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 Posted: Thu Jul 21, 2005 12:56 pm
Merro drifted back to consciousness and lay still for a moment with her eyes still closed. It took a moment for her mind to regain contact with her body but when it finally dawned on her that she was most definitely not in her own bed, memory rushed back upon her and she came wide awake. The immediate and automatic attempt to sit upright failed due to the usual effects of a cold night spent sleeping on hard dirt with nothing but wet mud for a blanket. Every muscle in her body shrieked in protest and Merro joined them with a strangled "arnngrhhuurf." She toyed briefly with the idea of casting a restorative spell, but such a thing would leave her dizzy and exhausted in spirit, even if it gave vigour back to her body. The warmth of exercise would have to take the place of such comforts as a hot breakfast, cozy fire, and a few hours in bed. Not that she could have gotten those even if she had been at home, mind. Daughter of one of the wealthiest merchant princes she might be, but she ranked just slightly above the chambermaids when it came to the work she had to do, and so far as the treatment she received from her father went she was the lowest of the low.
With her initial plan sent straight to hell without even a chance to murmur a prayer, Merro tried to cobble together a new one as she got up and tried to stretch out the worst of the kinks in her body. A glance at the mouth of the cave showed that the storm had spent itself while she slept and given way to a gloomy new day. She'd have to climb up a bit more to the top of the ravine and get a good look around. Hopefully she would be able to see some sort of familiar landmark such as the main road that she could use to get her bearings upon. And if not, well...she was fairly certain she was west of her father's keep. If all else failed she would simply set the sun to her back and start walking. She couldn't be so far lost as to miss Kiadawel so long as she headed west.
A more immediate worry was the question of supplies. With only a dagger and absolutely no practical knowledge of how one survived in the woods, she could not live for long without buying food. She would have to stop at a village somewhere and get food or coin, but how? It would take a flourishing city or castle to house merchants wealthy enough with whom could trade such pearls as she was wearing for coin, and those were exactly the places she wished to avoid. She was not exactly a society flower but her face was known to the wealthy of these parts, and she could not escape questions about why she was trading off her jewelry in such a manner even if her escape was as yet unknown to the local gossips. The dagger would have fetched a fair price, but she was unwilling to go completely unarmed. Her clothes were out of the question, for the cheap woolens her father clothed his servants in were worth little even when they were clean and fresh-pressed. Filthy as they were now upon her frame, she would likely get little more than a laugh in offer. Her silk blouse might serve, but then she might as well go unclothed entirely if she were to simply wander about in nothing but a sleeveless, baggy tunic. With no other options, Merro decided to find a small village or farm and try to wheedle as much food and coin from a farmwife as she could in exchange for her silk chemise.
With somewhat of a plan ready, she twisted her body one last time to settle her back and found herself staring down the length of the cave. It was not a large cave, but deep enough that the very back was only illuminated now that the morning sun was streaming in. And in the very back was a sword.
Merro blinked and then began walking toward the sword, but her steps slowed the closer she got, for instead of resting upon a bracket or being fixed to the back wall as she had first thought, the sword was simply floating a few feet above the ground, point down. It was a hand-and-a-half sword by all appearances, but with a far narrower blade than most such weapons. The silvery hilt was in the form of a plain cross, with the grip bound in black leather. There were no precious stones or metal decorations, only a faint engraving upon the blade that she could not read. Strangely, though the hilt was fine enough in appearance, the blade seemed somehow dull and crude. A well-smithed blade should sing and be alive. This was more like a shriveled old woman.
Her eyes narrowed a bit at this utterly unknown thing. Suspicious, she began looking around her and then examining the sword as if expecting some elaborate farce, however improbable it might be. It seemed more likely a farce than that Merro Kisan of all people would stumble upon some magical talisman straight out of legend. And she had long held that there was not likely a flea within ten miles of His Toadship that the avaricious b*****d had not already examined for hidden wealth. How was it that such a treasure simply sat in a cave, unnoticed by anyone all these years?
As if to try and prove the farce, she quickly reached out a hand to push lightly at the blade, half expecting it to swing and reveal a thin cord hidden until now in the dim light. Instead she jerked back her hand before ever making contact, for the air around the blade had seemed thick and somehow alive, buzzing along her skin like a multitude of flies. Fear suddenly struck her, and thoughts crowded up in her mind all of a sudden to bolster the truth of the matter. Here indeed was magic, and her father concerned himself with the value of land, not the shape or sight, so why was it so impossible that this cave had belonged to the Kisan line all these years and yet remained hidden? She nearly turned and fled but cowersome impulses were rare to her and she soon reached out her hand once more, albeit much more slowly.
