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 Posted: Mon Apr 14, 2014 10:42 am
I N T R O D U C T I O N x S O L O
Siblings Home Xilarn rubbed his temples in annoyance, suppressing a sigh so as not to draw attention to himself. He should be happy that his elder brother and sister returned home safely from the battle with the rest of Tendaji. And he was, honestly. They just complained so much. They'd chosen to join the battle on their own, so neither had any right to gripe about it, in his opinion. And of course as he was peacefully trying to eat his dinner, they regaled him with tales of how their large beasts had squished Alkidike innards and splattered them all across the ground.
Completely unnecessary.
His mother and father goaded them on, even at the dinner table. Xilarn could only hope the excitement of the most recent battle would wear down soon enough, and he's once again be able to eat without the thought of organs accompanying it.
But for now... "It's not like they even have the right to fight us." Xilarn's older sister, Ahdaia insisted. She spoke with a perpetual air of superiority that grated even on her younger brother. Never mind that she was primarily a healer and did very little actual fighting.
"They'll get what's coming to them." Cether, Xil's older brother responded ominously. "You think they'd give up quickly. They aren't as organized, they don't have as many warriors, and they all hate each other, to boot. Drawing out the inevitable will only make it worse for them in the end. They must be stupid if they can't see that." Cether shrugged and shoveled a bite of dinner into his mouth. Xilarn tried not to wince in disgust as bits of half-chewed food flying everywhere. the older male was apparently too excite to chew with his mouth closed.
"Oh, please..." Xilarn uttered, the word slipping from his lips without much thought. He poked a bit of food around on his plate, realizing a bit too late that everything had gone strangely silent.
He looked up to see four pairs of eyes staring him down, and his father rumbled, "Do you have something to add to the conversation, Xil?" After too long of a hesitation, he added dismissively, "No? Then don't talk down to your brother. He's been working hard, and-"
It took Xil a moment to regain himself. Young and inexperienced he may be, but he'd be damned if he at least couldn't have his say in those when he'd listened to Ceth and Daia gripe and complain and bemoan their ails for the past month. "I think he's wrong." Xilarn snapped, cutting his father off. The abruptness silenced the old man, but didn't stop him from shooting his son a stern and annoyed look. "I don't think they're stupid. And I don't think winning a war is enough to make them bow to our King. They're little more than barbarians, so getting them to do anything is probably more trouble than its worth, anyway..." He grumbled. No, he hadn't seen the other races in action for himself. But if they really banded together when they disliked each other, anyway... They really must not want to be part of the Oba nation.
"So we should just let them be?" Diai scoffed incredulously. "The gods would be angry that we didn't take the opportunity they so graciously gave us. We shouldn't scorn them like that."
"No, that's not what I'm saying." Xilarn insisted, albeit a bit hesitantly. "I just think we should try and learn a little more about them, their history, their weaknesses... before we try and bring them into a society. They hardly deserve to be ruled by our king. It's not like they know anything about him."
"Too much work." Ceth scoffed. "We don't have time to teach a bunch of barbarians proper respect."
"Just time to let them kill Obans..." Xil retorted. He sighed and picked up his half-empty dish, deposited it in the kitchen to be washed, then wandered outside. With the sun setting it already felt a bit cooler, though no less humid. he sighed and looked out to the sky turning a bright shade of orange. It would be a pain to teach other Tendajians about their customs. But when the Obans won the war, they'd have to learn proper manners, anyway. getting a jump start couldn't really hurt anyone, and it may even save a few Oban lives.... But Ahdaia would laugh and tell him he was just one person. He couldn't really make a difference.
But if he got close enough, and managed to learn some of the Resistance's plans, that would be reward enough, wouldn't it?
