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Long has the kingdom of Ehbon been at peace, but lately their relations with their neighboring kingdom, Lorain have been tense. They are not at war yet, but King Elric of Ehbon suspects they soon will be. He does not have the resources of the man power to defend his kingdom, for Lorain is a much larger Kingdom than his own, so he knows there is only one option left to him: an alliance. He arranges the marriage of his daughter to a prince of a nearby nation. L'Sundarin. However, luck is not on Ehbon's side. Whether Lorain caught whiff of the alliance and decided to try and stop it, or they just took advantage of an opportunity, on the journey there, the princess and her band of knights and guards is attacked. The men attacking them appeared to be bandits, but in all reality they were knights of Lorain in disguise.Perhaps wanting to get a head start on this without Elric declaring war. Just when it was starting to look like the young princess wasn't going to make it out of this, a nearby mercenary jumps into the battle. With his help they defeat their enemies, but they still have a long and dangerous journey ahead of them to L'Sundarin.
Note: This is a roleplay purely between Kami GearX and myself, so please don't post here unless you are one of those people. |
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Posted: Sat Aug 19, 2017 10:58 pm
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Posted: Sun Aug 20, 2017 12:35 am
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   【 THE BASICS 】Name: Veska Lorlilia
Alias: 'Ves' , 'V.L' , 'Knife-Ears'
Age: 57
Height: 5' 11"
Species: Elf【 DETAIL 】Personality: Veska has a very narrow-minded approach to life due to the environment he grew up in. The first rule is that the strong will live and the weak will wither and die. The second is that your territory must never be crossed or encroached upon without a challenge. However Veska also understands that civilization doesn't care for natures rules and so, as a sentient creature must adapt to his fellow kin and follow their ways and ideologies. Those that are weak must be protected and gold makes everything better. With these four rules to shape him, Veska has firmly rooted himself in the idea that anything is okay as long as he is paid enough to do it and has very little qualms with anything else as long as he isn't bothered in how he gets his task done.
Biography: Veska has led a very strange life, starting from his early childhood of growing in the wilds rather than in civilization. He had no parents of his own, instead growing among the wildlife and learning his life lessons from them. The wolf taught him that loyalty to a group is rewarded. The bears taught him that strength and tenacity make the rewards more fruitful. The squirrels taught him that the storage of what you own make it so you can survive even the harshest of conditions. The elk and deer taught him that traveling far and wide is how one learns to efficiently traverse one's territory. The birds taught him that the key to hunting was swift and unpredictable strikes from where one could not be seen. Thus his life as a child was fruitful and he learned how to survive in his harsh environment.
However as he grew, Veska's urge to discover did as well. So he left his natural territory and place he called home with nothing but bone, stone, leather, and wooden instruments of survival upon his back. It did not take him long to find creatures of similar stature as to himself. They walked on two legs and could grasp things with their upper limbs. However they were sorely different than Veska. He watched them move in and out of small stone caves and strange, stumpy trees that were square in nature. They used tools that glistened in the sunlight and scents Veska had never smelt before wafted to him from his hiding place.
He was soon captured by people wearing shining and cold fur. He had taken a fat mushroom that let steam out and tasted very sweet, like fruits he gathered in the wild. They communicated in strange ways, gesturing and letting out garbled noises from their mouths, nothing like the natural sounds of the wild. In exchange Veska struggled, growled, howled. He clawed and then yelped in pain when struck much like an animal would. Veska was soon placed in a stumpy tree where cool, shining branches kept him from escaping. The people in shining, cold leather would watch him or ignore him. He was still only fifteen at the time.
It took Veska several months before he was allowed out, not because of the crimes he committed, but because of the danger he posed. He acted like an animal more than as a person. It was only when he began to learn a few key words was he released. 'Coin', 'Sorry', 'Yes, 'No', 'Thank You', 'Repeat', 'Me', and 'Work'. Were those that he knew best, the others still difficult to grasp and comprehend. However now he could at least do business. It did not take long for Veska long to find work, though it did not make much sense to him at the time.
He was hired on as a guard for a caravan strangely enough. Perhaps because he looked similar enough to a few of the others who were garbed in leathers and carried bows and quivers full of arrows. They were certainly more sophisticated than Veska was, but he would not pass up the opportunity to escape from the territory that kept him caged for so long. So, Veska began his life as a mercenary at the age of sixteen, still a snot nosed brat, but a capable one nonetheless.
