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 Posted: Thu Sep 09, 2010 12:47 pm
There are times when our hearts cannot tell which paths they are to take.
There are times when the greatest of Evil rules our goodwill;
- And there is a time that is now, when twelve will rise from the ashes...
Our land is Morta,
And this is our time. -- HISTORY.Lord Dragons.
In the beginning there was fire. The world over, simple fire. From the rock rose the dragons; immense, hard scaled creatures with armoured bellies and bladed tails. They were covered in spikes and horns and had fierce, fierce teeth of stone. They were the Gods of Morta.
But all flame must one day die. One by one the fire mountains became fewer and fewer between, and from the ashes rose a second dragon; furred rather than scaled, they were smaller, swifter, and many more than their Lord Cousins. Softbellies they are now called.
The Softbellies created water. In the beds of ash their blood became ice as they died and were reborn. In the heat of the lingering volcanoes the ice melted and gave life to the parched earth. Over time, the lakes grew, fed by the blood and corpses of the softbellies. The water was sweet, nourishing, and gave a new meaning to life.
Despite the constant coming and going of their smaller descendants, the Lord Dragons did not age as easily. They lived for centuries until they were killed or became a part of the mountains they had been born from. There were wars between the Lords and the Softbellies, over trivial matters. The Lords were wise, they had been in the land since the sun had first dawned, and they remembered the freezing blackness that came before.
The gigantic carcasses of the Lord Dragons formed the land, the islands, as each piled on top of the other. The Softbellies continued to feed the water until it swamped most of Morta.
The Lord Dragons all turned back to stone, to earth, to feed the life that was to come. The softbellies dwindled slightly, but upon the coming of green to the lands, they found new life.
Demons, Men and Salt Water.
In the water, the mixed nutrients from both ash and dragons gave life to another form. Organisms began to thrive. They grew and multiplyed, until some creatures almost as big as the Lord Dragons ruled the floor of the sweet-watered sea. The Softbellies took to fishing for their food, becoming even more incorporated with the water.
Soon, one of these water-based creatures emerged onto the now completely green earth. More followed. They evolved and coexisted with the softbellies, worshipping them as both gods and friends. The first primitive culture, the Flaesh, had emerged from the blood of the dragons.
The small civilization split. There were a half who prefered the shadows, who's skin the sun hurt, and they made their way down into the heart of the earth. It is said that they found the last of all Lord Dragons right in the heart of the earth, breathing fire onto a huge gem. As this dragon died the underground Flaesh took over and became the H'rael Demons, keeping the heart of the world burning.
The half of the Flaesh who stayed among the trees and the sun also changed. They grew tall and elegant, with eyes so sharp they could see a baby Softbelly fall from the sky from a thousand kilometres away. They became a perfect part of the flowering forests and plains, living in perfect harmony. They became the Elves.
For centuries there was peace in the sweet watered world, but then came Man.
From the sky they came in fire and iron, and tried to conquer a world that they did not understand. The Elves wept at how they were driven to war, and their tears turned the sea to salt.
War and Wraiths.
After what seemed like endless years of constant fighting and death, a small clan of Men came down from the northern highlands and spoke of peace. They had adopted the lifestyle of the elves and had grown fair; but Man woud not listen to them. One by one they were wiped out by the war.
But the last of all, he fell in love with the princess of the elves. There were children born from the two races, some through love and others through lust; these gentle creatures took the name of Ermin and vanished among the trees and mountains. They would take no part in the battle.
Years and years passed, the fighting grew worse, and the northern man grew old with his long-lived elven lover. Finally, the H'rael Demons emerged from their caves with a gift for mankind. Forged in the fires in the belly of the land, infused with the blood of all three of the races, was a ring with the form of a dragon. Man took this ring and used it's power to summon a beast long dead, something old that had been alone on the planet long before the dragons existence... Something unspeakable.
