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Sabbaths of the Ancients

Sabbaths of the Ancients

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There are special days every year known as Sabbaths when the Old Gods will reach out and implant some of their power in a newborn baby. These children are taken and executed by the Clergy. Some escaped the Clergy's grasp, but for how long? (New spot open)

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Introduction

Introduction

Thousands of years ago, a great battle was fought between the Old Gods and the Divine One. The Divine One emerged victorious and sealed the Old Gods deep within the Earth in an attempt to stop them from ever returning. While they lost their physical forms and their power became severely limited the Old Gods still lived on. One day a year the Old Gods would be able to reach out from their prison and implant some of their power into a child born on that day. It was a different day for each god, and these days came to be known as Dark Sabbaths. Any child born on one of these days was taken away and executed by the Church. However, the Church didn't get all of them, some had their parents lie about their birthday, some were kept entirely secret and some were given the benefit of the doubt for being born at midnight. The few who survived were not forgotten by fate and bidden to lead ordinary lives, destiny has thrown them all together into a sea of turmoil where their true identities are no longer secret. You are a child of the Sabbaths, and you are fleeing from the Law. Will you and your friends find acceptance, or will you join the rest of your brethren in death?


Roles

The Noble - Edward Blackhall (Taken)
A young man who was born into an important family in Gar on Walpurgis Night. He is well-mannered, well-meaning, intelligent and a gentleman through and through, but is socially awkward due to little contact with anyone outside his manor. He has been unaware of his powers until recently when he got into an argument with a visiting clergyman and lost his cool, instinctively summoning dark energy to prepare an attack with. He is 16 years old.

The Solstice Siblings - Jenna Sierra and Joseph Sierra (W: Taken) (S: Taken)
The siblings were both born on solstices, the older on the Winter Solstice and the younger four years later on the Summer Solstice. The two grew up together in a small country village that was so out of the way it lacked a church and had only a small shrine to the Divine One. Since their was no church, there were no clergymen to take the siblings away to die. The older of the two has mastery over water in all three states and the younger is a pyromancer. They have always known about their powers and spent time learning how to control them. The older sibling is aloof and antisocial, whereas his/her younger sibling is hot-headed, extroverted and almost always cheerful. (S)he looks up to his/her older sibling whereas (s)he claims his/her younger sibling is nothing more than a nuisance, but does care about him/her deep down. The older sibling is aged 16-18 and his/her younger sibling is four years younger.

The Farmhand - Florian (Taken)
Born to a farmer and his wife at midnight on the Spring Equinox, the Farmhand was given the benefit of the doubt by the clergy since her 5 older siblings were all perfectly normal. (S)he was born with the ability to manipulate earth and plants which (s)he used in secret to help crop production on the family farm. His/her parents were unaware of his/her powers until they walked in on him/her casting spells. His/her parents threw him/her out, telling her they wouldn't have a witch living under their roof. Despite their anger, they did not tell the Church. (S)he is now wandering aimlessly, trying to find somewhere to settle down. (S)he is aged 14-16.

The Orphan - Aeris Loft (Removed)
The Orphan's parents threw him/her out onto the streets as soon as (s)he was born, believing (s)he would bring them nothing but misery since (s)he was born on the same day Attrebus' typhoon swept over the coast of Gar every year. (S)he was found and adopted by a travelling scholar who quickly found out who (s)he was, but kept him/her anyway. They travelled the continent together, seeing many lands and discovering many things. They scholar died just after his adopted son/daughter turned 14. Before he died, he told his son/daughter about his/her ability to manipulate the air. The Orphan continued to travel after the death of his/her foster father, trying to complete his research. (S)he now practices the art of aeromancy is secret. (S)he is aged 15-16.

The Healer - Ariya "Argo" Celice (Taken)
The Healer was born on Saint Celice's day, an important day for the worshipers of the Divine One. Saint Celice was the first apostle of the Divine One in a time when most people worshiped the Old Gods. Saint Celice's day is the only Holy Sabbath, the one day a year when the Divine One will bestow some of its power into a baby girl. The Healer was raised in the clergy, where she was told she would come to drive the Children of the Sabbaths from the land. However, she could not see why the Children of the Sabbaths deserved such a punishment, and so to escape the clergy, she faked her death and fled the convent she was raised in. She is now travelling around Gar, healing the sick and injured. Despite being predominantly a healer, she can also use weak, offensive light magic, but dislikes using it. She is aged 14-17.

The Traitor - ??? (Open)
The Traitor was the son of a couple under the service of Duke Fordshire, they both worked in the stables on his manor. Their child grew up helping them and received a basic education alongside many other children of Duke Fordshire's servants. (S)he grew up being fed lies about how the Children of the Sabbaths were no more than demons, and believed them. (S)he was very pious, and eventually decided to enroll in the Holy Guard to help hunt down these monsters. (S)he was sent after Earl Kadoh's son, not sparing a thought to whether or not he was a human being until (s)he came face to face with him in Ardir Marsh. (S)he betrayed the Holy Guard after finding him/herself unable to kill a group of seemingly innocent teenagers and fled with the Children of the Sabbaths into the marsh. (S)he is aged 15-18.