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Xialrn set off two days later. His sister scoffed at him and told him he was being ridiculus, that he wouldn't last twenty-four hours by himself, but Xil didn't care. He needed to prove a point. Just fighting the rest of Tendaji would be useless. He packed a backpack with food, a few changes of clothes, and some spritz that would make him smell better after all the walking that was in store. That should be enough! With that, he was off to see the sights and learn about this continent's other inhabitants, brutish as they may be.x
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Results: Xil heads out to learn about Tendaji.
Word Count: 866
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Posted: Mon Apr 14, 2014 10:44 am
P R P x R E F L E C T I O NAcross the Border Watching Hijil depart to find someone important to her almost seems like the end of the first leg of my own journey, in a way.
I mean, I don't know what I expected to happen when I left home. Clearly, I wasn't prepared for the forest, despite living so near it recently. I didn't expect it to be so muggy or to have so many creatures out to kill me, and I didn't expect not to run into any natives. I think about how I left my home, and I kind of feel like an idiot. learn about the savages in the midst of a war when they'll be most eager to kill me? Yeah, that was smart.
But somehow, Hijil found me. She found me, kept me safe, fed me, taught me to hunt. She obviously didn't want anyone else to find me, even her own people, which leads me to believe there are barbarians who would kill me as soon as look at me. I'm not out of the woods yet, but I'm in a better place than when I started, thanks to her.
I'm... not looking forward to being alone again, but it's not fair of me to keep her from her life. All I can do is be grateful and move ahead with the new things I've learned.Results: Met Hijil and learned to survive in the woods.
PRP Posts: 12
JR Word Count: 222
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Posted: Mon Apr 14, 2014 10:44 am
C L A S S x A F F I N I T Y x S O L O
Stupid Stick in a Stupid Forest Doomed.
He was doomed, doomed, doomed.
Hijil ended up running from the makeshift sanctuary in a hurry, meaning Xilarn was left alone with his thoughts and actions once more. It wasn't so bad... There was shelter from the wild beasts, a food store to keep him from starving for probably a couple weeks if he rationed well enough, blankets to keep him warm, and if his clothes got wet from the muggy atmosphere, he could always start a tiny fire in the bowl to dry them (naturally Xilarn was still wary of this, despite how Hijil had shown him how to use it). So, he had the necessities, at any rate.
He just had no reason for being here, other than safety. He'd come to Juahar in hopes of learning about the natives. Maybe if he was diligent enough, he'd even be able to convince a tribe or two that they'd be better off forgoing their warlike tendencies and simply surrendering to the stronger power. He still wanted to do that, just... After the time he'd spent here, Xilarn realized how grossly under-prepared he was for the wilderness. He could've gone with the Oban battalion, but that offered little by way of freedom, especially since his brother and sister would be there again, as well...
No, he had to do it on his own, somehow. And that meant gathering the nerve to leave the relative safety of this shelter and continue on. He rummaged about in the supplies that had been left behind for him until he came up with a few short knives (they could've been throwing knives or flaying knives, Xil hardly knew the difference) and a lone spear. It all seemed to be in reasonable condition, and if it was just going to be left here, he may as well try and use it.
Even if he had virtually no idea how. He'd been shown a few hunting tricks, but... it was probably still a good idea to stick as close to the shelter as Xilarn could manage while he grew accustomed to living in the wilds. As long as he didn't lose his sanity or become a barbarian, he should be okay.
With a nervous swallow, Xilarn picked up the spear and pocketed two of the knives, before slowly making his way from the hut and descending through the thick tree branches until he was as close to the ground as he could be without actually touching it.
Right off the bat, he knew the first thing he would have to overcome would be the darkness of the forest floor. He'd considered ascending through the trees to practice, but he wasn't the most graceful, so he'd probably fall, and even if he didn't, he'd probably be such a poor spear-thrower that he'd end up chasing it all the way to the forest floor, anyway. It was best to start low and work his way up. The only problem was... seeing. Xilarn crept toward the trunk of the nearest tree and wedged himself discretely in the nook created by the trunk and branch. He just had to wait. He just had to be quiet, patient and wait.