And why should she not take this thing? There were no skeletons lying about as proof that this magic was harmful, and besides, she had need of a sword. It was better than a dagger by far even if it was a bit unkempt, and with this to hand she could sell the dagger for more coin than her chemise could have ever brought her. The crawling, thick feel of the air just around the sword gave her pause, but a sudden irrational thought of, "I found it; it is mine!" spurred her to recklessness and she grabbed hold of the blade and tore it away from its unnatural resting place.
Hindsight is a shrewish, sour old woman who delights in the misfortunes of others and Merro immediately found that she should have reached up and grabbed the hilt instead, for though the sword came away easily enough, once away from the strange air that had confined it the weapon gained its natural weight and slid down through her hand, slicing her fingers and palms before she could jerk her hand open and away. She cried out and grabbed her right hand with the other, examining her wounds with haste to see what damage might have been done, but as her eyes flickered over to the sword her hands dropped down slowly and were forgotten.
Though the wound had been quick work, blood still graced the blade in ribbons and fat droplets, but not for long. Before her very eyes, all the blood that lay upon the blade slowly seeped into the sword itself. This alone was startling enough, but the blade began to shift hue. What had been a tarnished, almost buttery looking metal now shone bright silver same as the hilt.
ooc: *moves on to the new day that Konami seems to be in* X3 The enscription on the blade is very ancient writing (Elven if you prefer, or simply "ancient") and probably can only be translated by a handful of people. It's not something that your grandpappy could read...it's ancient, not just old. It reads, "the essence of sacrifice."
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Posted: Thu Jul 21, 2005 1:45 pm
ooc: I'm sorry about the whole new day thing. ^^; I figured your character wouldn't have been discovered until much later, and I wanted to give you a headstart before I caught up with you. I didn't mean to screw up the continuity.
Letalus crouched by a bush, examining the flora with such intensity that it wouldn't have been a surprise if it burst into flames. He lifted his hand and gently lifted the broken branches up. He supposed they could have been broken by the storm, but he rather doubted it, for the tree he had just passed showed every sign of being kicked in frustration. Mother nature could have a temper, but he didn't expect she had feet.
The golem stood, flicking his gaze ahead to the sound of rushing water. He followed, grim, hoping that he wouldn't come across the waterlogged corpse of a spoiled girl, and found the ravine now full and swollen with a night's worth of rainwater. But no body.
He stared at the current, considering the possibilities. It didn't seem too strong at the moment, but during the chaos of the storm, it might have swept the girl downstream. Did she know how to swim? Was she stupid enough to cross it at night? He folded his arms across his chest, eyebrow lifted in thought. If she hadn't drowned and was still alive, she either went further downstream, or crossed it directly.
With sudden decisive action, he turned to head downstream. However, something caught his eye across the water -- leather? He came to a halt and turned, plunging into the water with barely a pause. If he registered the iciness of the water, he kept it inside, for his face was as blank as ever as he focused on what he could now clearly see. A boot.
I could have been anyone's boot, true, but Letalus took this for a better sign than his own reasoning. A boot was better than nothing. As he smoothly withdrew from the water, his woolen shirt heavy against his skin, he picked up the boot. It made a loud "thwock" as it popped from the suction of the mud.
He examined it critically, then gazed ahead for some other sign that someone had been here. There were no footprints, of course, as the rain had washed those away. Water from the river trickled over his features as he started at the imposing cliff that jutted up from the ground.
The cliff stared back with only a moderate amount of more emotion.
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Posted: Thu Jul 21, 2005 2:19 pm
Shu heard the birds begin to chirp outside of her room's window as she blinked a few times, still exausted from the previous night. She tossed the sheets off of herself, stood up next to her bed, and stretched with a loud "ruaaaaaagh". Shu turned to gather her bag of supplies and her Bo Staff, then gave a last look around.
