Solo or RP Format Can be used toward Battle req (or RP req only if done with a friend) Solo word minimum is 500, RP post minimum is 7
The people of Tendaji seem to be settling in - and some in places far from their homeland. The tensions are high, and with the whispers of the Alkidike planning an offensive… well, some have been on edge and ready for a fight. Were the outsiders going to help their people when the time came to fight the extremist Alkidike? Most of the natives to the area had their doubts.
An argument had broken out in the market, verbal at first, but it wasn’t long before it became a physical confrontation.
This prompt can be played from either side: your character can be the instigator, or on the defense.
This battle prompt will be resolved by rolling 1D100. xxxxxPrentice must roll 70-100 for success. xxxxxStage 2 must roll 60-100 for success. xxxxxStage 3 must roll 50-100 for success. xxxxxStage 4 must roll 40-100 for success.
|| Success will result in 50exp in addition to the versatile point || Failure will only allow for the versatile point credit.
Posted: Thu May 14, 2015 4:29 pm
World Event: Prompt 1- Did You Hear? Word Count: 1,032
Solo or RP Format Can be used toward Solo or RP req
Word spread fast in a place like Tendaji. Surprising when the people were so spread out, but now that there was more traveling it was a growing rumor mill spreading word as fast as earthlings could move. It was little secret that a group of Alkidike were starting to cause problems in Tendaji. The extremist Alkidike felt that it was high time that Jauhar was taken back from the shifters and the alarming growth of others that were settling into their land.
There were growing accounts of ambushing in the jungles of Jauhar, where shifters and other earthlings were being beaten and sacked for their things before being threatened to leave Jauhar… and there was only so much these poor people could take before they fled the scene and packed their bags. What would happen if the Alkidike decided to spread out further than Jauhar and became a threat to all earthlings?
They were still rumors, and nothing could be proved, but many were beginning to cast a disapproving gaze toward the Alkidike and a weary eye to Jauhar’s borders...
The goop was thick and smelled like nothing Kdal had scented before, and dried tacky on the areas that weren't wounds. Grimacing the shifter picked at the edges of such a spot, watching as it flaked off like peeling skin. He made a face at it and finally left it alone, figuring that it did that for a reason. He didn't want his parents to see him messing with something a healer had obviously seen to, even if said healer wasn't very experienced at their craft as of yet. Kdal had seen that Teiluj had tried and couldn't find fault with her. Not with the very obvious pain she'd been in at the time.
Shaking his head the shifter skirted the edges of the town, eyeing every dark shadow until he realized just what he'd been doing and snorted. Paranoia didn't sit well with him. Laughing at himself, even if it was under his breath and held a note of self-mockery, Kdal made his way into town. His obvious physical injuries garnered some concerned looks, but a quick stop at a few stalls to make some purchases helped waylay some of the stares.
He didn't like the feel of the constricting cloth that swathed him from neck to thigh. It was soft, yes, and hid the edges of the bandages that he'd wound around his body, but it didn't make him happy. He missed the feel of air brushing against his skin and he disliked how warm he'd started to feel after putting it on. But he endured, knowing it was better than the alternative. It also didn't help that the shirt was a bright yellow that hurt his eyes, but it was the cheapest thing that was his size and also served his purpose. His father would love it when he would eventually pass it on to him.
"Kdaaaaaal!" A cheery voice broke through his disgusted thoughts, bringing him back to the present. A quick glance around told him just who was trying to get his attention. The earthling was making quite the scene, jumping up and down as he waved his hand, the other holding a wrapped parcel against his chest. "Voliren." Kdal said, sauntering over to the wind earthling, wincing internally as the movements pulled at the edges of his injuries. Viren, Voliren's Sail Scale let out a shrill cry which was echoed by Dakri, before the creatures left their bonded to exchange gossip and generally just be social.
Snorting at the display the shifter looked back to his friend, who had a s**t eating grin stretching his lips. This never boded well for Kdal.
"So, I heard some interesting rumors over the past several days," Voliren started once Kdal had gotten within easy speaking distance, a sly expression replacing the one of good natured humor. "Of course you would." Kdal muttered, knowing just how much of a rumor monger the taller male was. "Oh don't be that way." Voliren said, face twisting into an expression of false hurt before smoothing out again, "It's related to why you got jumped just now after all."
"How- no, don't answer that." Kdal started, his attention having been caught by the words, but quickly changed his mind on asking how the other knew. "King of ferreting out information." He said, affection coloring his words, "You better be careful about the things you ask about. It's going to bite you one day and I might not be here to pull you out of trouble."
