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 Posted: Sun Oct 03, 2010 12:38 pm
Hey there, FEF. Well, I'm a new member, and I just got my OC's approved! Huzzah! 3nodding So, I thought I'd start a Learanian post with my second: a Fire Sage named Elia. However, because I'm new, I have absolutely no one to do this with. Therefore, Elia, in her high heels (that she must've thought were, in some way, practical... confused ) is all alone, traveling the countryside of Estarcia. Hopefully, someone will meet up with her. Maybe. Or, maybe not. Now, jsut for reference's sake, this is happening in late November to December (you'll see what I mean), during Guildaversay '10. Cool? :3 ____  " I hate the wilderness," said Elia Marcelain, the young woman on a sturdy, brown mare, traveling across the countryside of Estarcia. " Why couldn't they just pave it all over tastlefully? With, like... Cobblestone. It'd make everything much less aggravating." She continued to clumsily ride her horse along the plain. However, within a few minutes, she had gone back into her complain-rant. " And now I'm even talking to myself, and the horse is going to think I'm crazy!" She then proceeded to sulk atop her very-confused thoroughbred. I wonder if they've even noticed I've gone, she thought, but then snorted. " Of course they know I'm gone. I left the day before my birthday—the day before my Party! Of course they know. They would be idiots if they haven't noticed yet." Elia had left the capitol—her parents' home, to be more precise—but three days ago, to travel to Learania; she'd run away from home.
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Posted: Mon Oct 04, 2010 12:00 pm
OOC: As I have only recently realized, there aren't any characters in Estarcia. Therefore, I'm using the mystical powers of the Time Skip™ to move this along to Learania. Now, be warned: Elia is not in a good mood. I do apologize in advance for any sass she may spout. sweatdrop ___ If one was to walk down the main street of Eyris on the morning of December 8th, they would notice the completely-conspicuous, red-haired, haggard woman lying down on her swaying horse. Her hair was totally askew, her cloak was haphazardly thrown about on her body, and a faint groaning could be heard from both her and her strong, brown mare. On the horse, there was but a simple saddle, and a thick, brown bag on the horse’s side—for small luggage and other amenities. Casual passersby would stare at the assumedly-young woman who was so exhausted that she had to sleep while her (equally, if not more) exhausted mount carried her into town. Many would ask totally trivial questions about this young woman they would never see again: “Is she a trader? She has no bags;” “It’s the beginning of winter, and she is obviously a traveler. What is she wearing?” “That horse looks like good eating. I wonder how much she’d sell it for.” However, none were at all right at anything they were asking themselves about her. Elia Marcelain was the young daughter of Estarcian nobility, her mother less prominent than her father. Her parents’ was an arranged marriage, and she was their only child. As per a tradition of her mother’s family, she was trained in magic, with her strongest affinity being in Fire. However, the traditions of her father’s family suffocated her. They are the reason she’s in Eyris, sleeping while traveling the streets on a haggard horse. She left home, without her parents’ knowledge, carrying but two Fire Tomes and whatever food she could scrounge up. Despite the general attention and excitement towards young Elia, a young girl wandered up to the barely-moving horse, and poked her in the arm. Her hair was a headache-inducing shade of blue, and she was a little thin for her clothes. “Miss? Miss, wake up,” she said timidly. Elia, on command, began to stir, with her groaning becoming more prominent. “Miss?” the small girl repeated. “ Ugh,” Elia moaned out, clutching the side of her head. “ I haven’t felt this bad since my 18th birthday…” she said, and then snickered at the memory—and then she noticed the young girl. “ Oh. Hello. ” The young girl bowed her head a bit, and then replied. “You were asleep on your horse. I thought you might like to be waked up,” she said, with a small lapse in grammar. Elia gave an awkward smile in return. “ Oh. Well… Thank you. ” The young girl broke into a large smile, happy at being appreciated. “Oh, it’s no problem at all!” She then began to walk away, until Elia called her back. “ Wait! ” she yelled, beckoning out with her right hand, “ Do you know where I can find a cheap inn? ” The little girl turned around, but continued, walking