Years went by, and Veska had grown into a healthy young adult. He knew more phrases, but his speech was still crude. It was enough to get him by and not cheated out of things like he used to be. Veska was considered dull, but that suited his simple life just fine. If he was paid and given instruction, he would do what was needed. Cities unsettled him, but they paid well so Veska often spent time working inside a city for a few months before hopping on a caravan and moving to another. It prevented the growing elf from ever forming attachments to others, but that suited the crude mercenary just fine. After all he learned many places and understood how to travel from one place to the next. When he truly had enough, he would escape into the wilds for a year or two before coming back for coin, supplies, and work once more.
As the years passed by, Veska was able to acquire better gear, shifting slowly from his nature's heritage of bone, stone, and makeshift leathers to that of iron, refined cloth, and eventually even touching a small amount of steel. However even as he was able to purchase these things, he always kept a dagger made of bone, just to remind him of his true life and heritage.
Thus Veska's life would be set in stone, always traveling from place to place. Grown into a mentally strange, but physically fit young elf. However no life is ever truly repetitive, as Veska will soon learn.【 BATTLE INFO 】Magi: None
Weapons: A short-sword, a dagger, a short-bow with a quiver of arrows【 OPTIONAL 】Theme Song: "The Wolf" by Foxworth Hall
Inspirations: Raised by Wolves Trope, No Social Skills Trope, D&D Ranger Base Class |
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Posted: Thu Aug 24, 2017 7:55 pm
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【 THE BASICS 】
Name: Aravae Beaumont
Nicknames: Ara, Lady Beaumont, Princess - Depending on who is assessing her.
Age: 22
Height: 5' 4"
Species: Human - Magic Weilder (Eleamentalist)
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Personality: Ara is a bit of a fiery spirit. She tends to be a bit feisty and hot headed at time. She's blunt and is never afraid to say what she is thinking. Aravae also is highly opinionated and she isn't afraid to voice then or defend them, even if she is alone in her way of thinking. Appart from that the young princess is extremely stubborn. Once she has her mind made up you would be hard pressed to change it. In most people's opinion, Aravae is much to stubborn and loud as well as argumentative to be a princess. Many woman are jealous of her for having the title that doesn't even for her. Some men admire her brassiness, while others are put off or even intimidated.
Ara also grew up with brothers, so she is no stranger to defending herself. Being the youngest of the other two, she had no choice but to grow tough skin and learn to defend herself. She doesn't often care what people think or say about her, and when she does she holds her head high anyway and doesn't let them see that they got to her. Not only is the woman perfectly capable of defending herself verbally, but physically as well. Her magic is strong, some might say even stronger than her older brothers. Other than that she has trained herself in the way of the sword as well as with a biw, despite all the scolding she has received from her father.
Its no doubt that Ara can come off as a bit gruff and maybe even a little rough around the edges. She is definitely not most people's idea of a perfect princess, what with the swords and the fiestiness, but if one were to search hard enough, they might be surprised. Beneath the walls there is a sense of innocent curriousity and a longing for adventure. Not only that but kindness. She is also self-sacrificing. She puts the needs of others above her own, always looking to help those in need. This side remains hidden most days, but it's still though. It just takes the right person to bring it out.
Biography: Ara is the youngest of her siblings. She has two older brothers. Growing up she never had as much responsibility as the other two, seeing how the throne would more than likely never fall in her hands. This gave her a lot of freedom, and she took full advantage of that. Even as a child she was wild at heart. She would often be found chasing the geese in the gardens or climbing to the highest boughs of the trees. She was always giving the maids as well as her father a fright with all her little stunts.
Without any sisters to play with Ara's only option was her two older brothers. Which meant if she wanted to play she had to keep up. The young princess never failed that task. In the other hand it was usually the other way around. She gave her brother's a run for their money. The three of them were actually really close in their younger years. They did everything together. They were always laughing and playing and finding some sort of mischief to get in. There was never a quiet moment in the castle with the three of them running about.
As they grew older they all drifted. They still loved each other just the same, but her oldest brother was training and preparing to be king one day. Her other brother was preparing and training just in case their older brother passed or was unable to take the thrown for some reason or another. Ata was left with little to know responsibilities and a while lot of free time.