The room was pretty empty, except for her bed and a chair next to a small desk, but it had a wonderful view of the country side. The bed was nothing more than an oversized hay stuffed bag, which would give anybody back pains through the night. The desk was a very old makeshift table, from a few slabs of wood being put together though poles and holes in itself, and the chair looked like it was about to fall apart. She thought to herself: "Well... You get what you pay for, it seems." and quickly headed out of the room, and down the stairs to the tavern room.
Shu stopped by the desk used for recording Inn activity, left a few pieces of gold on the counter and left out of the tavern as the man behind the desk took the gold and nodded.
Shu was in a small market villiage that seemed to bustle more than any other villiage of the same size she'd been to. There was countless people moving quickly from place to place, some with large sacks, some with baskets, and even some with a cart being moved by a small four legged animal.
Shu started down the only street, looking left and right for the main market place, where the business would take place, eager for some fresh fruit, or some bread. She came upon one such stand that sold fruit of all kinds, and even some that Shu had never heard of or seen before, which was strange, for Shu had been to many different towns, being the adventurer that she is. She walked nearer to the stand and inquired about one fruit, which seemed to look like a small, ice-blue flower.
"Ah, that fruit was invented a few hundred years ago by a powerful wizard named Rialkae. The original version of the fruit would enhance his powers to such a godly limit, he could cause a blizzard to strike anywhere, as long as he could see the destination off in the distance. Of course, this fruit here isn't nearly as powerful as that version, and instead only gives temporary ice and cold elemental magic. It still works for non-magical users too, however!"
"Oh wow! That's such an amazing fruit. I'll have to get a few of those for myself. Who knows when it'll come in handy."
Shu planned on filling her sack with fruit, and buying at least five of the said ice-flower fruits. However, the ice-flower fruit was so special, it cost twenty times that of a normal orange. She decided one was enough, as the power worked with each bite.
Shu grabbed arm fulls of assorted fruits: starfruit, oranges, bananas, a few mango fruit, and promptly put them into her bag. She then selected what looked to her as the best ice-flower fruit there was, and handed the man 30 silver pieces and walked off with a large smile on her face.
Having recovered from last night's ordeal, and restored her provisions, she began to think of what she'd do next. Almost instantly, she remembered the large ominous cloud that she'd seen last night. Of course, being the inquisitive adventurer she is, Shu begins heading in the direction of where the storm was.
ooc: I wanted to go longer... much longer, actually, but I didn't want to go too far with it. XD
Also, Rialkae is another of my Roleplay characters, but in this story, it's past his time. He's a very powerful wizard that used to tinker and create all sorts of magical artifacts that would look like naugt to the enemy during a war. The ice-flower fruit is one of his creations. The powerful version that he'd used before no longer exists, and instead, only this weaker version is available, but to the general public now.
Hope everybody's having fun so far. Pretty soon you'll get to see some of Shu's powers. :3 surprised oc
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Posted: Thu Jul 21, 2005 2:23 pm
ooc: "Mother nature could have a temper, but he didn't expect she had feet." *pounds desk laughing* Your babies. Let me have them.
No worries about head starts or continuity. ^^ Finding the shiney was the only thing that needed to be done alone, so now that she has the sword and has kick-started the pros and cons of the thing, she's ready to bump into another character. That's why I took care of the shiney-finding so soon in my roleplay. *lol* Besides, it worked out perfectly naturally so far as timing goes. ^^
*hammers out the details of the sword's abilities in her mind and then begins typing*
Merro was stupid enough to cross a river at night all right, but she wasn't so slow on the uptake in general. When a few more seconds passed with the sword lying there quietly on the ground instead of leaping up and charging at her in search of the rest of her lifeblood, she quickly stepped over and held her right hand over the blade. She wasn't au fait with all the various ways in which a magical sword might manifest power, but a greatly improved appearance was a good sign, and if she was going to bleed it might as well be to some purpose.
Of course, it would do her no good to bleed herself right into unconsciousness, so while she baptized the sword with her right hand, she tugged the gold trim off of the front of her - well, sort of hers - tunic. The stitching holding the cheap golden cloth on was half shredded already from being soaked and muddied and just generally abused, so all it took was a few quick jerks to break the remainind threads. As soon as she had the long ribbon of fabric freed, she wrapped up her right hand in what was probably the clumsiest field bandage ever tied. It did the job, however, and she soon had the blood staunched. Thankfully it was a simple flesh wound, so she didn't bother with the healing spell that severed tendons would have demanded. If it needed to be treated later for infection or what not, so be it. Right now she had an escape to make good.
