In the Shadow of the Past (Invite Only)
Apprentice
gender: Male
status: offline
Alias: Victor Kaliba, though not remembered
Race: Arisalonian, Light Blessed
Gender: Male
Age: 24 Apparent Age
Clan/Family: Arensir, a Surname assigned to him by the people of Svikinstad
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Post by Aros Arensir on Jul 27, 2017 17:14:11 GMT -8
He had two skins and one canteen. The skin was offered- she looked as if she could use it. He felt no need to justify her with an answer just yet as he helped himself to his own meal. "I do." Came the answer after far too long a time. He didn't need to elaborate on Navaeh or Sedah, he imagined anything he said of them could lead to some measure of danger. The was jarring- this Kerrigan. Even her attractive qualities seemed muted by the wild way in which she lived- seemed muted by the filth, the horror that seemed to dwell just behind the facade of that temporarily soft expression.
Too far away from the city, she'd drifted. He wondered if the wood had some long term effect on her? A kind of madness? Or perhaps an adaptation?
He nodded at her words after another pause. " I seek the chapel beyond, that to the Old God. There is something there, left for me."
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gender: Female
status: offline
Race: Witch
Gender: Female
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Post by Kerrigan on Jul 27, 2017 17:47:32 GMT -8
She seemed to freeze as he mentioned the chapel. “Something left for you,” she mused, taking the water however not yet drinking from it. “Pray tell whatever that could be.” Her words were slick now; practiced at disguising intentions. She played it off, but curiosity bubbled within her like bone broth.
She liked the smell of him and moved closer so that her face invaded the space in which he sat. She combed fingers like white twigs through shocked pale hair, deplored as she pulled the wildness out, cordially invited him for answers with coveted eyes. “Oh, but there are stories aren’t there? About the chapel. About the Old God. You must know them, perhaps all of them. You go there now, don’t you?”
Again, she looked towards the tents where the others resided. “And why bring them with you? Accident, you say, and yet they remain still.” She drank the water then, her thoughts falling prey to desire.
~~Perhaps… fodder?~~
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Apprentice
gender: Male
status: offline
Alias: Victor Kaliba, though not remembered
Race: Arisalonian, Light Blessed
Gender: Male
Age: 24 Apparent Age
Clan/Family: Arensir, a Surname assigned to him by the people of Svikinstad
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Post by Aros Arensir on Jul 27, 2017 17:54:56 GMT -8
As she leaned in, he felt a stiring. It was as if a voice that sounded entirely too much like Verity's screamed "RUN" at the top of her lungs. He did fair enough in concealing that errant thought, as the other thoughts crowded his sharpened intent. He couldn't let himself get distracted. "I bring them with me, because as you know- The Forest doesn't let people go once they've went too far. The lore is anything if consistent on that point." He pointed out as he looked idly at the tent. For a moment he considered 'why' he was dragging them around. Perhaps they would be safer hiding until he was finished? Perhaps then his guide stone would -
No. Best not to entertain an easier path he could not take. He was set upon this path, no need to regret it any more than he already did. " I've heard enough of the stories. I know enough of them to know it is dangerous, and past the Arch it is worse. I know no one has stepped inside the Chapel since the Miasma- but I also know that I will. "
He didn't withdraw from her intruding distance, though he did recognize that despite her exotic appearance it was a taboo kind of sensation to look at her with anything beyond pity at best and disgust at worst. He was used to New Arisalon- baths and silks- scented oils upon the skin of women entirely too put together.
There was also the uncomfortable reality that he was getting kissed a lot lately. Mother had warned about that.
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gender: Female
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Gender: Female
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Post by Kerrigan on Jul 27, 2017 18:13:58 GMT -8
Eagerness gripped her like a rider will reign in a wild animal; the excitement in her eyes glowed deep like a jewel. “Oh, bring them,” she offered, “It’s much too dangerous here, surely.” Thoughts raced as to the ways they might be compromised, or perhaps useful, or if anything it was an easy feat to become lost in the meandering ways of the Wood if they proved unnecessary. But this boy, this Victor — yes, she had need for him.