The king had been hoping Ata would mellow out as she grew older. He had hoped she would become both a lady and a proper princess. It wasn't long before he realized that would not be the case with his daughter. Beautiful as his daughter was, she wasn't one to bend to the will of others or fit a mold. That was infuriating to the King and possibly amusing for other guests of the court to watch. Unlike her brothers, Aravae and her father didn't get a long in the slightest. He disapproved of the princess. He pushed classes and lessons, rules and teaches, but Ata never obeyed and the harder he pushed the more she pushed back. In truths, there was never a dull moment with Ara around.
When Ara's father informed her that he had arranged a marriage for her with a stranger-Prince from another man, she couldn't help but think he was relieved. He would no longer have to deal with her unruliness if he shipped her off to get married. Ata was also enraged. She didn't want to leave her hime, her brothers, her kingdom, to marry a man she had never even met. She fought the engagement for a long time, but she knew there was no way out of it. She didn't have a say in it. Despite that, there was the prospect of their tense relations with Lorain. She gave in, but she didn't make it easy for her father or Anyone else involved. She didn't plan on making it easy for the Prince. Like most, she was sure he would disapprove of her nature and she didn't plan on changing herself for him.
【 BATTLE INFO 】
Magi: Ata can manipulate/control both water and ice.
Weapons: When she can get it past her father she carries both a long sword as well as a long how.
【 OPTIONAL 】
Theme Song: N/A (might add later.)
Inspirations: Wild-natured princess trope, female heroin trope, elementalist.
Extra Notes / Trivia: Ata tends to be extremely independent and can tat times be indignant when it comes to accepting help. She'll give in when she needs to, but she's stubborn. She also hates being treated as a damsel in distress. |
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Posted: Fri Aug 25, 2017 1:31 am
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Veska "Knife-Ear" Lorlilia
Veska crouched low to the ground, bow in hand and mask in place. His quiver sat on one side of his hips, his short-sword on the other, and his bone knife remaining in its sheath in the middle of his belt. His camp was elsewhere in the forest, a bit farther from the road than what most would have done. This helped him avoid others while he was travelling from city to city. The reason for the mask was in case someone caught him poaching in a noble's forest. He never learned the boundaries of civilization and wilds. All game was equal taking in his eyes.
His moss padded boots were silent as he stepped over foliage, tracking the deer he had been hunting for a few hours. It had trailed from deep within the forest towards the road, perhaps in an attempt to deter him from shooting so as to not hit someone if he missed. Deer were smart creatures and learned from being hunted, adapting quickly. Veska knew this. He had seen it many times before.
A long, slow breath was taken in, absorbing the cool air of the morning. An ear twitch as a twig snapped to his right and he turned, drawing an arrow from the quiver as he brought it to his bow and pulled the string back taut. Then another twig snapped, this time behind him, a couple of meters off. Instead of spinning around, Veska slowly let the bow go slack and slipped the arrow into its quiver once more. The bow was slowly placed over one shoulder so as to cradle his person.
A stumble of a footstep and a small curse, a whispered dialogue he couldn't quite make out the details of was next. Veska looked up at the branches around him and quickly made a standing jump, grabbing onto a low hanging branch and pulling himself further up into the canopy, removing the moss that was wrapped around his boots, the twine being coiled up and put away quickly.
Veska was silent as he waited to hear another snap or sound from whomever was close by. It did not take long for him to spot movement. Three men were crouched and sneaking their way towards the road. He tilted his head, eyes blinking behind the mask as he observed them, taking a moment to still even his breathing.
A bird landed on his shoulders, and pecked at his hair, but even with the annoyance of pulled hairs the elf remained silent. His gaze moved to what they were wearing and carrying. Bandits, or what seemed to be bandits. He never had much of a good idea for the quality of a blade, but a group of bandits did not all have swords. It was more typical to have axes, spears, bows.
More movement beyond the three he saw crouched and sneaking forward. So there was more than just three. Were they preparing to ambush somebody? Veska knew they were still a small distance away from the road, but they were already doing their best to stay hidden. What a strange way to hunt prey, staying out of sight when there was no sight to be had in the first place.