Voliren waved his hand as if batting away a fly, "I know, but you're here now and I trust you to watch my back. Anyway, those Alkidikes? Yeah, bad news about them." He started, lips pulling down at the corners, voice holding a note of uncharacteristic seriousness. "There's a bunch of rumors floating around about them, some of them confirmed just now with that little...show they put on in the square. It's bad Kdal....very bad." A pale hand ran through wavy blond locks, mussing up the style that the other spent forever perfecting each morning. "There's been talk that they're going to...to purge the impure from their homeland."
"Purge...? You don't mean-"
"Kill? Yeah, drive away the Shifters and Earthlings that have settled too close to their home? Most definitely. I wouldn't want to be anywhere near the place when they start." Voliren looked sick as the weight of what he'd said settled over them. "Make sure your parents know okay? I know that they were planning on seeing what trade was like further that way but now's not the time to get adventurous you know?" He rubbed his free hand over his arm, as if suddenly cold.
"You take care of yourself as well. I don't...I don't want to hear of anything bad happening to you. You're one of my closest friends you know?" Voliren looked as if he wanted to say more, before changing his mind. "I'll see you back at the camp alright? I know how you hate being treated like a damsel and offering to walk you there is taboo." He grinned at his friend and skipped off, throwing a wave over his shoulder as he turned a corner.
Kdal snorted, and rubbed at his cheek, wondering why he felt warm at the other males words. Friends huh? Kdal wasn't so sure about that. Well, no, he was, but there was something about Voliren that you couldn't take at face value. His cheeriness was a front that hid a sharp mind, one that was good at planning things far in the future. The fact that he'd come to warn him now, instead of waiting around at the camp told him that perhaps being in town wasn't a good idea. The Alkidikes must still be prowling around and having already tangled with them had probably marked him for further beatings.
Blanching at the sudden realization Kdal made it a point to leave town as quickly, and quietly as possible. He had no desire to find out what his insides looked like and if the anger he'd seen on the Amazonian ladies faces was anything to go by, that's exactly what they'd try to introduce him to.
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Posted: Thu May 14, 2015 5:48 pm
Word Count: 637 tbc
The events in the marketplace weighed heavily on his mind as he rode in the back of his families wagon. The caravan moved slowly, laden down with goods meant for the more permanent settlement back home. His own wagon, the one owned by his fathers held some of the items that hadn't been traded away. With a sigh he leaned back, legs dangling over the wooden edge of a chest.
Voliren's words tumbled around in his head, about how conflict would be unavoidable in the long run. How it was going to affect trade so far to the east of where the danger would be. He'd told his fathers about what he'd been told and to his relief they believed him. He hadn't even had to show them the cuts, now half peeled scabs, as proof. They'd must have seen the aftermath of the fight, heard the words that were buzzing around the market. It was discouraging.
It also reminded him how little he'd done to follow his path, the one he'd chosen. A life travel was one he'd known, had grown up doing, even before he'd been adopted. Though memories of the time before the fire was hazy and fragmented. He rarely dwelled on them, events that he felt had occurred more than a life time ago. The child he'd been was not the man he'd grown to become, and the woman he would eventually be as he got older.
He stared at the leather covering of the wagon and let his mind blank. He made a mental list of things he had to do to change.
He had to get a weapon, he had to stop traveling with his parents so that he could learn how to be a proper warrior. He had to...to leave his parents if he wanted to do anything. He had to find a mentor to teach him, or some books, something. It was frustrating not knowing where to start or how to go about doing so.
He wiggled his toes then cracked each once to the best of his abilities without touching them with his hands. He flexed the muscles on his legs, one at a time and before he knew it, he was doing sit ups with his legs draped over the wooden chest. His hair caught under his hips every time he tried to curl forward again, the movement tugging at his scalp, but he ignored the slight pain. Just like he ignored the fire in his side as his scabs pulled open. The physical exertion seemed to help his thoughts along and by the time the caravan stopped for the night he had a tentative plan outlined enough to share with his fathers.
Dmin of course poked it full of holes, but he was a practical man. Tokra offered to go with him to the border, since he'd told them his plan to go to Oba. No one would know him there and so he'd have to work for the things he wanted. His fathers scoffed at that and said that it was a parents duty to see to their childs needs until they no longer required it. Providing money and tradable items was one of their jobs, and it was a pleasure to be able to help him. Tokra even told him that he knew a shifter in the city who'd managed to land themselves a job as a blacksmith, and would be able to get him his first weapon.
It wouldn't be fancy but it would get the job done and allow him to train himself up to better works.
The small family didn't get much in the way of sleep, each dreading what tomorrow would bring, and when the sun rose in the morning Kdal and Tokra set off, parting ways with the caravan.