She reached out an arm from beneath the caped jacket at her shoulder top, revealing dark markings like inked patterns on porcelain pottery. They whorled mesmerically, though their shape language seemed to have a more sinister connotation, perhaps something that may have been noted in ancient history books.
With that exposed hand, she touched him light as moonshine, angling his young face to her so that she may gaze directly into it. “Should we not be going, Victor?” She implored with her gaze gesturing with her head at the dying fire, the broken dawn. She trusted he’d be the one to find it, to get through it. He had the wits, the strength, the bearings, the equipment. She didn’t ask if he’d allow her to go, merely planted the thought into his head as if it was already agreed upon.
“We should not dawdle here and chitchat."
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Apprentice
gender: Male
status: offline
Alias: Victor Kaliba, though not remembered
Race: Arisalonian, Light Blessed
Gender: Male
Age: 24 Apparent Age
Clan/Family: Arensir, a Surname assigned to him by the people of Svikinstad
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Post by Aros Arensir on Jul 27, 2017 18:26:59 GMT -8
" They slumber. Do I have your agreement to treat them with some measure of kindness?" he asked his hand raised up to slip digits over her wrist, the touch gentle but insistent. His eyes were in fact forced to meet her own and for a moment, the chill in his spine from earlier returned- it spread across his muscles, but instead of tension it relaxed him- soothing muscles. If she had bewitched him, he didn't in that moment care.
Suddenly it became quite reasonable to take her with him. But he could not deny the core of his being that would not leave them. He'd have to juggle this new...'ally' and his two charges. But- it could be done. He'd have to. "Eat your fill. There is enough for them as well- then well get moving," he said as he released her wrist and turned towards his equipment and the rest of the camp.
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Newbie
gender: Female
status: offline
Race: Witch
Gender: Female
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Post by Kerrigan on Jul 27, 2017 18:39:20 GMT -8
As he turned away, she smiled in the devious way a spider might smile when it feels its prey wriggling in its web. Anticipation, it was. Confidence.
It was not difficult to make a promise. Large, taciturn eyes regarded him and mirrored the intention of her nod. “My agreement, why yes…” she said, lingering the last word like it was a toxin that slowly poisoned her lips. She plucked and gathered the remaining morsels of food laid out from earlier, pocketing that which she could not muster to eat in the moment.
The witchling felt victorious in her pursuit. The day had started with an encroached sickness that churned within her from the death of her wolves, and she had at the time wondered if it was worth the sacrifice to lure the other two into the Wood. She had not imagined they would meet up with this stranger; this Victor. Ah, but how elated she felt at the knowledge he parted so graciously to her. The change in her perspective was swaggering.
“Victor,” she said, her mouth testing the cheese. “I am excited to *help* you.”
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Newbie
gender: Male
status: offline
Gender: Male
Age: 17
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Post by Sedah on Jul 28, 2017 0:34:46 GMT -8
Sedah woke in a puddle of sweat, looking around at the insides of the tent he found himself in. He remembered the kindling, seeing the rabbit and the eyes in the darkness. The rest of the evening however seemed to be a haze. His stomach growled as he failed to recall whether or not he had eaten the night before. He waited a moment, hoping he would hear the calls of his mother from beyond the tent, he prayed that the other night was just a terrible nightmare however the calls would not come and he realized he would have to venture out of the tent to know the truth.
He let out a sigh, looking to his side a moment to see the gladius sheathed beside him on the tent floor. A sickening feeling fell in the pit of his stomach, his mind instantly acknowledging the events of the past evening to be reality. It was this moment that he would hear the chattering outside the tent, sitting up slowly and grabbing the scabbard of the sword in his hand. The voice of Victor was easy enough to recognize but the other voice was foreign to him. He sat up, taking a deep breath as his stomach turned once more, either from food of from fear before pushing his way through the flaps of the tent and facing the scene that lay before him in the forest beyond.