Once the three were out of sigh, Veska's head slowly turned to the bird and he made a small clicking sound with his tongue to scare the bird into a small amount of flight off of him. Another breath was taken and released then and he dropped to the ground below, having a new prey to follow. Swords always sold for a decent price and Veska was low on funds anyways for the next town he was going to head towards. He might also be able to collect a bounty, which was always good. He did not bother pulling his bow out yet, instead tracking the prints left by the boots slowly. There was no need to rush after them. |
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Posted: Fri Aug 25, 2017 4:40 pm
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ɑɾɑvɑҽ ☪ ɓҽɑυოoɲʈ
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It had been a day since Aravae had left her home. Just yesterday morning she had exchanged warm and bittersweet farewell's with both of her brothers. They had shared long hugs and wished each other well. Even though they weren't as close as they were as children, that bond was still there. They had drifted because of their separate duties, not a lack of love. After which her father had given her a quick hug and then stuffed her into the carriage without a second look. Ara wanted to be angry by ut, but really she was just hurt. He was shipping her off to a new land and he didn't even seen to care. Ara didn't let the hurt show though. Instead she had been just as city with him as he had been with her. The entire situation had left her in a rather sour mood, which was still hanging over her now.
They had travelled all day yesterday. Only stopping for meal breaks and then once darkness had fallen to make camp and rest for the night. It had been a rather full journey this far. The princess was hidden away in the carriage on her own, which was pulled by two dappled-gray horses. There was a small group of armored knights surrounding the carriage. Two of which were leading on horses. The others were placed strategically around the carriage, to ensure nothing was able to slip by and harm the princess... But also to ensure that the princess herself didn't slip away. The king had warned them that she might try something. He also warned them that it was of the up most importance that they didn't let that happen. The date of their kingdom could be resting on this alliance.
So far Ara had behaved herself. She was fairly confident that she could escape if she wanted to, and a part of her did want to, but what then? Its not like she could go back home. Her father would just ship her off in another carriage, this time with chains over the door. Besides that, she knew that if the war that's been looming over them finally did break out, her kingdom would be destroyed without the help of another. This alliance was possibly essential to the survival of not only her people and her home, but her brothers as well.
As uneventful as the journey had been up until this point, the men were starting to get tense. They were still in their own territory, but they were nearing the borders of Lorain. They didn't expect any attacks, seeing how they were not at were yet, however with relations as they were, it still made them a bit uneasy. Ara on the other hand was rather oblivious to the situation outside. That is, until she heard the sounds of metal blades and armor thunking together. The knights were taken off guard, a few of them were dead before the rest even caught on. The remaining reacted swiftly, but it was clear they were outnumbered. They may look like bandits, but this didn't seem like a normal bandit attack. It was much to tactful.
Ara moved the curtain aside to peer out the window at the bloodshed happening just outside. It didn't seem to be fairing well. She knew it was only a matter of time before the enemies started searching the carriage. They would find her there and kill her too. She pushed herself to the feet and pushed open the door to the carriage. Everywhere she looked there were pairs and even trio's of men sparring. Before she could make a run for it She felt a gruff hand wrap around her wrist and pull her to the side. She stumbled for a moment before she was able to catch her balance and struggle to pull free. However he was stronger than her, and he wasn't alone. Another man grabbed by the waist, keeping her held firmly in place.
Ara began looking around desperately for a way out. She spotted the blade of a fallen knight and made a dive. The men holding her were caught off guard and were just a moment too late in stopping her. She felt the hilt of the blade beneath her fingers. Relief swept through body as she grasped it in her hand. Though it was short lived. As she pulled up she realized there were five men now instead of two and they were circling around her.
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Posted: Fri Aug 25, 2017 5:04 pm
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Veska "Knife-Ear" Lorlilia
Veska straightened up as soon as the sound of metal on metal cut through the air, eyes scanning before he caught the distant glint of shining metal in the light. He moved swiftly, hands guiding branches out of the way or vaulting him over a gnarled root that stuck up out of the ground a bit to high. He was almost hopping like a rabbit does from one root or patch of grass to another rather than running at full speed, it would make the travel more quiet at least and he would disturb less environment to be tracked.
Finally his gaze settled on what seemed to be a battle, a carriage in the middle with heavily armored men fighting bandits that were moving with a fluidity and precision of years of combat. Veska tilted his head the other way as he took stock of the situation. First his eyes went to the carriage. It was a rather ornate thing. Then to the woman. She was wielding a sword at the very least, though outnumber five to one currently. Someone in a situation like that would always be willing to pay money for their lives.