The Country of Gar

Gar is the largest country on the continent of Ik'Ra, and the one where this roleplay takes place (I may expand the roleplay across other countries if I am given a reason to do so). Gar is ruled over by its monarchy, the Yorke family. The current king is named Rowan Yorke. While he makes the final decision on all political matters, he has a court of advisers all of whom are from the Nobility or the Clergy. The Church is granted a considerable amount of power, and is closely tied to law enforcement. All members of law enforcement must obey the Inquisitors, wealthy land owners who go round finding "witches" and Children of the Sabbaths and putting them to death. The Inquisitors inherit all the property of their victims. Very few speak out openly against the Inquisitors, and most who do are never seen again.

Gar is a country with geography comparable to Britain's. The land is hilly, it rains frequently and temperatures rarely rise above 20°C, even in the height of summer. It has little coastline, most of which is to the south, and what it does have is hardly a desirable place to live. The coast is frequently ravaged by violent storms and annually assaulted by Attrebus' typhoon. The north of Gar is composed mostly of moorland and mountains and suffers from violent snowstorms in the Winter. The midlands are home to many large cities and small farming villages, where there is much money to be made. Gar is divided into 10 counties, each of which has its own Inquisitor: Angleshire, Foendshire and Kadoh in the North, Fordshire and Alkshire in the West, Marr, Dawnshire and Larshire in the East and Celiceshire and Rigwald in the South. Our story begins in Ley, a small village in Fordshire, the village the Solstice Siblings live in.


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1. No godmodding.
2. No autohitting.
3. No powerplaying.
4. You can decide the gender of your role unless you are playing the Healer (the Healer is the reincarnation of Saint Celice, and subsequently must be female).
5. If you want to make a sub-plot, ask about it in the OOC to see what everyone else thinks of it before you put it into action.
6. This roleplay has a medieval fantasy setting. There are no guns (no, not even muskets) or any vehicles that aren't pulled by animals.
7. Don't join if you won't post frequently. If you don't post within a week without a valid excuse, your character will be killed off.
8. Romance is allowed, but it is not a key part of the roleplay.
9. I won't accept anyone with appalling SPAG (Spelling, Punctuation and Grammar). A few mistakes are okay, but if every sentence is peppered with misspelled words and void of punctuation you don't have a snowball's hope in Hell of getting into this roleplay.
10. I will allow reservations. However, if you don't post your character within 24 hours of your reservation, you lose it. You can still post a character, but I won't accept it if someone else makes a reservation.

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Ik'Ra

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Gar

Gar by RolePlayGateway

The largest and most powerful country in Ik'ra.

Fordshire

Fordshire by RolePlayGateway

A county in the West of Gar

Ley

Ley by RolePlayGateway

A small village in Fordshire.

Ardir Marsh

Ardir Marsh by RolePlayGateway

A hazardous marsh on the edge of Ley.

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Joseph was preparing to act and scare away the man, but then someone threw a bucket of water on him. He noticed a girl, screaming she was going to save him, and then the man said he put the there. It wasn't like water wouldl help, you would need to put Joseph completely in freezing water for him not to make his flames.

When the man said he was lying to protect himself, it made him angrier, "You are lying to me!" He shouted at him. But then the man drew his fingers together and made a lance out of darkness, a clear sign of the day he was born on. At that, the flames around him began to calm down, and stopped moving completely. The flames then, suddenly, disappeared, or rather left, leaving a smoke screen that quickly faded.

"You, are another Child of the Sabbath." Was the only thing he could say, "Alright, what is your real name?" He asked, and then turned his attention to the girl. Her faced was covered in mud, or so she would think, but best not to tell her that. "Are you alright, miss? Your face has a little something on it." He said, moving his hand to indicate it was all over her face.

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Florian startled at the rough inquiry, but then slowly unwound at the woman’s seemingly genuine concern. How unfair that he be the recipient of it, and not the injured man, or the long-haired girl. It felt like he'd done the woman an injustice. Why had his eyes not turned red, or his hands to claws, like in the stories? She would have known, then. She would know that demons do not die from being alone in a storm. They die from an honest farmer's pitchfork, or the blessed words of a priest.

Would she believe him, if he'd tell her he hadn’t eaten for days, and did not feel the slightest stir of hunger? How his skin seemed to burn warmer for every grain of heat the rain stole? Florian longed for the cold. Perhaps if the rain killed him – if the world itself killed him, he'd be able to accept death. It would release him from this struggle between a need for penance and his cowardly will to survive.

Nay. Florian just shook his head in a silent response. He could not explain, and had no right to. This woman, this village, they could not be burdened with the weight of his sins. It had been a mistake to come here. If it was the only village in the area, as the woman said, doubly so. His pursuers would be drawn here for fresh supplies and information. And he’d been seen. They’d catch him again. Cold sweat heralded a fit of terror. The need to run felt more pressing than ever. He needed to get away, before the plants rooted in the depths of his soul. Before his panic bloomed.

Florian ran.