Sedah would lay eyes on Victor first, his gaze slowly but surely moving to the new woman before Victor. He felt the unnerving urge to draw the sword from it's sheath, a shaky hand moving slowly to his side and finding the hilt of the sword. He did his best to stay his hand, Victor showing no signs of aggression towards the woman as close as she was but Sedah had that same feeling that he had the night before. "W-Who is this?" Sedah asked, announcing his presence with a question while doing his best to stay the stutter in his voice.
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gender: Female
status: offline
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Post by navaeh on Jul 28, 2017 4:12:20 GMT -8
Woke up not long after Sedaeh did. Her thoughts moving to the conversation she and Victor had the evening before. A smile formed on her face, lips curled upward into a smile. They were getting to know each other. She had learned that.... her thoughts paused as she heard Victor's words just outside of the tent.
Rolled onto her stomach and placed the palms of her hands against the ground, bending her right knee till her lower leg rest against the ground. She then bent her left knee as well and lifted her body. Her hands and feet moved in sync with one another until she came to the folds of the tent. Head popped out of the folds of the tent, her hues drifting to her brother, then to Victor and... a woman? She noted how close the woman was to Victor and a pouted look became the expression on her face.
Crawling out of the tent, she rose to full height and moved to stand beside her brother. Lips parted and those lids closed to hide those dark brown hues. They then parted as did her lips, "Victor...?" Those lips closed and she gulped, was this woman one of the dangers that he had warned her about?
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Apprentice
gender: Male
status: offline
Alias: Victor Kaliba, though not remembered
Race: Arisalonian, Light Blessed
Gender: Male
Age: 24 Apparent Age
Clan/Family: Arensir, a Surname assigned to him by the people of Svikinstad
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Post by Aros Arensir on Jul 28, 2017 5:32:03 GMT -8
With a brief glance he wondered at Kerrigan’s words, her behavior- and held the thoughts back to better file his suspicion. He was not so easily deceived by a pretty face. At least in theory. The siblings awake, they broke his attention to the thoughts at hand.
He and the Witch had a deal. He wondered if it was the kind that would last. He couldn’t read minds- but her sudden zeal confirmed the simple security found in ‘being of use.’ Unwilling to simply kill a human being, he preferred to play this game certainly against someone’s benefit.
Lips bent to draw a smile, encouraging or perhaps assuring. “This is Kerrigan, she is familiar with this wood. She just agreed to help us past the Arch and through the way home.” He introduced her with a gesture.
“Get to know each other, break your fast- and get ready. We need to leave within the next 20 minutes.” He said putting focus to the task as opposed to the crew they were becoming.
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gender: Female
status: offline
Race: Witch
Gender: Female
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Post by Kerrigan on Jul 28, 2017 19:16:36 GMT -8
She listened to the two new bumfuzzled adolescents, vanquished her cheese, and faced them almost impassively.
"Familiar, yes. It is my Wood," she corrected Victor, standing now and moving beside him as if he was yet another possession that she owned. She regarded Sedah first; observing his stammering words, his flustered face, his nervous inquisition. She smiled at him, a smile that was cold yet enticing, like a silver fish in a dark pond.
Then, to Navaeh, she looked and judged; her face fell into a glower. Kerrigan looked at her as if she were an object to study, or perhaps a threat. Her lips thinned until they nearly vanished. She parted from Victor's side to explore the other woman.
She inhaled deeply, plucking Navaeh's hair and running her nose through it; her open palm obsessing with the material of her clothing; her fingers scrubbing at her skin as if looking for dirt. Small bells chuckled as Kerrigan dipped and tallied, examining her for defects beyond the wound in her leg.
When finished, she broke off contact in disgust and wiped her dirty hands upon the faded cotton at her hip. She knew they had to leave; wanted to leave rapidly and move past the small clearing. Nomadic in nature, her hatred grew if stationed too long.
However, she compared her disheveled figure to the one standing beside her and saw it not as competition, but as distraction. Navaeh was a suitable distraction, and it was unprofitable to her goals.
"Victor." She turned on a heel towards him like a toy dancer. "Should I bathe."
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gender: Male
status: offline
Gender: Male
Age: 17
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Post by Sedah on Jul 28, 2017 22:05:40 GMT -8
Sedah continued to watch Kerrigan, obviously cautious of her as Victor explained who she was. As she gave him a smile he found it difficult not to smile back at her, needing to avert his gaze before he could maintain his composure.