Posted: Wed Aug 19, 2015 10:56 pm
Class Affinity: Swordsman (1,057 words)
Kdal woke with a feeling that she couldn't shake. It persisted through out breakfast and helping her parents tally their supplies and double checking the ledgers. There was something about it that left an uneasy feeling in the pit of her stomach and twisted her lips into an unconscious frown. It was the feeling she got whenever something bad was going to happen, something bad enough to make her want to crawl back into bed and sleep the day away, just to avoid running into whatever future event that would be the cause of her sour mood.
Huffing she ran a hand through her hair, messing up the work her father put into taming it. At her side Dakri let out a series of sounds, echoed by the other Sailscales that were currently using their wagon as a resting spot. The familiar looked reluctant to move so she left him as she exited her traveling home. Shading her eyes Kdal scanned the sky for any hint of cloud, but couldn't seem to see anything more threatening than a few puffy wisps. It wasn't the nonexistent bad weather that had her on edge.
She waggled her fingers at a few friendly faces that called out cheerfully to her as she left, feet bare against the soft grass. She was dressed in a simple blouse and leggings that ended at her knees. She hummed a song she'd heard in a tavern some weeks ago, having long forgotten the words as she walked. Ahead she could hear the dull thwack of wooden weapons colliding and knew that the warriors were practicing. She was at the age where she should be carefully choosing her path as well as thinking about the welfare of her immediate family. Her parents were still young, still able to take care of themselves, but eventually they'd become tired of traveling and want to settle down.
It would be her duty then, to take care of them, or set them up in such a way that they'd be able to be self reliant. Mainly that meant she would have had children, or adopted them, and, well, she didn't want to think that far ahead. She had obstacles immediately in front of her after all. Like finding someone to mentor her in her chosen path.
She ran her eyes over the forms of the men and women diligently training away before her, of the way the trainers prowled the ranks and adjusted stances or further explained techniques. Her heart clenched. They were all so similar. Pale skin and pink crystals. To them she must seem like an oddity, an ugly duckling with her skin color linked to the rise of the moon. Pretty to look at she guessed, but nothing more than that. Just thinking about the differences between herself and the rest of her tribe made the hollow feeling in her stomach return.
But she wasn't able to dwell on it for long as Anjosu spotted her and made his way over. "Well well if it isn't little Kdal!" The man said, grinning brightly at her. He was there when her fathers brought her back to meet the rest of the tribe and was one of their main supporters. He was an adopted orphan himself but had been lucky enough to have been adopted by the tribe that he most resembled, being a wind/ice hybrid. "Finally coming by to commit to a weapon? I know your fathers weren't too happy that you weren't going to follow their footsteps, especially after you ran off to join the war efforts."
Kdal winced, join the war efforts indeed. She'd been stuck playing glorified messenger and supply runner the entire time. The staff she'd gotten in Oba, had trained a little with under Zuberi's supervision, had snapped after a single small scuffle. If that hadn't been an ill omen then she didn't know what was, and Kdal didn't consider herself the overly superstitious sort. But the entire event had just proven to her how ill equipped she was to deal with combat in general and she'd done a lot of thinking on it.
"Mmm. I was turned down for the spear when I asked all those months ago." She said, voice a little hoarse with emotion. "I couldn't wrap my head around why." She looked into his yellow eyes and found guilt there, along with several other emotions. "I know it's not the trainers job to inform those who they reject the specifics of why, but...I think I understand now." She ran a hand through her already wind swept locks, grimacing as her fingers caught on tangles. "It's not because I'm not Wind or Ice that they refused to train me, but because I'm not suited for the weapon. My reach isn't long enough to make full use of a normal length spear. I'm smaller, quick-footed, and prone to react more than is good for a Lancer. I'm better for close range combat or defense aren't I?"
Anjosu beamed at her, though for a moment he'd looked offended that she would think herself rejected because of something as silly as race. "You're also a quick thinker Kdal, piecing all of that together with only the few scraps we gave you and some real world experience." He reached out to touch her face, hesitated for a moment before deciding the clap her on the shoulder instead. He was like the rest of them, unable to accurately judge her gender based on her clothing and moods. He was bad at reading body language as well she'd found.
"Right, well, have you decided on a weapon? There's still a few to choose from and time left to find a teacher. There was a lot of life lost in that battle and with it a lot of teachers who feel as if it was their fault that their student died. Some just need enough motivation to get themselves back on the path they need to be on." Anjosu said, steering her towards the depleted weapons racks alongside the training grounds.
There was no hesitation in Kdal as she picked up a blade, a small smile forming on her lips as she wondered how Zuberi would take it, to learn that she'd changed her mind after all about the 'superiority' of a blade over the spear.
