Setting
You have come to a small fork in the path. To the north, the path descends down a small hill and out towards the large body of water in that direction. To the west, the patch continues up a winding path through a series of sparse trees. To the east, the path continues through an open field and towards the entrance to Wing City.
Path Fork
You have come to a small fork in the path. To the north, the path descends down a small hill and out towards the large body of water in that direction. To the west, the patch continues up a winding path through a series of sparse trees. To the east, the path continues through an open field and towards the entrance to Wing City.
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You are here. |
east |
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Path Fork is a part of 
Midland.
29 Characters Here
Tagged Michael [37] A soldier from Hynan-Nal. His loyalty to his queen is as much a part of him as the scarf around his neck. He is bonded to Melancholy; shire stallion, Drax.
Maree Vallante [19] The most timid of women, a mere commoner who lives out in the country side after having a family broken by war.
The Wandering Lady [18] A young woman who roams from town to town calling no place her home. She's a vagabond with her instrument being the most precious possession she owns.
Celomin Anor [9]
Obava Strach [7]
Vain Travailler [2] [quote]We are the feeling of being followed when your alone. The shivers when your warm. Those fears that make you want to scream. We come through without permission, cutting darkness in the night, moving in and out of sight.[/quote]
Caius Gradius [1] "I am Caius Gradius the Leader of the Penitus Oculotus, the Emperor's Elite Guard."
Nolan Rice [1] Not your average young gentleman.
Xavier Eglaxium [1] Xavier is part of the Eglaxian kind. They control all of a secret element called 'Eglax'.
Drefen Duvalia [1] just your humble sorcerer, who just happens to be undead, and is hopelessly evil, and takes every chance to pull a good joke.
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Tagged Michael It had been so long that he had become complacent; after the archers and assassins of Hynan-Nal, the thought of highway men had seemed laughable to him. He was Michael, once the Queen's Own and bonded in Melancholy, and as such was more than a match for any simple vagabond. Or so he thought. In truth, he hadn't seen the blade coming until it was far too late to dodge, taking the strike to his side even as Drax fought to leap free of the plummeting attacker. The man lay dead mere moments later, pulped into the dusty ground by immense, furious hooves, but of course it had been too late.
Now, days later, he fought to cling to the saddle, sick and weary; unsure what had tainted the blade in such a manner that his own healing skill became obsolete.
Now, days later, he fought to cling to the saddle, sick and weary; unsure what had tainted the blade in such a manner that his own healing skill became obsolete.
Maree Vallante knelt down near a tree with basket in hand, a small smile ever present on her lovely features. "Kings Sprout..." Plucking the herb tenderly, the woman would place it into the carriage beneath her arm before rising. "Quite a lucky day to find such a rare herb..." Her attention was brought around to the path fork, hooves all too easily heard upon the dirt road. Someone was approaching. Having heard news of bandits running about, collecting "tolls", the woman became frightened, and quickly dodged behind a rather large tree to hide. Maree would hope that the underbrush would keep her mostly hidden.
Tagged Michael He was so tired, plagued by a throbbing in his side and a burning under his skin; he let Drax make his own way, knowing that his companion was suffering also but unable to lessen the transferred sensation more than he already had without severing their connection in a way that could not be repaired. Michael was unaware of the woman hiding so close to him, but Drax was all too aware; the great beast snorted, hooves kicking up dirt in a show of agitation.
Maree Vallante was generally a person to not approach others so easily but that man easily needed help, or at least that is what her naivety told her. Dropping the basket on the grass, the woman gathered her skirts and quickly hurried to the pair. Maree, however, would not come too close to the horse for fear of getting trampled.
"Are you alright? Sir, can you hear me?" Maree was panicking, looking about her as if someone were going to be there to help with the situation.
"Are you alright? Sir, can you hear me?" Maree was panicking, looking about her as if someone were going to be there to help with the situation.
Tagged Michael Drax shrieked at the woman's approach, rearing back and coming close to unseating Michael from his already precarious perch, years of riding experience and their bond the only reason Michael wasn't sent dashing to the earth. Eyes ringed with white, the great beast beat at the woman with his hooves; not close enough to hit her, but a clear warning for her to stay back.