Part of the reason that the bandage was so awkward was likely that Merro had only been paying half her attention to the wrapping and tying. The other half had been fixed upon the somewhat chilling view of her blood soaking slowly into what was to all appearances solid metal. The strange sword seemed to have a newly forged, razor-edged blade now instead of an old, battle-worn one. Having settled in her mind that she was most certainly past the point of no return she bent over, picked up the sword by the hilt, and held it up. Now that it was established that the sword was not in fact weightless, she found that it wasn't too heavy or cumbersome for her to use, despite the fact that it was longer than the short swords she'd practiced with. She glanced around but found no magical scabbard to go along with her new possession, and so tucked the sword into her belt. She would probably need both hands to climb with, and the crosspiece would keep the thing from slipping through and falling. Hopefully.
Preparations finished, she took a deep breath and headed for the mouth of the cave.
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Posted: Thu Jul 21, 2005 2:34 pm
After what seemed like an eternity, Joeye came upon what seemed to be a bar. Tiredly, she stared at it for a moment before registering what it was. A bar open early in the morning?
She had been walking for hours in the pouring rain. It had been pitch-dark. She passed only a handful of lightless houses. No cars passed by, so after a while, she got off the sidewalk and walked in the middle of the streets. For some reason, she was more afraid of someone jumping out of an alley and pouncing on her than being hit by a car. Then the rain slowed and stopped. The sky began to lighten. Joeye realized she just walked away the entire night. She started shivering in her soaked clothes and felt incredibly tired. Upon looking down, she saw that she was no longer standing on concrete; the ground beneath her feet was unpaved and muddy.
And now there was no hostel or inn in sight. There was only a handful of shops that were starting to open for the day's business.
The open bar still perplexed Joeye. What's a bar doing open so early in the morning? Oh well, maybe someone inside can tell me where the closest hostel or inn is, she thought. Squaring her shoulders, she walked into the bar.
The interior was lit by candles and gas lamps, which also perplexed Joeye. Are they trying to have a Renaissance theme here? she wondered. She then noticed the people and their clothes. They looked like they belonged in some old-fashioned play. Yup, Renaissance theme. They also stared at her. Joeye didn't blame them; she was all bedrangled and soaking wet.
The bartender looked like something out of a movie, fat with an apron and polishing wineglasses. When she drew closer, he grinned wide, revealing black teeth and several gaps where teeth were supposed to be. "Why, hallo thar, li'l girl. Whatchu doin' 'round these parts?"
"Where is the closest hostel or inn?" she asked, ignoring his question.
"Dunno 'bout no 'ostel, but we gotta room 'vailable. Twenny golds fo' a day."
She had just that much; getting the room would render her goldless. Besides, she wasn't sure she'd like to sleep under the same roof as someone as sketchy as this bartender.
He must have guessed she didn't have enough, because he said quickly, "Ye kin sell that purty li'l halo you got there. Pawnshop's 'cross th' street."
Her eyebrows snapped together. She had encountered this situation before. "That's like asking me to cut off my hand and sell it, mister. Dammit, what makes you people think it's removable?!"
Huffily, she stormed out of the bar.
ooc: tried to catch up with the daytime too ^^
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Posted: Thu Jul 21, 2005 5:54 pm
Sunnty woke the next morn refresed and happy. It was still raining but she did not mind. Going over to the basen she watched her face and hands in the cool water. She summoned her cloak and hat and staff over to her and also her magical pouch and put every thing on carfully.
hurrying down the stairs she herd the bartender yell to her and she pulled out some of her gold and left it on the table. "Thanks for the room," She said and hedded out the door in to the some what morning,
She kept to the shadows and dark cornors He face still shadowed by her hat. It was a good thing to that it was dark since the bright light usuly made her vision blury.
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Posted: Thu Jul 21, 2005 6:13 pm
As soon as Joeye stepped outside, her halo fell over her eye again, as if it knew it had been the object of attention. With a scowl, she yanked it back up. "Stupid halo," she growled. She couldn't really ask anybody if it was normal for halos to fall over one's head; she didn't know anybody else who was born with a halo. She had other questions too, like whether she was a competent swordsman who just had the misfortune to have a cranky mentor like Master Dobbs, or if it was normal that she had wings that couldn't make her fly. She had plenty of questions, but the nature of her hometown kept her from finding answers, and...