The task required absolutely no physical exertion. It was grueling.
Xilarn stared through the darkness until his eyes hurt. He tried to remain perfectly still, while simultaneously being able to see any shift in movement that occurred anywhere in his vicinity. It was hard to ignore rustling leaves and twitching limbs, but the young Oban desperately persevered. The quicker he became comfortable and capable in this new environment, the quicker he could continue his studies.
Finally, something small and brightly colored hopped from the brush. It was the strange coloration that gave it away before anything else. It didn't look particularly large or harmful, but Xil wasn't willing to pass up his first chance at spearing something that could move. He braced a steadying hand against the thick trunk as he slowly rose to his feet. If the small, leaping, globe of a creature noticed him, it didn't care. Xil took in a deep breath, hefted his spear and lined up his throw just right, in such a way that he thought would pierce that squishy-looking body for sure.
When he was ready, he let it fly. The weapon soared through the air and down to the clearing below, where it thunked into the ground with a dull sound. The little creature foamed at the mouth and its body swelled up as the spear landed within a foot of it. After another few seconds, it hopped away.
Xilarn cursed under his breath and slunk from his limb, down to the ground so that he could retrieve the larger weapon. He considered trying to get a little closer, and maybe using one of the knives, but being near any if these foreign creatures was a hazard he wasn't willing to take. He snorted as he pulled the spear from the ground and hefted it over his shoulder as he prepared to climb back into his perch.
Before he even so much as lifted himself onto the branch, something pale and bug-like glided overhead. It stopped on a branch, then took off again. It was above him, but still looked like it was within firing range. But it was moving away quickly. he was already on the ground, so there was no harm in just... Xil's gaze followed after the gliding insect. Without anywhere near as much thought as he put into his first toss, he pulled his arm back and chucked the spear at the creature. Something crackled. The bug creaked.
And Xilarn stared at it. Above him, the poor creature's torso was pinned to the bark. It struggled and writhed for nearly a minute before succumbing to death and falling limp. Somehow, he'd actually hit it. he had no idea how. He'd barely even tried. He must just be a natural with these baser forms of weaponry. The Oban puffed up his chest and climbed up into the tree to inspect his work. Perhaps he'd just been lucky. Either way.
If he was going to live among these savages and study their habits, he may as well have a barbaric weapon like them too.x
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Results: Xil attempts to take up the spear.
Word Count: 1044
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Posted: Mon Apr 14, 2014 10:45 am
P R P x R E F L E C T I O NLight in the Dark Many months ago, I found myself poisoned by the concoction of what this horrible, dank forest could muster up. The outlook seemed bleak. I didn't have any friends, no where to go, nothing I could turn to. But then this hybrid boy was there. He called himself Kennet, and he was like nothing I'd ever seen before.
I felt like he was probably slow, for aiding an enemy, but at the same time, I was forced to be grateful. He could've killed me, or at least turned me over to his elders. But he didn't. He helped me. He swiped medicine from one of his own healing huts, and as luck would have it, I felt better in no time. We seemed to have developed some sort of... bond from our endeavors.
Kennet is too proud and flighty to be a very good slave, but then I certainly wasn't in Juahar to try and take anyone back home. The months waned, and I kept seeing him. He kept seeing me. We hung out together, learned new things about the world, each other. I shouldn't consider him a friend... but I do. We still have our tiffs, but I think we're approaching a place where we can respect and appreciate each other... as equals.Results: Met and befriended Kennet.
PRP Posts: 17
JR Word Count: 213
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Posted: Mon Jun 02, 2014 8:00 pm
P R P x R E F L E C T I O NWarmongers More things can happen out here than you're fully prepared for. Take this woman, for example: she's scouting along with her party, minding her own business, when some stark-raving mad child leaps at her from the trees and flings his arms around her.
