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 Posted: Fri May 29, 2015 10:26 am
"Dragons can't do nothin'."
• H U N T x R E F L E C T I O N •My Unexpected Endeavor 'Found a boy and another boy tryna be sneaky in a port city. We stopped ta handle bus'ness, and since I can't'a be apart a that, I spent me time elseways. Didn' think I'd find two Dovaa boys out at this wee mornin' hour. But I did. And they was excitin,' if not much else. Both close to my age. Thought we could make friendly. Didn' turn out so good, though. One a the boys thought I'ze venturous enough to stick meself in the midst of fightin' dragons.
I thought so to, at first. Didn' pan out like I'd hoped. The Kiandri attacks startled me, and I got ascared a slid into 'em. The lads had to come'n save me... I like one a them, Quince. He was a'right. 'Bout what I'd expectof Dovaa. The other lad, Rose, didn' like him so much. Somethin' wrong with him in all kindsa ways..Dunno if I'll see 'em again. Cause you cin believe I ran the firs' chance I got.'Results: Met Roseryn - +88 EXP, +7 LUK, +7 Kiandri Dragon Orb
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Posted: Mon Jun 01, 2015 11:11 am
"Ya sure ya don't want me ta call you somethin' else?"
• W E A P O N x S O L O •
Ivory Rose "Da? Da!" Charlotte crowed as she hastily scrambled up onto the deck of The Rapana Whelk. She glanced over her shoulder warily, pink eyes narrowed. She'd told those boys not to follow her, so they probably hadn't. They surely had better things to do, anyway. So Char ignored the sense of trepidation and moved on.She headed back towards the cabin, where she expected her old man could be found.
"C'mon, lass, learn to knock..." The burly man complained as Char peeked into the room. He was alone, sitting at his desk and counting coin from the morning's endeavors. He seemed too sullen for it to have been a great success, though her adventures of the day hadn't been so great, either.
She walked forward, crawled up onto the edge of the desk opposite him and took a seat crossed-legged to face him. The old captain might have grimaced a bit at her antics, but Char couldn't be bothered with that. "I met some boys t'day," she informed him briskly.
Her old man's hazel orbs narrowed. "Charlotte, lass, ya ain't s'posed to talk to strange lads while we're doin' business, girl. If ya git into trouble, might not find yeh in time to-"
"I faced dragons with some boys t'day," Char cut him off. "Er, better to say, they saved me from dragons t'day..." It didn't need to be mentioned that it was their fault she'd faced them in the first place. Her da didn't need to know that. "I wanted to fight 'em too, but... 'eres just not much I could do... I didn' have a weapon. Those Dovaa lads, they had lots of weapons. Magic 'n swords 'n they were all graceful and purty and such. I want that. I could do it, I think."
"Lads should be eager to save little lasses-"
"They were my age," Charlotte complained in exasperation. "'N they were like... little, tiny savage dragon-children. Nobl' savage drag'n-children. 'N I couldn't do nothin' to protect myself..."
The old man groaned, rolled his eyes, and stood. "Lass, I've been thinking fer a while now- did'n' want to, mind you, but I 'ave- it's time yeh started joinin' yer ma and me on the market. Charlotte, come 'long."
They left the cabin together. Char scrambled from her perch and bounced after the old man. She was thirteen now, double-digits. It was time for her to tag after her father. Learn the business. Learn the trading, smuggling, bartering, selling business. It was a dangerous business. Some folks didn't take kindly to pirates. And scuffles over merchandise were not uncommon. If Charlotte was going to tag after her dad, she'd need to be ready.
They walked below deck, down a flight of stairs, past storage crates and barrels, through crew quarters stocked with hammocks and sleeping mats. They pushed into another room, and the old man stopped. "Lass, we've been trav'lin' fer years. Ev'rywhere yer little mind can 'magine. 'N we've picked up some things." He gestured forward. Charlotte moved in.
The space was less of a room and more of a closet, but that was to be expected. Ships didn't have ample free space. The closet was stacked with swords, knives, a bow or two, arrows, a staff, single-shot pistols and small pieces of simple armor. "Yer mother insisted you 'ave whatever puts ya most at ease. So we picked up some things fer ya to pick from. Go on."
