Introduction
Buried deep in the realm of fantasy lies a land of mystic wonder, Aurora. This is the land in which your story will begin,, the land in which your story will end. A world of many races, vast variety in landscapes and most importantly, adventure.
However, for a land of such beautiful culture, it has had a very dark past.
When the world was new, and the policies of man first began their monarchy, there was one supreme ruler of the world. Emperor Zaxon, he ruled Aurora with a hard fist but a kind heart. He was known for his strict policies and his armfuls of compassion. Some said they hoped that Zaxon would never leave the throne. But there was one who envied him. Bandrial, his most trusted advisor lusted for Zaxon’s throne. She spent her days whispering poison words in his ear, hoping that one day, won over by her trust, She could finally deliver to him the fatal blow that she had dreamt of for years.
The year grew cold, some of the fiercest and deadliest frosts Aurora had ever seen. Even the oceans began to freeze over, and turn hard like the advisor’s heart. The people, unaware and uneducated blamed Zaxon.
“You have dishonored the gods!” they cried. “There is no other explanation.” Bandrial also told him this.
“My liege,” She cried. “Don’t you see how the gods cry to you, what have you done?” But Zaxon had done nothing. The frost was just another part of Bandrial’s scheme. However, even Zaxon began to think he had done something wrong. He went to his advisor for guidance.
“You are a powerful sorceress,” He said. “Tell me, how do I right my wrongs with the gods.” Behind her false worried eyes danced fires of glee and hope.
“Sacrifice my lord, human sacrifice, only then will the gods be appeased.” Zaxon did not agree.
“Sacrifice is wrong in any way, especially that of my own people,” He argued.
“Lets think for a moment of what you have done, who is the one person you put above all else, including your country.” She said trough her forked tongue.
Solar, his queen, his bride, his one and only love. The shining sun of the nation.
“They’ve grown envious of her,” The witch lied. “Once she is gone, the storms will stop.” Of course Zaxon immediately refused. Solar was his life, and he would not loose it to a petty storm. It took more work on Bandrial’s part.
“Will you really let all these people suffer for one woman?” she asked. “You are their king sir, the look to you for protection!”
Zaxon fought about mentally for weeks. The greatest inner conflict a man could have. His love, or his people? He couldn’t decide. Solar, in all of her bright and shining glory came to him.
“My king,” she whispered sweetly in his ear. “My love, you have to do this.” She told him.
“Who am I to take your life?” he asked.
“You cant take it, when I give it freely,” Like a true martyr to the cause, His blade left his sheath and found a new one deep between her breasts. Zaxon fled to his wife, holding her to him. He pulled the blade from her body, the gift from his father never seeming so vile. He held her to him, her blood soaking through her white gown, into his blue tunic. He let out a wail of turmoil, of defeat. The entire nation shook with fear at its sound. He went to the balcony, dagger in hand, cursing the gods.
“I cant live without her,” he shrieked. “I’ve been good to this country, am I not allowed this one courtesy?” and without another word, the dagger found a similar resting place in Zaxon’s own chest.
Bandrial took the throne, no heirs yet born to the young king. The day the sorceress took the throne; a veil of darkness swept Aurora, and hasn’t left. The castle prophet came shaking into her throne room, the entire plot becoming coming clear to him now.
“You may have won your power Bandrial,” The Prophet cried. “But there will be those who will strip it away.”
“What do you speak of old man?” the new queen sneered. His eyes turned white and the prophecy chanted as such.
In the year of fiercest frosts
Two pure souls were cost.
Yet the day the stars align,
Eight new roles will be assigned.
The Archer whose life is falling apart,
Shall pierce an arrow into your heart,
The swordsman, whose blade is pure and true,
Shall rid the world of the likes of you,
The Shape shifter who never knew his past,
Will make sure that breath will be your last
The mind controller, who is hurt deeper than her skin,
Will make sure you never live again.
The Healer, soul full of precious light,
Will trap you with your hate and spite
The mage, elements at his control
Will return the throne you lustfully stole
The necromancer, who makes the dead alert,
Will haunt you with the ghosts of the people you’ve hurt,
The girl with life at her fingertips,
Ends the poison that leaves your lips.
Eight new roles will be assigned,
On the day the stars align.
Bandrial grabbed the old man up by his torn robes. “What do you speak of old man?” she hissed.
“I tell the story of your very fortunate demise,” he sneered back. Bandrial began to laugh.
“And now that I know what makes you think that I’ll be so stupid as to not fix it?” she asked.
“Because, the decision you make, have a funny way of turning on you,” With that the old man morphed into a hawk and left. Leaving Bandrial to her worries. It would be 17 years before the stars would align; she decided to kill every newborn that was birthed that year, protecting her own skin.
What she didn’t realize was each of the children was born the day she came into power. This one misconception that will lead to your adventure.
On the day the stars align, a comet will lead overhead, marking those who would be heroes with a symbol on their hand. This day is coming soon my heroes. Prepare yourselves for the tasks ahead.
Creatures that live in Aurora:
Good:
Griffins: The griffin (griffon or gryphon) is a legendary creature with the body of a lion and the head and often wings of an eagle. As the lion was traditionally considered the king of the beasts and the eagle was the king of the birds, the griffin was thought to be an especially powerful and majestic creature. Griffins are normally known for guarding treasure. In antiquity it was a symbol of divine power and a guardian of the divine. They reside in the Napgliss mountains.
Fairies: Not to be confused with Pixies These beautiful creature love to help the down hearted and sad. Can be found in about any forest in Aurora.
Rainbow Lions: Giant cats of strange colors. Can talk to humans and have limited magical abilities.
(PM Me if you have other ideas these are just some main ones.)
Evil:
Knee-Highs: Small creatures, greasy grey skin, (Looks a lot like the gnomes on the harry potter video games) easy to kill, but are dangerously fast. One bite can prove fatal. Their fangs hold quick acting poison. There are antidotes, but if it is not administered within the hour the victim will die.
Orcs: ( I don’t have to describe these do I? They’re in every fantasy thing known to mankind…almost)
Sirens: They’re song draws in young men and leads them to their death. Beautiful women from a distance, horrible creatures up close.
Trolls: Big ugly stupid brutes. Likes to smash things.
Behemoths: Giant creatures that are used mostly to carry cargo and crash through castle walls.
Werewolves: Men transformed by Bandrial's magic. Unlike the ones from legend, they do not change back, and have lost all sense of humanity.
(Once again feel free to add)
Gods and Goddesses
(Keep in mind each of the hero’s have their own god they worship. It should be pretty easy to see which one they worship. I’ll leave their names up to you! Be creative :D)
The God of War- Worshiped by the Swordsman
The Goddess of the Hunt Worshiped by the Archer
The God of Death Worshiped by the Necromancer
The Goddess of Life Worshiped by the Animal whisperer
The God of Beasts Worshiped by the Shapeshifter
The Goddess of Wisdom Worshiped by the Mage
The God of Will Worshiped by the Mind Controler
The Goddess of Love Worshiped by the Cleric
Character slots
The 8 heroes in the prophecy above
The Archer - ivulgar
The Swordsman - cade.scholl
The Necromancer - Waste.
The Cleric - Moon/Mihael
The Shapeshifter -Valor
The Mind Controler- machubi_uniki
The Mage- Zetta
The Animal Whisperer- FunkyJAm
(Pm me for these positions. Very dedicated Rpers would be needed for these. I will allow you to have one of these and a hero if you can keep up with it, but keep in mind that these character could quite possibly die.)
Bandarial- AssasinAlice
Her four Main Minions
1. Dandan
2.
3.
4
However, for a land of such beautiful culture, it has had a very dark past.
When the world was new, and the policies of man first began their monarchy, there was one supreme ruler of the world. Emperor Zaxon, he ruled Aurora with a hard fist but a kind heart. He was known for his strict policies and his armfuls of compassion. Some said they hoped that Zaxon would never leave the throne. But there was one who envied him. Bandrial, his most trusted advisor lusted for Zaxon’s throne. She spent her days whispering poison words in his ear, hoping that one day, won over by her trust, She could finally deliver to him the fatal blow that she had dreamt of for years.
The year grew cold, some of the fiercest and deadliest frosts Aurora had ever seen. Even the oceans began to freeze over, and turn hard like the advisor’s heart. The people, unaware and uneducated blamed Zaxon.
“You have dishonored the gods!” they cried. “There is no other explanation.” Bandrial also told him this.
“My liege,” She cried. “Don’t you see how the gods cry to you, what have you done?” But Zaxon had done nothing. The frost was just another part of Bandrial’s scheme. However, even Zaxon began to think he had done something wrong. He went to his advisor for guidance.
“You are a powerful sorceress,” He said. “Tell me, how do I right my wrongs with the gods.” Behind her false worried eyes danced fires of glee and hope.
“Sacrifice my lord, human sacrifice, only then will the gods be appeased.” Zaxon did not agree.
“Sacrifice is wrong in any way, especially that of my own people,” He argued.
“Lets think for a moment of what you have done, who is the one person you put above all else, including your country.” She said trough her forked tongue.
Solar, his queen, his bride, his one and only love. The shining sun of the nation.
“They’ve grown envious of her,” The witch lied. “Once she is gone, the storms will stop.” Of course Zaxon immediately refused. Solar was his life, and he would not loose it to a petty storm. It took more work on Bandrial’s part.
“Will you really let all these people suffer for one woman?” she asked. “You are their king sir, the look to you for protection!”
Zaxon fought about mentally for weeks. The greatest inner conflict a man could have. His love, or his people? He couldn’t decide. Solar, in all of her bright and shining glory came to him.
“My king,” she whispered sweetly in his ear. “My love, you have to do this.” She told him.
“Who am I to take your life?” he asked.
“You cant take it, when I give it freely,” Like a true martyr to the cause, His blade left his sheath and found a new one deep between her breasts. Zaxon fled to his wife, holding her to him. He pulled the blade from her body, the gift from his father never seeming so vile. He held her to him, her blood soaking through her white gown, into his blue tunic. He let out a wail of turmoil, of defeat. The entire nation shook with fear at its sound. He went to the balcony, dagger in hand, cursing the gods.