She behaved much more civilly than I would have, in any case. I was just so excited to see people of my own kind that I forgot the dangers for a moment. I haven't done anything wrong, so I'm not afraid of them, of course, but that's no excuse not to be wary. Especially when the Lady in question happens to know my brother... I can only imagine the choice words Cether would have to say to me if we met face-to-face... Naevius' words may have seemed insightful, genuine, and thoughtful, but any scumbag can pick up deceptive tactics if my brother can do it.
Not that she is one! A scumbag, I mean... We seemed to leave off on favorable terms, so there's no reason to judge her harshly for things that she can't control. Perhaps I will keep a lookout for her in the future...Results: Met Naevius.
PRP Posts: 9
JR Word Count: 190
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Posted: Tue Jun 03, 2014 7:58 am
P R P x R E F L E C T I O NDragging Feet I managed to maneuver my way into an Oban camp without too much trouble. As accustomed as I'm becoming to being in the forest, it's still nice to be around people who I don't wholly expect to fight me. And surely if I'm in a group, then the forest will have its way with them before it does with me. That's my plan, anyway. As long as someone else is keeping guard and taking hits, surely I can relax a little.
I happened upon a woman during my stay, though. We had the pleasure of watching a practice sword duel at the same time, and as luck would have it, we both were hanging around the same spot. I get the feeling I intruded upon her ritual, but since she didn't seem particularly rude or offended, I guess that doesn't matter.
We got to talking a bit. At first about what we were doing in the forest, why we were practicing with weapons. She's out here looking for someone. She has an actual purpose. All I am... is basically an unofficial emissary... Even if I learn about the savages and their life, there is no guarantee- No, there's nothing that suggests I would be able to do any good for this coming war. I suddenly find myself... nervous? Uncertain?Results: Met Shalvesta.
PRP Posts: 12
JR Word Count: 219
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Posted: Wed Aug 06, 2014 8:19 am
D E V E L O P M E N T A L x S O L O
Random Meeting He was starting to be convinced that literally everything he touched turned to s**t. Hardly two feet in front of him, a painfully familiar woman stood with her arms crossed, shooting him such a vile expression that it soured what could have been a very pretty face. Unfortunately, Xilarn almost perfectly mimicked the look, the only difference being an added twist of disgust hovering in his gaze. Ahdaia stalked forward the two paces that would bring her directly before her younger brother. From what Xil knew of siblings, they were supposed to be pleased to see their younger siblings alive after they'd haphazardly departed on a perilous journey.
Daia had never been a conventional older sister. "You don't have any business being here after that huge commotion you threw," she scoffed as she jabbed her finger against his chest. She also had zero respect for personal space, although gods forbid anyone entered hers. Xil opened his mouth to retort, but she cut him off before he could even utter a sound. "This is no place for the likes of you. How did you even get here? You didn't come with the army, so, what? You were lucky enough to stumble in after roaming the wilds for a few days? You're lucky to be alive. You should return home to mother before you bring something really terrible upon yourself, or worse, someone else."
Every word she said just made his blood boil. He'd expected a little more civility from her, especially since she was alone, rather than with Cether. But really, her words weren't all that surprising. He'd talked a big game when he'd left, but here he was, standing before her again with nothing to show for his actions except a crudely crafted spear. Still, a bit of support would've been nice. Instead, she just harped at him. His face burned and he clenched his knuckles so hard, they paled.
"I'm not here to ask for help, if that's what you're worried about," he hissed out in a low, forcefully calm voice. If he was brave enough to punch her straight in the chest, then he would."I did stumble upon the camp by accident, but I have no intention of staying here, or going back."
Ahdaia rolled her eyes and put her hands on her hips. "You're not accomplishing anything out there all by yourself," she informed him, almost trying to sound civil. "If you came here to learn to be a soldier, that's one thing. But you didn't. You're just tromping about in the dirt with a bunch of savages. It's disgraceful. Mother and father think so too." She sighed and rubbed her temples, exasperated as if she was dealing with a stupid and stubborn child. "Just go home, Xilarn," Daia insisted with a dismissive flick of her wrist. "Father will forgive you if you just apologize and work harder to be someone that can be respected. He isn't unreasonable, you know."