So Char did. She touched everything. Skimmed her fingers over flattened steel blades, plucked arrows from quivers and weighed them against the flat of her palm, squinted into the crystal that adorned the staff. They were mostly all nice, useful weapons. She could learn to fight with any of them. Maybe even wanted to learn to fight with all of them. But none of them were unique. None of them were special. They were just... random battle arms plucked off of some poor sap who got in her old man's way.
She hummed, shifted her weight, glanced back at her dad. "None o' these feel like mine. They all belonged t' someone else."
"Well, that's... mostly true..." Char blinked and stared at him. "Yer my special little girl. I wanted ya to have anythin' ya wanted, but I also wanted ya to have somethin' fittin' of yer special." He moved to the side, opened a box, and plucked up a wiry branch of a weapon. "I had this made, j'st in case ya didn' find the others worthy. Come 'ere."
She moved to stand before him. He offered her the wand, a willowy, twined, white oak looking thing, and even before she touched it, Char felt a burst of pride. Her old man had done this. This wand was hers. It had been made for her and her alone. It had waited here for her, for only her father knew how long. She took it from his hands, held it up in hers. And she knew- from the pulse of warm, light magic ebbing from it, from the way it held comfortably and the way it nudged her with a power all its own, whispering to her- it was hers.
"Do ya like it?"
"It's... she's perfect."
"All good weapons have a name."
"Mm, I dunno. What should I call yah?" She didn't know what power compelled it. Surely some very intimate magic. A magic that dug into her thoughts and pulled up whatever two words it saw fit.
'Rose. Ivory Rose.'
Charlotte's nose crinkled, and she pushed back thoughts of opposition. "Nah, I don' like that 'un." She said out loud, in her most serious voices. "Pick somethin' else. A better one."
'No. That's my name. I told you.' She was a snooty thing, and it immediately irked Char that her chosen weapon picked the name of an even snootier Dovaa boy. 'You can't change my name.'
That warm, comfortable light was fading quickly. "Ya won't like 'im when ya meet 'im, ya know. Ya sure ya don't want me ta call you somethin' else?"
'I think not.'
Char rubbed her temples. "Fine, but you'll see."Results: Obtained Imprinted Weapon - Ivory Rose
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Posted: Mon Jun 01, 2015 7:36 pm
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• P R P x R E F L E C T I O N •Only a Hero 'wordswordswords'Results: Met Karayan
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Posted: Mon Aug 24, 2015 6:47 am
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• P R P x R E F L E C T I O N •My Journey Begins 'wordswordswords'Results: Converses with grumpy captive boys
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Posted: Mon Aug 24, 2015 9:57 am
"My friends shouldn' be treated like captives!"
• P R O G R E S S I V E x S O L O •
Daddy, Please! "Daaaa...!" Charlotte bayed, tossing her frame limply in the chair opposite her father's work station. She reached out to flop her arms against the table, more for the dull thud of sound than for anything else. She groaned out a long sound, rolling her head against the back of the chair. She was fully aware of the obnoxious (and yet necessary) scene that she was making, and it was only a tad more degrading than it had been when she'd done it in the past.
"Charlotte, lass," her father complained as he stood to shoo her appendages of the table. "You'll muddy my maps, girl." He ignored the indignant c**k of Char's head before she inspected her arms for 'mud' before he continued. "Yer still on 'bout those lads in th' holding?"
The young girl's attention riveted back to her father, and she stood, bracing her weight against the table as she leaned forward. "They ain't doin' nobody no good there," she informed him briskly. "'Sides, my friends shouldn' be treated like captives!"
"Don' call em yer friends, girl." The old man shook his head. "You 'n I both know they ain't treat you like no friend I ever seen."
Charlotte whined, leaned off the table, and stomped her foot. She turned her back to her father, twisted a lock of hair about her finger, and scuffed her boots on the floor. 'Friend' was a generous term, but since she'd never had anyone close to her in age on the ship, it still seemed most suitable. Roseryn was harsh and abrasive, but his brother, Quince seemed much more relaxed. Having him around would be a welcome change. Too bad the two were a package deal. "Just little boys," she grunted. "Don't imagine 'em being much trouble."
"Little boys are the worst kind of trouble," her father retorted just as brusquely. "An' nobles are whiny, needy, conniving-"
"I'm conniving!" She yowled, whirling back toward him.