Joeye's trail of thought left her as she took a good look around her. The streets were more lively now, with people bustling about their businesses. But everybody was clothed in the same garb as the people had in the bar: old-fashioned, definitely something that did not come from the twenty-first century.
A warp? Joeye wondered, her heart pounding. She heard about them before; her mother told her all about them. It was a warp that allowed her biological parents to meet. Maybe she hadn't been walking that far. Maybe there was a reason why the back gate was never opened. The thought made her shiver. My house is in a different time zone. It would be a long time before anybody could find me here. Well, if never. Then she lifted her chin. Well. That suits me pefectly fine, doesn't it? There's nobody here who can catch me and stuff me back into Crewel Manor, along with those two horrid boys who call themselves my brothers.
Now that she had a better grasp of her situation, Joeye turned to the issue of money. She didn't have a lot of gold. She would have to pawn something. Her hand came up to finger her choker. It was a silver star, with a black velvet ribbon. But Mom gave this to me for my thirteenth birthday.
Her gaze hardened with resolve, and she marched into the pawnshop across the street.
The man at the shop counter was no more reputable-looking than the bartender with missing teeth. He was tall and gangly, with skin that seemed too loose for his bones. He still had all his yellowed, crooked teeth, but large chunks of his wiry, white hair were missing. He leered as she marched up to the counter. "Eighty golds for that halo, missy."
Missy?! Eighty golds?! She was about to indignantly reply, when something under the glass counter caught her eye.
It was a diamond upon a golden chain that was so thin and delicate, it didn't look like it could hold anything. The stone was huge, in the shape and size of a gold coin. Her retort died at her lips. The necklace glittered up at her, from its open red velvet box. "How much is that?" she demanded, pointing.
"Oh, this?" the man took out the box with the necklace. "Most expensive thing in the shop, missy. Can't even put a price to it. But I can part with it in exchange for your halo, wings, the sword on your back, and a hundred golds."
She almost forgot about her jian. It was wrapped in a black cloth and tied to her back, with the silver handle sticking out. "The halo and wings are parts of my body, mister. That's like asking me to pay with an arm and a leg! Literally!"
"That's how much this costs." He licked his lips as he looked at her halo again. "We can find a mage who can take off your halo and wings, if they're that hard to get off."
Joeye wanted that necklace. She never wanted anything more in her life. She wanted it so much that she seriously considered the man's offer to see a mage. Then she caught herself. "I see." She began backing out, towards the door. "I'll think about it. Thank you."
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Posted: Thu Jul 21, 2005 6:15 pm
It had been two days ago since Anya heard word of the unicorn tiara. It was a tiara that had a horn from an unicorn in the center and an asort gems with spells in them, placed around it. It was said to grant the wear any power he or she wished. Anya had thought nothing of it when she first heard of it, then she thought was some powers she would not mind having, such as time travling.
To be continued..... As soon as possible.
ooc:I am having fun with this, to bad I am not on my computer (on mothers) My computer is having troubles up the ying yang. >< From getting online to computer screen chaning colors on me every 10 mins.
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Posted: Thu Jul 21, 2005 7:32 pm
Siri couldn't sleep that night. She kept seeing various sketches contained in the diary whenever she closed her eyes. But when she opened them she remembered her father's angry face when he walked in the house earlier. Eventually she did manage some sleep and awoke to hear her father banging around in the kitchen.
"Is he trying too cook somthing without magic?" Siri whispered while slowly crawling out of bed and dragging her feet while she walked to the kitchen.
"Good morning!" Her father said with the biggest smile Siri had ever seen, but she would have been blind not to know it was fake.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing, nothing at all! Is there anything wrong with a father wanting to make breakfast for his favorite daughter?" He asked. Siri would have laughed at the confused look on his face as he tried to sort through the few cooking supplies they owned.
"Yeah there is actually. Why aren't you using magic?" Siri asked grabbing the coudron out of his hands. Siri would have thought he could have figured out how to make breakfast if he knew how to make a potion.
"Because I can't," He said simply. Siri dropped the couldron.
"Wait, WHAT!"
"I can't use magic. It's in your family heirloom." It took Siri a bit to understand what these two sentances had to do with each other. She'd known you could store magic in staffs, and in her case arrows, but she'd never known anything could take all of someone's magic.