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"You are lying to me!"
Joseph didn't calm down until Edward gave him solid proof that he was what he said he was. The flames seemed to dissipate as quickly as they came, leaving behind a cloud of smoke that floated up to the ceiling and lingered there, slowly seeping out of the small gaps in the roof.
"My name's Edward Blackhall." Edward told him, "As I told you, I'm Earl Kadoh's son. However, the Church already knows what I am now, so the hunt's already on. I didn't tell you who I was because I thought you would be a normal child, one who would go and alert the Church of my location."

Clink, squelch, clink, squelch. The soldiers' heavy greaves pressed into the mud of the churned up dirt path as they trekked down it. The scouting party should have returned over an hour ago, where were they? That question was quickly answered as one soldier shouted to alert the rest of his party of his discovery. Lying in a mixture of blood and dirt were three corpses, one separated from its head. That head appeared to have decayed away from the body, the neck was nowhere to be found. Another corpse lay with a small, sharp, black object stuck through his throat and the last corpse had shards of bone sticking out of his face. Whatever had killed these men was not a force to be messed with, that was for certain. It was almost certainly their prey, the heir to Earl Kadoh. However, he had only been faced with three soldiers, not a company of 80 men. That 80 was now 77. There was a trail of blood and footprints leading away from the corpses and down the path, undoubtedly, the noble's trail. The company pressed on.

The trail stopped in a small copse where the plants had tangled themselves into strange, unnatural shapes. This boy could control plants as well, they would have to be careful. The trail of blood stopped, but the footprints did not. However, they were smaller and came from different shoes. Perhaps it was an illusion cast by the boy to throw them off his scent. It wasn't going to work, the company pressed on.

The small footprints were still present, but the bigger ones had reappeared. Perhaps the owner of the larger ones had been carried this far, and the owner of the smaller footprints had left. The company chose to follow the larger ones into the village, and towards a light coming from a barn. Upon closer inspection, it seemed that the light was that of fire, and was coming from a small boy who seemed to control it. He certainly wasn't their target, but he was a heretic just like that noble. Perhaps they would be rewarded for bringing back more heretics than expected.

Edward could hear the ominous clink of greaves once again, slowly drawing towards the barn. Edward allowed the lance to dissipate and quickly helped the young lady to her feet.
"I think we have far more to worry about than a bit of dirt..." Edward warned, just before the barn doors were flung open and a group of armoured soldiers walked inside.
From the crowd a particularly well armoured soldier stepped forward. A candid, gold trimmed cape trailed behind him, a cape that bore the symbol of the Church on it, a golden irised eye on a silver cross.
"Edward Blackhall," he began, "You have been charged with heresy on two accounts, forging a pact with Thanatos, and assaulting a member of the clergy, and 3 accounts of murder. Surrender now and you will have the blessing of a trial. Resist arrest and you will die here. No matter which option you choose, your friends will join you as well."
"Cease this nonsense!" Edward ordered, "You have no proof of any of these claims. Bishop Arachel is senile and has been involved in multiple scandals regarding recreational drugs in the past, he is quite clearly untrustworthy. As the son of Earl Kadoh, I order you to leave and arrest Bishop Arachel immediately."
"You can hide no secrets from the Divine One." the heavily armoured soldier retorted, "We saw the bodies, and your wound does nothing but strengthen that evidence."
"I suppose I have no choice then." Edward sighed, feigning a surrender.
Once he could tell their leader had lowered his guard, Edward summoned the spear back into his hand, and hurled it at the soldier. It drove itself right through a weak spot in the man's left pauldron, piercing both his armour and his flesh. While the soldiers were in shock, he released a blast of dark energy that smashed through the wall of the barn, creating a hole big enough to flee out of. He fled from the barn, calling to his newly made acquaintances to follow him, otherwise the soldiers would capture them since they had been seen alongside him.
"Burn the barn!" Edward ordered Joseph, "It will buy us some time. They have to look after their wounded commander, and burning the barn will cause some confusion and possibly injure some of them."

Edward kept running, getting slower and slower as he progress, he was tired, and pain and exhausted. To make matters worse, he suddenly felt the ominous feeling of doom he had experienced earlier, but far stronger this time around. He could see the source coming nearer, it was a girl his age dressed in black robes and carrying a staff. Mustering up the last of his strength, Edward summoned another spear at brandished it at the girl as menacingly as he could, which wasn't very.
"Stay, stay back!" Edward commanded feebly, "You, I won't let you..."
Edward nearly toppled backwards, and had to lean on his spear for support. He took in deep breaths as he watched the girl carefully, making sure he would be ready to spring away at a moment's notice. As he watched her, he wondered about what the others were thinking. Joseph probably hated him for dragging him into this, and the strange girl who had rolled around in the dirt was likely confused and upset. If only he had just kept on walking, he could have stopped these to from getting dragged into such affairs and he could have avoided meeting this source of ominous energy and the group of soldiers. If only...

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Shouts and crashes from the town ahead tipped Argo off to the fact that she was already late. However, the small shapes fleeing from the confusion at the scene of what was evidently a quick skirmish between a full platoon of hunters and two Children of the Sabbaths also told the young spiritualist that she was not too late. Stopping short of the first fleeing youth, Argo instead opted to walk briskly forward, her staff making a quiet sound as it pierced through the rain-softened dirt, accompanying each step she took.