"Lass..." Amusement trickled onto the older Orderite's face, shown by the upward curve at the corners of his lips. "You and them boys are diff'rent kinds of conniving. Yer intuitive, brave, determined. They're... trained, learned, and-"
Charlotte gasped softly, her magenta orbs popping wide as her mouth dropped open. "Ya think... ya think they're smarter'n me, don't ya?"
"No, no, Lass, no, of course not..." Her father blurted aimlessly. He stood and moved around the table toward her. When he bumped the table in his haste, a weight at the edge of the map was knocked away, and the corner of the paper rolled in on itself. He stood before her, quietly, thick fingers clapped on her shoulders.
Charlotte waited for him to say more. She kept quite during this time, giving him an expect quirk of brows, swish of hips, pucker of lips. He said nothing. "Ya do!" She snapped at last. "Tha's not fair! Ya don't even know 'em! Ya know me! I'm yer daughter! S'posed to think I'm smarter'n ever'one!"
"Charlotte, my girl-"
"I'll show ya!" Char decided at last. She straightened, holding her head high and looking the old man in the eye. "I'll watch 'em. Them boys won't get in trouble while I'm around. An' if they make a fuss an' mess up, they go right back in the cell." She'd made worse bargains, of that she was sure. It wasn't as if she stood to lose anything besides her dignity.
"My girlie, don' be all upset-" When Char let out a grumble of malcontent, her father sighed. "Fine, lass. It's a'right, then. But if they're gonna be free, they're gonna work. Take yer friends down to the mess. See how they like that."
Charlotte beamed. She could say without a doubt that the boys wouldn't take well to work, but the deal seemed a fair one. There wasn't much trouble for them to cause anyway. The Dovaa boys would be fine and hopefully compliant. He'd see. With a yip of delight, she hopped into her old man's arms, gave him a quick peck on the cheek, then spun toward the door.Results: Convinces her father to free Rose and Quince from their cell
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Posted: Tue Aug 25, 2015 9:24 am
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Posted: Tue Aug 25, 2015 9:25 am
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Posted: Tue Aug 25, 2015 9:25 am
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Posted: Tue Aug 25, 2015 9:27 am
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Posted: Tue Aug 25, 2015 9:28 am
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Posted: Tue Aug 25, 2015 11:08 am
"They're pretty and all, like you."
• O R B x S O L O •
The Citadel's Lady Charlotte scuffed the toe of her boot against the smooth stone pathway that led up to the enormous cathedral-like building that was the Citadel of the Order. For all that much of Ashen City was covered in a grey layer of ash and soot from their various tinkerers and metal-workers, this building remained gleaming. Whether it was a force of magic or dutifully hard-working citizens that kept it sparkling, Char couldn't say. All she knew was that the spires stretched to the sky, balconies overlooked all of the city, and the great wooden doors stood open.
She crossed her arms, magenta orbs flitting toward the ground as she nudged at a pebble with her foot. "Why do I hafta go in alone?" She grumbled to her old man next to her. "It's so big. I might get lost, ya know? I don't want ta look a fool to this woman."
Her father patted her head, mussing blond tresses as he chuckled. "If yer ever gon' ta look a fool, best be now. It is yer first time to meet our Lady, but with the goddess' blesin', it won't be th' last." He settled his hand in between her shoulder-blades, pressing lightly, and at the touch, the mood shifted. It was several more seconds before he continued. "Mah little lass growin' up so quick..." Charlotte sighed. She turned to look up at him, feeling her agitation deflate from the resignation in her old man's voice. Before she could console him, he was handing her a small satchel with two of the treasures she'd won so many seasons ago with Roseryn.
He pressed it into her arms, and Charlotte fumbled briefly before it settled in her grip. "Lass, you take these up ter Miss Avi," her father commanded, giving her another press forward. "An' don' you worry 'bout lookin' a fool. Aevah Avi has seen more bumblin' youngsters than anyone'd want ter count. Ya won't be the worst of 'em, Lass."
The encouragement fell on hesitant ears. Before Charlotte could articulate a rebuttal, she was being nudged toward the stairs. From there, her feet moved on their own. She cast a brief glare over her shoulder at her father, but she was already here, already moving forward, and there was no sense in wasting any more time on the matter with those doors looming before her.