"Wait, why is it in my family heirloom? Besides me how are you connected to my family, besides me?"
"Just you mostly. I don't know the details. All I know is that you have to find it."
"And then what?"
"Wear it and don't lose it. Then take it to the temple on Mount Kiadawel. Once there you can restore my magic. Just read the diary carefully and handle the heirloom carefully."
"Why?" Siri asked even though she wasn't sure if she wanted to know the answer.
"I don't know, it just seems like something you should be carefull about," he said shrugging.
"Thanks Dad," Siri's father laughed and ruffled Siri's hair.
"You'll do fine."
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Posted: Thu Jul 21, 2005 8:41 pm
Joeye kept on walking. The necklace was clearly imprinted in her mind, glittering enticingly everytime she closed her eyes. I have to have that necklace, she thought. She fluttered her wings lightly and grimaced at the thought of them being removed. It might be a relief to have them gone. Then I can wear the clothes that everybody else wears without cutting slits in the back.
But then the thought of somebody else enjoying her wings and her halo did not sit well with Joeye. And the sword was the only thing she had of her biological father. No. Not my wings and halo and jian. I'll have to find something else to pay for the necklace. Soon.
When she took a good look around her, she realized she walked into a marketplace. It was crowded, noisy, and smelly. A wagon full of chickens in cages rolled before her. Joeye wrinkled her nose and then spied a fruit stand with peaches in crates. Her stomach rumbled, and she remembered she hadn't eaten dinner nor breakfast.
"Oh dear, look at you," tut-tutted someone behind Joeye.
Joeye turned away from contemplating the display of peaches to find a tall, heavyset woman who could easily be Mrs. Santa Claus. "Can I help you?"
"My dear, you're all soaked! You might catch a cold. Go on, hurry home and let your momma take care of you. Goodness, I won't be surprised if she'll give you a sound scolding..."
An idea slowly formed in Joeye's mind. She lowered her head. "I...I'm afraid that's not possible, ma'am," she said sadly. "You see, when I came to a few days ago, I lost my memory, and...and..." this was the part where she was supposed to burst into tears, but she wasn't that great an actress.
The woman clapped her hand to her mouth. "Oh my goodness. You mean you're all alone and you have no place to go?"
Joeye nodded.
"Why don't you come with me, dear child? My name is Mrs. Bibb, and I manage a tavern not far from here. We have a spare room and some spare clothes..."
She widened her eyes. "That's very kind of you, ma'am. But I couldn't just impose on you..."
"Oh, well then, don't think of it as imposing. As it happens, I'm looking for a dishwasher. You can do that to earn your keep." Mrs. Bibbs smiled kindly. "It's not good for a little angel like you to be wandering about town like this."
Joeye wasn't happy at being made a dishwasher, and she wished she just jumped on the initial offer instead of acting all timid about it. "That will be...wonderful." She lowered her eyes, as if too overcome with the woman's kindness.
"Well then, come, come. Goodness, we must do something to save that pretty dress of yours..."
Joeye's gaze strayed in the direction of the pawnshop. Tonight, she promised herself. I'll steal away and come back tonight.
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Posted: Thu Jul 21, 2005 9:08 pm
Anya was going to head out of the town she heard about the tiara that night, but a storm had other plans for her. Besides she didn't have much gold or supplies for camping.
Anya reached in to her sash to pull out her gold pack too find four gold coins left.
"Hm..... Not enough to buy the stuff I need. Damn looks like I got to pull out the old skills of thievery again."
Anya tossed her coin pouch in the air a few time while she looked around for her pray, when she saw the bar. An evil smile came across her face to reveal her fangs. With one finally toss of her pouch, she grabbed it in the air and walked to the bar.
She drapped her wings over her like a cape as she stepped in to the smokey room. With a quick glance around she found her target.
To be continued.
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Posted: Thu Jul 21, 2005 9:41 pm
Siri wished she had her father's confidence in her. Mostly Siri was worried she'd get badly injured far away from any civilization and bleed to death, or somthing similar, as her healing spells almost never worked. On more than one occasion she's made things worse.
"How's the packing comming?" Siri's father had just stuck his head in Siri's bedroom as Siri stood staring at her empty backpack. "That well huh?"