Xil grit his teeth. They'd forgive him? For what? Striking his own path that was off the trail of violence and bloodshed and pain and gore? They would forgive him for not being exactly what they wanted him to be and not doing exactly what they wanted him to do? No. Forget that. If that was how it was going to be, he may as well just cut ties with them now. It wasn't as though he was close with any of them, anyway.
He licked his lips and swallowed down the bile in his throat. "I will not go back like this." He tipped his head back to glare at her. "I will not be the one that returns home just so I can be berated about how wrong I was. I don't care how you or Cether or father feel about it. I'm not useless, and I'm not surrendering my ideals to you or anyone else." He turned his back on her and strode away.
She didn't chase him or call him back or continue to yell at him. There wasn't any need. He'd like to believe is was because he'd made an adequate point and she respected her brother enough to back down in a quiet manner.
But Xil knew better than that. Daia didn't give two dung piles what he thought or what goals he had. She didn't chase him because it wasn't worth her time. She'd tried to sway him to a 'safer' path and hadn't been able to do it. If he went out and got himself killed because he was stubborn and pig-headed, that was his business. She didn't care one way or the other.
And that was sad. Miserable, really, that his family would just as soon sacrifice him to the wilds as sympathize with him. It didn't matter. He'd spent long enough in the camp, anyway. It was time to move forward again.x
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Results: Met up with Ahdaia in the Oban camp.
Word Count: 816
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Posted: Thu Aug 07, 2014 6:48 am
F A M I L I A R x S O L O
Gadot He distinctly remembered informing Daia that he wasn't here to ask for help. Still, traveling through the dark, muggy forests by himself was lonely, not to mention terrifying. Xilarn didn't need help, per se... He just didn't want to be alone. He had his bag, his spear, rations of food; he could leave whenever he wanted. But getting started was difficult, even though he knew he had native "friends" lingering out there in the shadows. It would be easier if he had some kind of companion. Not an Oban, obviously. they were crotchety, mean, and argumentative. He needed a friend that wouldn't talk back to him, something that would stay by his side and help defend him from enemies...
It wasn't a big surprise when he found himself wandering toward a conglomeration of cages near the outskirts of the camp. These were all war beasts, of course; brought along and kept around only because they served some useful function in battle. Xil expected most of them were native to Oba and extremely uncomfortable in the dark, dank humidity the rainforest offered.
A lot of them looked bored or agitated, tired of being caged up since there were no immediate battles to be had. It was almost depressing to look at them, really. It reminded him that, despite his troubles, he really wasn't in that bad of a position.
Something rustled next to him. Xilarn flinched at the unexpected sound, and whirled to face the creature. From what he could make out, it was a sandy brown canine with an array of feathers and fluff. It raised dark eyes to glare at him, and as it sat up, it's head towered over Xilarn, even from the confines of its cage. It's wings fluttered. Perhaps it considered meeting its gaze a challenge. A low rumble emitted from it's throat, though it knew fell-well it couldn't attack him from where it was.
Xil stared in wonder. He'd never seen a creature even remotely like that before. Most of the beasts back home had no down at all, considering the heat, but this one... "That thing... what is that?" Xilarn asked a nearby soldier who was watching over the creatures at the time.
The man shrugged. "Some native beast. It's supposed to be able to fly us around, but this one is too mean. It doesn't listen to anybody."
Xilarn turned to squint incredulously at the taller soldier. "It's not trained, so it just... sits here in this cage. Does it fight in battles?" At the careless shrug from the man, Xil sighed. It wasn't his problem. He should move along and get on his way. Instead, his lips parted again and he asked, "So if it doesn't serve any purpose, why keep it?"
"I'm just following orders."