Once they were at her back, it was a different matter all together. The interior was open, filled with bustling people wearing the robes of mages and scholars or the armor of warriors and Guardians. No one here looked like a bumbling youngster to her. Columns rose from the floor to the ceiling above. Far above. Past intricate wrought-iron railings that partitioned off each additional floor from the drop to the ground below. She glanced down. Even the floor was patterned in seemingly delicate marble designs, despite the generations of Orderites that had likely already tread across it.
"Young lady?" Charlotte nearly jumped out of her skin. She swiveled to face a slender, bespectacled violet man, with long cerulean hair woven into an intricate bun atop his head. Three sets of aqua- and teal-feathered wings fluttered from behind him. "Can I help you find something?"
He seemed old and knowledgeable, worth telling him of her plight. Char nodded. "I'm lookin' fer Miss Aevah," she told him. "Me daddy says I'm s'posed to giver 'er these." She gave a light shake to the satchel. "But I hadn'ever been here before..."
He covered his mouth behind a silky-looking sleeve, and Char ignored the obvious laughter in his tone as he spoke. "Ah, your first time, then," the older man hummed. "Be at peace, miss." The Orderite man set a hand on her shoulder, gently turning her toward a spiraling stairway tucked far off across the room. From its positioning, it didn't seem to lead toward any of the common floors that she could see overhead. "There you are, young lady. You'll reach Miss Avi's tower if you take those stairs." Char moved to step away from him. "And you can rest easy," he continued as Charlotte strode toward the stairs. "Aevah won't bite your head off."
Old men had a way of failing at encouragement, Char griped mentally as she climbed the stairs. And there were a lot of them. Stairs, that is. And as she trudged ever higher, the winding path became more narrow, darker, no windows. The whole thing seemed suspicious and ill-planned. The higher she went, the more Charlotte fretted. Was there really a woman up here? One who didn't bite heads off? The door at the end of the staircase held little by way of immediate answer. It wasn't as expansive as the rest of the establishment and was much more rustic by contrast.
Charlotte shook her head, and raised her fist to knock.
Before she had a chance, there was a voice, soft, smooth and angelic, laced with all the enchantment of someone that should rule the Orderite world. "Enter." When Char obeyed, she quickly found herself before a stunning lady, pale of skin and hair, with the only real color of her figure coming from her sky-toned irises.
Charlotte felt her cheeks heat immediately. "Uhm. Ma'am," she greeted belatedly, quickly diving into the same awkward half-bow that untrained peasant boys gave their superiors. It went over much better in her head.
"Rise, child," Aevah commanded, amusement entering her tone. "I didn't expect to see anyone today," she commented off-handedly, and Char wondered if she should've made an appointment. She expected some did. "And you aren't familiar to me, I'm afraid..." The Lady hummed, stepping forward to appraise Charlotte's small stature.
"Oh, I don' live 'ere, my Lady," Charlotte blurted. "But I think ya got a real nice city. And a real pretty home too.Uhm!" She reached for her satchel, dipped her hands inside and procured the orbs as offering. "Me daddy said you might like these," Charlotte told the older woman with a smile, extending the Kiandri souls for Aevah to take. "They're pretty and all, like you, so...?"
"So?" Aevah prompted in response, raising a brow at the girl. She collected the orbs in her hands, and Charlotte took the brief moment that their hands touch to wonder how such an old woman could have such soft skin. "Hm, it seems like you worked hard for these. They hold your story so far, you know." Charlotte watched as Aevah crushed the orbs, and their lightning power fizzled throughout the room, zinging about before petering away, leaving a tingling in her skin. "But it is the past, and it is behind you now. You've progressed far enough in your training on your own to be worthy of the next title."
"Title? I don't 'ave-?"
The Ladt raised her hand, quieting Charlotte. "But training alone will only get you so far. Have you considered seeking out a master? All students, particularly those who have chosen the dangerous mage's path, as you have, should seek knowledge from a superior."
These were the words Charlotte departed on, and it left her pondering. Innately, 'master' struck her as something negative. Someone bossing her around and reprimanding her was no fun. She could never learn like that. Although, it might benefit her to know more and be able to do more than blindly sling out the powers of light and hope for the best. AT very least, it was something to consider over the next several days.Results: Gave two Kiandri Orbs to Lady Aevah
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Posted: Tue Aug 25, 2015 11:43 am
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