backwards, as she replied, “There’s one on the other side of town with a big stable!” She gestured with her hands how big, stretching them out wide. “G’bye!” Elia smiled. “ What a cute, little girl.” She climbed off her horse, who was grateful for the release in pressure and snuffed out her appreciation. “ Oh, shut it, you. ” The people along the street noticed the change in her position, and took a second to stare, before going back to their usual routines. It’s a very nice day out. Huh. Maybe that’s good luck, Elia inwardly noticed, and basked in the sunlight a bit as she walked in the direction provided by the young girl. ___ OOC: NO ONE POST! Seriously. I have a thing for the next post. So, no one post. Yet. After this next post, anyone can post whatever they want. It'll only take about an hour, anyway. I'm in a creative mood. :3Nod:
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Posted: Mon Oct 04, 2010 4:19 pm
" I think we're lost," Elia said into the side of her mare. The horse snuffed out in response. Elia replied, " I know, right?" Elia looked around, trying to figure out her surroundings. It was mid-afternoon now. Elia took notice of how strangely thin the passageway was— You wouldn't even be able to fit a caravan through here—and how deserted it was. For all of the tightly-packed apartments, there wasn't a person to be seen. Strange. You'd think that there would, at the very least, be some children. I doubt that Learania, in such a state of disrepair, has a great public education system... Or could they all be working? Elia began to ponder such a strange idea, that all the children in this area were working at actual jobs (child labor is a completely unheard-of idea in Estarcia). She was totally unprepared for what would happen next. Suddenly, a faint whistle and a flash of silver ran past Elia, coming from her left. She jumped back in shock, and her mare whinnied and flailed about. Elia, coming back into reality, ran up to her frantic mount, and tried to calm her down, brushing against her side—until her gliding hand hit something solid in the horse's side. The horse whinnied a second time, and reared back much too far. She toppled over, the knife still in her side, slowly bleeding her out. Elia dropped to the floor to try and pull out the totally-stuck blade. Then, the clatter of two pairs of heels quickly rung out on the cement of the street. Elia was, without warning, pulled away from her injured mare, and found herself pressed against a tall man. She took but a moment to address her surroundings: she was caught in between this tall, thin man and his bony forearm, which was pressed against her throat; in front of her was a large man with a wide chest, whose battleaxe was tied to his back by wide, leather straps. She began struggling against the uncomfortable position her captor had put her in. To make matters worse, he then began whispering in her ear. "Oh, you're a feisty one, aren't you? Don't worry. Your horse will be in good hands. Of course, he'll be in pieces, but good hands." He began sniggering at is own joke, but his more serious partner snorted his exasperation. "Oh, fine," the tall one replied. "Now, Miss, we're going to kill the horse, and then we kill you, and take your things. Alright, then?" " Get your hands off me," she spat back at him. "Oh, so you can talk," the tall man replied. " Let. Go," she threatened, the panic beginning to set in of losing the horse—her companion. "And you'll do something to us if we don't, I assume?" he smirked back. " A lot more than you think I can," she whispered to herself, before silently saying an incantation she actually remembered from memory. Luckily. Her hands, which has been placed at his sides, began burning. He yelled out in pain, and backed off. Elia then took the confusion she'd just created to cast a second Fire spell on the axeman. The blast of Fire knocked him into the wall behind him, temporarily stunning the large warrior. Meanwhile, the tall man was trying to brush away the flames that had appeared on his jacket. Elia, adreneline pumping, rushed to the pack on her mare's side (whose breath was getting thin) and retrieved her old Fire tome. She backed away to a safe distance, and began scanning through the compendium for something— anything—to help her. As she flipped through the tome at a breakneck pace, the axeman was coming out of his stupor, and the tall man had patted out the flames that had burned away the bottom-half of his jacket and drawn his knives. "So. Wench. You're a Fire Mage. Interesting. That book of yours may actually be worth something, after we kill you." Elia, noticing her enemies' return, began