Xil didn't think he'd ever been so annoyed by someone just doing his job. Still, he felt almost bad for the weird beast, sitting alone in this muggy forest. The soldier called it a native, but there was no way this creature was used to this environment with all that fur. "Well, I- That is- Can I have it?" The words slipped out before he could stop them. Have it? It would kill him on sight!
The soldier quirked his brow. "You want to take care of some creature you know nothing about? Yer just a kid. What could I possibly gain from giving it to you?
"I could train it." Xil knew nothing about training animals, but he'd be damned if he told this soldier that...
"Oh, please." The man rolled his eyes. "If you can go in there and touch it without being mauled, I'll let you take it. That's farther than anyone else can get, anyway..."
Okay... Okay, that seemed reasonable. If he couldn't even touch it, he didn't really want to try and travel with it, anyway. Xilarn nodded and slipped closer to the cage bars. The fluffy beast glared at him, as if it knew what he was trying to do. It didn't really look young, per se... If it wasn't native to Oba or Juahar, then it must have been snatched off a killed native, which meant it had been a pet or animal slave at one point. It probably did know a bit of Earthling language...
The soldier unlocked the cage and stepped a few feet to the side as Xil prepared to open the door. "Okay... Here goes... I'm not going to hurt you, or anything..." He didn't move. Neither did the raptrix. That was a good sign, right? Xilarn put his hand on the cage door and cracked it open.
The beast stood, it's eyes alert and wary. The movement alone was almost enough to make the Oban back out of the deal. It was alert, but not aggressive. It's snarls had died minutes ago. Xil creaked the door open a little more. It lifted a paw expectantly. he slipped half his body through the door. The raptrix took a single step forward. Xilarn became convinced that the beast was simply screwing with him. That it knew exactly what it was doing.
Xil kept one hand planted firmly on the cage doors. He was just going to go for it. He was just going to reach out, touch it's nose, and dive away. It wouldn't even know what hit it, and if it did, then hopefully the soldier would spear it and try to save him...? Hopefully.
As Xil snapped his arm out to graze its nose, the raptrix tucked its head back, moving ever so deliberately out of the short Oban's reach. A bolt of fear shot through him, but the creature only huffed, tossing its head as if in beckoning. Xilarn was inside the cage and it wasn't trying to maul him. Yet. It just wanted him to move closer.
He took a hesitant step forward, his arm leaving the safety of the cage door. It dipped forward, and for the first time, Xil felt the brush of fur and feathers against his side as its teeth sank into his bag and ripped it from his shoulder. It took the raptrix all of four seconds to tear into the bag, dislodging the Oban's spear from its ties and scattering his belongings and provisions across the ground. "Hey," Xilarn shouted, feeling a stab of bravery that had him shoving the creature's muzzle away from his small stash of food.
It easily pushed the Oban away, fishing for the snack with its paws before scooping it into its mouth and licking its chops. "That was all I had," Xilarn griped.
The soldier snickered in amusement. "Well, it's your problem now, I guess."x
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Results: Obtained Gadot the raptrix.
Word Count: 1115
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Posted: Wed Sep 17, 2014 9:48 am
C L A S S x Q U E S T x R E F L E C T I O NClass Quest 1 We made it out, somehow... Even after I was sure it was the end of any hope I ever had. I don't know what would've happened if Cether had succeeded in capturing me, but I do know I wouldn't have liked it. Even I understand going against High Majesty is a foolish thing... I just... wish Cether hadn't seen it like that. I want to help. I just want to do it my way, not the way everyone else is doing it.
Gadot is surprisingly supportive. He doesn't say much, but he wanders off less frequently now. And he sleeps with a wing over me, as if I'm trying to escape from him too. I've no way of knowing for sure, but I think he's worried about me...
I'm worried about me too. We've nowhere to go and no one to trust. It would be foolish of me to return home. If I did that, I may have just as well as allowed Cether to capture me. But it's not safe out here, either... I'd never intended to stay more than a few months... No longer than the war parties, surely. But now, what choice do I have? Go home and be punished, or stay here, running from everything forever. This really is the most hopeless of all situations...Results: Class Quest passed; becomes a traitor to the Obans.
