Friction (A Fantasy War, Literate RP) [NO LONGER ACCEPTING]

Uhh... yay?

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*sees the death glare* <.<	27.4%	[ 23 ]
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[RikoSeryuji]

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Dawn Skyler
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"I've made peace with my past
so I can look towards my future..."

A loud yawn escaped from Dawn, although she didn't seem to be attempting to hide it. She was leaning against a wall, twirling her hair around one of her fingers. It wasn't that she was impatient, she had spent months in meditation before in the monastery. It was a different problem, an issue she had with authority figures. She hated being made to wait just because a message had to be passed through a hundred servants before it got to its destination. Finally one of the guards came and told them to wait in a reception hall.

"Great, more waiting...'Important' people sure like making people wait..."

As Dawn and Roanoke made it to the embassy hall and took a seat, Dawn couldn't help looking around and shaking her head. There were fine ornaments all around, and the tables, seats, and even the wine they were served all seemed so fine and expensive...She was sure there were plenty of poor villages in Arpa that could have benefited more from the funds spent on these decorations, but it seemed that it was much more important that the wealthy be able to show off their status. Dawn leaned back in her seat, her arms crossed still.

"I already don't like it here. I hope you're planning on doing all the talking here, Roanoke, because I am not in a very diplomatic mood. My fath-...Lord Nimbus shouldn't have sent me here with you..."

Roanoke seemed much more like a noble and a diplomat. He was waiting patiently, and seemed much more comfortable than Dawn was. He turned to Dawn as she continuously displayed her discomfort, a smile creeping across his face. It was like he found her amusing; he definitely had not been around many people who were like her.

"Yes, I expect to do all the talking, you wouldn't know what Lord Nimbus would want to say. But there is a specific reason he wanted you to be here. He wants Arpa to see what you can do. You'll understand in due time, but for now try to act with a little more respect. We wouldn't want to upset our hostess..."

[Synrax]

"The flows of magic whisk by like winds..."

The fast clacking of Malefice's boots could be heard from outside the closed door of the Embassy Hall, and as she approached it she extended her hands, ready to push it's tall doors open. With that, Malefice pushed the heavy doors to the chamber open hard, and they quickly swung to the sides, making a loud crashing noise against the stone walls as the tall woman entered the chamber. She made her way to the closest rightmost seat adjacent to Queen Guinivere, and pulled it out for herself.
"Apologies for the lateness, my Queen. Incopotence of the servants held me up from my Spire." she said, respectfully as she sat. Her cloak seemed to linger in the air a bit before falling to the side of Malefice as she looked over the two envoys that sat across from her and on the left adjacent seat to the Queen.
Malefice was untrusting by nature, and these two were no exceptions. The male dressed of noble garbs in the colors of Petra, while the female did no such thing. This annoyed Malefice, and as she noticed this fact the feeling surfaced on her face. Quickly realizing this, she rested her elbows on the table and locked her hands in front of her face so that only her eyes were visible. She waited for the Queen to officially begin the audience, but Malefice had already been breaking down the two envoys in her head.

"Winds that I can bend at will. Winds that I can command. Winds that will help me become a God."