Man could not control this new weapon. It wiped them and their destruction from the very face of the planet, but the thing did not stop. It swept across Morta. The elves cast a shield of protection around all of their kind, over the Ermin, the softbellies and the trees. Only the blood that had created this horror could dispell it; only one known man was left. So the northerner sacrificed his life to save them. The creature evaporated leaving behind frail remnants. These remnants were named Wraiths.
Thus the great war and the coming of Man ended.
Departure and Gods.
The elves could not bear to live in a land that had seen so much blood shed over it. What was left of their race rode upon the backs of the softbellies and flew away across the sea. Only their princess remained, dwelling in the heart of the ancient forest like a ghost. Her life became known as the legend of the Lady.
Ermin kind flourished, and once more the H'rael demons vanished into the heart of the world. Those Ermin that had hidden in the mountains changed over the years until they became known as dwarves and specialized in working metal. The softbelly dragons that remained formed a strong alliance with the dwarves.
Among the Ermin, though, there are rumours of Demon blood - of God's blood...-- THE PROPHECY. It is said that when the land is in great peril, twelve will rise from the ashes of their old lives and face the new horrors of Morta. Twelve will seek out the Lady when all else is lost. Twelve will creat a new pathway to the light.
These twelve will all have something in common, however... They will all be half H'rael demon. They will all be half God.-- YOUR ROLE. You may be one of the Twelve, or you may simply be a bystander; that choice is up to you. The Twelve, however, must all have lost something dear; grown up as an orphan, witnessed the death of a lover, their family... They have lost everything and are now rising from the ruins.
Our story begins in the market town of Oldar. This is where most of the twelve will meet. The how and why is up to you. They must meet in this town, upon the day of the market; be it at dawn, noon, or dusk. Midnight's the magic hour. ;D
The Twelve will travel throughout Morta as they discover just what the war in the west is about and, eventually, seek out the Lady. I would love if this could be long term, so any ideas are awesome. (:
As always, this will be a medieval setting full of strange things. There may be a little spacecraft wreckage but the war was thousands of years ago so its highly unlikely that anything is still useable.
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Posted: Thu Sep 09, 2010 3:08 pm
PROFILE SKELETON. Send this to me in a PM titled Orange Wafers, and then wait for me to get back to you before posting. Make sure that the race you pick is actually on the list below, and state somewhere that your character is one of the Twelve if that is their case. Remember: nobody knows they are on of the Twelve until after the roleplay begins. (:
You may have up to three characters, but no more than two of them can be of the Twelve. Make sure to differentiate between them so that people know who's who when you post.[size=18][color=color1]FirstName[/color][color=color2]MiddleName[/color][color=color3]LastName[/color][/size]
[align=right][color=color1]People Call Me [b]· [/b][/color] Name, nicknames.
[color=color2]Been Around For [b]· [/b][/color] Age.
[color=color1]I Think I Am A [b]· [/b][/color] Gender.
[color=color2]With The Blood Of [b]· [/b][/color] Race.
[color=color1]My Face Is Like This [b]· [/b][/color] URL of an image, and/or good written description.
[color=color2]Life So Far [b]· [/b][/color] Brief biography of your character. Include special abilities/powers.
[color=color1]I Fall For [b]· [/b][/color] Sexual orientation.
[color=color2]But My Eyes Are Set On [b]· [/b][/color] Crush/partner.
[color=color1]The Drums Sing Out [b]· [/b][/color] Theme song.
[color=color2]Pulling The Strings [b]· [/b][/color] Username.[/align] CURRENT SPECIES OF MORTA. Elves.
Elves have a very slender build, stand around seven feet, and are now only found on the island to the northwest of the mainland and the heart of the Ancient Forest. They vary between running stark naked and animal-like among the trees, living among the beasts, to dressing elegantly and surrounding themselves with beauty and music. They are a dying race and very rarely seen. The Elves are all but immortal, but only the Lady has lived since the war. She will be an NPC.
Ermin.
Ermin are the most common of all the sentinent species. Born from a union between Man and Elf, their skin is always marked with lines not unlike these. These markings are normally silvery, but in the case of being half H'rael Demon the lines are more of a bronzed tone. Their most common skin tone is like that of a white human, but those from the desert or the south of the country can have an almost coal black shade. They are fairly long lived, life expectancy being up to 200 years.