Word Count: 3554
JR Word Count: 219
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Posted: Fri Sep 19, 2014 11:17 am
H U N T x R E F L E C T I O NThe Wilds This forest really knows how to add insult to injury. I let my guard down for only a moment while I try and figure out what to do next, and a whole pack of wadani popped out of the dirt. I speared one of them while it was clamping down, but... the others could've finished me if it weren't for Gadot. I'm actually sort of annoyed that this creature can take better care of me than I can take of myself. That he actually... looks out for me when I'm not able to. You'd think he'd be even worse than a savage since he's an animal, but... he seems remarkably intelligent... I wonder if the same can be said for them...
Anyway, what I was thinking about before those bugs ambushed me. Juahar is where all the people I consider 'friends' are, but it's also where a suddenly daunting portion of my enemies are. I don't want to spend the rest of my life looking over my shoulder, so that means... leaving all this behind. The farther away I am, the safer I'll be. At least until Oba starts taking over the other nations as well... With any luck, I'll still have a few years to get stronger and learn to better fend for myself. I can't run forever, but I can run until I'm ready to face them again... my family.Results: +91 exp
Word Count: 1100
JR Word Count: 232
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Posted: Wed Oct 01, 2014 9:38 am
P R P x R E F L E C T I O NCrossing Lines It seems we're unlikely to come to a consensus about our battle-plan with just words alone. Kennet insists that it's better if he goes; if we go. If it were up to me, we wouldn't even need a battle-plan. We'd both simply forget what was happening in Tale and move away. Far away. We could seclude ourselves from the world and live in whatever relative peace the wilderness has to offer us. To be honest, I can't even fathom how this isn't the better of two ideas.
Kennet is just one person. It won't make a difference whether he's there or not. He'll just be risking getting himself hurt or killed by... people who happen to look like me. He risks dying at the hands of my family. And if that were to happen, I... What would I do? Would I even know? Perhaps if I went, but if I stayed, how would I find that out? Would I even want to? I just don't know. Things would at least be less complicated if he chose to stay.
In an effort to prove to him that he's not ready to fight, I decided to engage him one-on-one. Really it was his idea, but if I can make a stand now... Better me than someone else!Results: Decided to engage Kennet in a test of strength.
PRP Posts: 10
JR Word Count: 215
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Posted: Wed Oct 01, 2014 9:39 am
B A T T L E x R E F L E C T I O NKennet vs Xilarn - Juahar We kissed. Or, more accurately, I kissed him. As a surprise, sort of. And then left. Quickly. Kennet was upset, I was upset. I don't fully understand how it came down to this, but... that's... what happened in the spur of the moment. In the heat of our battle. All blazing passions and shouting matches. It seems screaming at each other is quickly becoming the norm, when really I... Well, I'd rather not be screaming at him, if it's all the same.
I'm scared for him. There's a war brewing, and he's so nonchalant and carefree. He insists he can take care of himself, and while I'm sure that's true, I still don't see any reason for him to risk himself. He's so... bull-headed I can't help but feel frustrated. And he doesn't listen; that's the worst bit. I tried to explain how I feel about him - how I feel for him, but as usual, talking gets me nowhere. I can't tolerate him not getting what I'm saying, anymore! I'm his best friend, and my opinion should count for something! Anything!
But it doesn't. And I want more. Forever greedy, Xilarn. Always with the 'more.' But I do. And I kissed him. And I'm sure there's something wrong with me, and he'll likely think I'm crazy, but I did it anyway. I can't take it back. I can just... ignore it for now. See him off to his battle and pray that everything turns out well enough. I'm scared. For him. For us. For the future. But I've no choice but to go forward, anyway.Results: Made the first move, but lost the battle.