“I cant live without her,” he shrieked. “I’ve been good to this country, am I not allowed this one courtesy?” and without another word, the dagger found a similar resting place in Zaxon’s own chest.
Bandrial took the throne, no heirs yet born to the young king. The day the sorceress took the throne; a veil of darkness swept Aurora, and hasn’t left. The castle prophet came shaking into her throne room, the entire plot becoming coming clear to him now.
“You may have won your power Bandrial,” The Prophet cried. “But there will be those who will strip it away.”
“What do you speak of old man?” the new queen sneered. His eyes turned white and the prophecy chanted as such.
In the year of fiercest frosts
Two pure souls were cost.
Yet the day the stars align,
Eight new roles will be assigned.
The Archer whose life is falling apart,
Shall pierce an arrow into your heart,
The swordsman, whose blade is pure and true,
Shall rid the world of the likes of you,
The Shape shifter who never knew his past,
Will make sure that breath will be your last
The mind controller, who is hurt deeper than her skin,
Will make sure you never live again.
The Healer, soul full of precious light,
Will trap you with your hate and spite
The mage, elements at his control
Will return the throne you lustfully stole
The necromancer, who makes the dead alert,
Will haunt you with the ghosts of the people you’ve hurt,
The girl with life at her fingertips,
Ends the poison that leaves your lips.
Eight new roles will be assigned,
On the day the stars align.
Bandrial grabbed the old man up by his torn robes. “What do you speak of old man?” she hissed.
“I tell the story of your very fortunate demise,” he sneered back. Bandrial began to laugh.
“And now that I know what makes you think that I’ll be so stupid as to not fix it?” she asked.
“Because, the decision you make, have a funny way of turning on you,” With that the old man morphed into a hawk and left. Leaving Bandrial to her worries. It would be 17 years before the stars would align; she decided to kill every newborn that was birthed that year, protecting her own skin.
What she didn’t realize was each of the children was born the day she came into power. This one misconception that will lead to your adventure.
On the day the stars align, a comet will lead overhead, marking those who would be heroes with a symbol on their hand. This day is coming soon my heroes. Prepare yourselves for the tasks ahead.
Creatures that live in Aurora:
Good:
Griffins: The griffin (griffon or gryphon) is a legendary creature with the body of a lion and the head and often wings of an eagle. As the lion was traditionally considered the king of the beasts and the eagle was the king of the birds, the griffin was thought to be an especially powerful and majestic creature. Griffins are normally known for guarding treasure. In antiquity it was a symbol of divine power and a guardian of the divine. They reside in the Napgliss mountains.
Fairies: Not to be confused with Pixies These beautiful creature love to help the down hearted and sad. Can be found in about any forest in Aurora.
Rainbow Lions: Giant cats of strange colors. Can talk to humans and have limited magical abilities.
(PM Me if you have other ideas these are just some main ones.)
Evil:
Knee-Highs: Small creatures, greasy grey skin, (Looks a lot like the gnomes on the harry potter video games) easy to kill, but are dangerously fast. One bite can prove fatal. Their fangs hold quick acting poison. There are antidotes, but if it is not administered within the hour the victim will die.
Orcs: ( I don’t have to describe these do I? They’re in every fantasy thing known to mankind…almost)
Sirens: They’re song draws in young men and leads them to their death. Beautiful women from a distance, horrible creatures up close.
Trolls: Big ugly stupid brutes. Likes to smash things.
Behemoths: Giant creatures that are used mostly to carry cargo and crash through castle walls.
Werewolves: Men transformed by Bandrial's magic. Unlike the ones from legend, they do not change back, and have lost all sense of humanity.
(Once again feel free to add)
Gods and Goddesses
(Keep in mind each of the hero’s have their own god they worship. It should be pretty easy to see which one they worship. I’ll leave their names up to you! Be creative :D)
The God of War- Worshiped by the Swordsman
The Goddess of the Hunt Worshiped by the Archer
The God of Death Worshiped by the Necromancer
The Goddess of Life Worshiped by the Animal whisperer
The God of Beasts Worshiped by the Shapeshifter
The Goddess of Wisdom Worshiped by the Mage
The God of Will Worshiped by the Mind Controler
The Goddess of Love Worshiped by the Cleric
Character slots
The 8 heroes in the prophecy above
The Archer - ivulgar
The Swordsman - cade.scholl
The Necromancer - Waste.
The Cleric - Moon/Mihael
The Shapeshifter -Valor
The Mind Controler- machubi_uniki
The Mage- Zetta
The Animal Whisperer- FunkyJAm
(Pm me for these positions. Very dedicated Rpers would be needed for these. I will allow you to have one of these and a hero if you can keep up with it, but keep in mind that these character could quite possibly die.)
Bandarial- AssasinAlice
Her four Main Minions
1. Dandan
2.
3.
4
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Light flickered through a window and danced across blank white walls as the sun began to reappear from behind the high hills and trees. Two blue eyes opened and glistened in the morning’s sunlight. Sitting up in her bed, Nzuri’s raven hair settled around her while her bangs rested in her eyes. Her nose flared and her hand lifted to brush the hair away only to have it fall back into her face. She sighed and swung her legs out of the bed; her bare feet touched the floor and almost immediately she flinched them back. Cold, she thought before touching the floor again. Standing up her long hair flowed and rested around her knees while her white nightie landed around her upper thigh.
Immediately she walked towards a wooden dresser with a mirror built into it. Looking in she wiped away her bangs again only to have them fall right back into her eyes. She then proceeded to blow them up and away from her eyes but to no avail. Biting her lips she took a pair of scissors and brought them up, stopping about a fraction below her eyebrows. She froze for a moment and literally chickened out. “I would simply mess them up. Perhaps I should ask one of the ladies to do it for me; though they would either mess them up on purpose or run away from me,” she said with complete dejection.
Leaving it as is she stepped into her bathroom and began to clean herself up; after coming out with wet hair and a robe on. Reaching into a drawer she pulled out a long black dress and changed into it. Turning around, she looked into the mirror again to appraise herself. It’s hopeless I look terrible, with a sigh she turned and walked out of her room and into her kitchen/living room. After eating breakfast, which consisted of toast and a single egg, Nzuri sat up and threw her dishes into a sink. By then her hair had dried straight and once again was in her eyes. “What ever am I going to do with this hair of mine,” she sighed while pursing her lips and frowing. Turning around she picked up a list titled ‘Titles of Things To Do Today”; with another sigh she crunched the paper within her fists and walked out the door.
Standing outside her door her face paled further than it was already was and her mouth opened. Through clenched teeth and fists she walked forward towards the large throng of people. She got shoved around more than once or twice and after the tenth time she uddered a curse word or two. Finally after what seemed like an eternity she made it to a fruit shop. “Nzuri, what would you like today?” the young shop keeper asked with a bright, tooth-filled, smile.
“Well a bushel of tomatoes, I ran out yesterday, thank you Jonathon,” she said with a fake smile. After all this shopkeeper didn’t truly like her in any friendly sort of way. Only as a shop keeper likes a loyal customer.
Immediately she walked towards a wooden dresser with a mirror built into it. Looking in she wiped away her bangs again only to have them fall right back into her eyes. She then proceeded to blow them up and away from her eyes but to no avail. Biting her lips she took a pair of scissors and brought them up, stopping about a fraction below her eyebrows. She froze for a moment and literally chickened out. “I would simply mess them up. Perhaps I should ask one of the ladies to do it for me; though they would either mess them up on purpose or run away from me,” she said with complete dejection.
Leaving it as is she stepped into her bathroom and began to clean herself up; after coming out with wet hair and a robe on. Reaching into a drawer she pulled out a long black dress and changed into it. Turning around, she looked into the mirror again to appraise herself. It’s hopeless I look terrible, with a sigh she turned and walked out of her room and into her kitchen/living room. After eating breakfast, which consisted of toast and a single egg, Nzuri sat up and threw her dishes into a sink. By then her hair had dried straight and once again was in her eyes. “What ever am I going to do with this hair of mine,” she sighed while pursing her lips and frowing. Turning around she picked up a list titled ‘Titles of Things To Do Today”; with another sigh she crunched the paper within her fists and walked out the door.
Standing outside her door her face paled further than it was already was and her mouth opened. Through clenched teeth and fists she walked forward towards the large throng of people. She got shoved around more than once or twice and after the tenth time she uddered a curse word or two. Finally after what seemed like an eternity she made it to a fruit shop. “Nzuri, what would you like today?” the young shop keeper asked with a bright, tooth-filled, smile.
“Well a bushel of tomatoes, I ran out yesterday, thank you Jonathon,” she said with a fake smile. After all this shopkeeper didn’t truly like her in any friendly sort of way. Only as a shop keeper likes a loyal customer.
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Bandrial rose out of her bed slowly, her sandy locks cascading down her body in a golden waterfall. The bed moved with her, as she sat, the sloshing of the liquid that filled her mattress echoed through the stone room. It was rumored that the blood of her enemies filled that bed, and that she rested upon it with security, knowing they would never bother her again. She pulled the satin blanket around her naked form and rose to her window, gazing upon her lands with stern eyes.
These were her lands. She had fought for them. She had earned them. They were hers. Tomorrow night was the night the invasions would start, that these destined eight were supposed to come into power, to be born. Even now she was readying her armies to go and kill the newborns. She could take no chances. After everything Bandrial had done to get to the top, she would not be dethroned by a bunch of children.
She called in her maid servant, terror leaked from every pore in the young girl's body as she entered the room. Bandrial smiled, terror fueled her, fed her, made her strong.
"I wished to be dressed," she said with her condemning tone. The girl bowed and made her way the to closet and brought out a red dress, she helped Bandrial into it, as she laced the dress, she accidentally pinched the dark sorceress.
The girl began to quake and Bandrial smirked.
"That wasn't very nice? Was it?" she asked sarcastically. Bandrial snapped her fingers, and the girl combusted into flames.
These were her lands. She had fought for them. She had earned them. They were hers. Tomorrow night was the night the invasions would start, that these destined eight were supposed to come into power, to be born. Even now she was readying her armies to go and kill the newborns. She could take no chances. After everything Bandrial had done to get to the top, she would not be dethroned by a bunch of children.
She called in her maid servant, terror leaked from every pore in the young girl's body as she entered the room. Bandrial smiled, terror fueled her, fed her, made her strong.