Dwarves.
Much like the Ermin, but have developed a dislike of sunlight. Tend not to venture outside of their tunnels during daylight hours and have very pale complexions. Generally a foot shorter than the Ermin, but other than that follow the same build. They have begun to develop stubby tails. Also bear silver-toned markings, but their is no difference in them if they carry demon blood. The most distinctive feature of a hybrid dwarf is their eyes; the colour will be slightly darker than usual, and tinted with Gray. They live for slightly longer than the Ermin, but not by much. At the age of 20 each dwarf is given the gift of a new born dragon as a lifelong protector, friend, and companion. There have been a rare few recorded cases of this alliance being formed earlier or not at all.
Fae.
They were born from leftover magic after the War of Man, and measure up to twelve inches in height. They are selfish little creatures, winged like a butterfly or a dragonfly, and have poison in their teeth. It's not strong enough to cause any real damage to anything bigger than themselves, but its enough to catch their food. Tend to keep to themselves among the trees, mountains, and desert sands, and do not consort with the other races. From time to time a warrior will rise from their ranks with unexplicable strength, but not often. They live for about 20 years altogether, and are born from eggs incubated in bird's nests.
H'rael Demons.
As it is, there is only one left; an old male named Androlyn who keeps the firs of the earth burning until the new blood finds him. H'rael Demons are even longer lived than the elves, and have much more muscled builds. Their ears are longer and sharper. Androlyn will be an NPC.
Wraiths.
Wraiths are what is left of the beast that Man called up. Gray, smoke-like beings that travel in swarms. They will take over any concious being that they come across (apart from the Fae), and the host's body slowly decomposes until the wraith is forced to leave. Occasionally one will appear that seems to have some kind of concious mind and will hesitate before choosing a host, but it is a very rare ocurrence. Once taken by a wraith there is no cure, and neither is there any way to kill them. These cannot be hybrid as they do not reproduce.
White Demons.
White Demons are creatures found in the forest, always stark white in color. They have evolved fantastically due to the magic emenating from the Lady and her guards in the Heart of the trees. These creatures, along with a select few wild elves, are the reason no one has ever left the heart of the forest unscathed. They do not normally venture too far away from the Heart, but in recent times have been sighted on the fringes of the immense forest itself. They are not humanoid, and are normally bizarre mixes of a few different animals, but some can master the power of speech. Those very few that are hybrid with the H'rael Demons can speak and are marked out by the gray undercoat to their fur.
Softbelly Dragons.
Softbelly dragons are the oldest of all living creatures currently in Morta. Large enough for a dwarf to ride upon, yet small enough to befriend the Fae. A few of them have the ability to morph into the physical form of an ermin or a dwarf, but it drains their energy immensely. They draw power and life from the moonlight. Softbellies are normally feathered, but a few desert species have lost the feathers completely. They have four legs and one set of wings, something like this. There are rumours of a dragons of Light and a dragon of Darkness (both of whom will be NPCs), but there are no recorded sightind outside of the dragon lore. H'rael demon hybrids will have much more powerful shoulders, and usually a longer tail. They have a life expectancy of 200 years and give birth to live young. As their name implies, they are not armoured, but the dwarves have fashioned metal plates for them to wear during battle.
Hydrans.
Hydrans are basically merepeople. Humanoid, they have skin coated with tiny scales and can breath underwater. Although amphibious, they much prefer rivers or the sea to dry land. Fresh water branches are graying shades of blue, whereas sea water branches are shades of gray-green, and even sometimes purple. They live for 80 years and lay eggs. H'rael Demon hybrids can be singled out by incredibly vivid coloring and almost elflike facial structure.
~Hybrids.