Arrows would be to risky with so many people on the field, he didn't want to hit the person that he could snag a plentiful bounty off of. Instead steel was drawn and then the bone dagger in the other. He popped out of cover and jumped forward, stepping in with his race's natural grace, the dagger finding one man's armpit to stab into the major artery that was located there, the short-sword slicing at an Achilles tendon to prevent the warrior from walking, a twist of the body and a foot was delivered to the face shortly after to drop him to the ground.
Veska's weapons were brought in close as they withdrew from the wounds they had caused and for a split second he looked at the woman from behind his mask before hopping a few steps back and towards the forest, just as quickly as he had come. Like a bird from the sky, he had to be quick and decisive with his blows, long physical engagements would tire him so he could not pursue or fight effectively if a new target came along. |
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Posted: Fri Aug 25, 2017 8:06 pm
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ɑɾɑvɑҽ ☪ ɓҽɑυოoɲʈ
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Aravae was cornered. There was no way out of this except to fight her way through. She was decent with a blade, but there was no way she could hold her own against five men, all towering over her. She held her own, dodging and parrying, rolling out of the way when she needed to. She was fast, but not fast enough to dodge attacks from five different men at once. She felt the sharp sting of metal as a blade slashed across her cheek, oozing warm, red blood down the side of her face. She winced, putting her sword up just in time to block another strike at her. However, at that same moment she felt another sharp pain as a blade struck her from behimd, across her shoulder blade.
Adrenaline courses through her veins, her face was detirmined, hiding any trace of pain. She drives her blade through the chest of one of the bandits. A moment later she ripped it out, blood splattering across her. She took a deep breathe, trying to steady herself. That's when movement towards the edge of the forest caught her eye. She watched as a masked man rushed gracefully out of the trees. He struck his enemies swiftly, with pristine precision, each movement exact and calculated.
It had began to look like things were going to end badly for her, but this stranger seemed to be turning it around. She assumed he must be some sort of a mercenary... Otherwise why would he jump into a futile looking battle. Of it was money he wanted, that's what he would get. Her father may not have been overly fond of his daughter, but right now the sake of his kingdom was riding on her shoulders. Her father would reward anyway who saved her life greatly. Ara had some coin that she could ride him over with in the mean time.
Ara met his eyes for just a moment, giving a slight nod of her head, and then he was off again, moving with that same speed and agility. It was all too graceful to be human. Turning her attention back to the goes at hand, she raised her blade once more before she could be struck down while she was distracted.
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Posted: Sat Aug 26, 2017 12:31 am
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Veska "Knife-Ear" Lorlilia
Veska's eyes left the current fight for the moment, glancing towards the rest of the fight. Outnumbered and quickly losing. It was like a pack of wolves hunting down a herd of wounded deer at this point. His gaze and attention focused back in on the woman. Extract her from the fight was the best option before she was completely surrounded again.
He came darting out of the woodwork's once more, this time blockaded by reinforcements that had recently taken out their own target. They both swung at the elf in a coordinated attack, and he quickly back stepped away from the blows, now stuck in an unfavorable position of a prolonged fight.
Veska's grip on his weapons shifted and then an idea dawned on him. His opponents closed the small gap he had made and Veska threw his short-sword in front of one, sticking it into the ground before he to ran forward while the opponent recovered from the unexpected maneuver.
Veska used the cross-guard as a stepping platform, leaping from ground to hilt and from hilt over the enemy. However it was not without consequence as a vertical slash gashed open a wound on his right leg through the leather armor he wore.
He placed his left foot on the stumbling enemies face and kicked off of it to jump onto the top of the carriage with a small grunt, the majestic carriage now stained with a bit of elven blood from his leg. He turned and pulled out his bow, the bone dagger being held in his other hands pinky and ring finger, pulling an arrow out with his thumb pointer and middle finger and knocking it into place He released the arrow without hesitation as retaliation for the leg wound he had just received, pinning a foot into place. He then twisted his person and aimed at one of Aravae's enemies, firing the arrow down and between the neck and collarbone. A third arrow was drawn and ready to fire.
"Lady. Forest. Run now. Me cover, follow after gone." he stated loudly over the din of combat, the mask muffling his voice and distorting it ever so slightly. He was trying to get the shot accurately placed in another one of the woman's attackers, following the flow of combat, the bow waving about as he tried to lead his target. This was much more difficult than hunting, and while he had practiced archery in combat before, he did not prefer the chance of friendly fire it gave as well. To much of a chance to lose money. |
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Posted: Sat Aug 26, 2017 5:00 pm
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ɑɾɑvɑҽ ☪ ɓҽɑυოoɲʈ
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The bandits were obviously surprised by Aravae. They stared at her in shock for moment, looking between her and their fallen comrade they she had just impaled. They obviously hadn't been expecting much of a fight... At least not from her.She didn't look like much of a challenge, but the expression on her face made it clear. She wasn't going down. At least not without a fight and definitely not without taking some of them with her.