"I wished to be dressed," she said with her condemning tone. The girl bowed and made her way the to closet and brought out a red dress, she helped Bandrial into it, as she laced the dress, she accidentally pinched the dark sorceress.
The girl began to quake and Bandrial smirked.
"That wasn't very nice? Was it?" she asked sarcastically. Bandrial snapped her fingers, and the girl combusted into flames.
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Alex walked into a busy town he walked through his stomach was growling he wasn't bumped into at all everyone was scared of him he found a fruit stall he saw a girl he waved he voice was dark but showed his natural kindness "Sorry miss." he face the man "I would like to buy and apple." the man nodded he got a apple and named his price Alex checked his bag and noticed he had no money he sighed he walked off and he sat down on a bench and sunk his head down "I spent the last of my money on that couple that was getting married I hope that they are going to be happy together." he was happy about that one thought he sighed "I will find something to eat no worries."
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"Siinschi Nomoroh," Norman howled, bringing his burning mace down on an unsuspecting troll. His expression darkened as he felt an arrow slam into his back. Spinning around, he spotted the archer, an orc, who's expression went from smug, to instant terror. "By my Goddess, you shall fall," he roared, and charged the orc. As the orc turned to flee from him, it fell, as did his mace, onto the orc's skull. Blood and gore was everywhere, even on himself, as he stared about him, searching for a new target.
Out in the distance, Norman spied a lone figure. It's armor was black, and he was reminded of a bear, from the war the armor was crafted. The figure held up a massive hammer, and charged him. Taking up his mace and shield, he charged at the figure, his mace burning brighter and hotter. As they came closer, the figure swung his massive hammer, just as he swung his burning mace. The two weapons collided into one another, and power erupted from the weapons.
Norman awoke to the sound birds singing in the trees, and rubbed his eyes. "Another dream?" A voice drifted into his ears frm his right. "Aye," he responded. "Same one?" It asked, and he replied with another, "Aye." He stared about his small camp, and started to stand up. He stretched his tired muscles, and looked down at himself. "Do you ever take off that armor?" He turned toward the voice and sighed slightly, "It'll come off when I bathe later, ok?" The owner of the voice sighed once, then quited.
Removing the trash, filling the temporary latrine pit, and covering up the fire pit that he had dug late last night, were a daily routine for Norman, and he did not mind it. He smiled slightly, thinking back to his last companions. "You were always the one who cleaned up their messes, Norman." The voice chuckled softly, and he replied with another, "Aye." He finished cleaning up his camp, and began to gather up his belongings, when his stomach growled. He held up a hand to his companion, stopping any comments that would flow, and said, "The next town is only a few miles away, and the road to it is only a few yards to my right."
The owner of the voice sighed and said, "Aye." Norman could feel his companion's smile in his tone, and smiled as well. Lifting up his satchel, he strapped it to his back, and walked over to the tree. Leaning down, he lifted up his shield and attached it to his back. He then reached down and lifted his crossbow, and held onto it while he secured the quiver of bolts to his hip. "Ready?" He asked, lifting up his iron studded mace. "Aye," the mace said, "Lets go get you some food."
Out in the distance, Norman spied a lone figure. It's armor was black, and he was reminded of a bear, from the war the armor was crafted. The figure held up a massive hammer, and charged him. Taking up his mace and shield, he charged at the figure, his mace burning brighter and hotter. As they came closer, the figure swung his massive hammer, just as he swung his burning mace. The two weapons collided into one another, and power erupted from the weapons.
Norman awoke to the sound birds singing in the trees, and rubbed his eyes. "Another dream?" A voice drifted into his ears frm his right. "Aye," he responded. "Same one?" It asked, and he replied with another, "Aye." He stared about his small camp, and started to stand up. He stretched his tired muscles, and looked down at himself. "Do you ever take off that armor?" He turned toward the voice and sighed slightly, "It'll come off when I bathe later, ok?" The owner of the voice sighed once, then quited.
Removing the trash, filling the temporary latrine pit, and covering up the fire pit that he had dug late last night, were a daily routine for Norman, and he did not mind it. He smiled slightly, thinking back to his last companions. "You were always the one who cleaned up their messes, Norman." The voice chuckled softly, and he replied with another, "Aye." He finished cleaning up his camp, and began to gather up his belongings, when his stomach growled. He held up a hand to his companion, stopping any comments that would flow, and said, "The next town is only a few miles away, and the road to it is only a few yards to my right."
The owner of the voice sighed and said, "Aye." Norman could feel his companion's smile in his tone, and smiled as well. Lifting up his satchel, he strapped it to his back, and walked over to the tree. Leaning down, he lifted up his shield and attached it to his back. He then reached down and lifted his crossbow, and held onto it while he secured the quiver of bolts to his hip. "Ready?" He asked, lifting up his iron studded mace. "Aye," the mace said, "Lets go get you some food."
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Seeing the morning light was always a pleasure for everyone. That meant that they had made it through another night and lived to see the next day. Lilith was no different. When the light shinned through the little cottage window, a muffled huff could be heard. Upstairs in the attic, the young girl slept peacefully and soundly. As if to punish the poor girl for not getting up, the sun decided to shine brighter than ever. The thin cover didn’t do her any justice when she tried to cover her head. Finally, Lilith removed the covers and opened her bright blue eyes. They narrowed when they saw the sunlight, but gradually opened as they adjusted. The girl pushed herself up and off the makeshift bed. Lilith’s layer gray hair was either sticking up in different directions or still laying on her bed.
“Let me get up. Master will need my help” Lilith said sleepily. She stepped onto the cold wood floor and started backing her way to the other side of the attic. Her hair came slightly below her knees. Lilith was surprised that Master hadn’t made her cut it yet. A sweet little smile appeared on her face when she thought of the grumpy old man. He is the reason she is who she is today. Lilith loves Master with all of her heart. Sadly, her heart was slowly breaking. Lilith stopped in her tracks when she heard the painful coughs that echoed in the attic. Lilith stared sadly at the little old man who laid in bed. She walked over to him and lightly touched his shoulder.
“Master, please wake up. It’s time to get up” she spoke softly. The little man looked up into the bright blue eyes and coughed again. Lilith helped sit him up and he slowly rolled out of bed. Master thanked Lilith and told her to get ready. They were going into town to pick up some simples. Lilith nodded, but didn’t move. She wanted to see Master move before she would get ready. He had started to walk towards the stairway, and then rounded the corner. ‘He’s still moving pretty slow’ she thought to herself. Lilith didn’t have time to dwell on the matter. She had to get ready and fast. With that in mind, Lilith walked back over to her side and looked inside the little basket that held her clothes. She didn’t have much, but she didn’t care. She only needed to love of her people and Master. Lilith pulled out a tan dress and a piece of red cloth. Then she headed down stares and into a tiny bathroom.
It didn’t take her long to get ready. Lilith slowly emerged from the bathroom, carrying her nightclothes. Master stood by the door waiting for his pupil to come along. Lilith ran up stairs, dropped her clothes on the floor and then ran back down the stairs. Master pointed to a basket and whispered ‘Grab that’ to her. Lilith did as she was told and then walked over to the door. She pushed it opened and waited for Master to slip through. She grabbed his forearm and helped him down the little hill they were on. Master didn't like being helped and he showed it. He pulled his arm away and glared at the girl. Lilith didn't take any offense to this. She simply closed the door behind him. Liltih was never rude to him. She just took it with a grain of salt and continued their life together.
“I’m ready whenever you are Master” Lilith said brightly. Even though the old man seemed grumpy, he smiled at the young girl and thanked her for the help.
“Let me get up. Master will need my help” Lilith said sleepily. She stepped onto the cold wood floor and started backing her way to the other side of the attic. Her hair came slightly below her knees. Lilith was surprised that Master hadn’t made her cut it yet. A sweet little smile appeared on her face when she thought of the grumpy old man. He is the reason she is who she is today. Lilith loves Master with all of her heart. Sadly, her heart was slowly breaking. Lilith stopped in her tracks when she heard the painful coughs that echoed in the attic. Lilith stared sadly at the little old man who laid in bed. She walked over to him and lightly touched his shoulder.
“Master, please wake up. It’s time to get up” she spoke softly. The little man looked up into the bright blue eyes and coughed again. Lilith helped sit him up and he slowly rolled out of bed. Master thanked Lilith and told her to get ready. They were going into town to pick up some simples. Lilith nodded, but didn’t move. She wanted to see Master move before she would get ready. He had started to walk towards the stairway, and then rounded the corner. ‘He’s still moving pretty slow’ she thought to herself. Lilith didn’t have time to dwell on the matter. She had to get ready and fast. With that in mind, Lilith walked back over to her side and looked inside the little basket that held her clothes. She didn’t have much, but she didn’t care. She only needed to love of her people and Master. Lilith pulled out a tan dress and a piece of red cloth. Then she headed down stares and into a tiny bathroom.
It didn’t take her long to get ready. Lilith slowly emerged from the bathroom, carrying her nightclothes. Master stood by the door waiting for his pupil to come along. Lilith ran up stairs, dropped her clothes on the floor and then ran back down the stairs. Master pointed to a basket and whispered ‘Grab that’ to her. Lilith did as she was told and then walked over to the door. She pushed it opened and waited for Master to slip through. She grabbed his forearm and helped him down the little hill they were on. Master didn't like being helped and he showed it. He pulled his arm away and glared at the girl. Lilith didn't take any offense to this. She simply closed the door behind him. Liltih was never rude to him. She just took it with a grain of salt and continued their life together.
“I’m ready whenever you are Master” Lilith said brightly. Even though the old man seemed grumpy, he smiled at the young girl and thanked her for the help.
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Alex smelled the air it was filled with the scent of food cooking in the taverns and in the other homes of the locals Alex stomach growled even louder he rubbed it he sighed and looked up to the sky and noticed how peaceful it looked he looked at the clouds and smiled. At first they looked like animals then the clouds turned from living objects to food like apples, ham, roasted meat, and many other things. Alex's heart fell down his morale dropped he said in a sad tone "My god must take amusement out of my misery by taunting me like this.” His stomach growled again "I know don’t remind me." he said to his gut.
