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 Posted: Tue Aug 02, 2011 8:05 am
Cormag "There is always a yin to every yang."| Wyvern Lord of Frelia
Cormag awoke in shock, the feeling returning to his extremities in a burst of heat. Where was he? How did he even get here? Last thing he remembered was that he was about to be knighted by Princess Tana...oh, Princess Tana! Was she safe? Whatever got him must have reached her as well. His insides squirmed with anxious fears, his eyes darting around the dimly lit cell.
There wasn't much in with him, a few trays with old and disgusting food were shoved to the side of his cell. They must have expected him to eat that trash, he'd prefer starvation at this point. Bits of hay littered the ground, a mound of it was underneath him and that must have been meant as a makeshift bed. At the northeastern most corner of his prison, a large clump was dedicated to bowel movements and urinary functions. "Great...jail. What in the nine hells did I do to deserve this? I mean, I helped destroy the most ancient of evils...yet here I am, a common prisoner." He was talking to himself, knees pulled close to his chest and he tugged at the fabric he wore.
It was like a sackcloth, similar to what farmers carried potatoes in. It reminded him of his brother, Glen. The thought made him smile slightly, he missed his brother so much that just the thought caused a dull ache in his chest. But a sound, a quiet yet unmistakeable sound resonated in the room around him. Mew. There was a cat just outside of the cell, looking intently at his food...but the bars were just too tight to squeeze into. Smiling genuinely, he took a piece of the bread and stuffed it through the bars. But the cat, seeing him move, darted away in fear. "Don't be afraid, little kitty..." His voice was soft, kinder than what most would expect to hear from a wyvern knight.
Wyvern! Genarog! What had happened to his beloved partner, the dreaded wyvern Genarog? Was he still alive? At this point, Cormag could only hope that his friend was captured the same as he...and not worse, being used as food for the men that kept himself prisoner. "Don't worry, buddy...I'll get you when I can." Dropping the bread for the cat, he retracted his arms and inspected them as he did so. A few wounds, nothing too serious though...perhaps a simple flogging to try and arouse him from his slumber? The muscles in his arms flexed, the powerful sinews and cords that represented his strength bulged. Oh, he'd get out...but what then?
Original Post Skeleton by Angelo Inferni
Modified for current use by Mephis Inferni
Because he is too damn lazy to make his own.
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Posted: Tue Aug 02, 2011 5:38 pm
 [Location: Arajudia Prison] [Mood: Irritable] [Health: Okay] [Tome: N/A] Hugh looked at Cyric with a raised brow. He had a point really. Even if Hugh managed to extract the information from the regally dressed man, he doubted it would help their situation much. Unless he had the key to their cells. Still, he was an important figure to the occupying army and that was something to be used. He contemplated many plans of escape during his capture. Most ended in him being caught by the whole of the garrison and being executed in front of the prisoners. That's why he had resolved to get everybody out, if only to make a good distraction. "Well, If you want to withhold information, I can't say I blame you. Although it would help stave off my boredom."
Hugh leaned against the cell, playing with a strand of his hair that had grown to reach his face. "I need a hair-cut..." He said to himself, realizing how moot that point was until he got out of their. As he mused, he noticed two people had joined into this would-be conversation. One man who had made note of the regal clothing as well, and another who seemed to be speaking the language of Elibe, a priest at that! It seemed he wasn't alone after all.
Hugh casually looked side to side at the ends of the hallway of cells. Not that he could really see the ends since they were obscured by darkness. He did spot a peculiar site though. An old man sat crouched in front of a cell that was said to hold a winged person in their. The only thing Hugh ever saw that had wings were Pegasi, Wyverns, Birds, and a Dragon. Although he had tried to erase the battle with the Demon Dragon from his mind. Getting back on topic, Hugh looked at the old man who seemed to have no idea what he was doing. If he did, he didn't seem to be doing it well. It surprised Hugh to see a man who seemed to be so senile was still in the army. However, he couldn't help but feel this could be useful.