backing away slowly while she started to recite her chosen spell. The axeman drew his weapon out, and walked towards her. He smiled—in a way that could look genuine if he hadn't been holding his axe—and swung out. Elia, prepared, jumped back—admittedly, almost falling over—and shot the blast of fire out at her opponent. The axeman, not expecting such a quick return, didn't get a chance to defend himself, and the blast of fire hit him directly on his chest, spreading out as the spell overcame him. Yelling out, he fell to the ground in agony, clawing at his chest. Meanwhile, the rogue was now enraged at the death of his partner, and blindly swung at Elia, who was still recovering from the previous spell. She jumped to the side, but was a little late, and his blade grazed her chest. She exclaimed in the pain, and brought her let hand to her side, which had begun bleeding, while her right hand kept the book up. She began running through an incantation as quick as humanly possible, and finished just in time, for the rogue had only just began to lunge out again. The magical blaze ran up his body, as his chest was exposed from the Fire spell she had use before. He screamed out, his normally raspy voice becoming fairly shrill. He slowly burned away. When his body was totally burned down, Elia dropped to the ground in exhaustion. She caught her breath, and the fiery body of the dead axeman was beginning to smolder, while the body of the rogue was burning bright. Recovering her composure, she crawled over to the body of the mare, who looked to be in serious pain. Elia, exhaling sharply, pulled the knife out of the mount's side, and the blood began to flow a bit more rapidly. The horse, noticing the change, began to hyperventilate, but Elia shushed her. She slowly took the blade to the horse's throat, and ended it's life. A pause. A shaky exhale left her body, rushing out, and Elia backed up to the side of the building, trying to stop hyperventilating herself. ___ Hooray! Fighting! Action! A single Fire Sage taking down a Bandit and a Theif at the same time! Incredible! 3nodding Post! Reply! Someone, find her in the middle of the night, still slouched against the building. Anything. Seriously.
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Posted: Mon Oct 11, 2010 10:43 pm
 Bozo smiled. It had taken a long time and many meals, but Bozo had finally found a friend of Master! He looked a bit weird, but Bozo didn't mind, a friend of Master's was a friend of Bozo's!
Bozo was happily fluttering around Master's friend, sometimes even landing on Master's friend's hair to nibble on it. It tasted very sweet for a male, so it tasted good. Bozo liked sweets. Bozo liked all food but sweets especially.
Something caught Bozo's attention. There were people up ahead. Normally Bozo would be happy, but Bozo didn't like the mood. They were bullying a girl! Bozo didn't like bullies. Bullies were mean. Before Bozo could intervene however, the girl made the bullies toast! Bozo felt oddly proud of the moment, the way parents feel for their children when they do well at tests. Or at least Bozo imagined. Bozo wasn't a parent so Bozo didn't know.
But wait! Maybe the bullies hurt the girl! Maybe the girl was in pain! Bozo panically flew off to meet up with the girl. Is girl hurt? Did bullies do something to girl? Bozo is here to rescue girl now, so do not worry!
Of course, anything Bozo said just came out with Bozo's normal voice. "Boyo! Boyoboyo! Boyooooo!" Khalid marveled at the sight before him. He was quite amazed this person took care of two bandits on her own just like that. If it would've been him, he probably would've crumbled and just broken down crying. Maybe not to those extremes, but the fact remained that he hardly knew offensive magic at all. Had she not defended herself, he would've stepped in somehow to divert attention, or something, but he would've still been entirely on the mercy of the bandits. He was more of a supporter than anything, anyway. So he was really just impressed by how well she handled herself. Although her clothes would in truth look better on hi--NO, her clothes didn't look Learanian to him. But that was a concern for a different time. He wasn't sure why the little creature had started following him around, but it was too adorable to just ignore, so he let it do what it wanted. But even that creature had expressed worry for the woman in further up ahead. He started jogging up to her. He could see from far away how heavily she was breathing, so she was still probably in shock over what happened. Approaching without warning might end up getting him roasted just from a reflex action!