The lead boy's gaze suddenly shifted about upon her, and he, too, stopped in his tracks. Raising his hand, Argo was alerted to the weapon he summoned before it had appeared thanks to the sudden surge of killing intent she percieved from the boy, as well as an inexplicable feeling of wrongness that seemed to emanate from his hand. As the black spear took form, Argo stopped abruptly, just in time to avoid literally walking into the energy polearm now pointed at her, a foolish mistake which would have doubtless been fatal. Raising her staff in an instant, it faintly glowed with light for a split second - a momentary reinforcement spell, meant to protect it from the supernatural properties inherent in the dark lance she faced, although the light it emitted was obscured by the lightning that flashed in the same instant - as she swiped it across her path, turning the lance's tip away from her so that the boy could not simply drive it forward and impale her. The parry, however, seemed to have more of an effect than she originally intended, for the boy, who seemed even more tired than she herself, staggered backward, drawing back his weapon to support himself lest he fall in the mud.

Taking this opportunity to size up her opponent, Argo focused her senses on the tired young lad, hoping to glean some sort of information about what his intentions were by doing so. Although his current actions - drawing a weapon and fully preparing himself to fight her to the bitter end - somewhat obscured his own moral status, the young spiritualist could tell that he was, at the very least, not someone who actively sought conflict and death, although judging by his current killing intent, he wasn't averse to the trade either. That was both good and bad, however. Even with this information that should have reassured her that he would at least listen to reason if it meant saving himself, she couldn't shake the feeling of tremendous opposition that was coming from the boy's dark lance. Even though he shouldn't have perceived the nature of her talent, something about his powers screamed of the utmost desire to end her life at that very instant, as though the black energy he had shaped and commanded to kill her was diametrically opposed to her very existence. She wouldn't go so far as to call the power he wielded evil in nature, but there was one thing for sure: the boy's abilities were her natural enemy, even if he himself might yield, if given an acceptable reason to. If Argo - no, Ariya Celice - had to guess, that could only mean one thing: this boy was the vessel of Thanatos, the death god of olden times, who, moreso than any other, had aimed to end the life of her own initial ancestor. Even if he might not have realized whose powers she wielded - and, in fact, might not have even been sure she held any power at all - there could be no fooling the darkness he possessed. In that case, it would be best to tread lightly rather than provoke an unsightly conflict.

"My name is Argo," She said at last, her voice calm, composed, and quick, sounding at least slightly trustworthy despite the entirely concealing garb she wore and her very suspicious character. "I mean you no harm. You who would save your own life, and the lives of your fellows, even at the greatest cost, have nothing to fear from me. Now, there is little time. We must hurry and gather your comrade, lest the enemy overtake us."

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Joseph was relieved for a second, "Another One like me, maybe two." He thought, refering to the new girl, who seemed to not be too freaked out that he controled fire. However, any hope he had was lost when a platoon of armed men entered his barn, rambing on about how they are doomed to die. Joseph obviously didn't want to, so when Edward threw a spear at the man, he felt happy. However, when he ordered him to burn the barn to stall, he felt opposed.

"No! I can't, the animals." He said, his love of animals showing. However, the men seemed to be coming forward, so he created a fire ball in his hand and aimed it at the ground, and ran off with Edward and the girl. The fireball quickly took up the barn, but burned down the walls first, so some of the animasl got out in time, however he wasn't sure about the men. The fire quickly took the shape of a demonic looking dog, breating fire to hasten the process.

As they were running, Joseph noticed that Edward seemed injured, but not too horribly. Once they reached the town, he realized what he had done, "I may have just killed someone." He though, which made him feel horrible. They weren't good people, but they didn't deserve to die. However, he wasn't mad at Edward, but at the gods for giving him this curse.

They came across a girl with a staff, she looked like a traveler, but somehow looked like she knew we were going to be there. Edward blew their cover, if they even had one, when he created the spear, but the girl didn't freak out, she even introduced herself. "Argo." the name rang in his head for some reason. She then offered to help them.

Joseph took this as an oppertunity to finally say something, "Argo, this man need's healing, he is hurt." Was the first thing he said, dispite the fact he was forced to burn his barn down, the safety of a fellow Child of the Sabbath was more important. But then he needed answers, "Edward." he aimed at him, "We need to find my sister, she could be in danger. I helped you escape, now help me find her." He begged, anyone that knew him knew that he cared for his sister, even if she was distant with him at recent times.

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Jenna watched uselessly as the boy actually ran into the night. Ran, like he was afraid of her. It was something that she could always understand, people were uncomfortable around her. But surely not to that degree. She stood as he disappeared into the night as if lightning itself was pursuing him. There was something very worrying about the way he acted. She hoped that he would survive the night, coming across a cold corpse wouldn't be a pleasant experience even if she couldn't dissuade him. For a little while longer she stood, watching the blackness for some sign. A flash lit up the sky, the thunder seeming to grow even more distant with each interval. She turned and headed back towards the village and home. Although her small house was not her destination. According to the stranger there was someone else who needed help, injured as well. The dark shapes of the first few house rose in her vision and to the edge of her vision, a light. With a almighty burst the fireball lit the sky. She shouted in surprise, wincing and sheltering her eyes, stung by the sudden change in lighting. Her first thought was that lightning had actually struck something in the village but she quickly realized where the light was coming from. The barn, their barn, her family's barn. Her breath caught in her throat as she chanced upon the only other thing that could cause something to combust in this weather.