The town people passed by him looking at him with fear and disgust. He knew this for everyone treats him like this for his clan’s reputation of destruction as spread far and everyone knowing what he is by birth. He felt hated like always but he didn't know how to show people he is kind instead he took the verbal abuse that knows one openly says to him. He looked down staring at the pattern of the road distant from reality. He was thinking on how much different he would be if he was born somewhere else maybe a normal person with people that care for him. If his parents were alive he would be raised with love and warmth how he raised him self alone and cold.
Alex didn't see it coming but a child threw a rock at him and it hit his head Alex woke up from his day dream and heard the boy call him a heartless killer and then the boy ran off to his parent who seemed proud Alex felt a warm stream of his blood come down he didn't bother with it. He felt even sadder he believed the boy’s cruel words for some reason he believed every word.
The town people passed by him looking at him with fear and disgust. He knew this for everyone treats him like this for his clan’s reputation of destruction as spread far and everyone knowing what he is by birth. He felt hated like always but he didn't know how to show people he is kind instead he took the verbal abuse that knows one openly says to him. He looked down staring at the pattern of the road distant from reality. He was thinking on how much different he would be if he was born somewhere else maybe a normal person with people that care for him. If his parents were alive he would be raised with love and warmth how he raised him self alone and cold.
Alex didn't see it coming but a child threw a rock at him and it hit his head Alex woke up from his day dream and heard the boy call him a heartless killer and then the boy ran off to his parent who seemed proud Alex felt a warm stream of his blood come down he didn't bother with it. He felt even sadder he believed the boy’s cruel words for some reason he believed every word.
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Devon woke, as with every morning, to a loud growl of a snore coming from below her, and frankly, that was all the alarm clock she needed. She smelled the damp, vibrating fur beneath her, and thanked the Cealdis, the Goddess of Life, for the life she had been given. Her cub mates now only half-grown squeaked and squirmed as she untangled herself from the mass of orange and black and white that was her family.
She stepped out of the mouth of the cave and breathed in the sweet scent of jungle. The morning greeted her with a gorgeous canopy of animals and foliage. She walked through the forest, talking to birds and monkeys along the way, picking up the day’s news. She plucked berries from bushes as she passed, popping one after another into her mouth. They tasted of the forest, of the lush and untainted vegetation of the habitat around her.
Full of joy and a sense of community, she whipped out her bamboo flute and trilled, with intense dexterity, a beautiful bird song. Suddenly she was swamped by a group of neighbouring toucans, telling her it might be a bit early for such a racket. She loved them all the same. The jungle was her home, even if she was a human. And the tigers were her family, no matter how many times they bit and scratched her, she loved them all.
Might as well wake the other and get them out of mother’s fur, she thought to herself, there’s no telling what kind of mood she’s in. She made her way back to the cave, picking roots and berries all the way. She arrived back at the dark, damp cave, and whipped out her flute for a wake-up call to her pride.
She stepped out of the mouth of the cave and breathed in the sweet scent of jungle. The morning greeted her with a gorgeous canopy of animals and foliage. She walked through the forest, talking to birds and monkeys along the way, picking up the day’s news. She plucked berries from bushes as she passed, popping one after another into her mouth. They tasted of the forest, of the lush and untainted vegetation of the habitat around her.
Full of joy and a sense of community, she whipped out her bamboo flute and trilled, with intense dexterity, a beautiful bird song. Suddenly she was swamped by a group of neighbouring toucans, telling her it might be a bit early for such a racket. She loved them all the same. The jungle was her home, even if she was a human. And the tigers were her family, no matter how many times they bit and scratched her, she loved them all.
Might as well wake the other and get them out of mother’s fur, she thought to herself, there’s no telling what kind of mood she’s in. She made her way back to the cave, picking roots and berries all the way. She arrived back at the dark, damp cave, and whipped out her flute for a wake-up call to her pride.
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"Don't you just hate it when people recognize you, Norman?" His mace chuckled as many people crowded around him at the town's gates, all trying to get him to heal them of their woes and sorrows. Norman growled as he pushed his way through them, healing only those who seemed to need it the most. Those that he healed, fell to their knees, giving thanks to him, practically worshiping him on the spot. He wanted to make those people stand on their own feet, and shake them, telling them that it was not he who healed them, but his goddess.
Unfortunately, Norman could not. Because, each step he took became more and more laborous, until he finally pleaded to his goddess, asking for her help. His answer came almost immediately, for a flash of brilliant white light enveloped him, blinding everyone, and making him vanish from the peoples' sight. He reappeared next to a fruit seller, and decided to buy two apples. Why he did so, was beyond him. As he paid for the fruit, he turned and saw a man walk past him, and felt his soul, and its purity. 'This is what I was sent here for, my Goddess," his eyes stared up into the heavens, and he smiled softly.
Norman turned to walk towards the man, when a hand grabbed his arm. "You mustn't go near that one, milord," he turned to see the fruit seller's hand on his arm, and he asked, "And why is that, good sir?" The fruit seller stared at him, as though he thought Norman was crazed. "That one has done terrible things, and must be driven out like the devil he is." He raised an eyebrow as the man said this, and shrugged the hand off his arm. "My Goddess will protect me from this man, good Fruit Seller." Turning towards the man, he watched as a rock flew from a child's hand, and strike his forehead. The scent of blood filled his nose, and he strode foreward, laying his hand on the man's shoulder.
"Good sir," Norman said, "Let me have a look at your head, where the boy had struck you so." He walked around in front of the man, and stared up at the wound. "It is not as grevious as one would think. For, as all head wounds go, bleeding from the forehead is a lot less dreadful than it looks." Without waiting for a response, he reached up with his right and, and drew a small sigil over the wound. Reciting a small prayer to his goddess, he watched as the man's forehead's wound closed up, and the blood vanished from sight.
Unfortunately, Norman could not. Because, each step he took became more and more laborous, until he finally pleaded to his goddess, asking for her help. His answer came almost immediately, for a flash of brilliant white light enveloped him, blinding everyone, and making him vanish from the peoples' sight. He reappeared next to a fruit seller, and decided to buy two apples. Why he did so, was beyond him. As he paid for the fruit, he turned and saw a man walk past him, and felt his soul, and its purity. 'This is what I was sent here for, my Goddess," his eyes stared up into the heavens, and he smiled softly.
Norman turned to walk towards the man, when a hand grabbed his arm. "You mustn't go near that one, milord," he turned to see the fruit seller's hand on his arm, and he asked, "And why is that, good sir?" The fruit seller stared at him, as though he thought Norman was crazed. "That one has done terrible things, and must be driven out like the devil he is." He raised an eyebrow as the man said this, and shrugged the hand off his arm. "My Goddess will protect me from this man, good Fruit Seller." Turning towards the man, he watched as a rock flew from a child's hand, and strike his forehead. The scent of blood filled his nose, and he strode foreward, laying his hand on the man's shoulder.
"Good sir," Norman said, "Let me have a look at your head, where the boy had struck you so." He walked around in front of the man, and stared up at the wound. "It is not as grevious as one would think. For, as all head wounds go, bleeding from the forehead is a lot less dreadful than it looks." Without waiting for a response, he reached up with his right and, and drew a small sigil over the wound. Reciting a small prayer to his goddess, he watched as the man's forehead's wound closed up, and the blood vanished from sight.
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Alex looked at him "Thank you I am surprised you did that because my dead clan reputation makes me a heartless killer to everyone." he silently chuckled "People still fear my clan even though they were all killed in their sleep me being the only one alive marked as a killer even though i haven’t killed a innocent yet." He looked up to Norman "Sorry for my useless ramble." he smiled even though his bandage mask covers his mouth.
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"I have never heard of your clan, nor does it matter right now," Norman replied softly, "My goddess brought me here for a reason, perhaps more than one. In any case, I am here to help, and my reputation is about to become of some use, I fear." He sighed heavily and dug into his satchel. He took out the other apple, and placed it into the man's hands. "You are, no doubt, hungry, yes?" He raised an eyebrow slightly. "Come," he grabbed the man's arm gently, "My Lady's church is up the road," he pointed ahead, "and I shall see that you get a decent meal in you."
Leading the man by the arm, Norman deliberately made it appear that he was escorting the man to the church. Whispers flew by them, some wondering where he was taking the man, while others hollered out that he should burn the man for his sins. He sighed heavily as he escorted the man through the church's doors, and released the man. "Come," he said, "The cafeterium is this way." He walked off towards the south side of the church, towards a humble lean-to, and opened the door. The smells of roasted meats and steamed vegetables escaped the lean-to, and Norman waited for the man to join him.
Leading the man by the arm, Norman deliberately made it appear that he was escorting the man to the church. Whispers flew by them, some wondering where he was taking the man, while others hollered out that he should burn the man for his sins. He sighed heavily as he escorted the man through the church's doors, and released the man. "Come," he said, "The cafeterium is this way." He walked off towards the south side of the church, towards a humble lean-to, and opened the door. The smells of roasted meats and steamed vegetables escaped the lean-to, and Norman waited for the man to join him.
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Alex was shocked at frist he unwrapped his bandage mask and ate the apple in a few bites and rewrapped it and he followed Norman "Thank you for your kindness their are no temples of my god because he dosn't want temples he wants fields and blood." he forgot to mention what his god governed "The god of war that is." he never worshipped his god but every enemy he kills he send thier souls to his god and to no other god he does though respects the other gods and goddess. He smelled the food and his stomach grumbled Four days with nothing to eat this is heaven but the question is at what cost of this what does he want me to do?
(heading to bed see ya)
(heading to bed see ya)
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"You are most welcome sir, but it is I who should be thanking you." Norman ushered the man into the lean-to, and sat him down quickly. He waved to a monk near a pot, and called out, saying, "Two bowls please, one for myself, and my friend." The monk nodded and gathered up two bowls, filling them with stewed meat, and placing a small wedge of cheese and a small loaf of bread into each bowl. The monk then came over to their table, and raised an eyebrow at him and his companion, but shrugged slightly. "It is as the goddess wills," he smiled at the man, leaving the two alone to their bowls.
