm to get to Deene and throw her arms around her tightly. Qualia needed this β it was the perfect chance for him β and there were no words to describe how she felt right then. To Yona, Deene was as much of a sister as Kelra, and maybe even closer. The Healer was always the one who Yona went to with her problems, and when she needed advice. She trusted her more than she trusted most others, which was saying a lot β Yona would trust her Sisters with her life. Though, as quickly as that burst of energy had come, it subsided and Yona stood upright, continuing on toward the paddocks. βThanks, Deene. He really needs it.β Going over what sheβd mentioned before, Yona kept her eyes fixed on the ground in front of her. βThis was probably the worst time for Yuuna to come up lame; otherwise sheβd be perfect for this journey. Iβd say Sansa would be another good one, but with her joint acting up like this itβs probably a bad idea. Other than thatβ¦ Daeria seems fine, but once she gets moving it might change. Ah! I mixed that power in with Kotaβs grain this morning and he didnβt even notice the difference, silly boy. Already he seems to be a little more active.β As if on cue, coming into the paddock area, Yona pointed out Kota reaching over his fence to nip at Qualiaβs neck while he stood, for once calmly, next to his sister. The same age as the twins, the roan had often played with them as yearlings and it seemed that he still desired the friendship between them. He was feeling playful after that morningβs medication β it was a good sign.
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