It didn't take them long to regain their composure and soon enough they were back on her. They struck at her with much more vigor than they had before. Ara raised her sword, blocking another attack. The dull clunk of metal in metal rung through the air. Ara bit her lower lip, stifling a gasp as a ripping pain ripped through her shoulder, the movements putting strain on her previously received injury. She gritted her teeth and with a twist of her arm flung the man's weapon away. She pierced him through the chest and he too fell to the ground. Two down, but there were still three remaining and more would come once they finished their other opponents.
Ara was looking for a way out, but she was surrounded. She couldn't fight through all of these men on her own and most of her knights had already fallen, outnumbered as they were. There was her magic, but an attack of this magnitude would take a lot of energy. If it didn't work she wouldn't be left with the strength to continue fighting or to even run away. The princess was beginning to feel cornered, and in truth she was. That's when she heard the soft whistle of an arrow through the air. It hit one of her enemies and another one followed shortly after.
Are turned to see the men from before on top of the carriage. His dialect struck her as strange. It was very short and direct, but it almost sounded choppy. It was a very strange contradiction to the graceful way in which he moved. She was curious if it was just the tension of the situation that caused him to speak this way, or if it was just normal for him. Either way, she didn't have time to think about it now. It had created an opening for her, and if they were going to escape from this it was now or never.
For a sliver of a moment she wondered if this was just another trap of some sort. She didn't have time to linger, so even if it was, she was going to take her chances. She dropped the sword She had been using and lifted up the layers of her dress so she could move her legs easier. She gave a quick nod to Veska, meeting his eyes for just a moment before she dashed into the trees. She moved quickly. Not with the same grace as Veska, but with much more speed and agility than anyone would expect a woman of her stature to have. She wondered what her father would say if he found out that her rebellious nature had actually saved her life.
Ara ran until her legs were burning a long with her longs. The man from the forest had follwed her just as he said he would, but she didn't stop then either. She waited until the only footsteps she could hear were his and her own. She knew the bandits were still out there and she had a guy feeling that this wasn't the last they would see if them. There was somethi g strange about the way they had attacked. They were much too organized and skilled to be regular bandits. Plus bandits didn't normally travel in groups that large. There was definitely something strange going on there.
Ara slowed her steps and then soon came to a stop. She dropped her dress back over her legs and took a few deep breaths to steady herself. She then turned her blue gaze to Veska, and only then did her situation really seem to sink in. The knights who had been assigned to protect her on this journey were dead, the carriage gone, bandits after her, and she was alone in the forest with a stranger. Even As her mind processed this, her facial expression remained the same: calm and neautral. "Thank you for your help. I can assure you that you will be rewarded greatly. My name is Aravae Beaumont. May ask yours?"
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Posted: Sat Aug 26, 2017 10:47 pm
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Veska "Knife-Ear" Lorlilia
Veska fired another shot as she took off, right behind where the woman had run to, halting the progress of the first to chase. The bandits turned to look at him and he jumped off the cart with a roll, slamming the dagger he was carrying into its belt sheath and picking up a dropped longsword which he then promptly slipped through his belt as well. he turned, back pedaling as he fired off another arrow and then he was gone and into the forest.
The wound on his leg hampered his movements some and left a trail of blood which he couldn't take care of at the moment due to the hasty retreat. However he knew how the wilds worked much better than those that grew within the comforts of stone walls and group mentalities. It took him longer than he expected to catch up with the woman, but eventually he did, immediately slipping the bow back across his person and kneeling down to look at his wound, barely paying attention to what she had said.
Instead, after a quick inspection he merely grabbed a nearby plant and ripped his mask off, and pulling back the hood, revealing the face and hair of a man of the wild. He shoved the plant into his mouth and chewed vigorously, drawing the now empty short-sword's sheath and grabbing a nearby rock, cracking the wood in half and loosening the leather cover of the wood which he then ripped off and spit the paste into, spreading it around. After that was done he wrapped the leather casing around his leg wound, twine quickly coming to hand as he efficiently tied the makeshift bandage to his leg. It was stop-gap, but it would prevent a trail of blood now.