"Jo" she whispered, voice weighted in fear. Her brother couldn't control himself so well and she didn't know the extent of what he could achieve. She knew he was proofed against the very fire he manipulated but not if he was immune to a furnace. What he was doing in the barn she didn't know but she began to run. Ignoring the rain on her already soaked head, the mud sucking at her boots or the few faint shouts coming from those newly awoken in the village. Her mind had already reached out and grasped the millions upon millions of little droplets descending from the sky. Controlling the rain was once of the easiest things she could do and every single drop began to twist and turn in its path, falling an bizarre angles towards the roaring, unnatural fire. The hissing of steaming water was mixed in with the sound of the flame and rain. Slowly the fire began to subside with the sheer amount of water descending. Enough that Jenna was confident enough to release the control as she neared the blackened and gutted structure. The animals inside were most certainly roasted to a crisp and she felt the sadness and fear. Sadness for the creatures she had cared for and tended and fear for her family. Everything was overshadowed by the thundering terror at her brother's fate.

It wasn't what she expected to find a large number of people there already, the others from the village were coming she could tell but not these. The dulling fire illuminated only their fronts but the metallic armor was easy to spot. A number lay motionless on the ground, still or moaning in pain. The others were a mass of chaos, shout at each other and tending to their fellows. It brought Jenna to a dead stop, so many people suffered somehow. She blanched and looked away, spotting a corpse merely a mass of black carbonized flesh. Recognizable as human barely. She recovered herself and managed to push herself between a few men ignoring their shouts and approached as close to the flames as she dared, shielding her face from he heat. She continued to call her brother's name desperately.
"Jo! Joseph! Jo!" There was no response and she turned to the soldiers for help.
"Help me!" She called, get the attention of a few. "I need to find my..." She broke off quickly seeing the symbols upon some of the unmarred breastplates. The symbol of Church. In a moment she could guess what had happened, somehow Joseph had panicked, setting the place alight for protection. Meaning they knew her brother's true nature and relating herself to him would put her in danger and their parents. With only a little hesitation she continued, spinning a quick lie. "My friend. He likes to spend time in the barn."
A few soldiers looked to each other, as if uncertain what to do. One finally beckoned her over, unwilling to move closer to the flames. A quick glance back and Jenna stepped towards him. His voice was grave and his face dark and serious.
"There were two boys here." He said "perhaps one of them was you friend. However I must warn you that they are both heretics and fugitives of the Church. They are demonic children. They were the ones that set the barn alight." He spat the last sentances. As he spoke Jenna didn't need to feint surprise. It was one thing to guess what happened, another to hear that it happened. She looked back to the destruction, hiding her disbelief. That her brother could cause so much destruction, so easily. So much death. She looked at the burnt soldiers, her stomach giving a heave causing her to look away. The news of another Child of the Sabbath was just as astonishing. She and Joseph weren't the only ones. Yet the way the man spoke of them scared her. If he knew what she was he would probably kill her without a second thought.

"By the Creator." She whispered, looking up to the soldier. "Excuse me I must tell family." She moved around him, not seeing the curious look that followed her. Quickly enough the soldier, seeming to have been promoted now he had explained the situation, began to shout out orders to his fellows. Jenna slowly picked up a run. Dodging around the villages going the opposite direction. "Papa! Papa!" She called, trying to find her father among the people. There was a response.
"Jenna?" With the guidance of her voice she quickly found her sire. A tall, strongly build man. Almost the typical image of a farmer. He shared his daughter's sharp, defined features. Even more emphasized by his worn and rough skin. "Papa, the barn..." Jenna gasped, somewhat out of breath. She recovered herself before whispering to her father. "It was Joseph." Ian Seirra's eyebrows wrinkled, trying to understand what Joseph had done. Jenna continued. "There were soldiers. I don't know how but they found out about him. Papa. They found out." Her voice was full of fear, for the absent Joseph. After a moment of surprise Ian quickly gripped his daughter's hand with both of his. Looking her dead in the eyes.
"Go home and stay there." He rumbled, full of concern. "I will come back." Jenna nodded dumbly and, after being released from the old farmer's grasp, headed in the direction she was meant to as he rushed to the barn. In the darkness now lit by lanterns and burning wood the sadness in her features set her up as lost and alone. She knew that her parents would do anything for their children and she would do anything for her parents. It was only a matter of time before the soldiers found out about her and then her family would also pay the price. She couldn't allow that. She had to leave, to find Joseph wherever he had run off to. Then somehow draw the soldiers out of the village and away from her loved ones.