The Twelve will all be hybrids between H'rael demons and one of the other races above. Remember to follow the guidlelines listed for distinctive physical traits, but other than that feel free to do what you wish with them. H'rael hybrids have a tendency to have stronger elemental control than other races, and specialize in one or two distinct abilities; for example, a H'rael/dwarf hybrid could have control primarily over the element gold, and secondarily over wind. The gold elemental powers would be much stronger than those of wind.NPCs.· The elven Lady.
· Androlyn.
· Softbelly dragons of Light and Darkness.
· Bartenders, etc.All significant NPCs will have a profile posted in the profile thread and any player may take some kind of control over them during an encounter... Unless it's a brief meeting with somebody's brother, in which case whoever the brother belongs to will obviously control them.
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Posted: Tue Sep 14, 2010 5:54 am
THE MAP. 
Everyone knows the story; the Man who came from the ravaged north and became the Lady's lover. Nowadays the Northlands are wild, cold places, revelling in a fearsome and deadly beauty. The further north you go, the wilder it becomes, and most people stick to the very foothills of the highlands. There are a few small villages and nomad-like clans of Fae and Ermin, also maybe a wild elf or two, who brave the vicious weather. In a second it can change from a lovely day for a picnic to a raging blizzard. Only those with an iron core have any hope of surviving here.
Mountains of Albegor.
Here dwell the dwarves. There is a fruitful grassland to the northeast of this region, and the rest is spined with huge mountains. To an outsider these mountains are perilous to cross and almost certainly hostile, but to those that have found a place among the ancient rock it is a very calming and peaceful place. The mountains are where the Mula were originally discovered. They look a little like this Bandersnatch, but drool less and are herbivores.
Gosplaia.
Gosplaia is an unforgiving desertland roamed only by the incredibly stupid and brave. Small bands of thieving nomads have found some way to survive here, and they worship a mythical rain god named Amaray. The safest way to cross the desert of Gosplaia is by following the Green River.
Pinnacle.
This lone mountain is a symbol; it was said that at it's peak the ghastly creature that man had summoned was slain and the northern man lost his life. Only a few secluded bands of Fae and hordes of Wraiths dwell there, and anyone who has ventured to the mountain has never returned. It is a sign of power and death and ill omen, the Pinnacle and its scarce inhabitants feared and respected by all.
Graenern Forest.
The huge, ancient forest that covers most of Morta is a mysterious place. The magic emanating from its heart has altered the way the creatures develop and grow, making them stronger and stranger. Very few people can travel through its trees without going completely mad. The forest is full of mischievous Fae, White Demons and dangerously wild elves. To those who know its ways it can be a safe haven from all kinds of harm, but to folk who live among the farmlands or the coastal towns of Morta it is a living hell.
Western Kingdom.
The largest kingdom in all of Morta, it is the capital trade center and refuge of the known world. At the moment there is war in the West, gifted Ermin and dwarves from all over the country being summoned to fight beneath it's banner. It is thought that the war was caused by the old king when he chopped down a large portion of the Graenern forest for timber and to extend his lands, but since his death the Fae, Demons, Wraiths, and even the Hydrans, have not given up their relentless ransacking and attacking the lands of the west. They want revenge over what has been done to their home, to their lives, and will not rest until the walls of the Port fall.
The Heart.
It is said that the Heart of Graenern Forest is where the Lady dwells. Nobody has ever succeeded in breaching her leafy fortress; nobody has ever been stupid enough to try. The scarce elves in this part of the forest are more ruthless, heartless, wild, much, much older than any others, and ready to taste blood. They ride Mula here, altered by the leaking magic of the Lady so that they are larger, fiercer, and like the Demons, completely white in color. These elves and their fearsome mounts are more silent and deadly than anything in the world. They trust no one, and will do whatever it takes to protect their Lady.
Isle of Eastrah.
This island is the last have of the Elves. They live in buildings built beautifully from stone and trees, their grace and there traditions complete. Here is where any civilised elf will have come from. They teach the ways of the land and the trees to the Hydrans, and the Hydrans teach them the ways of the sea. The island is a wild and beautiful place, kept peaceful by the wisdom of the dying Elves and their Hydran friends. The people show warm hospitality to those who bring peace of their own into the small land.