[Toxias]

~~~~~~~~~《~G~ȗ~ɨ~ɴ~ѐ~ѵ~ɘ~ɍ~ȇ~ 》~~~~~~~~~
Queen of the Night

A single grain of rice…

Guinevere glanced at the Malefice's imposing figure, and could understand why most of the servants tended to stumble in their duties around her. However Guinevere simply gave a shallow nod and said, “You need not apologize.”

Then Guinevere turned to the embassy now sitting around the table. While Guinevere had been waiting for them to arrive, a servant had informed her of their names. As Guinevere signaled a servant to offer the embassy wine, she acknowledged them with a small smile, “Greetings to you, Lord Roanoke, Lady Dawn. May I inquire what brings you to Woodland?”

Of course, Guinevere didn’t ask for permission for much, but such niceties needed to be recognized. Without even having to look at Maleficent, Guinevere knew her trusted adviser was already summing up the visiting dignitary. Guinevere did the same. Maleficent would naturally learn more than Guinevere would, but there was no reason Guinevere couldn’t at least try.

Dawn seemed rather like Isabelle, ready to listen to a certain degree, but no more. Roanoke looked like the proper diplomat, although these would only be surface impression. There would be more to garner about the two before Guinevere could form a solid opinion about them. Meanwhile, noticing the pair was damp, Guinevere signaled another servant to kindle another fire in one of the numerous fireplaces in the room as she awaited a reply, her dark black eyes revealing nothing but an upper layer of cool friendliness.

…can tip the scales.

[RikoSeryuji]

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Dawn Skyler
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"I've made peace with my past
so I can look towards my future..."

"Please don't call me 'Lady', Just Dawn will suffice, if you do not mind."

While Dawn tried to sound as polite as possible while she spoke, it was obvious that the use of a title peeved her. It was clear that she was no aristocrat, but she didn't seem to be a commoner either. However, almost as if responding to the politeness that she was being shown, she sat up straight, seeming to pay full attention to Guinevere and Malefice. She turned to Roanoke and nodded, a signal that she was ready for him to begin whatever he was going to do.

"Queen Guinevere, it is an honor to be in your presence. Lord Nimbus is sorry that he could not come in person. He is currently devising a strategy for the battle to come. He has planned out what would happen if this battle played out normally. If we all fight as part of the Alliance, we very wall could win, but the nations closest to the mountain wall, namely Arpa and Petra, would be utterly decimated in the process. Lord Nimbus believes that the wisest decision would be for both of our nations to work together to find a way to reduce the damage we sustain. Not to sound to cynical, but a victory over the Shatir wouldn't be all that good for us if we aren't alive to witness it."

Dawn knew that it was typical of her father to look out for his own kind first before worrying about others. Everybody was looking for a way to destroy the Shatir together, and her he was making secret deals to preserve his own lands. Though, she couldn't doubt what was said, to fight a battle where your entire people could be lost was foolish, even if it was a loss for the greater good. Maybe it was only her own bias that made everything her father did seem so shady.

"Lord Nimbus proposes that our nations form a small scout team that will head into the Salib desert in order to gather more information on our enemy. Once we have this information, we may be able to devise a plan that works more favorably for our nations. Lord Nimbus has already decided who he will send, one more loyal to the fight itself than to him. That would be Ms. Dawn over here."

"Wait, What!?"

Dawn shot up as soon as she heard. She gave Roanoke a hard stare, seeming quite upset with him. She had said it when she first saw him, she wouldn't become her father's tool. And now he was risking her life as if it was his right. But Roanoke gave her a glance, one that told her that he wouldn't let anything happen to her. Sighing, she sat back down.

"As I said, this woman is no servant of Lord Nimbus or even the king of Petra, she is in this fight solely to defeat the Shatir. That is why Lord Nimbus believes that if we are to pool our forces, she would make an excellent leader of our forces. This reconnaissance mission will be a perfect chance for us to prove her abilities to you."

((Lol, my NPC seems to talk more than my actual character...))

[x_kitsune Thief_x]

'By the grace of the father and purity of my heart...

Avalon calmed slightly, he looked away from Palestra for a moment, his ears lowered slightly. "I just want to get to get healed and move on.... but you aren't going to let me just past through, now are you lady Palestra" he spoke after a long pause. "What do you need me for that is so important.... I'm no leader.... or are you worried about me crossing over to the darkness thats inside me" he said as he locked eyes with Palestra. He wasn't challenging her, merely looking to see if she speaks the truth by studying the subtle details of her face.

After the attack of his family, Avalon met an old allied town. A soldier looked at Avalon and grew agitated, quickly attacking him and getting only a slice at Avalon's shoulder. Avalon grabbed his shoulder out of reaction and then raised his bloodied hand to the soldier, a dark blade lunged from the vulpines hand and killed the soldier. Avalon quickly left, trying to find a way to remove the cursed mark from his arms.

... I seek solace for my broken soul'

[Kyorina]

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{{Agh... Long story as to why I had trouble getting on. Dx> I'm thinking of making another character, though: an evil one, sorta... Toxi, you gots any evil characters--or just characters in general--in need of company?}}