Knowing her mother was awake she went around the side of their small house. She and Joseph had a separate room and for her purpose that served perfectly. Climbing in through the window she kept as quiet as possible. The door was closed and she set about gathering what little belongings the children had. Well, there clothing was all that she could manage. Taking dry rough, farm outfits and a thicker, wet weather set for her brother. She had no idea if he was equipped for wandering in the rain. The thought of her stupid, over energetic brother hunted out put vigor into her actions. She packaged the sizable bundle and clambered out the window. She looked back as she headed away, out of sight and taking a circular route back to the barn. The rain dripped down her checks, disguising the tears there. Pearls of sadness, rare glittering droplets appearing once in a lifetime mixed in with the pure rain water she loved so much. A sniff and she fruitlessly tried to wipe the water off. She would see them again, she was leaving so she could see them again. So Joseph could see them again, her little brother would be home one day, she would make sure of it.

Her path took her around the village to the other side of the barn, so the smoldering structure was between her and the pinpoints of light that was the village. The soldiers said the people in the barn had run. So to find them she needed to find the tracks but in the failing light it was difficult. Her eyes squinted at the ground, trying to pick out the indents of feet in the soft mud. So intent on her task that when she found some sign and stood to follow the tracks that she didn't notice the proximity of a number of men.
"You! What are you doing!" Snapped a familiar voice. Jenna's head snapped up and focused on the speaker. The voice was recognizable as the man she had spoken to earlier. For a moment she was paralyzed with fear and surprise before realizing that they were suspicious but hadn't yet acted upon the suspicion. The lead man stepped forwards, trying to see her face in the low light. She didn't move, she had to keep them still for her plan to work. If she ran now they would catch her easily. The young Guard was slightly surprised when he recognized her and she looked back, emotionless. Her cold, usual self. There was no point in making up a complex lie to explain this situation.
"I'm going to find my friend." She said, matter-of-factually. The bluntness brought her a moment longer before the leader started forwards. He was about to say something but it turned into a cry of surprise as his forward motion was suddenly angled downwards. The few others behind him let out similar bellows and their feet didn't budge. The armored figures slammed into the mud, feet quickly frozen in place. With them helpless icicles crept up from the ground to lock their metal to the ground. It grew fast and vigorously as more rain fell, tinkling on the metal.
"I'm sorry." She said, sadness creeping back into her voice, before turning to run. Even as she fled she wasn't what she had apologized for; Abandoning her parents without a proper goodbye; Letting her brother end up in the situation; Lying to and betraying that young man who was just acting upon what he believed was right; Or just sorry that she was who she was. She continued to apply her abilities, growing the ice to keep them there as long as possible. It was only a temporary measure and as the distance grew she felt it difficult to keep her arms and legs coordinated at the same time. She had the trail, now it was only a matter of following it and not leading the soldiers to the two run away boys.

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"My name is Argo,"
Argo... It made sense now. He had heard the stories about this woman, the woman who had murder Ariya Celice and mimicked her powers. If she had the powers of Saint Celice, it would make sense that Edward felt naturally uneasy around her, considering Saint Celice and Thanatos had sought to end each other in the past. Perhaps they could be allies, they both seemed to oppose the church strongly, and were wanted criminals. But if she only wanted power? What if she tried to kill him as well to gain his powers? He decided to meet this girl's demands, he was hardly in any state where he could argue. He was just about to speak when Joseph cut him off.

"Argo, this man needs healing, he is hurt. Edward. We need to find my sister, she could be in danger. I helped you escape, now help me find her."
"She, she isn't touching me." Edward stammered as he lifelessly pointed an accusing finger at the girl clad in black, "I don't know whether or not we can trust her. W-what if she kills us too?"
Edward lowered his arm and staggered backwards, trying to put as much distance between himself and Argo without making her suspicious that he would flee on a moment's notice. He didn't get far before nearly falling backwards again, using his lance to stop him from toppling over.
"I, I'll help you find your sister, but not now." Edward continued, "I need to sit down and rest..."
Edwards thoughts began to drift to the appealing prospect of sleep and his eyelids began to droop down, they felt so heavy...

Edward's eyes snapped open again as he felt himself falling over, and once again saved himself with his lance.
"Argo," Edward began wearily and pointed to a copse to the south, "You came from that direction, is there anywhere we could rest in safety in that copse?"

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As the second of the two fugitives pleaded the spiritualist to aid his friend, the man in question seemed to recoil visibly, shrinking away from her despite the fact that she hadn't moved. Well, she supposed, it was to be expected. Those people who had heard of her somewhat lackluster reputation generally treated her with distrust and distaste. A Child of the Sabbaths, a person bound to be paranoid by nature, would surely treat her with outright fear after hearing that she had murdered one of the incarnations of Saint Celice herself, and that she had somehow stolen that individual's powers. Still, there was no time to lose in trying to placate this boy. They needed to escape as quickly as possible!

"I understand your sentiments," Argo said sadly. "And I do not expect you to trust me. However, at the moment, understand that even if I should want to harm you in any way, you are much more valuable to me as you are than you are dead. We can speak of these things later. Right now, we need to make haste and leave this area as soon as possible."

For a while the boy did not speak, but when he did, it was with a calmer tone of voice.

"Argo, you came from that direction. Is there anywhere we could rest in safety in that copse?" He asked, pointing to the small wood from which Argo had emerged only a short while ago. The young spiritualist smiled slightly, glad to see that he would at least accept her advice for now, and set about answering.

While the wolves den had been a safe refuge for her, she doubted she would be able to convince the animals to accept so many Humans amongst them, although she could probably talk her way into allowing them passage through the woods. That meant that they'd need to find another shelter, instead.