Green River.
The green river is a constant band of plantlife that winds its way across Morta. It is thought that an underground river passes through the Heart, and the power of the Lady gifted it with enhanced life-giving and healing properties. As long as the river flows the green road on the soil of Morta will always flourish and represent the life that is so abundant in the lands.
Steel Ruins.
This is where Man made its stand, all those thousands of years ago. Carcasses of tangled, ripped metal litter a huge part of the land to the east of the Mountains of Albegor. The land is barren and flame-scorched. Not even the Green River passes here. It is said that the fires upon the vast lakes of petrol have not once stopped burning since man fell. It is nothing but a graveyard.OTHER PLACES.You can create a town or small kingdom if you like, simply PM me the details of said place at the end of your character profile!
Oldar.
To the southeast, is a little fishing town called Oldar. This is where our journey begins. The meadows behind Oldar are used for the monthly market, and during that time the town is alive and busy with people of all races sharing their stories and selling their wares.
Rithkin.
On the border of the northlands, in the shadow of the Mountains of Albegor and at the edge of the grasslands, lies the kingdom of Rithkin. The kingdom is currently a little chaotic as their King and Queen have been murdered and the young princess Suru is in hiding.
Westlayne.
The enormous castle walls of Westlayne are the heart of the war-plagued Western Kingdom. This is the city where the rulers of the kingdom live, and is also where many refugees are flocking to. The port is magnificent, but at the moment the Hydrans do not take kindly to those who cross their waters. It is the capital of ocean travel, and the largest city in all of Morta.
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Posted: Wed Sep 15, 2010 1:20 pm
 all I need is you so
lead me
guide me
hold me
hide me
love with all that you are
with all that you doThe Fae spat venom at passers-by, great gouts in the metal of her cage from where she had clawed at it. Her tiny ankles were hobbled together by a length of silver chain, and then this chain was securely tied to the exterior of the cage. She was a girl, her almond shaped eyes narrowed and shining with green fury. Among all that anger, something else always glinted. It was the vivid shade of madness. It was the shape of all she had lost and all she had fought for.
Her hair was a vivid red in colour, tangled with small leaves and bones and tumbling down her bare, narrow shoulders. Her tattered wings were coloured with all the shades of the autumn leaves, banded with black and vivid against her perfect, pale skin. She was wearing very little clothes-wise; a loincloth type scrap tied around her waist, and another scrap tied behind her neck to form a ragged halterneck top. Her ears were long and pointed, adding to the exotic beauty of the poison-spitting fairy.
The pedlar - an old fat man with a cheerful grin - whistled as he trundled through the outskirts of Oldar with his little cart. It was overloaded with silks and silvers, precious shiny trinkets that were worth less that they looked. Despite how thin she was, with her ribs showing and her stomach lean, the Fae would not show weakness in the presence of her captor. He stopped outside a small, smoky looking tavern and called a boy over to watch his cart. Once the pedlar had paid him and disappeared to drink himself into oblivion, however, the boy ran off with a handful of his wares.
She slumped against the bars of her cage hopelessly. Give her and army and she could take care of herself; but one old fat man and his chains and she was stuck. Silver. It was almost like kryptonite to her. Most likely the bloke hadn't known this, using silver for mere decoration...
He would be away for a while. She knew his routine. Drink, drink, drink, then stagger to a stable somewhere, forget to feed her, and fall into a drunken unconsciousness.
She had until he reappeared to escape. It was harder than it sounded. She was eleven inches tall and weighed hardly anything, and the silver was sapping at her strength... As always in the past three years, there was very little hope.hear me
take me
mourn me
hold me
break me
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Posted: Wed Sep 15, 2010 1:41 pm
Suru and Raen walked the streets of Oldar slowly, Raen keeping an eye out on the crowds Suru scanning the stalls, occasionally pocketing a small item from an unattended or barely watched stall. This far south, the princess had little to fear from those searching for her, and now she ran under no guise, her true face shown to everyone. The hint of a smile was almost their right below her tough exterior, but not quite present.