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Posted: Thu Aug 04, 2011 7:35 pm
Chince was ready to go. She had always been ganged up on for being a female and a good fighter. All this meant was that she was better at taking out large groups rather then single soldiers. She heard a noise coming down the street of armor shifting. Sticking her head out the door, she saw Clara putting on enemy armor.
"Clara is found. Armor too found." She said in her butchered accent pointing out the door. She hoped to draw the girls attention by waving. It didn't work. She then picked up a rock and threw right past her head landing quietly enough in a puddle nearby. Now that she had her attention she was ready to put on one of the nearby suits of armor.
"I have feeling hope is real. Prisoners alive. So we go rescue them now." Chince said optimistically half believing everything she said. With that the red head walked out and started stripping armor from guards to bring back in, encouraging Clara to help her... regardless of how angry she might be at the moment.
(edit: sorry about being gone for... too long. I'm worried school will be stealing me again soon, so I'll try to be as helpful as possible now. If I do go absent again for more then three days where my opinion matters, I'll give Ziram permission to do with me as he must since he appears to be squad leader.)
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Posted: Thu Aug 04, 2011 8:28 pm
With the other guards out of sight, Janaff sighed and decided to close his eyes again- but he didn't get to rest long, as the scent of meat wafted into his nose and caused his stomach somersault. With a rather annoyed look on his face, he opened his eyes to find- to his great surprise- an old man crouched in front of his cell. He furrowed his brow at the aged beorc's question- and especially, the contradictory behavior.
The hawk laguz listened to him speak with attention to every detail, any telltale signs. He did not seem to be lying... even more, that benign look did not at all belong in a place such as this. "Never said otherwise," Janaff finally stated, as an answer to the question about his hunger. He leaned forward to pick a drumstick off the floor and examined it in a perplexed manner.
The old guy had sounded honest. There was not a hint of that air of superiority, of disgust. He could be an actor, not to mention the whole dropping-food-on-the-ground part. Albeit the man could've just been cautious. He was right to be. Janaff wasn't sure he'd want to let a chance for a hostage pass... or keys, or a tool of some kind. The irony of their mutual untrustworthiness got Janaff to crack a smile, when his visitor spoke again. It was exactly what he needed.
"Be my guest, it's yours anyways. You'll be doing me a favor by proving me wrong, after all. Not to disregard your kindness, but poison is really the typical assumption for situations like these." He shrugged slightly, as if saying how troublesome. "The guards were talking about something a moment ago that has left me thinking they're gonna pull out the drugs sooner or later, and it's not like I'd make it easy. You would be convenient for this task."
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Posted: Fri Aug 05, 2011 1:07 am
Cormag "There is always a yin to every yang."Wyvern Lord of Frelia
After a few minutes passed, his eyes finally started adjusting to the darkness of the holding cells. It seemed every cell had someone in it, and more than just a few of them seemed very discontented with their lot. Things were bad at this point, but they could get much worse if he caused trouble. "For the love of Magvel, where am I? This isn't a Grado prison, the conditions are a little too nice..." Rambling to himself, he looked to his right and took note of a man with blazing red hair.
The agitation radiating off the man came through in waves, almost as if he could feel the same thing. But maybe that was just his mind trying to trick him, which would not surprise him in the slightest at this point. Moving across the cell, he leaned against the bars and looked at the man quizzically. "Hey...may not be the best place for small talk, but since nothing is going on as it is...how in the hell did we get in here?" With his right hand, Cormag massaged his temple trying to remember anything at all...There was a door...but...no luck, still just a blank in his mind.
Original Post Skeleton by Angelo Inferni
Modified for current use by Mephis Inferni
Because he is too damn lazy to make his own.
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Posted: Fri Aug 05, 2011 1:52 pm
 "Uweh?! Poison?! Poison in my food?" Chama shrieked. "Ohhh, nooo! Poison! This is bad! Ooooh, oooh! Why did I eat?! You betray me, stomach...! Ohhh... oohhh.... ..." Old man Chama's whimpering died down and eventually he grew completely silent and still. It seemed like perhaps he was dead.