"I. Don't. Know. What. I'm. Doing." Siri said slowly.
"Sure ya do. Treat it like going on a trip with-"
"With a worm eaten map?"
"No, more like map in a language you can't understand." Siri's father picked up the diary that had fallen to the floor the night before. "But you're a smart girl. You can figure it out. Now c'mon! Put you spell book in the bag, strap your dagger to your belt, and grab your dratted bow and arrows. You've got a job to do. I remember my first adventure....."
"Dad no," Siri said not wanting to hear the story. She didn't want to hear about any gruesome injuries, her dad getting hopelessly lost, or any other catastrophe that might happen to anyone on an adventure. He shrugged and walked out of her bedroom leaving Siri to pack. Siri grabbed her spellbook and the diary and shoved it into her bag. She grabbed her other supplies and walked towards the door.
"Bye Dad," Siri said looking at her father with a pitiful look on her face. She was hoping that he'd break down and tell her she didn't have to go.
"Have fun!" But of course he'd have to answer as if she was leaving to go visit a friend down the road.
"I'm thinking the magic wasn't the only thing that got stuffed in the heirloom," Siri muttered under her breath as she walked out the door. She paused to look around the place she grew up. She didn't really want to leave alone like this. She'd always pictured her first quest taking long strides next to a tall handsom man (what's a girl without her fantasies?) and one of her childhood friends. "Whatever, this is for Dad remember?" With that she just simply walked away from her home, and away from the village. It wasn't long before she'd realized that she had forgotten to eat breakfast in her worry about leaving.
"Real smart Siri. Great move, and now you're talking to yourself." Siri shook her head violently hoping her father's insanity wasn't contagious.
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Posted: Thu Jul 21, 2005 10:30 pm
Nami ran through a dark alley way from the direction of the school. She ran so fast that if she felt ike she stopped she would be sent flying. Making her way through the crooked streets, her shoes covered in mud from the rain puddles.
The road started to become rugged. Nami sliped in her footing and wonded up flying in mid-air, and hitting the ground with a hard thud. Her knees scraped, agasint the had jagged rocks. She felt the rain strenghtin its pour while she lay on the ground. She slowly manuvered herself so she was sitting on the ground. She looked at her legs, they were torn up with her flesh part showing but no blood was there for the rain washd it away. She felt her forehead witch know ached with pain.
She had a small gash on the right of her forhead. She realized that she needed to treat her wounds. She used her pole to help her get up, and realized in the fall that she had also twisted her ankle in the process. She walked limply using her pole as her only support, by then she was already out of the town and in the fields so no one was there to come to her aid. She thought to herself " need to get out of this rain". Her vision fogged up as she walked, she felt like she was starting to hullucinate, for she saw little lights dance around the path. She felt weak mentally and physically, She thought to herself "I'm so weak, one little trip and I'm already in pain". She felt like she was drifting away from her own body as she walked. Her vision blurred, and the ground fell to her back. Nami was on the ground unconcence...
occ:OK I know that I spelled unconchence wroung, and I'm sorry for that...Anyway I hope I can get more in soon.
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Posted: Fri Jul 22, 2005 12:11 am
Merro popped out of her hidey hole and began climbing the rest of the way up out of the ravine she had so suddenly fallen into the night before. No amount of stretching and magical distractions could completely do away with such sore muscles as she had, and so she took a great deal of care as she climbed, searching out the easiest path and most secure handholds. The extra time she took was a strain upon her already battered body, but it was a lighter price than a hasty ascent might demand of her.
Without any idea that great heaping cartloads of brunette ill luck were coming closer and closer to her present location with every passing minute, she continued laboring under the delusion that all the Saints passed their free time by plotting ways to hinder her. As soon as she gained the somewhat level ground at the top of the ravine, Merro muttered a sort of prayer of thanks-for-nothing-ness while catching her breath. If there was a patron saint assigned to the peace of mind of young and reckless runaways, the Holy One took no offense and graciously kept Merro's mind comparatively easy by preventing the young woman from looking east and catching sight of her pursuer. Instead, Merro simply looked away from the rising sun and scanned the westward horizon. Spotting a road and far beyond a faint blur and smoky haze that just had to be a town, Merro scrambled to her feet and began walking as swiftly as she could towards what was hopefully freedom.