Her oddly silver hair flowed down her back in gentle waves, her clothes indicative of the Northern area and obviously of good quality. Raen's as well. Since they had been on the run, they had no time to stop and get a change of clothes, which is why they were here now. Far enough away to hopefully lose themselves in the crowds or just not be followed this far South.
Coming to an unattended stall and stopped, glancing over the second-rate baubles it had on display. At least, that is what the Princess saw. Raen remained at her side as she looked closely at the cage that was sitting on the corner. It held a fiery-headed Fae, obviously not in the best of moods.
Raen murmured quietly. "Careful, miss."
She waved away his words carelessly. "You see there, Raen?" She pointed at the small silver chain that was connected to the Fae's ankle. "Makes her weak, sapping her strength. She's in no condition to do harm to anyone." She focused on the small being. "How long have you been like this, little one?"
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Posted: Thu Sep 16, 2010 7:47 am
all I need is you so
lead me
guide me
hold me
hide me
love with all that you are
with all that you doFoxen ceased baring her teeth when she heard the tone of the girl's voice. It was neither chiding nor hostile, and she wondered whether to answer or not. A brief look of indecision crossed her small features, but then she replied.
"Three years... Why does it matter?" the fae said, her voice holding a shade of resentment. This was the first time somebody had spoken to her rather than at her in a long time. Her green eyes studied both of them carefully, mistrustingly.hear me
take me
mourn me
hold me
break me
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Posted: Thu Sep 16, 2010 1:59 pm
Suru bent down to look at the winged girl, her golden eyes meeting the small green ones. In her northern home she had not often come across those of Fae descent. In fact, she had rarely had contact outside of her family, other then those like Raen who worked for them. Her parent's, and the man who had betrayed them, dealt with the outside world, Suru had still been eye-deep in her studies a month ago. Upon her twentieth birthday she would have finished with her study of the history of their land and would have been allowed interaction with the people she would soon rule, and would have had her voice heard.
Raen stood behind her, his long golden hair hanging straight, reaching his lower back. His narrow blue eyes examined the small girl in front of him. Her tattered wings were quite beautiful, and her long, pointed ears, bespoke of the elves that Princess Suru had told him long left the world. She did not look the most even-tempered girl though, even less so then Miss Suru.
Suru stood back up and glanced around for the owner of the stall. "Would you like out of there?"
Raen spoke up quietly in objection. "Princess! I must object. If she is in there don't you think it's for a reason?"
Suru turned from the girl and faced Raen, looking up and meeting his eyes. "You know your place, Raen. And it is not to order me around." Her voice was deadly quiet, a hint of threat.
Raen took half a step closer, putting a hand on her shoulder. "Yes, I know my place. It is keeping you safe." He shifted his gaze, looking down. "If she is dangerous, I want no harm to come to you."
Suru sighed, "Raen, my parent's are dead and my country is in chaos. And I can do nothing about it. I will be careful, I will be careful until my country is restored."
Raen sighed and stepped back again. 'Your parents are dead, it's true. And you have yet to show any emotion towards that. This isn't healthy.' He'd had this thought many times, but never once, not even now, had he the courage to say it aloud.
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Posted: Fri Sep 17, 2010 7:25 am
all I need is you so
lead me
guide me
hold me
hide me
love with all that you are
with all that you doThose eyes widened in a sort of surprise when a glint freedom was offered to her. Although, among the Fae, being freed from a prison by somebody wasn't exactly true freedom... Her code of honour would have her stay by the girl's side until her debt was somehow repayed.
Foxen listened carefully to the exchange as she debated upon what to answer. So the girl was a princess who had lost it all? The fiery haired Fae had lived through that story before, albeit a few rungs further down the social ladder.
She fluttered her tattered wings, decided not to trust the male, and answered Suru.
"My name is Squire Foxen McLanely," she introduced herself, eyes cast downwards and head slightly bowed in greeting. She looked almost serene, but then Foxen looked up. Her eyes were burning with the aspect of freedom and, as always, the never ending flames of insanity.