"Help us huh?" He said at Victor, as if unbrlieving of his words. He wanted to believed that she was an ally but she gave him an uneasy feeling. His hand would close in on the handle of his gladius as Ketrigan closed the gap between her and Navaeh, glancing at Victor a moment before watching Kerrigan again. His hand beginning to shake as he fought himself from drawing the sword at her.
He looked to Victor again, wanting to move closer to Navaeh but unable to. He was afraid to move lest he do something stupid, the look on his face practically beggin Victor to do something. He would look back to her again, his whole body relaxing as Kerrigan moved away from Navaeh. Sedah gave a sigh of relief as his hand released the sword on his hip. At this point he began to wonder if he should just give the gladius back.
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Post by navaeh on Jul 29, 2017 3:56:23 GMT -8
Victor spoke, introducing Kerrigan and of her agreeing to help them past the arch and up through their way home. He also spoke of them leaving in 20 minutes, to which she replied, "Victor, are you going to change my wound dressings before we go?" the lids of her eyes coming together slowly to cover dark brown hues and then part, revealing them once more. She then pursed her lips as the woman moved beside Victor. The woman Kerrigan smiled at Sedah and Navaeh turned her head to look to Sedah, seeing the returned smile. "I guess 'you' can stop teasing 'me' now"
The crackling of leaves, a snap of a twig heard as Kerrigan approached her. Navaeh turned her head back forward to look to the woman who approached her. Navaeh wanted to retreat to the tent, but remembered Victor's words about being brave and how he would be right there with her. Those hues shifted to look to Victor, her brows furrowing and she felt a blonde strand being plucked from her head. "Oww" she exclaimed, raising her right hand to set her palm against the area in which the hair was plucked from for a brief second before lowering her hand.
Bringing her gaze to Kerrigan as the woman sniffed her hair. This caused Navaeh's head to pull back slightly, wondering what the woman was doing. Kerrigan's open palm reached out to obsess with the cotton like material of Navaeh's dress and robe. Navaeh's hand quickly moving to the material, fingers curling against it and the material bunched in her hand, she pulled it away from the woman's hand. Navaeh then felt fingers on her perfect young flesh, that flesh being smoothe, almost silky to the touch. the only blemish being the wound from the wolves. Navaeh's eyes grew wide and she pulled back away from the woman and took a step sideways towards her brother, "Why are you touching me?"
Kerrigan then wiped her dirty hands against her clothing, she was glad the woman was finished prodding at her and started to relax a little. This woman was here to help them, but Navaeh had an uneasy feeling about her. Dark brown hues shifted to Victor once more as Kerrigan turned towards him, asking if she should bathe. Navaeh wondered if they even had time for that? One thing was for certain about this woman, she gave Navaeh an uneasy feeling. A chill crossed over her and her whole body shivered slightly, tiny goosebumps appearing on her flesh.
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Apprentice
gender: Male
status: offline
Alias: Victor Kaliba, though not remembered
Race: Arisalonian, Light Blessed
Gender: Male
Age: 24 Apparent Age
Clan/Family: Arensir, a Surname assigned to him by the people of Svikinstad
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Post by Aros Arensir on Jul 30, 2017 10:36:42 GMT -8
He nodded, "Yes- we'll redress your wounds. I should show your brother how it's done. " he said glancing to Sedah to attend to it as well as he went for his medicinal supplies. He wasn't sure just how he was supposed to answer Kerrigan, but when eyes glanced in her direction he paused as he knelt to the ground and indicated for Navaeh to take a seat.
Fresh bandages were pulled out, the poultice soon spooned out a thin wooden flat. The paste was milky and white, enriched with blends of Aether to promote the healing. He suspected the wound would look miraculous when revealed.
"Kerrigan.." he said as he kept his attention to the wound as he undressed the wound, leaving Navaeh's skirts to be managed by herself and her brother, his own touch quite hesitant to brush against anything other than the wound. "Perhaps it would be best if you did bathe, if it is bothering you. I do not know what is ahead of us- or if you'll have the chance before we meet the Chapel."