Aero jumped in surprise as he heard a thud from down stairs, followed by a very familiar string of noises: they had found him. And so quickly, too! This had to be a new record or something. His first instinct was to jump out the window and swing onto the roof, making his escape from there, but something made him pause. What about Al? Something made the read-head doubt that he was well versed in the art of roof-top escapades... Tch: so troublesome. Ah well, there was nothing for it.

Thinking fast; Aero grabbed his sword and his bag, dropping the pendant in with the rest of his belongings and turned to Al. As the footsteps approached the door, the flame-haired criminal shoved the Fledgren on the bed and unsheathed his sword. There we go: perfect. Looked just like any wanted criminal and his victim, so now all that was left was to make his escape out the window right as the guards entered. Simple. Easy. Probably. If Al didn't make the mistake of thinking that Aero was actually trying to kill him...

[Erethia]

"Sei Alör forte... Iman-opresta el arti ra Iliria adon..."

[[I presume the second paragraph was a flashback, x_kitsune Thief_x?]]

Palestra saw in her own mind, the flurry of visions that crossed Avalons' mind. Though they were vague and some even completely indistinguishable, the memories that were descernable in that flash of color were dark and terrible. Of Avalon killing a soldier ruthlessly, of the terrible tattoos burning in his flesh...

She watched him, her face as earnest as it ever had been. It was true, she was quite able in the art of masking emotions, but now, she let her emotions wash over him*, mingling, whispering their good intentions. She meant no harm to him; it was beneficiary. "Do you believe me, Avalon son of Altavo?" she asked him, gazing intently at him with wise, concerned eyes. He was definitely looking her over, still wary, but perhaps he was warming up to her, as the saying goes...

[[*She used her aura then to transfer emotions, just letting you know...]]

"All I seek is the unision of all beings, to conquer our foes, and live in an age of peace!"

[Erethia]

My allegiance to my comrades and to my homeland,

Alimbil literally saw the gears turn in Aeros' mind as he formulated a plan to get them out quickly. Well, not literally, but... Alimbil hopped up, trying to find some sort of weapon. He could hold them off, at least for a few seconds. That just might be enough for them to escape-

And then Aero shoved him.

He gasped and lost his balance, completely caught unawares. He landed on the bed, bounced slightly, and let out a short breath. And then inhaled even more sharply.

Aero had a sword pointed at his face.

Oh dear... perhaps the rush of adrenaline because of hidden panic had gotten to him. Wait... there was something different from last time. Something about the eyes... before they seemed almost empty except for an insane malice. Now, they just looked... normal.

Alimbil finally got it. Aero was playacting; he didn't want Alimbil to be taken as a suspect for 'Partners in Crime'. No... he couldn't let him; it wasn't fair to him- he could vouch for him, do something-

"Aero, no-!"

Are foremost in my mind...

[x_kitsune Thief_x]

'By the grace of the father and purity of my heart...

Avalon felt the Sharvan's emotions, it was confusing to him how it felt. He shook it off, he looked to Palestra for a moment. "I need to breath or something... anything to clear my head" he muttered as he staggered past Palestra. He didn't have a clue to which way was going to lead outside but he didn't care at this point. Each of the pale halls looked the same as the last, his tail moved quickly to act as a counter-weight for his uneasy movements. His breathing was quick and shallow, his ears drooped completely down to lay flat on his head.

He had flashes of images from being a young kit, running through these same halls with his mother on his heels, giggling and yipping. His mother was so beautiful and graceful, a woman of faith and wisdom. Her name was Serca.

(not really a flash back, more of a thought process)

... I seek solace for my broken soul'

[Kyorina]

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Al's words were cut off as the soldiers burst through the door; catching sight of the boy knocked down onto the bed, and the sword the red-head had pointed at his face. One of the that was wearing armor slightly different than the others--likely the officer in charge--pointed his sword at Aero with an authoritative air and said "Let the boy go and come quietly; we don't want trouble." The red-head couldn't help rolling his eyes: didn't want trouble... Yeah right. Then what was with the sword?

"Well; I guess this is where I make my escape~!" he sung, and in the short moment the guards registered his words before attacking he was on his way towards the window. All was going great: he was out the window and in the middle of swinging onto the roof when he felt a hand grab his ankle, and with a yell his grip on the roof's gutter failed. He was now hanging from a second-story window by the grip of one of the city's guards--not exactly the best position for a wanted criminal like himself to be in. He'd waited to long to make his escape... Ah well; nothing for it now.

{{You can control the soldiers, too. >o>}}

[JasonAves]

Jason stood at the edge of Paria, staring at the vast world beneath him. He spoke aloud to himself, "It almost seems calm.... As if it weren't fighting to survive...."He paused to reflect for a moment. During his thought, a soldier approached him. His pensive expression was instantly replaced with military bearing. The soldier delivered an update on the affairs of the Fledgren military. He then dismissed the courier, gave a final hesitant glance to the horizon, and returned to patrolling the city as he had been before his scenic stop.