"zzzzzzz." A snore broke the old man's silence. After a few more snores, his bubble burst and he awoke once again. "Uweh... eh... wha?!" He looked up at the shapeshifter and stared a moment. "...Oh, hello, I don't think we've met! MY! What beautiful wings you have! Such curious and appealing creatures you shifters are. If only things were different for you..." He looked down at the chicken on the floor. "Oooh, I'm interrupting your dinner, my apologies. I'll leave you alone, then."
Old man Chama struggled to stand back up, mumbling incoherently along with random chuckles the entire way up. "Oof! They don't make legs like they used to, uweheh! Well now, before I go, is there anything I can go you, young man?"
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Posted: Sat Aug 06, 2011 5:50 am
 It wasn't like she was startled. Something like....she didn't want to sound stupid. Venetia rarely ever encountered any other beorcs or laguz on Tellius and whenever she said something it was either calling them stupid, a moron, vile creatures or just dumbasses. She grew up isolated in Begnion with her mother, can you blame her if she was straight forward with what she said? Despite reading every book that existed in Crimea, encountering an actual person just to learn on the field wasn't something she came across ever so often...so she just kept quiet and said small words like "Yes" or "No".....and when she got into fights..the occasional "What are you? Stupid? Get out of my face." Emotions and mannarism wasn't something Venetia was good at so whatever came to her mind was whatever she said. At first, Venetia thought she was in Daein. Given that there were laguz prisoners here..however, several others were not recognized as any sort of kingdom in Tellius. She overheard on her way in about 'Estarcia' and 'Learania'. "Did everyone get captured for trespassing? Is that the reason why we're here? How stupid." The sage sat up straight, then covered her mouth. She meant to say that in her mind, yet somehow it came to be outloud instead.
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Posted: Sun Aug 07, 2011 3:38 pm
 It couldn't be, right? A sense of urgency overcame the bird laguz as the old man struggled and cried out, possibly under the effects of poison. Janaff leapt forward, grabbing the bars with his hands, facing Chama. "Old man! Hang on there! HELP! SOMEONE'S DYING! HELP, YOU DEAF BASTARDS, IT'S ONE OF YOUR OWN!!" He had gotten up and was shouting in the direction the guards had gone, to no effect. When the area immediately beside him had quieted down, he looked down slowly, paling. "...Old man?" He asked, tentative... and then... a loud snore emerged from the body.
Janaff knelt beside Chama, reaching out an arm to shake the man a few times. "Old man...?" To his surprise and exasperation, the geezer woke up in sudden confusion, perfectly healthy. Janaff would have groaned, but he was interrupted by the strange talk that immediately followed the man's awakening. "-We just met two min-" Laguz aren't creatures, you- "-But you're the one who gave me-" the old man had just gotten up and started to mumble and chuckle for no apparent reason, before Janaff could get a thought in edgewise.
The hawk laguz peered up at the apparent amnesiac, at a loss for words. ...What is this senile old man even doing here? Doing a poor job of mentally destabilizing the prisoners? He gave his own uncertain chuckle, listening as the man asked if he needed anything. "...Do you have any more of these?" Janaff finally spoke, a dirty piece of much-abused chicken pinched between two fingers.I c wat u did thar.
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Posted: Tue Aug 09, 2011 11:58 am
Old man Chama slowly nodded as he grinned. "I'll bring some more by, tomorrow." His tone was much more level. "In the mean time...." He subtly pointed with a finger that peeked out of his sleeve. "Just hide the bones in the corner. Can't let the guards see them, after all, ehh? Heh hack!" With that, he bowed his head gracefully to the shifter and then hobbled slowly down the corridor.