"Please, eat. Regain your strength." Norman smiled as he prayed to his goddess, thanking her for the food he was about to partake of, and to bless it and his companion. When he finished, he whispered, "So let it be," instead of the old saying of "Amen", which meant, I agree. He didn't feel that it was prudent for him and others to say that they agree to a prayer, when he needed it to work faster. He shook his head slightly, and began to dig into his food slowly. "I suggest you eat slowly, my friend. Otherwise, you shall ruin your appetite, and hurt your stomach." He went back to his food, and, once he finished with the cheese, he looked up and asked, "What is your name, my friend? I seemed to have forgotten to ask." He held out his hand slowly, so as not to alarm the man, "My name is Norman Aegis, Cleric of the Goddess of Love.""
"Please, eat. Regain your strength." Norman smiled as he prayed to his goddess, thanking her for the food he was about to partake of, and to bless it and his companion. When he finished, he whispered, "So let it be," instead of the old saying of "Amen", which meant, I agree. He didn't feel that it was prudent for him and others to say that they agree to a prayer, when he needed it to work faster. He shook his head slightly, and began to dig into his food slowly. "I suggest you eat slowly, my friend. Otherwise, you shall ruin your appetite, and hurt your stomach." He went back to his food, and, once he finished with the cheese, he looked up and asked, "What is your name, my friend? I seemed to have forgotten to ask." He held out his hand slowly, so as not to alarm the man, "My name is Norman Aegis, Cleric of the Goddess of Love.""
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The notes flowed smoothly out of the end of her flute, echoing in the cave. The sound, now amplified, brought a roar of disapproval from within. Four orange lightning bolts shot from the mouth of the cave and brought Devon to the ground. Four pairs of large, lime green eyes stared down at her.
Devon! Devon! ‘Morning sis! They chanted at her in Natura.
Then her mother, slow in her old age, lumbered from the cave. Her muzzle was gray, and her coat nowhere near as shiny as the day she first suckled Devon. Giant Tigers, though long lived, tend to grow weaker with age. Mel’ona, Devon’s mother, was well past her prime, and her motions showed it. While old, Devon was sure she wouldn’t hesitate to cut down any threats to her land. Coming towards Devon, she nuzzled her cubs to each side.
What, my dear, do you think you are doing? Asked her den mother.
N-nothing mother, stammered Devon, I just thought it might be time to get up is all.
Well, my dearest cub, you were wrong.
She promptly returned to the cave, flopped herself on the hard rock, and went back to sleep.
Well guys, I think I might head into town. Tell mother I will be back later today with some supplies.
Will do Devon! Piped up her little sister, Ileni.
Once in town, Devon roamed the town looking for the cheapest bread to buy for supper. She heard yelling a street over and, her interest perked, she strolled over. What she saw was a man fully clad in armour leading some beggar with a strange sword strapped to his back. They were headed for a church in the center of the church. Not really my thing, she thought, but I feel like I should check it out. She headed for the church, following the scent of the sweat and blood. Devon arrived at the south side and followed the blood scent through a half open door of a lean-to.
Devon! Devon! ‘Morning sis! They chanted at her in Natura.
Then her mother, slow in her old age, lumbered from the cave. Her muzzle was gray, and her coat nowhere near as shiny as the day she first suckled Devon. Giant Tigers, though long lived, tend to grow weaker with age. Mel’ona, Devon’s mother, was well past her prime, and her motions showed it. While old, Devon was sure she wouldn’t hesitate to cut down any threats to her land. Coming towards Devon, she nuzzled her cubs to each side.
What, my dear, do you think you are doing? Asked her den mother.
N-nothing mother, stammered Devon, I just thought it might be time to get up is all.
Well, my dearest cub, you were wrong.
She promptly returned to the cave, flopped herself on the hard rock, and went back to sleep.
Well guys, I think I might head into town. Tell mother I will be back later today with some supplies.
Will do Devon! Piped up her little sister, Ileni.
Once in town, Devon roamed the town looking for the cheapest bread to buy for supper. She heard yelling a street over and, her interest perked, she strolled over. What she saw was a man fully clad in armour leading some beggar with a strange sword strapped to his back. They were headed for a church in the center of the church. Not really my thing, she thought, but I feel like I should check it out. She headed for the church, following the scent of the sweat and blood. Devon arrived at the south side and followed the blood scent through a half open door of a lean-to.
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"We have a guest," a voice, though muffled, could be heard quite clearly. Norman turned to see a young woman, standing outside the lean-to. He beckoned her to come in, saying, "Come, join us, young lady. Tis good food, and will warm your body well." He called out to the monk near the large pot, "Another bowl for my friend," he pointed at the girl. The monk nodded, and filled another bowl full of stew, and placed a wedge of cheese, and a small loaf of bread atop it. The monk strode towards the young woman, and handed her the bowl, whispering, "Will you not join us, child? You have been invited to sit with Cleric Norman." The monk turned his back on the girl, and walked back to the pot, stirring it slowly.
"Please, please, come in," Norman waved his hand invitingly, "Our food and comforts are humble, but they are warm and blissful." He sighed happily as he finished the last of his stew. He stood up, and walked over to the small wash bowl near the monk, and began to wash the bowl out. Once cleaned, he hung it on a rack, that dangled over a small fire, farthest from the door. He turned back, and smiled warmly at the young woman, saying, "I am Norman Aegis, Cleric of the Goddess of Love." He placed his right hand over his left breast, and bowed slightly to her, "May I ask for your name?"
"Please, please, come in," Norman waved his hand invitingly, "Our food and comforts are humble, but they are warm and blissful." He sighed happily as he finished the last of his stew. He stood up, and walked over to the small wash bowl near the monk, and began to wash the bowl out. Once cleaned, he hung it on a rack, that dangled over a small fire, farthest from the door. He turned back, and smiled warmly at the young woman, saying, "I am Norman Aegis, Cleric of the Goddess of Love." He placed his right hand over his left breast, and bowed slightly to her, "May I ask for your name?"
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Always be wary of humans, little one, her mother always said, they are torn with treachery and deceit. Shut up mother, this one seems nice enough. Look how he offers me food! Devon would have never spoken to her mother like this face-to-muzzle. That would have meant a quick death at the sharp black claws hidden in her paws.
She decided to approach, slowly working her way around the rough stone pillar. She fingered the smooth bamboo of her flute at her belt for comfort. Lady Cealdis protect me. Her black eyes now looked at the strangely clad Cleric. He had said he was of the Goddess of Love. Would our goddesses be friends? She mused. Devon approached the table barefoot, stepping carefully around broken glass and treacherous messes of food. She finally arrived at the table, and looking at the Cleric, noticed a companion of his.
He was an intense looking man, wrapped completely in bandages, and long black hair down to his mid back. The man was gorging himself, wolfing down every morsel of food he could. For a moment, she was jealous of his hair, wishing hers was as long. But her short crop kept it out of her face, and more importantly, out of bushes and trees. She took the bread and cheese and ate cautiously. When she found them to be quite good, and ate somewhat faster. She caught a whiff of the stew, and noticed, to her dismay, a young squirrels meat was in it. Not wanting the stew, and not wanting to be rude, she pushed the bowl to the strange man. He took it without question, and almost inhaled it he was eating so quickly.
She decided to approach, slowly working her way around the rough stone pillar. She fingered the smooth bamboo of her flute at her belt for comfort. Lady Cealdis protect me. Her black eyes now looked at the strangely clad Cleric. He had said he was of the Goddess of Love. Would our goddesses be friends? She mused. Devon approached the table barefoot, stepping carefully around broken glass and treacherous messes of food. She finally arrived at the table, and looking at the Cleric, noticed a companion of his.
He was an intense looking man, wrapped completely in bandages, and long black hair down to his mid back. The man was gorging himself, wolfing down every morsel of food he could. For a moment, she was jealous of his hair, wishing hers was as long. But her short crop kept it out of her face, and more importantly, out of bushes and trees. She took the bread and cheese and ate cautiously. When she found them to be quite good, and ate somewhat faster. She caught a whiff of the stew, and noticed, to her dismay, a young squirrels meat was in it. Not wanting the stew, and not wanting to be rude, she pushed the bowl to the strange man. He took it without question, and almost inhaled it he was eating so quickly.
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Warren knocked upon his ladies chambers and sat outside the door waiting for her to answer. When she did answer he told her "Milady the throne has been polished and awaits your royal rear." He stood up to leave but decided he would walk with his lady instead. He then smelled the human burnt smell. "Milady do you need another chamber maid?"
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Remember Kid, the words of his caretaker rang clearly in Avis's mind... Don't believe everything someone says. And look out for Bandriel's troops, they're unpredictable these days.
Avis reeled through the few memories he had, images of the rugged farmer that had acted as a caretaker for him for a few months. He didn't know how to thank the man enough for his kindness. Avis had made a note to himself to go back one day to repay him properly.
Golden eyes studied the few houses that he saw at the edge of the small town he was approaching. He was looking for anything that could perhaps unlock something deep within his memory - as it seems that Leo had not heard his plea again last night. His eyes narrowed with concentration as he took in every little detail he could find, though it seemed that this place didn't even have an air of familiarity about it. His caretaker had said that going to the towns nearby to the forest he'd been found in was probably the best place to start, it hadn't got him anywhere so far, but he kept going. He was still at the beginning of his journey.
As Avis got deeper into the town, he couldn't help but feel awkward. Compared to everyone else, he seemed to look rather odd. His snow white hair and golden eyes made him stand out against most others, Avis wasn't sure he liked the attention that he was drawing to himself. Small children with their mothers would stare at him as he passed them, their gaze soley on his eyes; taking in their unnatural hue. It was like they knew that there was something strange about him.
So far, Avis had not met another shapeshifter like himself. Another theory of his was that perhaps if he could find another shapeshifter, he could possibly find an explanaition for his lack of memories.
The noisiness of this town astounded him. Did these people know how much of a racket that they were making? He felt kind of sorry for the animals that lived round here, wondering how their ears managed to cope. Although some of the scents of the food wafting from the houses seemed to answer the question for him. By the smell of things, they were fed rather well.
His own stomach rumbled in reaction to this thought, though he pushed it aside. He'd eaten the remains of his kill from the night before for breakfast. There was no need for him to eat anything, it was just his own greed. He was here to search for any clues of his past, not to stuff his face.