It was only when he had taken care of himself did he look up and respond. "Me no birth name. People give full name Veska, first town last name. Lorlilia. Simple name, Ves." He stated, looking her over before drawing the bone knife and handing it over. "Dress cut. Move easier. Less energy to run. When done, give fabric, further bind wounds. Reward when at camp. Safe."
His gaze was that of a stern one, and every once in a while the pointed ears twitched, listening for things around him. His face was youthful despite the look of natural wisdom behind the golden eyes. The silver hair was braided on one side, small geodes holding the braid together. The rest of it was a complete tangled and unkempt mess, but fell at about shoulder length, if not a bit further in the back.
The voice, now clear from the mask was smooth, despite the rough and uncultured speech that came out of it. If one had to equate it to something it would most likely be similar to that of a brook flowing in the calm of the very environment they were in. His stance lent itself more to someone who was used to being aggressive and violently assertive rather than one of diplomatic measures. Even his body was built more towards survival, any fat that the man may have had was certainly not noticeable and for his race he was much bulkier than a typical male, though he still only compared to that of an average human. If he had been in the city he might have come off as a simple thug, but in the wilderness he was more akin to a natural predator. |
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Posted: Sun Aug 27, 2017 2:00 pm
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ɑɾɑvɑҽ ☪ ɓҽɑυოoɲʈ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━Ara took another steady breath, her breathing and her heart rate now returning to a more regular pace. The cut on her cheek was still oozing blood doelwn the side of her face. She wiped it with the back of her hand, creating a dramatic red smear across her pale skin. There was a blossom of red staining the pale blue frabric of her dress, blooming on her right shoulder blade. The bright color of the blood next to the pale blue material caused for another dramatic sight. The injury was throbbing stead painful, but not deep enough to be fatal. Ara watched as the man skidded to a stop behind her. He through his mask off, revealing his face for the first time. His eyes were bright and showed the wisdom of years much beyond his youthful appearance. His white hair was braided on one side, but the rest of it was a long, unkept mess. His pointed ears confirmed that he was indeed not human. An elf, which explained his grace. Though, his build was much bulkier than she might have expected to be normal for someone of his kind. Though that didn't seem to be the only thing that wasn't quite normal. Blue eyes eyed him curiously as knelt down and quickly ripped a nearby plant out of the ground before shoving it into his mouth and immediately began to chew it.At first she was confused by such a strange action, especially when he didn't even look up when she assessed him. However, as he spit out the now paste-like substance and smeared it over his bloodied leg, shrle realized the plant must have some sort of medical properties. When he spoke it was in the same uncultured speech as before. Understandable, but short and direct. She was beginning to realize that he seemed much more at home in the forest than what he would be in society. It was odd, and some people of her class might be put off of it, but Aravae just couldn't help but be curious. She had never met anyone quite like this. She was use to the formal speech and dress of the total court. This was bran new to her, and Ara had always been a bit curious. Too curious for her father's taste. Ata gave a small nod to his words, then took the bone dagger from him as he offered it to her. She did what He said without even blinking an eye. The dress was beautiful, made of delicate silk and lace with a swirl of ilentricat details and florishs. It was also expensive looking and many of the woman back at court would cringe at the blood stains and possibly faint as Ara used the knife to tear the fabric several inches above her knee. Once she was finished she bundled the fabric up and handed it to him. "Here," Now that she was able to move freely, she pulled her long, dark locks to the side and braided them loosely, securing the ends with a small band. Once she was finished she turned her eyes back to Veska. "Lead the way."━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ |
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Posted: Sun Aug 27, 2017 5:54 pm
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Veska "Knife-Ear" Lorlilia
Veska wasted no time in taking the material back and he paused for a moment, once more tilting his head as he felt at the material. It was so strange and smooth, not like the crude linen he wore or the coarse leather he often made. The man rubbed it between his fingers for a few seconds, judging the material silently with a focused gaze. He then shook his head clear of wonder and looked back up at the woman, Aravae, giving a nod and moving to slip by her and over a root, not bothering to look back to see if she would follow or need help. "Camp not far. Hidden. Lots snares. No fire today. Tracks there confuse pursuers." The elf stated back to her.