The prison warden's next stop was at the cell of the newest prisoner. He was humming a cheerful melody, and smiling brightly at everyone who looked at him. He even greeted them with a polite 'good afternoon'. When he arrived at Cyric's cell, he hobbled as he turned to face inside. "Hellooo? New person? Helloooo?" Since the Estarcian still had his back facing outward, the old man couldn't see his face and so could not see any new face. "You are in there, yees? Helloooo?" He really wasn't going to stop until Cyric responded.
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Posted: Tue Aug 09, 2011 12:58 pm
Ziaram  You may call me useless for the fact that I am learning swordsmanship with my left arm So his group was ready to move out. At least two people in it were good with the armor. He really hadn't thought about how Lena would fair with the armor, and now thought it wasn't a good idea. Now all they would need to do was...find the found Clara.
Well, wasn't that lucky? She was back in their area. Well that saved them a lot of time of searching. They could get a head start into the enemy stronghold. Jogging out there, he took one look around. So far no enemy soldiers in the area. That was good. They could be stragglers that were ambushed or something like that. Things are going better than they seemed beforehand.
"The prison is at the center of the city. We need to make our way there. We are the frontal assault, and that way Horatio and his group can get inside. Everything clear?" Seemed pretty straightforward to him after all. I say that this is just another challenge for me to overcome while my arm is recovering
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Posted: Tue Aug 09, 2011 1:42 pm
Without knowing I'm alone underneath this moonlight
I've got a feeling that fragile things are being moved far off
By the power of always believing you'll be near me
I called out only your name
Inside this light...
On nights where it's like I can't catch hold of anything
There isn't a day I don't think about it -Cyric- How many hours passed, Cyric thought. Probably none...or maybe 2..he couldn't tell. The only light they had was the small torch lights on the wall. His other cellmates conversed among each other...some to themeslves by mistake or thoughts slipped out. He stopped paying attention after a while and simply closed his eyes for a bit. But even then he couldn't get some time to think what his next move should be. Not that Cyric could do much in his current situation....actually he couldn't do anything at all, but that wasn't stopping him trying to plan ahead despite it being a waste probably. "Hellooo?" Cyric's attention perked up for a second. "New Person? Helloooo?" There it was again..should he answer? Or just leave him alone? Maybe he'll leave if he doesn't answer, assuming the old man was talking to him. He kept quiet for a minute, curious for a moment. "You are in there, yees? Hellooo?" Funny..real funny. The king cleared his throat. "I can hear you just fine." Cyric replied, turning to look over his shoulder.
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I've been searching for the future forever.
I've been searching for the future with you
You quietly gazed at me
Call out my name underneath this moonlight
I promise I'll go see you, no matter where
To your side
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Posted: Tue Aug 09, 2011 1:48 pm
 Clara Risna
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Clara had almost gotten the full armor on when she heard a door open. She quickly stuffed the helmet on her head, though it didn't work out too well. Lucky for her that said person was an ally. Her ponytail got in the way of fully putting it on. This was the biggest helmet around here. She readjusted her ponytail so the helmet would fit.
As she put her sword back on her hip she saw someone else in armor come out. The bits of black hair and sword made her think it was Ziaram. So they had a plan to be the frontal assault. Clara made her way over to the said man.
"Good thing we found each other," She said.
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Posted: Tue Aug 09, 2011 4:54 pm
"Ehhhh? Who..." He scratched his head. "Ooooh! There you are. Didn't see you there!" Of course, saying that seemed odd, considering that the man was sitting pretty much in the middle of the cell. Some of the imprisoned soldiers looked at each other oddly. They had seen him at least once before when they had first been imprisoned, but not enough to really get an impression. The old man's mannerisms were certainly peculiar, especially for who he was supposed to be.
"I'm the warden here, you can call me Chama. ...Or Yourab Urden, like my guards do! I'd prefer not though, it's a rather strange name... I'm not quite sure where they got it from..." He stroked his beard pensively. "But in any case, Chama will do! I just came down here to introduce myself to you and the others I haven't met yet, and..." His squinted eyes opened slightly. "Ooooh, such fine clothing you wear! Estarcian design, yes? Huweh heh! Such flaunty whippersnappers! Ol' Chanti sure has taste, I tell you what..." The fact that the man he spoke so casually about was Chanticlier, the former Estarcian king, probably went over nearly everyone's heads; and not just because they didn't know he was dead. In fact, by the way Chama spoke, it didn't seem as if he knew, either. "Heh heh.. oooh, but you don't want to hear an old man's tales. Tell me, is there any request I can grant for you?"