Avis reeled through the few memories he had, images of the rugged farmer that had acted as a caretaker for him for a few months. He didn't know how to thank the man enough for his kindness. Avis had made a note to himself to go back one day to repay him properly.
Golden eyes studied the few houses that he saw at the edge of the small town he was approaching. He was looking for anything that could perhaps unlock something deep within his memory - as it seems that Leo had not heard his plea again last night. His eyes narrowed with concentration as he took in every little detail he could find, though it seemed that this place didn't even have an air of familiarity about it. His caretaker had said that going to the towns nearby to the forest he'd been found in was probably the best place to start, it hadn't got him anywhere so far, but he kept going. He was still at the beginning of his journey.
As Avis got deeper into the town, he couldn't help but feel awkward. Compared to everyone else, he seemed to look rather odd. His snow white hair and golden eyes made him stand out against most others, Avis wasn't sure he liked the attention that he was drawing to himself. Small children with their mothers would stare at him as he passed them, their gaze soley on his eyes; taking in their unnatural hue. It was like they knew that there was something strange about him.
So far, Avis had not met another shapeshifter like himself. Another theory of his was that perhaps if he could find another shapeshifter, he could possibly find an explanaition for his lack of memories.
The noisiness of this town astounded him. Did these people know how much of a racket that they were making? He felt kind of sorry for the animals that lived round here, wondering how their ears managed to cope. Although some of the scents of the food wafting from the houses seemed to answer the question for him. By the smell of things, they were fed rather well.
His own stomach rumbled in reaction to this thought, though he pushed it aside. He'd eaten the remains of his kill from the night before for breakfast. There was no need for him to eat anything, it was just his own greed. He was here to search for any clues of his past, not to stuff his face.
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“Master, this town in better than the one closest to us, is it not?” Lilith said excitedly. She had always enjoyed traveling with the Master. They would often go to different towns and villages to buy many materials that couldn’t get back at the other small village, or just to enjoy some festivals. The town seemed lively, more so than their own. She couldn’t help, but get excited. Her hands were pressed together, as if they were containing it. Once the pair reached the towns opening Lilith had to scan the area. There were people everywhere. They appeared to be living a peaceful and happy life style. That was what Lilith wanted for herself and Master.
“My dear, grab me some fruit. I’m hungry” Master commanded. One wouldn’t have pictured his voice being so soft spoken. Even Lilith didn’t realize how mellow his voice sounded until someone pointed it out. This caused her to chuckle at the time and even to this day it still does. How could this mean old man speak with such a voice? It didn’t match up at all. Lilith slowly looked over at Master to find him glaring at her. She apologized and did as she was told. ‘That’s what happens when you get caught in little day dreams’ she thought as she ran her fingers through her hair. Her boots clicked loudly against the ground as she searched for a simple fruit stand. No matter where she walked, there were people there. She loved the liveliness, but hated it at the same time. She wanted a happy medium. It had to have taken her at least ten minutes to find a fruit stand that wasn’t overly populated. Lilith inched closer to the stand and examined the fruit. ‘They look good enough for Master to eat’ she thought and then ordered.
“May I have four apples please?” her voice carried over to the stand owner. He looked up and nodded towards Lilith.
“That’ll be four pieces of silver missy” the owner said with a little smirk. Lilith couldn’t believe her ears. ‘Four silver pieces? That’s a ripe off! In the other town you could get six apples for two.’ Lilith was a little outraged, but she didn’t know what to do. Master was hungry after all.
“I’ll take two then” she muttered. The owner asked for two silver pieces, and she gave them to him. He said nice doing business with her and turned towards another costumer. Lilith didn’t want to fuss, and she didn’t. She was just going to back to the Master and complain to him.
“Kid, catch” she heard someone cry. Turning again, Lilith was greeted by a flying apple. She caught it with one hand and looked up to find the store owner waving at her. She smiled back and graciously accepted the food.
“My dear, grab me some fruit. I’m hungry” Master commanded. One wouldn’t have pictured his voice being so soft spoken. Even Lilith didn’t realize how mellow his voice sounded until someone pointed it out. This caused her to chuckle at the time and even to this day it still does. How could this mean old man speak with such a voice? It didn’t match up at all. Lilith slowly looked over at Master to find him glaring at her. She apologized and did as she was told. ‘That’s what happens when you get caught in little day dreams’ she thought as she ran her fingers through her hair. Her boots clicked loudly against the ground as she searched for a simple fruit stand. No matter where she walked, there were people there. She loved the liveliness, but hated it at the same time. She wanted a happy medium. It had to have taken her at least ten minutes to find a fruit stand that wasn’t overly populated. Lilith inched closer to the stand and examined the fruit. ‘They look good enough for Master to eat’ she thought and then ordered.
“May I have four apples please?” her voice carried over to the stand owner. He looked up and nodded towards Lilith.
“That’ll be four pieces of silver missy” the owner said with a little smirk. Lilith couldn’t believe her ears. ‘Four silver pieces? That’s a ripe off! In the other town you could get six apples for two.’ Lilith was a little outraged, but she didn’t know what to do. Master was hungry after all.
“I’ll take two then” she muttered. The owner asked for two silver pieces, and she gave them to him. He said nice doing business with her and turned towards another costumer. Lilith didn’t want to fuss, and she didn’t. She was just going to back to the Master and complain to him.
“Kid, catch” she heard someone cry. Turning again, Lilith was greeted by a flying apple. She caught it with one hand and looked up to find the store owner waving at her. She smiled back and graciously accepted the food.
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"There is something about her, Norman," said a muffled voice, and Norman nodded his head. "Aye," he whispered to his companion, there is." He watched the girl push the bowl away, and raised an eyebrow. "Young lady," he began, "If you will not eat of the stew, then perhaps I may tempt you with bread and cheese?" He plucked the bread and cheese from her bowl quickly, and placed them in front of her. Knowing that the cheese had a mild taste to it, and the bread was a bit tough to chew, he decided to not mention it, and instead, watch the young lady's actions.
"MASTER NORMAN!" A shrieking voice came from outside. Turning, and reaching for his mace, which began to glow a brilliant white, Norman braced himself for an attack. Instead of an attack, a small body flew through the air, and latched itself onto his mailed chest. "Oof," he said, staggering back to the table. "Whats this?" He lifted up the small body, and stared at it. Seeing it as a child, and a girl child at that, Norman's eyes widened at her. "Stara?" he whispered, confused. "Yup," the child beamed happily, trying to reach for him with her tiny arms, and he wrapped her in a light embrace. Falling to his knees, he held the child and began to cry softly. "I thought I lost you," he whispered softly. "Its ok, Master Norman," the child's small hand patted his back, "We're all here."
"All?" Norman was confused once more. Stepping outside, he looked about, and saw a small gathering of children. They all rushed him, all screaming, "Master Norman," and jumped atop of him, bringing him down to the ground, and giggling as they hugged him. "How...?" but before he could speak even more, the children vanished like smoke on the wind. His eyes opened and he found himself standing outside the small lean-to, crying. He fell to his hands and knees, and slammed the ground with his fist. "Not again," he whispered, "Not again." A small bird flew by, and landed on his right pauldron, chirping softly. He was about to brush it off, when he was suddenly assaulted with an overwhelming sense of peace and love.
Tears fell freely once more, as he looked about him. "But why?" Norman began, "Why would you show me these apparitions, my Goddess? Why would you give them to me, only to take them from me?" He didn't expect an answer, but received one anyways. The bird on his pauldron whispered lightly into his ear, "Because, my most trusted friend, you must not weep over those who have fallen so long ago. They are here, with me, and they are happy. They're mortal bodies are gone from this world, this is true, but they live on, here, in my home." The bird hopped down onto the ground, and looked back up at him, saying, "They are here, Norman, with me, and within your heart." The small bird spread it's delicate wings and took off, heading north.
"Norman," his mace whispered, "You have an audience."
"MASTER NORMAN!" A shrieking voice came from outside. Turning, and reaching for his mace, which began to glow a brilliant white, Norman braced himself for an attack. Instead of an attack, a small body flew through the air, and latched itself onto his mailed chest. "Oof," he said, staggering back to the table. "Whats this?" He lifted up the small body, and stared at it. Seeing it as a child, and a girl child at that, Norman's eyes widened at her. "Stara?" he whispered, confused. "Yup," the child beamed happily, trying to reach for him with her tiny arms, and he wrapped her in a light embrace. Falling to his knees, he held the child and began to cry softly. "I thought I lost you," he whispered softly. "Its ok, Master Norman," the child's small hand patted his back, "We're all here."
"All?" Norman was confused once more. Stepping outside, he looked about, and saw a small gathering of children. They all rushed him, all screaming, "Master Norman," and jumped atop of him, bringing him down to the ground, and giggling as they hugged him. "How...?" but before he could speak even more, the children vanished like smoke on the wind. His eyes opened and he found himself standing outside the small lean-to, crying. He fell to his hands and knees, and slammed the ground with his fist. "Not again," he whispered, "Not again." A small bird flew by, and landed on his right pauldron, chirping softly. He was about to brush it off, when he was suddenly assaulted with an overwhelming sense of peace and love.
Tears fell freely once more, as he looked about him. "But why?" Norman began, "Why would you show me these apparitions, my Goddess? Why would you give them to me, only to take them from me?" He didn't expect an answer, but received one anyways. The bird on his pauldron whispered lightly into his ear, "Because, my most trusted friend, you must not weep over those who have fallen so long ago. They are here, with me, and they are happy. They're mortal bodies are gone from this world, this is true, but they live on, here, in my home." The bird hopped down onto the ground, and looked back up at him, saying, "They are here, Norman, with me, and within your heart." The small bird spread it's delicate wings and took off, heading north.
"Norman," his mace whispered, "You have an audience."
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Nzuri glanced over at the man whom had apologized to her, at first glance she had to admit he was a terrifying sight to behold. However, she had lived her whole life defined as what she appeared to be rather than what she was, so she chose to hold no judgement of him. Instead she nodded and picked up her fresh fruit. Upon hearing him mention he had no money she turned to offer him some of her own, but unfortunately he had already turned to leave. Looking down at the bag in her hand she and sighed, he wouldn't want any of my food anyways. She then simply thanked the shop keeper and walked away, as she did she heard him say underneath his breath, "I though she'd never leave."