His ears didn't believe what he was saying. This exotic, quite striking woman was asking if she should bathe? No doubt the tease of it was half her intent, and while he could not fully suppress how it felt to hear it- he could make it quite understood in his own mind that it was all a show for his benefit.
" All the same- I'd imagine you'd feel better." He said cleaning both around the wound and the wound- nearly healed in one night as it would've taken in one week. He set to applying new salve and began to wrap the wound carefully.
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gender: Female
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Post by Kerrigan on Jul 30, 2017 17:40:34 GMT -8
She watched as the three fiddled with the bandages. The perfect stillness in which she waited was like that of a spectral darkfawn, characterized by her fickle grace, the quietude of her breathing, and her fixated wide-set eyes.
It was a curious thing to observe Victor concoct poultices to sooth Navaeh’s wound. “Old Magicks…” she nearly scoffed, calculating the ways in which her new magicks could very well remedy the injury in half the time as the mundane ways.
She thought of her wolves, long fingers curling and uncurling as she did so, and remained silent. No aid for the Malefactor.
While they busied themselves, she began to shear herself of clothing. “Victor,” she said, the name becoming a familiar staple to her tongue. She waited until his eyes caught her before she continued, fingers extracting the various articles of cloth and hemp from her body. “I’ll go on ahead. There is a bog,” Naked toes scrawled an almost unintelligible map into the dusky earth, marking the area with a toe as she removed her black shift. “You can find it here.”
Her nude, white skin shone like hope in the decrepit, cursed Wood; hope that was then lost upon reaching her face which was now -- full of contempt and esteemed delight -- directed at Navaeh. “Do give a shout if you get lost,” she trilled. “I’ll be able to hear you.”
She bent to scoop up her belongings with a provocative grace, and cradeled them in the pillow of arms as slender and long as swan-necks. She looked to Sedah, Nevaeh, and at last, Victor - urging him non-discreetly with eyes that glimmered with devious gold.
Turning, she bounded from the clearing towards the north like a phantom in the woods.
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Apprentice
gender: Male
status: offline
Alias: Victor Kaliba, though not remembered
Race: Arisalonian, Light Blessed
Gender: Male
Age: 24 Apparent Age
Clan/Family: Arensir, a Surname assigned to him by the people of Svikinstad
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Post by Aros Arensir on Jul 30, 2017 18:40:21 GMT -8
Victor in all fairness was having a very stressful week. First Ray and that goofy smile of hers that could turn to figurative fire (and may real, but that's not verified) in an instant. Then there was Navaeh, a strange girl who also- oddly enough had fire in a similar way only it wasn't figurative. It had been strange enough that both had kissed him- but the almost cute meandering of teenagers in close proximity had him considering that romance was something that could wait.
Eventually, Rosewyn would choose his wife, he'd be matched to a noble family and given duties to fulfill. This was only more sure with Trent seeming to forswear all women but Milhin, and the idea of heirs to House Kaliba seemed unlikely in that direction.
None of that meant a thing apparently to Kerrigan. She didn't care that the strong young warrior had never seen a nude woman so clearly. He had only glanced a moment at her words and his eyes lingered for a split second, one that he quickly ended though his eyes would be slow to forget.
He finished up the wound care and stood up tilting his head away. Her urging of his gaze with her own wanton stare snared him for another short moment- but he only found the golden taunt of her eyes. As she raced off he shook his head looking to Sedah for clarification that just happened. He looked at Navaeh with a small nod and an evident blush.
"I guess they wouldn't have a reason not to do stuff like that. " He said assigning Kerrigan a *they* because surely she learned or didn't learn that kind of behavior out of nowhere. While he kept his composure externally it was still some moments later before his blood stopped racing in his veins.
"The leg is coming along nicely. I think you might just move better than all of us now, " he said to Navaeh with a late encouragement. If he were mortified he imagined she would be too.