It was grunt work, but it helped clear is his mind and remind him why he fought. For the innocent children that played a Fledgren game in the court to his right, for the merchant selling his goods to his left, and for the protection of all sentient life....

[Erethia]

My allegiance to my comrades and to my homeland,

[[Great intro, Jason!
Oh, and I shall, Kyo! Oh, and what if I make them... non-soldiers? xd ]]

Alimbil shook his head, not willing to take it all in. The soldiers came into the room, and for a moment it seemed as if Aero would make his escape.

But that moment was short-lived.

One of the men had pounced onto his ankle as he had tried to flee by the window. Alimbil heard the red-head cry out as he hit the outside wall, and heard him moan softly as the soldier dragged him back into his room. Two guards had stationed themselves at the door, and now one at the window. Their leader stalked over to Aero as another pulled his hands behind his back. His sword, unfortunately, had careened out of the window in his attempted flight.

Up until now, Alimbil had not really been noticed. But as the leader grabbed Aeros' chin roughly, forcing him to look into his eyes, Alimbil couldn't stand it-

"Stop, please stop!" he cried, looking at the leader, "He helped me, he wasn't trying to murder me!"

The leaders' eyebrow arched, portraying his obvious disbelief. A gruff voice of one of his minions sprang up from behind him, "And how is pointing a sword at you helpful?"

Alimbil shook his head, "Please, you have to trust me. It was because he didn't-"

"Shuddup!" A deep voice from behind him uttered. The butt of a spear landed on his already wounded but non-bandaged ribs. Alimbil cried out and doubled over on the bed, clutching his wounded ribs. They were burning again, that throbbing agony. He winced and gritted his teeth as he sat there, arched forward in pain.

"Stop, Argo," said the leader of the group in a throaty voice. He had a tooth missing from his spreading grin, and a hunched back, so that even though he probably had once been a enormous figure, he now only lifted Aeros' chin but a few inches to reach his.

He was no longer staring at the flame-haired criminal that he and his mercenary group had captured, but at the boy now shuddering in pain. That was no ordinary boy...

He seemed to be thinking, his wits slowly forming a plan. "A Fledgren... definitely could be sold into the underground slave trade... a pretty penny too, no doubt... and, with his little fiery criminal here, he'd be rich, rich enough to buy his own place... Oh yes, he would take the little criminal to the Sharvan authorities, but... he would keep the other for his own funds."

"Argo," he ordered, grabbing Aero to stare deep into his eyes as he said his next words, "Grab the boy."

The reasonably large man whom had hit Alimbil earlier looked slightly confused; after all, he probably wasn't that bright. But the look on his leaders' face, and he obliged, grabbing Alimbil under each of his arms and roughly forcing them behind him.

Alimbil had regained some strength, and used it to the best of his ability. He kicked and thrashed, squirming about in hopes to get free of his captor. But it only made his already inflamed wrist worsen, and he promptly stopped as they tied bonds around both him and Aero.

The leader, who still stared into Aeros' eyes said, "The last name you'll know, is mine: Rat Parson, leader of this here Mercenary brigade." And with that, he spat in his eye, and shoved his face down. He turned, walked to the door, and gestured his minions and his newfound captives, to follow...


[[I hope that's okay Kyo!! I thought it would be kinda a good idea, what to have mercenaries instead of soldiers. But he can still have armor of course. >.< ]]

Are foremost in my mind...

[Erethia]

"Sei Alör forte... Iman-opresta el arti ra Iliria adon..."

Palestras' gaze followed Avalon as he trudged out of the infirmary. She watched him disappear behind a corner, and sighed. Perhaps he was in too much pain to help their cause.

She turned, her robes flying about her, and began striding in the opposite direction. She needed to get back to the conference hall. As she left the infirmary, a roll of parchment lifted itself from desk, along with a quill and ink and wrote this message for Avalon:

Avalon-

If you choose to stay, please find me in the Conference Hall. If you do not, you are free to leave at any time. Please take into note, however, that we need to stand united to defeat the Shatir. Even one being not contributing could mean the end as we know it.

But do remember that we shall not force you to do anything.

Sincerely,

Palestra

"All I seek is the unision of all beings, to conquer our foes, and live in an age of peace!"

[Frostii Floop]

{{ok... lemme read these 6 pages of posts and then i'll TRY to post...

i have an essay... WHY MY TEACHERS. WHY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!????????????}}

[Therealpayne]

((Right! First post;literate;Damion;Battlemage;No Allegiance; POSTING TIME!!!))
Damion sat in a deserted corridor in the East wing of an underground building, he had been stuck there quite awhile. "Why must this take so long, no need to wait, I could just blow the door and be done with it", he whispered to imself considering his dillema. He stood, drew his silver longsword from the sheath at his side, and pointed the open palm of his free hand at the wooden door in front of him. "Hope nothing to horrible lies behind the door," he said as he shot a ball of translucent light at the door, which promptly burst into peices and hundreds of spirits poured out but instead of attacking they simply ignored him. Afterwards he saw why, they were not killed of starvation, their bodies were strewn all across the room and obviously they were killed recently. He would be late for his appointment to meet with the man who had hired him to get what he came here for. He dashed halfway across the room and stopped short as a giant landed in front of him, glaring. "Not good, definitely going to be a long fight," he thought aloud.