Ignoring the pain she felt in her chest she continued calmly on her way. This time however she managed to avoid getting shoved or pushed around. She stopped again at a vegatable stand and picked out some squash and some carrots. That shopkeeper was her favorite out of all of them, after all he was the only one who treated her in the same way he thought of her: not very well. Returnin the old man's glare with her own beautiful smile she walked away. She only had one more stop to make and that was the bakery; after all she was fresh out of sour-dough rolls.
Though she had tried her best to avoid the crowd it would seem the busy streets had found their way to her. Even if she was only bumped around once or twice she was still extremely frustrated; a single bump could still bruise her groceries. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, she shoved her way to the baker's. The woman, the one who owned the shop stood busily behind her counter. After a moment she looked up and a sincere smile graced her lips, "Nzuri! I am so glad to see you today, out on your errands I see." Before she could respond a sudden shove errupted frm behind her. Turning around she saw the baker's little boy. "NOX, were you off throwing pebbles again?!" the mother responded sternly. During the boy's stuttered response Nzuri bought her rolls and left the woman and boy to their heated discussion. Smiling she started on her way home. Somewhere along the way she noticed a group of stranger's consisting of the man whom had apologized earlier and another man and a young woman.
She couldn't help but be curious, none of them looked like someone that would be welcomed in her town. In all honesty niether did she, however she actually did live here. Stading there with a bag in one hand and two in the other she stared, puzzling over what they would want here. Surely she looked awkward but she didn't really care at all; there was nothing she felt she could do about the matter so she just let it go. After a moment more she finally gave up; some people might have gone in to ask, but Nzuri never had the confidence to meet knew people.
As he turned to leave a man whom she recognized as one of the cruelest people in the town, but whose name she could not recall, slammed himself in her shoulder. She of course twisted to the side and fell on her knees and if that wasn't enough her groceries bounced and rolled around on the ground. Looking up with a smile tainted with a little frustration she started to speak, however the man continued on his way snickering. Looking up into the sky she whispered, "Oh God of Will, please use your almighty power to give me the will to keep from screaming in frustration." Nzuri then proceeded to collect her groceries, I just bought these too.
Ignoring the pain she felt in her chest she continued calmly on her way. This time however she managed to avoid getting shoved or pushed around. She stopped again at a vegatable stand and picked out some squash and some carrots. That shopkeeper was her favorite out of all of them, after all he was the only one who treated her in the same way he thought of her: not very well. Returnin the old man's glare with her own beautiful smile she walked away. She only had one more stop to make and that was the bakery; after all she was fresh out of sour-dough rolls.
Though she had tried her best to avoid the crowd it would seem the busy streets had found their way to her. Even if she was only bumped around once or twice she was still extremely frustrated; a single bump could still bruise her groceries. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, she shoved her way to the baker's. The woman, the one who owned the shop stood busily behind her counter. After a moment she looked up and a sincere smile graced her lips, "Nzuri! I am so glad to see you today, out on your errands I see." Before she could respond a sudden shove errupted frm behind her. Turning around she saw the baker's little boy. "NOX, were you off throwing pebbles again?!" the mother responded sternly. During the boy's stuttered response Nzuri bought her rolls and left the woman and boy to their heated discussion. Smiling she started on her way home. Somewhere along the way she noticed a group of stranger's consisting of the man whom had apologized earlier and another man and a young woman.
She couldn't help but be curious, none of them looked like someone that would be welcomed in her town. In all honesty niether did she, however she actually did live here. Stading there with a bag in one hand and two in the other she stared, puzzling over what they would want here. Surely she looked awkward but she didn't really care at all; there was nothing she felt she could do about the matter so she just let it go. After a moment more she finally gave up; some people might have gone in to ask, but Nzuri never had the confidence to meet knew people.
As he turned to leave a man whom she recognized as one of the cruelest people in the town, but whose name she could not recall, slammed himself in her shoulder. She of course twisted to the side and fell on her knees and if that wasn't enough her groceries bounced and rolled around on the ground. Looking up with a smile tainted with a little frustration she started to speak, however the man continued on his way snickering. Looking up into the sky she whispered, "Oh God of Will, please use your almighty power to give me the will to keep from screaming in frustration." Nzuri then proceeded to collect her groceries, I just bought these too.
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The small town was too small for him, he had travelled too much to appreciate a place that did not offer him taller buildings. As it was he sat on the roof of the two storey wooden inn. The night before he had done some bar work for the landlord and planned to do some more during the day. He'd climbed out of his window to sit on the roof. He hated small towns. He wore a simple deep blue tunic, with a brown belt. His daggers and sword were his room as he was pretty sure that he could cope with out them. He wasn't one of those guys who needed to always have a weapon around. He hardly trusted the world, but he trusted his abilities more that he did the pieces of metal in his room.
When the sun had risen fully above the horizon Guy slipped down the slanted roof, gripping the edge he swung himself into the small room. It was a decent little place really, clean, tidy, quaint. The bar was nice, filled with happy people, there hadn't been a fight. Unlike many other bars he had worked in. He picked a dagger from his side and slid it into the sheath at his belt. He had the room for as long as he worked at the bar, it was worth it, as he got to keep any extra money that he made. Which was always good. Leaving the rest of his stuff in the room he slipped out of the room and locked it. Then, after adjusting his green head band, he headed down the stairs and into the main bar area. He smiled brightly at Han, the land lord, as he slipped behind the bar.
"What do you need from me?"
Han handed him a damp cloth and sent him off to collect breakfast plates and wipe down tables. Sighing, Guy hopped over the bar and got to work.
When the sun had risen fully above the horizon Guy slipped down the slanted roof, gripping the edge he swung himself into the small room. It was a decent little place really, clean, tidy, quaint. The bar was nice, filled with happy people, there hadn't been a fight. Unlike many other bars he had worked in. He picked a dagger from his side and slid it into the sheath at his belt. He had the room for as long as he worked at the bar, it was worth it, as he got to keep any extra money that he made. Which was always good. Leaving the rest of his stuff in the room he slipped out of the room and locked it. Then, after adjusting his green head band, he headed down the stairs and into the main bar area. He smiled brightly at Han, the land lord, as he slipped behind the bar.
"What do you need from me?"
Han handed him a damp cloth and sent him off to collect breakfast plates and wipe down tables. Sighing, Guy hopped over the bar and got to work.
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Avis wasn't sure if he liked this place. It was small, yet there were so many people in it. He wondered if he had become to accustomed to the farm and the open space around it. Perhaps this wasn't going to be as much of a good idea as he thought. He often found himself sidestepping round people and edging through small gaps between crowds of people infront of market stalls. It was beginning to grow tiresome. How was he supposed to explore the town when there were so many people in the way?
He paused in his tracks for a moment, spotting a young woman being shoved over. His jaw dropped slightly as he saw this, shocked by the action. Nobody seemed to take notice of it at all. He glanced at the people around him, wondering why nobody was doing anything to help her as she gathered together the items she dropped. Well if nobody else was going to, then he guessed it was his duty to help.
He weaved through the crowd, making his way over to the long haired girl. He noticed a few disapproving glances as he got closer to the girl, unsure why he would be getting such looks when he was going to help someone.
"Hey," He spoke softly as he approached, crouching down infront of the girl that was gathering her items, gingerly picking up a few straying bits for her. "That looked rather uncalled for..." He said, offering her what he'd picked up as he commented on the man's actions.
Avis hoped his help would be appreciated by this girl, as it seemed that some of the people here could be rather unpredictable.
He paused in his tracks for a moment, spotting a young woman being shoved over. His jaw dropped slightly as he saw this, shocked by the action. Nobody seemed to take notice of it at all. He glanced at the people around him, wondering why nobody was doing anything to help her as she gathered together the items she dropped. Well if nobody else was going to, then he guessed it was his duty to help.
He weaved through the crowd, making his way over to the long haired girl. He noticed a few disapproving glances as he got closer to the girl, unsure why he would be getting such looks when he was going to help someone.
"Hey," He spoke softly as he approached, crouching down infront of the girl that was gathering her items, gingerly picking up a few straying bits for her. "That looked rather uncalled for..." He said, offering her what he'd picked up as he commented on the man's actions.
Avis hoped his help would be appreciated by this girl, as it seemed that some of the people here could be rather unpredictable.
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Shock shook Nzuri's body when she heard the sound of a man; turning her eyes widened, was someone actually helping here or was this another trick of some town's folk. However, she didn't believe she had ever seen him before. Ah, that explains it. He doesn't know enough about me to want to allow me to do this on my own, she thought. For a moment she simply looked down and said a silent prayer to the God of Will that he would never find out. The last thing she wanted was someone else on the list of people who hated her.
She looked back up at the man a smiled, "I'm fine, this is something I have become rather use to." Glancing up at the man she saw he had some of her fruits in his hands, "Thank you," she said quietly. Shyly she took them out of his hands and put them back into he bags. Only a moment later she had gather the rest. "I'm sorry for taking up your time, you can keep one for compensation if you want...though you will have to wash it off first." This was completely awkward; she didn't know how to react to kindness, especially when she knew they would run away the moment they foud out what she could do.
Still though she wiped off a carrot and held it out for him, "If you don't like carrots I have some sour-dough rolls too."
She looked back up at the man a smiled, "I'm fine, this is something I have become rather use to." Glancing up at the man she saw he had some of her fruits in his hands, "Thank you," she said quietly. Shyly she took them out of his hands and put them back into he bags. Only a moment later she had gather the rest. "I'm sorry for taking up your time, you can keep one for compensation if you want...though you will have to wash it off first." This was completely awkward; she didn't know how to react to kindness, especially when she knew they would run away the moment they foud out what she could do.
Still though she wiped off a carrot and held it out for him, "If you don't like carrots I have some sour-dough rolls too."
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By the look on the girl's face, it seemed that she hadn't expected to have someone help her. It somewhat saddened him to see that kind of expression. This town didn't seem to be as nice on the inside as it had looked. His idea was only confirmed by the girl's timid words, a small frown settling on his pale face. He wasn't all too sure how to react to that kind of situation. He couldn't help but smile a little as she thanked him, glad that she was happy to have been helped, shaking his head a little as she offered him a carrot.