It indeed would not have taken long to reach it, however Veska was slow now that they had escaped, making them pause against a tree every now and then as he knelt down to the ground and listened for a few moments, or when he would perk up to listen to something and then motion for her to be silent. After a few minutes of pause he would give the all clear and he would then have them move again.
Roughly forty minutes of this stop and go and they would finally reach a place where Veska once more stood at his full height. In front of them was a large grouping of brambles and Veska looked around. "Camp here. Secret place. No tell Aravae." He stated, looking back at her sternly before reaching into the brambles and pushing away a group that hid a crawl space. "Inside. Not spacious. Will do." His hands then moved to set the bundle of brambles he was holding on another set so he wouldn't have to hold them. He then knelt and crawled inside, motioning with his foot to a bramble with the thorns absent, having been removed by knife work it seemed like in a particular place.
"Kick here when inside. Make hidden." He stated before continuing his way inside. Then, he was crawling away, no ceremony, no grandeur for the woman. Veska was certainly not willing to offer a hand of courtesy, not that such a thing would really be expected of him at this point.
If and when she decided to come inside the large patch of bramble, inside would be a hollowed out section in the middle, well insulated from the elements outside. A small hole had been cut in the top of the brambles, and just below would be the reason why. A small firepit encircled with stones sat, ashes from firewood sitting in the middle. At the far end sat items of a person, though there was nothing grand about it. It was a simple bedroll and backpack that seemed to be holding various belongings to the elf. To the left of that was a rack of now dried meat and on the other were various bones, skins, and organs that were being treated to make certain items.
Veska himself was on the bedroll, now undoing his bandage and looking at the silk, rubbing his chin as he looked at the dresses material again, still trying to figure out why it was so smooth and gentle to the touch. He would hold it up and try to tear it, stretch it, fold it, and various other experiments that would tell him how strong it was. |
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Posted: Mon Aug 28, 2017 12:02 pm
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ɑɾɑvɑҽ ☪ ɓҽɑυოoɲʈ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━As Aravae followed Veska through the forest it became clear that he knew it very well. Ara kept up with him, though she did stumble Here and there on protruding tree roots and hidden brambles. There first time he stopped suddenly in his tracks, Ara very nearly stumble over him. She had been expecting the stop. After that she paid much closer attention, staying alert so she could stop when he did. She watched him as they traveled through the trees. She had never seen a humanoid move quite the way he did. He was more in tune with nature than anyone she had ever met. In truths the distance they traveled wasn't very long, the journey however did take nearly an hour with all the stop and go movements. Once they stopped for the final time she watched as he moved some brambles asside, revealing a crawl space type area. She met his gaze, nodding to his words as he once again gave her that stern look. "It will be out secret." She agreed, listening to his instructions on how to hide the opening once she was inside. With that he disappeared into the hole without a second glance at her. Ara blinked once in surprise, staring at the entrance to the shelter that he had disappeared into. Ara looked around once more before decidi g to enter his hideout. It was growing darker and with the night would come the cold. This was her only option at the moment, so without another moment of hesitation she lowered herself into the camp and then kicked the spot he had showed her so that the brambles fell back over the entrance, concealing it once more. Despite that fact she was still accompanied by a stranger who seemed to be a wild man of sorts, it felt safer down here. It was hidden, so even if the bandits came looking, they wouldn't be able to find them. Plus it was protected from the elements. As proud as the princess might be at times about being able to take care of and defend herself, she was out of her comfort zone here. She didn't know the woods like Veska did. Plus she would likely already be dead or a prisoner of Veska hadn't stepped in. As she walked further I to the shelter, she watched quietly for a moment as the elf sat atop his bedroll, examining the silk from her dress. He seemed to be rather I trigger by it. After a moment she sat down across from him a curious look on her voice. He acted like he had never seen anything like it, and Ara assumed he probably hadn't. "It's silk." She told him, running her fingers over a scrap of the fabric. "Not particularly warm or sturdy, but soft and pretty. It's usually only used for dresses and gowns. It tends to be expensive... So only members of the royal family, duchesses, and other upper class women can afford them."Ara watched him for a moment before pulling out a small embroidered pouch, it jingled as she passed it to him. Inside was a fairly large sum of gold coins. "It's all I have right now... But once I get back I can pay you more." In truths, Ara didn't really even know how much one was suppose to pay for services such as these. She just hoped that whatever was in that pouch would be enough to tide him over until he could help get her out of this mess they were in. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ |
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Posted: Mon Aug 28, 2017 12:27 pm
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