"There are. However, I'm afraid that the hideouts I used will not be viable to a group larger than myself. We'll need to find new shelters. But, first, we should locate this sister of your comrade's, should we not? The hunters are ruthless. It would not be beyond them to capture a target's relatives and hold them hostage as a means of luring their victim into the open."

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Clutching his bleeding arm, Florian cursed his fate as he struggled his way back to the road, away from this wretched swampland. Why was it, that no matter how much he ran, he could never run from people? Back in the forest, fate had seen fit to guide people directly onto his hideout. He'd been chased directly into a village. Even after leaving behind that, he'd met one of the villagers regardless, out in the fields, in one of the worst storms of the season. What was wrong with this night? Leastways, he managed avoiding the robed stranger who had so purposefully hurried down the road. He thought it a small mercy at the time. Now, Florian recognised the workings of the Divine One’s hateful hand.

When he left the road to duck the stranger, he'd seen nothing unusual about the forest – but then, in that darkness, he had not seen much at all. Navigating by faith and the inaudible whisperings of trees, he could only pray to keep to a single direction. Before long, the trees grew more sparse, their bark more and more slimy with moist. The mossy undergrowth transitioned into a soppy, waterlogged mess. The mud soon claimed Florian's shoes. He pressed on.

Why had he not seen the fires sooner? It was not so much a shock as it was a stab to his heart – to stumble onto a settlement in the middle of a bog he'd assumed inhabitable. The encampment was crude, surrounded by a wall that was hardly more than a fence. It stood in a small clearing, elevated from the rest of the marsh – the soil was not quite dry, but it was at least solid. Voices carried from within the camp. A sickening smell Florian had come to identify as civilization wafted in on an upwind breeze. His heartbeat started to pound in his ears. Florian slowly stepped back, toward the cover of high grass. The sound of feet on wet earth was deafening to his ears. If nature could hold its breath, it now was.

Pain blazed across his upper arm as an arrow dug itself into the ground beside him. Florian cried out – at the same time, the sound of metal striking metal echoed through the forest in a rousing alarm. As he turned, another arrow whizzed by, lodging into a stray tree with a loud thunk. Spurred on by mindless fear, Florian ran away with every ounce of strength he could muster. Vague outlines of trees and swaying cattails shot through his vision. Excited shouting followed him in pursuit. The shouting soon turned to screaming, and as he ran, even that died out. Too out of breath to think, Florian had merely continued to stumble onward. At last, he reached one of the county’s familiar dirt roads, and promptly collapsed against a tree by the roadside. How conceited he'd been. Even if he was a demon, he could still bleed.

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The pace of Jenna's flight had slowed. Not because she did not want to make haste but because she needed to outsmart her pursuers rather than outrun them. On the soggy ground it was difficult to run full pace regardless. The mud sucked at her boots, threatening to remove them. Her hastily prepared bag thumped against her back, worsening with speed. Between her and the unseen pursuers the rain seemed strangely thick. A heavy curtain of darkness she brought down behind her to block sight and keeping the water dropping on her already damp form merely a drizzle. She couldn't even afford to keep this exercise of her abilities maintained for too long. She had to find cover and someplace to hide. In that case she was well prepared. She knew almost every spot around Ley where a child could hide and just as many suitable for an adult. She reached one of the scattered tree lines throughout the marsh, this one wasn't too far from the path and Jenna was slightly anxious at being so near an obvious escape route. A sudden rustle broke arrested her attention. She froze, perhaps hoping that whoever caused sound didn't spot her. She didn't even know if it was a pursuer or even a person but her nerves were somewhat on edge. Shouts arose in the distance and in the low light she could pick out a figure making some attempt at running through the marsh.

I took her a moment break out of her shocked stillness. She immediately dashed towards the treeline, aware that her path was roughly parallel to the figure's. Yet she was confident that in the trees should would difficult to spot and to find. Yet something about that figure's slowing run brought her to a halt at the each of the wooded area. Whoever it was stumbled and collapsed, seemingly incapable of moving further. For a moment Jenna watched, to see if the figure would rise again. There was no movement and she could hear the shouts in the distance. Yet they were coming from another direction, it seemed the stranger was running from someone like she was. Still doubting herself she carefully moved over to the spot where the young man went down. She only knew it was a young man because his face began distinguishable as she approached. She barely stifled a gasp of surprise when she boy she recognized the boy from earlier. The one who was so afraid, now she understood why he was. Someone was after him, like people were after her. She couldn't leave him there, his breathing was heavy. Like a animal in pain, she couldn't quite locate the wound but he obviously wasn't in peak condition. She didn't move too close, instead glancing out over the open ground. Trying to pick out the sources of the shouts but they weren't visible through the rain.

"Look, I don't know who you are or who you are running from but this time listen to me." She whispered across, although it came out more like a hiss. Urgency in her voice. "I think I can find a place where we can have little shelter and hide from whoever are chasing you. I need to know about this boy you brought to the village before and perhaps we can help each other." She waited anxiously for his response. She considered bullying him to the spot she had in mind anyway. She needed to know about this boy that the stranger mentioned. She had little doubt that he was the cause of all that happened. If anything two people on the run might be safer then being alone.