After about an hour of determined walking through thin copses and over lumpy hillocks and in between clinging shrubs, she had warmed up to the point where her muscles were loose once more, but she felt oddly drained at the same time. She had known hunger and physical exhaustion before to the point where she was practically intimate friends with the sensations but this was neither of them. After staggering and nearly falling, Merro stopped for a moment to lean against a sturdy tree and catch her breath. She soon found, however, that it was not her breath that needed steadying but rather her mind. Her body was well enough but she somehow felt as if she'd gone without sleep for some time or had cast one too many spells.
She'd only awoken less than two hours ago from a sodden sleep and the last spell she had cast had been a month ago. Confused and sensing that she was too confused to figure out why she was confused, Merro grew angry at nothing in particular. She shifted her weight a bit and then snarled and jerked her newly acquired sword out from her belt so that it wouldn't be prodding her in the back as she rested. The thing nearly got chucked out of petty irritation but then something caught her eye. The sword looked tarnished once more.
Frowning, she held the weapon up and took a closer look, turning it this way and that to catch the light filtering down through the trees. It wasn't nearly as decrepit looking as when she had first grabbed a hold of it, but there was definitely a discolored patch near the crossguard. Not able to make much sense of it - and to be perfectly honest not certain that she hadn't simply missed seeing it before - Merro shook her head in disgust and let the sword swing down.
I'm just hungry, that's all, she thought to herself, and began walking once more. She kept on westward but the strange dizziness had her distracted and her gait became a sort of zombie-like shamble which had her tripping over exposed roots and ricocheting off of tree trunks now and again. She would rake her gaze over brushes whenever she thought of it but never caught sight of any fruit or berry that looked remotely edible.
She tripped suddenly and this time was sent crashing to her hands and knees. Thankfully the sword simply fell flat on the ground in front of her instead of doing her any further harm, and Merro found herself staring at it once more. The discoloration had spread. So had the wearying sensation, however, and it took a moment for her to even recall why this was even something she should be concerned over. A quick rustle to the left of her distracted her from magical to practical issues at hand, and she found herself staring at a game hen caught in a trapper's snare. Merro blinked at this unexpected heaven-send for a moment and then made a quick decision. It was time for breakfast.
She had never eaten anything raw before but tinderboxless runaways could not be choosers and in her muddled thoughts it was either raven or starve, so she quickly grasped the sword and with a quiet thwack! against the tree trunk that the snare was tied to, beheaded Goodwife Featherbottom.
The dizzy sensation fell away from her so swiftly that she actually toppled onto her backside with surprise.
"Wha..." she blurted, and then stopped, startled by the sound of her own voice. It was not as if she had anyone to talk to anyway. Merro clamped her lips shut and then stared at the dead hen and the bloody blade which was still embedded lightly in the tree trunk. Her mind suddenly clear, she sat for a moment in fierce concentration, trying to fit the puzzle pieces of her current situation together. At the conclusion of her brainstorm, though she couldn't be certain any of the possibilities she'd come up with were accurate, one thing seemed clear.
"The Saints hate me," she growled, and then leaped up and kicked Goodwife Featherbottom's detached head as hard as she could.
ooc: *previews post* Cripes, I did it again. @_@
FYI, I had received permission from Konami to blithely time-warp my way out of Letalus' way. XD
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Posted: Fri Jul 22, 2005 1:08 am
She walked silently until she some people gigling, She looked around for the voince as she looked away she tripped over aleg and fell lon the ground. Her hat had come off and sunny looked around. she herd more laughing,
"Look who is back again, The lone dark mage." Said a boy he moved closer to her,
Sh did not look at him just tried to grab her hat and get on her way. As she pulled at her hat some one else stepped on it.
"You know that circlet around her head must be work a few gold peices though it looks relly tarnished," Said the boy who had spoken earlier, he steped closer and put out his hands to grab the circlet around sunnys head, Sunny on the other hand had been chanting the wind around her had started to pick up.
"What on earth is going on," Yelled the boy, Sunny did not stand but the jewl on her staff glowed. The boys ran off. leaveing sunny looking at the ground she carfully picked up her hat And dusted it off and put it back on then with simple word the wind dispeared and sunny left the town with out any one stopping her.
Entering the forest Sunny jumped up into one of the trees and sat back,
"Why does this always happen?" She asked her self as she sat back for a peace ful break
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