Word Count: 1056
JR Word Count: 265
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Posted: Wed Oct 01, 2014 11:14 am
This whole affair was basically just one big trial. While I'd hoped I could be of some use to Kennet and his cause, that... didn't turn out to be the case at all. From the outset anyone who saw me thought I was the enemy (not that I blame them), and I found myself being attacked more than once. In the end, I was caught and confined with a few other Obans and of about as much use as a pile of dirt. And my- Kennet... Kennet fought without me.
Whatever happened out there, Tendaji was victorious. I heard talk of some of the captives being released back to Oba, so I did what any fugitive would do: I ran- flew, really. Gadot was prowling in wait nearby, so when he spotted his chance, he scooped me up and we beat a hasty retreat. I didn't get to see Ken, though...
I should be thankful for Tendaji's victory, but it... it probably means my family lost a lot. I know I'm not going to be particularly welcome no matter where I go, but it would be nice to make sure my mother was alright. Not that I expect her to be injured or anything. But the changes caused by the war- the collapsed government, the freed slaves- I don't think she was ready for those things. I don't give a crap about Father, Cether, or Daia, but I'll consider sneaking in to check on Mother.Results: +1 Versatile Point, +1 Battle Credit, +1 Resistance Token, +1 Physician's Bane
META Posts: 13
JR Word Count: 245
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Posted: Mon Jan 26, 2015 1:28 pm
H U N T x R E F L E C T I O NRun Like the Wind! I met my first Wind Earthling today. He was taller than me, thin, with a mass of curly strawberry blond hair. As far as men go, he was... actually quite pretty. Not my type, of course; most 'pretty' people I know tend to have this vain complex that I just can't stomach. While I didn't get that sense from Nuawahn, I also didn't get much sense of stability and thoughtfulness. He was grown; perhaps even older than me, but he seemed to have the mentality of a child, if his vocabulary was any indication. A 'mean bird,' that's what tipped me off, I think.
All there or not, his companionship still managed to come in handy. Scorra apparently travel in herds, and the one I took down with my spear was not alone. The others came in a swarm, squawking, shrieking, flapping, running amok. Nua erected a barrier to defend us from their immediate onslaught (the scorra didn't care what they trampled), and once they were mostly corralled together, I decided to try out the spell I'd learned on them.
It worked well enough at first, the birds took a singing and mostly fled back out across the plains, but I soon came to realize why someone like me (with little control and no desire to be placid) really should have a more firm grasp on the magical arts before I go out of my way in attempts to wield too-powerful spells. Nauwahn had to save me from that, as well. So while I'm a little leery of him and his mindset, it turned out to be more convenient than not to have him around.
Gadot will enjoy a feast, with all this scorra meat.Results: +275 exp
Word Count: 2829
JR Word Count: 285
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Posted: Thu Feb 12, 2015 7:04 am
W O R L D x E V E N T x R E F L E C T I O NRain Isn't the Only Problem It should've been a boring day. But then, my days never seem to go like that, do they? A stop in a Tale tavern for a quick drink rapidly (and alarmingly) turned into an all-out bar brawl. Needless to say, the patrons weren't thrilled. And neither was I. We were assaulted by a group in cloaks and hoods, and despite my best efforts, I still lost a good portion of my belongings to bandits... And that was after being clocked so hard in the head that I passed out...
But I also met a native Leaf man named Nyiim. He... was strange. Despite being a savage, he seemed to posses some weird sort of desire for peoples' (be they stranger or Oban or tavernkeep) safety. After my particularly nasty fall, this man actually... stayed by my side. And watched over me. It was certainly different, but I think I was grateful? Things could've turned much uglier than that, so I suppose I can just be happy that everything panned out the way it did.
I don't exactly think of him as a friend, but if we were to cross paths again, I don't necessarily think that would be a bad thing. He's alright, for a savage. Though I may avoid taverns for a little while...Results: +1 Versatile Point; met Nyiim.
PRP Posts: 11
JR Word Count: 215
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