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Posted: Tue Aug 09, 2011 8:00 pm
Without knowing I'm alone underneath this moonlight
I've got a feeling that fragile things are being moved far off
By the power of always believing you'll be near me
I called out only your name
Inside this light...
On nights where it's like I can't catch hold of anything
There isn't a day I don't think about it -Cyric- Cyric couldn't help but blink in confusion at the old man's behavior, he turned to face the old man, getting a better look at him. In fact, he couldn't quite make him out to be one of these...Mordacheans. He was baffled in some ways or another as to how cheery he was to whatever situation. If anybody could see the King's face right now, they could clearly see a blank stare of confusion to the old man.
He shook his head after a bit. Chama huh? He's heard of him...but this was the first time Cyric has ever met eye to eye with him and now that he has....strange fellow is all this former captain had to say. He didn't seem bad actually...but there's no way to say for certain Cyric can trust him just yet.
Although once more, Cyric was brought back to his dumbfounded look. "F-Flaunty?" he managed to spit out the statement of his clothing. W-Was he really dressed that flashy? Its not like Cyric knew how commoners dressed....actually he thought the way he dressed was more less flamboyant than most Estarcians. Cyric blinked a couple times more but soon snapped back to reality when he was offered a 'request'. The king thought for a moment. Could this be a trap? Or was he seriously willing to carry out a request. "A request...hm?" studying the old man for a bit, Cyric turned to the others in the cell, looked at each and every one of them for a moment then turned back to Chama.
"Release everyone, Learanian and Estarcians. Vern got what he wanted, did he not? If so, then he should have no more use of the others but myself."
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I've been searching for the future forever.
I've been searching for the future with you
You quietly gazed at me
Call out my name underneath this moonlight
I promise I'll go see you, no matter where
To your side
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Posted: Fri Aug 12, 2011 11:32 am
- Kierkess Renvald - At first, Kierkess didn't notice the blonde man in the cell in front was calling out to him. This was understandable, really, given that he was still struggling to accept the incomprehensible idea that he was imprisoned here for no reason besides that the city simply saw it fit to do so. He was also still mulling about different theories in his head as to just where the hell he was. The Warp staff thing did seem the most likely given that his other theories were complete nonsense, but then being bonked over the head with a Warp staff and sent to an enemy camp without him noticing any part of the process was only mostly nonsense.
When he did realize he was being addressed, Kierkess focused his already open eyes and noticed Cormag for the first time. He really had to have been depressed to not have noticed by now after all his time gazing intensely right in front of him, but the man seemed sort of...familiar. He stayed silent in his cross-legged position for a moment and mulled over just who it could possibly be. Kierkess was certain he didn't know this person by name, and since the vast majority of the people he knew were people who lived in the great castle of Rausten, this greatly eliminated the process of those who it could be. Right after this thought, it suddenly hit him - perhaps this man had been part of Princess L'Arachel's cadre that had arrived in Rausten just before the ill-fated assault on the Pontifex! Yes, yes, that must have been it, thought Kierkess. Though he did not know this man or even the weapons he wielded, it did him good to know he wasn't the only one who had apparently been transported to this forsaken prison.
Kierkess stood up and walked over to the bars of his cell after his face had gone through many odd and scrunched up expressions of his prior deep thought. He must have looked quite odd, sitting there and thinking about who knows what until he finally got up to talk to the person attempting to strike up a conversation with him. "Ah, well-met, Sir...knight? Erm, anyway, I do apologize, but couldn't quite catch whatever it is you were saying. All I got was the question that is similarly unknown to me - 'how in the hell did we get in here?', I believe."
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