Maree Vallante took a few steps back from the beast, realizing just how protective it was over his rider. "Calm! Calm, please! Allow me to help him, dear creature!" The woman would hold out her hands, crouching slightly to show submission to him, yet still urgency towards his rider.
Tagged Michael was only very vaguely aware of his potential rescuer, more concerned with clinging to the saddle and attempting to remain seated as Drax warded off what seemed to be another attack. The sharp movements jarred his stitched but unhealed wound and he cried out, Drax shrieking with the same pain and backing away.
Maree Vallante could feel her heart beating rather quickly, it wanting to burst forth from her chest the sensation was to constrained. As the mount moved back, the woman would move forward a few steps with concern showing even more on her expression. "Please let me help him, " Maree begged again to the steed. "He needs help, I can help him..." Surely it was rather strange to be speaking to an animal, but to her it was not so far fetched.
Tagged Michael At first, it seemed as if he wouldn't listen, but eventually the shire calmed to a point where the woman would no longer be in immediate danger of death by concussive head trauma. He remained agitated, skittering around her advance and keeping Michael out of her way; she was a stranger and the beast didn't trust her, nor did he know what she was saying.
Maree Vallante watched the actions of this man's mount, coming to a rather obvious conclusion. "Hynan-Nal...?" Still she would approach Drax, as calmly as she could, though it was quite difficult with him dancing around her to keep the man away. "I won't hurt him, I want to help... sir, please if you can hear me, let me help you..." At times it seemed that Maree would come close enough to the man, yet only just so before the horse would move him out of her reached.
Tagged Michael blinked sluggishly, her words filtering between their minds. "No..." He didn't know what she thought, but she knew of him, maybe... it was too confused. Drax paused, eyeing the woman, his head turned to one side, eyes wide, chest heaving. He judged her.
Maree Vallante exhaled slowly as the animal at least stood still now. The man had refused but she was not going to give up just because he had said no. Taking one more step towards the beast, Maree would hold out a hand to him, palm upward. "Please... you need help." She would wait for a small moment there without speaking, nor moving, but awaiting to see the horse's reaction.
Tagged Michael watched her with bleary eyes, hanging on to Drax's neck for dear life as the beast edged forwards just a fraction to sniff the offered hand. He wasn't particularity impressed, but she didn't smell of blood or grave lime. He dipped his head just a little, willing to take a chance for both their sakes.
Maree Vallante allowed her hand to linger beneath the horse's muzzle while her other hand tentatively reached for Michael so that the creature would know what her attempts were. "I need him to follow me... I can't just treat you on top of your friend." Her hand still attempted to touch Michael upon his arm.
Tagged Michael flinched when her hand fell upon his sleeve; her touch alarming, more so because Drax was allowing it. The shire huffed out a great, agitated breath, having no idea what the woman wanted him to do, but no longer fighting against her.
Maree Vallante would pull her touch away from the man as he flinched, not wanting to alarm him. "Please sir, let me help you. I don't want to have to drag you off the horse, I don't think he'd like that too much." Again, the woman would attempt to place a gentle hand on the man's arm while moving her other to stroke the beast's cheek.
Tagged Michael Her touch was better received the second time as Michael looked at her with greater focus and realised that yes, he could understand her words. "Who-?" His head was muddled and his mouth uncooperative. Drax permitted her contact, but just barely, pawing the ground.
Maree Vallante would speak softly, "You're a Rider aren't you? I've seen your like before, and it's always easy to tell from the horse. Creature like that is ever protective, unlike others who would allow anyone to approach if broken. My name is Maree, sir, and I wish to aid you."
Tagged Michael So she knew them, or of them... he wondered how much she had head, and listened to Drax's soft advice and swore not to say their true names. He had no choice, too sick to care for them himself and too weak to make it back to a point of certain sanctuary.
In the end, it was Drax gave in; dropping down onto his knees.
In the end, it was Drax gave in; dropping down onto his knees.
Maree Vallante felt relief like nothing before as the steed lower himself. Removing her hand from the horse, the woman would attempt to put her arms around Michael to help him dismount. Yet, she didn't want to touch him for Maree knew nothing of his injuries, only that he was injured. "You have to tell me where you are harmed..."