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Re: Sabbaths of the Ancients

Ahhh, sad lol. It seemed to be coming along pretty well, too. And, pfft, I humbly accept your thanks. Best wishes for Florian :)

Re: Sabbaths of the Ancients

Nah, it's definitely dead now. No activity for over a month. For what it's worth, thanks for dropping back in ;p

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Oh dear, how much have I missed? I apologize for my inactivity and failing to report my absence, and I'll save everyone the list of excuses I have.

I would love to continue with the RP, if you'll let me, but has it become inactive?

Oh, and as to why I logged in frequently, it was to stay updated on how the role play was going. I eventually stopped logging in due to some unforeseen issues. I'm extremely sorry for any inconvenience I caused. Back to my previous question, may I rejoin the RP if it's alright?

Re: Sabbaths of the Ancients

I'll see if I can get Sminsc to write another post, once Sminsc has a post up I'll have an opportunity to post.

Re: Sabbaths of the Ancients

An admirable attempt at reviving it, Templar.

I'm completely willing to continue this, but it's been a while for the others. Time for a roll call?

Re: Sabbaths of the Ancients

Seriously its a stretch to get my post done but we need some input. Of course it may not spark the roleplay into life but I can be hopeful. Although it could be that Joseph and Jenna have the same hideout in mind and meet again there.

Re: Sabbaths of the Ancients

Working on it as we speak, not satisfied with anything I'm writing down. I'll also admit to getting distracted by real life. Gimme a few hours.



Edit: (I lost track of the direction Florian ran off to compared to where Ley and the Marsh are. Just assume he ran in Ariya's direction, avoided her by leaving the road, and is now wherever is convenient. Additionally, if the Marsh has blood-sucking leeches, he has a bunch on his feet. His other wound isn't too bad.)

Edit2: I can practically see the tumbleweed rolling about. We letting this die, then?

Re: Sabbaths of the Ancients

Well, there's been no reply from Arete, so I'm I'm removing Aeris.

Seirei, you're also guilt of not having posted in over a week, where's that post that you said would be up 3 days ago?

Re: Sabbaths of the Ancients

I'll post sometime tomorrow, bit busy myself lately. I do hope Arête stays though.

Re: Sabbaths of the Ancients

Yes, but she's logged in frequently over the last week, and I doubt she would log in as frequently as she did if she was too busy to do anything. I can remember checking the OOC a few times in a few hours yesterday, and every time I checked for any new posts she was online. I'm not trying to be harsh, I'd much rather Arete stayed in the roleplay, but I do expect her to follow the rules.

Since the group will be fleeing through Ardir Marsh, Florian could head into it and the group would meet up there.

Edit: Since Arete seems to have forgotten about this roleplay and hasn't responded to the PM I sent her, I'm going to go ahead and post. If there's no response from her by Friday, I'll remove her from the roleplay and possibly get a replacement character.

Re: Sabbaths of the Ancients

She said something like being busy this week in the edit of her last post.


Just wondering, does anyone have any neat suggestions of how to throw Florian back in with the group? I have a few ideas of my own, but none are particularly spectacular.

Re: Sabbaths of the Ancients

Arete, you haven't posted in over a week. Is there a reason why you've logged on frequently over the past week but not posted here?

Re: Sabbaths of the Ancients

Jenna? Damsel in distress? Heavens no. A few posts ago, I was just about half expecting Jenna to deck Florian, sling him over her shoulder, march back to the barn, and toss him into a sheep pen to warm him up.

Re: Sabbaths of the Ancients

Okay! Edited to supply more... Well, more writing in an already long post. Added in a dash of sadness and tension. Mixed emotions against difficult decisions and all that jazz. In summary, I just added in that prepared herself, disappeared from home, got herself found out and ran after Joseph. Don't go assuming she is the damsel in distress though :p.

Re: Sabbaths of the Ancients

Maybe swarming is an over-exaggeration, but many of the unharmed would certainly search around the village. Perhaps they could find Jenna and drive her out after discovering her true connection with Joseph.

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Well I wasn't assuming the village was swarming. I figure that they would all be recovering, gathering themselves and preparing to pursue to group. Who would stay in the village if they were being chased. I don't know then, because Jenna probably won't be going anywhere for the same reason you pointed out.

Re: Sabbaths of the Ancients

That may be a problem, since the village is now swarming with the Holy Guard, and I can see no reason why Edward and co or Flor would want to return right now.

I'm not going to write my next post until Arete makes her's, I don't want her to get left behind.

Re: Sabbaths of the Ancients

Sorry I took so long to post. I've set up Jenna at home so you can find her there if anyone goes looking for her. Of course the first place they should look is their home.

Re: Sabbaths of the Ancients

Tsuki did write that Ariya was heading towards Ley, and since Edward is running out of Ley I don't see how I've placed Ariya there.

Re: Sabbaths of the Ancients

Neat, development. I wonder what the siblings will do with their parents though. So much easier to write de facto orphans like Florian. Family just gets in the way of adventure :p

Edit: Yeah, it's not really any of my business anyways, haha. Thanks for the cameo on Florian's plants :D