"I'm surprised you even had to ask if I wanted out," Foxen said with a hint of humour. "If you could free me, I will do all that I can to help you restore the country that you and your... associate were so recently speaking of."
She chose her words carefully, eyes flicking only once to Raen. Perhaps she didn't look like much in a cage with silver sapping her strength and no equipment to speak of, but she was capable of many things.hear me
take me
mourn me
hold me
break me
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Posted: Sun Sep 19, 2010 10:10 am
t h o s e e y e s t a k e m e b a c k i n t i m e[ She could be you ] XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXAND I WOULD NEVER KNOW Alaiir Endryn The elf, slightly over six foot tall, tried his best not to stand out among the ermin people of Oldar. There were dwarves and a few fae, as well as a couple of hydrans, attending the busy market of Oldar; but he was the only elf. It did not surprise him. His people were ancient and dying.
From beneath a black silk hood, black eyes scanned the crowd. Most avoided him, but he was well aware of the pickpocket that had been tailing him for some time now. Beneath his anveloping cloak there was very little of value: a bow, an almost empty quiver, a slender silver sword and an assortment of exquisitely forged elven daggers. There was also a white pouch embroidered with the golden mark of the elven race, an oak tree with ten leafless branches. This pouch held more sentimental value than anything else he owned and was the only memento of his dead love.
Alaiir's eyes darkened as his mind drifted into bittersweet memories of her; that gentle smile, honey coloured eyes, and long-fingered hands that sang over the strings of a lute unlike any other... And then the look that had been frozen on her face when they fished her out of the unforgiving northern sea.
He felt a hand reach in under his cloak, and swiftly caught and held the wrist it belonged to.
"You should ask before you pry," Alaiir said quietly to the pickpocket. He was a skinny ermin boy of about fourteen years who had a bite taken out of his ear. "Where I come from they cut thieves hands off."
Scared eyes stared at him as he shifted his cloak so that the light glinted off of his blades, and then he let go of the child and moved on. He did not wish to draw blood from an innocent.
Alaiir decided to head for the local tavern. It was one of those small town places where nobody asked any questions - ideal for someone like him. Having been there before on various occasions the elf was on automatic pilot, but when he turned the corner into the far end of the street he froze. Between the many stalls was a pedlar's cart, and next to it was...
His raptor vision sighted honey coloured eyes curtained by light hair that sent a stabbing pain through his very being.
But it couldn't be her. The girl was not an elf, and neither was her companion; that much was clear to him, but he could not stop himself from staring for a few moments longer.
Alaiir finally bowed his head, twitched his silk hood a little further down over his eyes, and continued towards the tavern. He felt as though all of his senses were on fire, notifying him to anything and everything, and he had to force himself to keep his steps even as he brushed past the pair into the tavern. It wasn't her. He knew that, but seeing her had opened up those wounds that had not quite yet healed over.
The elf ordered a cidar, scattered a few bronze coins on the counter, and took a seat in a shadowy corner where he would not be disturbed.
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Posted: Sun Sep 19, 2010 11:16 am
Raen didn't like the look in the small one's eyes. This one was not to be trusted, in fact, it would probably be for the best if they left her in the cage. But if the Princess wanted to release her, then he could do nothing to stop her. She was still the Princess, and he was still only her guardian. Raen looked around the market, the shuffling crowd hid most of what could be considered a threat, but he caught one hooded figure staring at the Princess for a moment and moved closer to her.
Suru did not take notice of her surroundings, when the fae looked up at her with a promise to help retake her country, she believed it. The fire in the little one's eyes spoke of a power beyond belief. A look that she was certain held no lie. "Well Miss McLanely, I believe I can get you out of there. Provided you hold fast to your promise." Without waiting for assurance that the girl would, Suru's lithe fingers worked quickly on the lock. It was a simple thing and easily snapped open. She broke the chain and held a hand for the small girl.
