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 Posted: Wed Aug 04, 2010 9:47 am
Empire:
Wind Empire
Rank:
Beginner
Stats:
Strength: 5/100
Defense: 10/100
Agility: 6/100
Dexterity: 10/100
Endurance: 9/100
Magic: 10/100
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Posted: Wed Aug 04, 2010 9:54 am
A cloud of black smoke trailing behind, a loud beeping sound with a blinking light at the dash board, and an aggressive steering handle trying to be forced to turn. Once all hope was lost for this vehicle, the only option was to jump out, and in mid-air was just a death sentence waiting. In the clouds though, there was a near by castle in the sky... The Wind empire. Only able to use one last boost left, a switch was flicked on, making the engines roar with the last bit of fire power left and blasted out to the grounds. Only above ground, a figure jumped off the vehicle, with an explosion pushing the figure to ground fasted, however, it hit the ground very hard while parts of the machine fell from the air. Slowly and steadily, the person stood up, dusting themselves off. When the wind kicked up, the only thing very noticeable about the person was the many scarfs wrapped around their neck. A sword at the left side, and a pilot's hat to cover the short white hair. Placing a hand on the sword tip, the person spirited forward, dodging the rocks and trees. They needed to get somewhere fast.
It didn't take long before the person was walking through a town market, with children off to the side, staring at many with hungry eyes. It was almost like seeing death sitting next to them, waiting with a grimly smile. The person only looked away, knowing the same feeling. As this person walked, the scarfs flowed behind them, with many telling out the foreign stranger but not knowing where they came from. This person only wanted to seek a way into a new life with no home, scrap money, and the stolen sword. Though, that would not stand forever, nor would it start that way. This person headed for the mansion for the King. They had something to speak about coming all this way. With no home, scrap money, and the stolen sword, this determined soul would get what they want now. Burning orange eyes of the figure pierced through the darkness that clouded their face, heading directly to the large HQ for the King.
Ten minutes was about how much time it took to get to the gate from the market. The figure walked through the open gate, slowly making it's way to the door. Upon opening it, it seemed as though the king was in a squabble with some men. It was a laugh to see men acting up, but it was a bit more serious than that. The figure looked like a natural pilot with loose white sleeves lined down with golden emblems and woman's pilot outfit with a golden shirt. A black skirt with black stockings running down to her shoes. This figure was a female at that, but a pretty serious looking one. Only part of the face was revealed to the men within the room; her eyes. Blistering orange like the sun at the magic hours*. Two long bangs rested at the sides of her face, and short bangs going across her forehead so nothing would cover her face or eyes. Thats what she looked before kneeling down and closed the fearsome fire in her eyes. " I come with a question... " Straight forward with a calm, yet strict on vocabulary to be respectful to the king.
Word count: 573
Word in all: 573
Total: 573
Place: Wind mansion
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Posted: Wed Aug 04, 2010 9:57 am
Her head rose up to look at the King, her flaring orange eyes looking up at him, truly not wanting to get involved with the whole giant dragon thing he had behind him. She was simply hear to ask for something that would give her adventure and/or away from her mistakes. " May join your fleet? " The question was simple with so much responsibility tagging along with it. Thought, that was what she came and wished upon; the hope that he would accept. She kept kneeling before him to not disgrace the lord right when she arrived at this Kingdom. If she wanted to be more respectful she would have taken her hat off, but that wasn't going to be the case any time soon. She liked keeping herself a secret to all... except her family.
Her eyes, locked onto the King's, hoping she would get a answer soon. It felt like she was in a rush when she had all the time in the world. She loosed up just a tad in her heart so no one would notice her change, her blond lashes flicker every time she blinks and for every time she blinks a second goes by.
Word count: 200
Words in all: 773
Total: 773
Place: Wind mansion
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Posted: Wed Aug 04, 2010 10:00 am
As her wish was granted, the sudden flirtation caused an unsettling thought in her head, already thinking before the epidemic. You don't suppose this King is married? Then everything went south for the King. She stood up and bowed her head to the king while his punishment came hurling at him. When his wife took notice of her eventually, Her words left like arrows; limited by her anger. The Young female bowed her head, grasping the tip of her hat gently along with the bow. Her sun glazed eyes looked up at the king on his 'pet' and spoke loud enough for him to hear. " Trivet Mhal, at your service " Turning around and walked to the large door that was hanging off it's hinges from Her Highness. Without even a look around, the young woman, Trivet, placed her foot outside, with a moment of fresh air, and victory. She made it in, so now was time to get on with the fun part; missions.
Word count: 164
Word in all: 937
Total: 937
Place: Wind mansion
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Posted: Wed Aug 04, 2010 10:05 am
Taking herself down to the mission notice board within the holds of the market, Trivet glanced along the missions and questioned which one to do. Most were quiet boring but she figured there was one way to start off and it was the easy way. So as she took up and down the board, children in the background were running and playing freely without a care.
The orange eyed girl thought about wither or not to to pick out some bandits from the town, or.... She looked down at the end of the board and it was a bit dusty so she wiped it off with her hand, her eyes widening a little. 'Inventor" had her name written all over it. It seemed like a great opportunity to get a neat job before heading out on a more advance mission. A small smirk rose from her lips hidden behind the many scarfs. This is a excellent chance. Thinking to herself as she took the pen and scratched off the inventor label, then turn to go to a merchant.
However, just when she turned a child bumped into her and fell over. A boy had stolen her doll and ran away with it, small tears at the edge of her eyes. Trivet's glowing orange eyes looked down at the little girl and knelled before her, then spoke in a soft, yet strong determined tone. " I'll get it back, wait here. " She then stood up, with the little girl looked up to her as if she was a hero, then watched her as she sprinted off.
She chased after the young boy easily, taking alley ways to stay under cover. The young boy looked back and the little girl was out of sight, then the boy laughed and was about to throw the doll onto the ground, till a flash of orange scared the boy, but when he looked up, evil orange eyes glared down at him. The boy was so frightened he fell back, dropped the doll. She easily caught it, with eyes still locked on him. Then she spoke. " Do this again and I will report yo as a thief. " The boy nodded in respect as she then left in a dash.
Trivet returned to the young girl, who waited restlessly for her. A large smile came to her face when she saw her doll returned to her and squeezed it tightly in her arms. " Thank you! Oh thank you miss! " With a gentle smile returning to her face, Trivet bowed her hat as the little girl hopped off the crate and ran off in joy with the little doll handing from her small hand. All of a sudden someone began to clap their hands, with Trivet on guard and turning around quickly, her hand placed on the hilt of the sword. It was an old man, with wild hair like he had just gotten out of bed and tattered clothes. She let her guard down as the old man smiled. " How kind of you are to help my granddaughter. I'm Nich, an inventor merchant. I saw you cross off the inventor mission on the board and was curious if you would like to use my shop down further in the market to make something useful. " This man caught her attention and she gave a single head nod. Her bright eyes locked on the man as he shuffled out of his station and began to walk to the market. " Lets go then! I don't have all day! " Trivet then followed the man at a slow pace, with him complaining on why she was going so slow for an old man.
Word count: 610
Words in all: 1547
Total: 1547
Place: Mission board
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