"You keep it," He told her, golden eyes shining a little as he spoke. "I've never been much of a fan of vegetables."
Technically that wasn't true. He could've been a fan of vegetables, but whenever the Farmer had offered them to him, he turned them down. Avis had found that he was more of a meat fan, wondering if it had something to do with his shapeshifting capabilities. Some sort of feral side or something.
He then brought himself to his feet again, offering her a hand back up.
"So this happens to you often?" He couldn't help but ask, his small frown returning as he ran his free hand through his snow white hair, pushing strands from his beast-like eyes. "That doesn't sound nice."
"You keep it," He told her, golden eyes shining a little as he spoke. "I've never been much of a fan of vegetables."
Technically that wasn't true. He could've been a fan of vegetables, but whenever the Farmer had offered them to him, he turned them down. Avis had found that he was more of a meat fan, wondering if it had something to do with his shapeshifting capabilities. Some sort of feral side or something.
He then brought himself to his feet again, offering her a hand back up.
"So this happens to you often?" He couldn't help but ask, his small frown returning as he ran his free hand through his snow white hair, pushing strands from his beast-like eyes. "That doesn't sound nice."
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Devon watched the Cleric slowly break down, intrigued as his disposition. He had been standing gazing at the sky as if in a trance for several minutes. Suddenly he had awoken with a start, and slammed his fist into the ground. Now he was moaning quietly.
"But why?" Norman whispered to himself, "Why would you show me these apparitions, my Goddess? Why would you give them to me, only to take them from me?"
As if in answer, a jet black crow alighted of his shoulder. its feathers were glossy in the sunlight, and it gave off an immense spiritual power. Devon's eyes grew wide as she realized its significance and sensed its immovable power. it whispered quietly, then took off, crowing as if in victory.
Watch over this man, girl, It crowed at her, He will need your help more than mine soon enough!
Norman spun around suddenly. Devon started at this, but did not loose ground on him. she continued to stare at him, wide-eyed, mustering up the courage to speak to the menacing expression on his face. "You are truly loved if you are visited so casually by a Goddess. I did not trust you, but if the Gods do, I suppose I must as well. I never did tell you my name. I am Devon Mayn, daughter to the great tigress of the jungle, Mel'ona Mayn. It is a pleasure to meet one so blessed, and i thank you for your hospitality."
"But why?" Norman whispered to himself, "Why would you show me these apparitions, my Goddess? Why would you give them to me, only to take them from me?"
As if in answer, a jet black crow alighted of his shoulder. its feathers were glossy in the sunlight, and it gave off an immense spiritual power. Devon's eyes grew wide as she realized its significance and sensed its immovable power. it whispered quietly, then took off, crowing as if in victory.
Watch over this man, girl, It crowed at her, He will need your help more than mine soon enough!
Norman spun around suddenly. Devon started at this, but did not loose ground on him. she continued to stare at him, wide-eyed, mustering up the courage to speak to the menacing expression on his face. "You are truly loved if you are visited so casually by a Goddess. I did not trust you, but if the Gods do, I suppose I must as well. I never did tell you my name. I am Devon Mayn, daughter to the great tigress of the jungle, Mel'ona Mayn. It is a pleasure to meet one so blessed, and i thank you for your hospitality."
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Akklanza Seeth
A minion of Bandrial. He is loyal, and will fight until the last drop of blood is drawn from his body.
Alisia Ravenclaw
Bandrial's Apprentice
Devon Mayn
One of the chosen eight. Devon is the animal whisperer of the group.
Norman Aegis
LET THERE BE LIGHT! No, seriously, light the darn torch
Guy James
The Necromancer.
Lilith Mobec
'Goddess of the Hunt, protect my comrades and I'
Nzuri Vito
One of the chosen eight and a worshipper of the god of will
Bandrial
The dark, sadistic, ruler of Aurora, Bandrial will do anything to keep her thrown and her life.
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Alisia Ravenclaw
Bandrial's Apprentice
Norman Aegis
LET THERE BE LIGHT! No, seriously, light the darn torch
Guy James
The Necromancer.
Lilith Mobec
'Goddess of the Hunt, protect my comrades and I'
Bandrial
The dark, sadistic, ruler of Aurora, Bandrial will do anything to keep her thrown and her life.
Akklanza Seeth
A minion of Bandrial. He is loyal, and will fight until the last drop of blood is drawn from his body.
Nzuri Vito
One of the chosen eight and a worshipper of the god of will
Devon Mayn
One of the chosen eight. Devon is the animal whisperer of the group.
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Akklanza Seeth
A minion of Bandrial. He is loyal, and will fight until the last drop of blood is drawn from his body.
Norman Aegis
LET THERE BE LIGHT! No, seriously, light the darn torch
Devon Mayn
One of the chosen eight. Devon is the animal whisperer of the group.
Lilith Mobec
'Goddess of the Hunt, protect my comrades and I'
Guy James
The Necromancer.
Alisia Ravenclaw
Bandrial's Apprentice
Nzuri Vito
One of the chosen eight and a worshipper of the god of will
Bandrial
The dark, sadistic, ruler of Aurora, Bandrial will do anything to keep her thrown and her life.
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Bandrial's home. The crime scene where Zaxon was murdered.
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Re: [OOC] The Prophecy
You didn't miss much. Hasn't been active for a while. I've been waiting for AA to post myself.
Oh, in case you guys didn't notice, we're one Swordsman short now.
Oh, in case you guys didn't notice, we're one Swordsman short now.
Re: [OOC] The Prophecy
Did I miss a lot? Can someone fill me in please? I'm going to try and post tonight.
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I ending up having to wait anyway.
Overslept this morning.
Thank you for your ideas, I am sorting through them and creating a post currently.
I'm Giving some time for the groups to meet up and then i shall post the character who's side quest is coming up.
For now. Continue on.
A post of some sort will happen in the morning.
Thanks for your patience.
Sincerely
_AA_
Overslept this morning.
Thank you for your ideas, I am sorting through them and creating a post currently.
I'm Giving some time for the groups to meet up and then i shall post the character who's side quest is coming up.
For now. Continue on.
A post of some sort will happen in the morning.
Thanks for your patience.
Sincerely
_AA_
Re: [OOC] The Prophecy
I've actually been fairly busy this weekend - too busy to think up of an idea for that. If you would mind holding off on the trial part until later today so that I could PM you my idea, I would greatly appreciate that.
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Okay, since no one has really given me ideas.
(aside from Vulgar)
I will post in the morning and just go with it, if you have any complaints feel free to pm me.
Please keep in mind, that the arrival to the comet should happen a bit later, all the "trials" so to say, should happen prior to anyone getting to the comet.
I will post in the morning.
Thanks,
_AA_
(aside from Vulgar)
I will post in the morning and just go with it, if you have any complaints feel free to pm me.
Please keep in mind, that the arrival to the comet should happen a bit later, all the "trials" so to say, should happen prior to anyone getting to the comet.
I will post in the morning.
Thanks,
_AA_
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No one has sent me ideas yet, and i cant really post till then.
Please, send me some ideas for your characters major side quest.
I cant decide who goes first, what sequence yadda yadda yadda until i have everyone planned out..
Please and thank you
_AA_
Please, send me some ideas for your characters major side quest.
I cant decide who goes first, what sequence yadda yadda yadda until i have everyone planned out..
Please and thank you
_AA_
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1. I have been keeping up with what has happening since the beginning so I have got you covered.
also I apologize for my long absence I am afraid I will have to extend this again. The quarter ends for my school in less than a week so I am desperatly trying to catch up after having missed a week just last week. soooo I apologize. You would not believe that I have been working since I got home all week and am doing it again tonight. Again, I apologize.
also I apologize for my long absence I am afraid I will have to extend this again. The quarter ends for my school in less than a week so I am desperatly trying to catch up after having missed a week just last week. soooo I apologize. You would not believe that I have been working since I got home all week and am doing it again tonight. Again, I apologize.
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Ive decided that before you reach the comet each of the characters will have a Side Quest so to say.
Or a trial, that surrounds their character.
I have a few ideas but i need some more.
If you have something significant you want for your character, please pm me. I'm trying to get all this in motion so the first one can start tonight..
Sincerely
_AA_
Or a trial, that surrounds their character.
I have a few ideas but i need some more.
If you have something significant you want for your character, please pm me. I'm trying to get all this in motion so the first one can start tonight..
Sincerely
_AA_
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Okay guys, Sorry for my absence yesterday, my internet was down.
Got some errands to run today so i might not be on much...
What I can promise you however, is that tonight at some point the first plot thing will happen.
What I request is someone keep up with where everyone is and what is happening so I can catch up when I get back. (You know since we can't go back pages.)
Please and thank you.
See you tonight.
Sincerely,
_AA_
Got some errands to run today so i might not be on much...
What I can promise you however, is that tonight at some point the first plot thing will happen.
What I request is someone keep up with where everyone is and what is happening so I can catch up when I get back. (You know since we can't go back pages.)
Please and thank you.
See you tonight.
Sincerely,
_AA_
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Mmk. Just have her crying her eyes out at an inn or something.
I mean that in the nicest possible way. >.>
I mean that in the nicest possible way. >.>
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@Zetta
I can have Devon mourn until Peter arrives, and then we can have them travel together, because it seems Alex and Norman have already left the town. Sound good?
I can have Devon mourn until Peter arrives, and then we can have them travel together, because it seems Alex and Norman have already left the town. Sound good?
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I'm going to give it a while to settle and then Bandrial's plots to stop you will commence.
Keep in mind, i have a plot for each of your characters.
I will pm you with details. I want your input so we can both decide a cool side quest like thing for them.
Good luck travelers..
May the gods watch over you.
Keep in mind, i have a plot for each of your characters.
I will pm you with details. I want your input so we can both decide a cool side quest like thing for them.
Good luck travelers..
May the gods watch over you.
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In-character. The end of Peter's post is dawn of the day following the comet. I intend on him arriving at that town sometime later that day.
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that sounds fine to me Zetta, i think Alex has kinda ditched our group for the moment... define IC?
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I'm thinking of having Peter arrive at the same town as Norman, Devon, and Alex sometime during the next IC day, probably around midday or in the evening. What do you guys think?