Raen watched helplessly, hoping that Suru knew what she was doing. When the man passed by (a little too close for Raen's comfort) and entered a tavern, nothing of the man's movement was missed by Raen's gaze. The man was tall, even taller then Raen, though not by much, and moved a little to lithely for an ermin. His eyes narrowed as he watched him.
((OMG it sucks so bad. ))
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Posted: Sun Sep 19, 2010 12:17 pm
all I need is you so
lead me
guide me
hold me
hide me
love with all that you are
with all that you do"Call me Foxen, and don't worry; I never break a promise," the fae said with a sharp-toothed smile. She gave a happy sigh as the chain and lock were broken, and then paused for a second. Rather than taking or stepping onto the offered hand, Foxen scurried swiftly up the princesses arm and settled herself cross-legged upon the girl's shoulder. It was wonderful to be able to move freely again.
"I thank'ee," she thanked Suru, tipping an invisible hat. "...Is there any way we could swipe a little grub? That old b*****d fair starved me."
Yes... Food sounded good to her, then a few scraps from a blacksmith and a tailor's waste pile, and she would be ready for anything.
Foxen turned around and blinked her bright green eyes at Raen, just watching him. There was almost an element of "I'm the new favourite" in her gaze, but then she faced forward once more and rubbed her ankles where the chain had cut into her. The tiny shackles were still there, but they could be dealt with later.
((It was not sucky!! xD I thought it was pretty good.))hear me
take me
mourn me
hold me
break me
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Posted: Wed Sep 22, 2010 8:24 am
Suru smiled gently. "It is good to know that you will keep your promise." She started when the fae climbed onto her shoulder and sat. Raen started to move towards the girl, hand outstretched towards her tattered wings. He stopped at a look from Suru and sighed. A part of him wanted to trust the princess, but the majority of him wanted to take and strangle the tiny girl.
"Suru-"
"Call me Saya here, and you will be my elder brother, Reasui."
"Yes sis."
"...Is there any way we could swipe a little grub? That old b*****d fair starved me."
"Yes, there is that tavern just there. I could use a bite as well as something to drink."
Raen, now Reasui, started to object but a second glare from Suru, now Saya, stopped him before he'd uttered a single word. He followed her into the tavern, staying protectively close to her. Right upon entry, his eyes went to where the elf sat in the corner. He still didn't trust the way the man had looked at Suru.
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Posted: Wed Sep 22, 2010 11:52 am
all I need is you so
lead me
guide me
hold me
hide me
love with all that you are
with all that you doFoxen grinned, her sharp little eyes automatically scanning for threats. It was a habit she had developed early on in her short life. She felt Raen's, or Reasui's, slight change of anima and followed his gaze to the elf in the corner.
"If you leave him be, there's no danger," she said quietly to him, leaning backwards off of Suru's shoulder. She had seen the elf around in past market days. A mercenary, she thought, but the marketplace rumours were always chillingly dark.
She only told him this because if people around her were tense then it made her edgy; or at least, that was her way of putting it.
"There's no need to pay for anything," the fairy girl said cheerily, turning to face forward. "Unless you decide to get something as well, that is. A few crumbs from some drunk soul's forgotten meal is enough for me."
Her eyes picked out the pedlar who had captured her, already too drunk to keep his eyes open, and she decided to "accidentally" give him a sting on the ankle at some point or another...hear me
take me
mourn me
hold me
break me
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Posted: Wed Sep 22, 2010 12:02 pm
t h o s e e y e s t a k e m e b a c k i n t i m e[ She could be you ] XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXAND I WOULD NEVER KNOW Alaiir Endryn Alaiir did not look up from his cidar as they entered, but he felt as though the hairs on the nape of his neck had stood on end. Was the ghost of his past deliberately trying to haunt him?
Discreetly watching how she moved, he could tell it was not her. He knew it was not, but he coudn't shake off the feeling...
But with her companion's suspicious eyes on him, he did not think it would be a good move to abruptly leave.
So he sat and suffered in silence as he waited for them to leave.
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