"H-hey! Are you alright?" he shouted from some distance. She still couldn't probably see him, as he was still in a more dim-lit area, but as soon as he came out of the darkness he waved. "Hang on, I'm a cleric, are you hurt anywhere?"
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Posted: Tue Oct 12, 2010 8:43 am
Elia, hearing the resounding of heels on the worn street, immediately tensed, but she didn't move, for fear of heavier blood loss. Then, a voice called out from the darkened area. "H-hey! Are you alright?" It was a male voice that accompanied the clattering heels, and it got closer every second. He then got close enough that she could see him: blond, a little frail, and in very odd-looking clothes--with a staff in his hands! A healer. What ironic good fortune, she thought, pushing herself against the wall so as not to slouch. The young man called out again. "Hang on, I'm a cleric!" Then, he was practically next to her when he asked, "Are you hurt anywhere?" Elia, still clutching her side, said, "Did you see the bandits? The slim one got me in my side--but it's not a big deal. It's just bleeding a bit. That's all. She then noticed the small, fluttering, white... creature above her head. "What is--Agh!" She asked as she tried to stand, but it was a lot of effort on her weary body, and she fell back and grimaced in pain. "Hah. Nevermind." Looking to the cleric with a wry smirk, she held out her hand and asked, "My name is Elia. Can you help a girl up?"
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Posted: Tue Oct 12, 2010 3:19 pm
The archer yawned. "Oh great, I forgot to keep track of time," said Alex as he stretched his arms. It was the middle of the night when he had realized how long he had wasted his day. "I better make my way back to the inn," he yawned as he started to walk down the empty dark streets.
In the silent streets, he kept walking down minding his own business. "Ugh," he suddenly said as something smelled really rotten and putrid in the air. As if something had been burnt. As Alex turned the streets, he suddenly saw a burnt body and a dead mare on the street. "Holy Cow what happened hear," he said to himself.
His eyes caught the sight of two living beings near the scene of ,what it looked like, a battle. Alex slowly approached the two with his hand still holding onto his bow and he pulled out an arrow from his quiver. Nothing wrong with taking precautions right? As he got closer he could tell that one of them was injured and the other one was helping her up. Her wound looked like it needed some help. Alex ran up to the two. "Hey are you alright?" he asked revealing himself to be an ally of some sort and meant no harm.
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Posted: Thu Oct 14, 2010 5:54 pm
This woman was seemingly unphazed by his sudden appearance. It took some pretty hardcore mentality to not lash out at the next stranger trying to talk to you just after something like that happened. Not only that, but she kept calm as she told him the situation. She did lose her composure momentarily when his new animal friend tried to greet her, but even that was regained quickly. It kept fluttering about happily after it had greeted her, at least, that's what Khalid think it tried doing.
"I...only saw what was left of them, mostly. You did short work of them, I'd say. I'm Khalid Jaheed nar Zahira. Pleased to meet you."
He shook his head on her question to help her up. "No. I need to do a quick checkup first. Bandits around here are known to use poisoned weapons, and that could turn into a pretty big deal, I'd say. I've seen people die from smaller scratches than that...so let me have a check at it. Lift up your shirt...I mean, NO, I didn't mean it like that! Please let me have a look at that wound!"
Trying to hide his embarassed perverted suggestion, he turned away his head momentarily. That's when he saw the new figure. As he panicked, he raised his staff up in a defensive position. "S-stay put, milady Elia! I-I'm not a soldier, but I won't let a-anyone lay a hand on a patient of mine!" he stuttered back to her, before turning to the newcomer. "W-who are you! And why are you approaching us with an arrow nocked already, we pose no threat to you!"
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Posted: Mon May 02, 2011 11:15 am
 Ice walks slowly along the street when she notices a couple of people surrounding a hurt person. "well what happened here?" She asks as she approches
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