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gender: Male
status: offline
Gender: Male
Age: 17
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Post by Sedah on Jul 30, 2017 23:16:10 GMT -8
Sedah watched Kerrigan, his hand still trembling as he stayed it from the sword while Victor spoke his name. He blinked, looking back to Victor and his sister who seemed to be preparing for something... to do what? He hadn't noticed but his mind fogged over for some reason. He felt in a trance as he walked to Victor who... prepared to redress Navaeh's wound that was it. He gave Navaeh a reassuring smile, the smile fading a little as his eyes found their way back to Kerrigan for an instant before he closed his eyes and looked back to Victor.
He watched while Victor undressed Navaeh's bandage, paying attention to everything that Victor did as he knew he would eventually have to do it. He did his best not to notice Kerrigan as he watched between Navaeh and Victor. It didn't take long however until he noticed Kerrigan, stripping before them. He turned his nose down immediately as he noticed what she was doing, his eyes growing wide as he did his best to pay attention to what Victor was doing but his curiosity got the better of him as his eyes trained themselves back onto Kerrigan.
"Ye-yea..." He said to what Victor had said as he watched Kerrigan gallivanting into the forest. "Right... yea..." He said again, blinking his eyes as he hadn't noticed his head had turned back in Kerrigan's direction. As she vanished into the forest and he turned his head back to meet Victor's, his eyes scanning him as if looking for some sort of answer. Sedah blinked, leaning back a little as he was caught off guard by Victor's gaze.
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Post by navaeh on Jul 31, 2017 5:52:06 GMT -8
Lips curled upward into a smile as Victor said they could redress the wound. She walked over towards him, the limp seeming to be gone which meant she would not slow the group down today, and for that, she was glad. Stopping a couple of inches away from Victor, she lowered herself onto the ground to sit. Head lowered and those dark brown eyes looked towards her legs. Fingers of her left hand moved to the skirt of her dress and curled within the material, bunching the cotton fabric against her palm, just enough so the dressings of her wound were exposed.
As Victor started to redress her wound, Kerrigan called out Victor's name. Naturally all three of them would look up and see the old woman start to undress before them. Brows furrowed and she wondered if the woman was that desperate that she had to get the attention of young boys? What was wrong with her that she couldn't have a man her own age? She shuddered, mortified and quickly looked back to her wound. When Kerrigan addressed her about getting lost and calling out to her, she wondered what the woman even meant by that. It could have meant a number of different things.
Those dark brown hues shifted to Victor and she forced a smile on her lips as he began to speak. His words however soothed her a little, but she couldn't help but wonder. "Victor? Is she going to be helping us after we make our way through? I mean she kind of gives me an uneasy feeling." Those eyes blinked slowly as she awaited his answer
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Apprentice
gender: Male
status: offline
Alias: Victor Kaliba, though not remembered
Race: Arisalonian, Light Blessed
Gender: Male
Age: 24 Apparent Age
Clan/Family: Arensir, a Surname assigned to him by the people of Svikinstad
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Post by Aros Arensir on Jul 31, 2017 9:47:22 GMT -8
His pulse was still a little rapid, and he felt particularly uncomfortable at the exchange. Unfortunately, it appeared Navaeh was embarassed enough for both of them. Once the Witch left to wash in a *bog* (which sounded like it may be worse than she already was) he considered Navaeh’s question with a contemplative stare before he nodded.
“She makes us all uneasy. But so does this forest. We don’t know what effect she has on this forest or what effect the forest may have on her- we only know that one of the main threats we’ve encountered- she claims ownership of. Her assistance may get us out quicker than we could’ve hoped. I can deal with uneasy for that.” he said rising fully to his feet and offering Navaeh his hand to help her rise.
“It’s only an afternoon- perhaps an evening. Then we can all get out of here.” he said with a sigh of exasperation. All this and the sword wasn’t even here… he could only imagine what his Father had prepared on the road to it.
Victor packed his belongings as best he could trying desperately not to think about how sans clothes, the witch didn’t look ‘that’ bony.
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Post by Kerrigan on Jul 31, 2017 18:11:20 GMT -8
[At The Bog]
The Witchling sank into the depressed earth settled beneath a large bog. Patches of spaghnam, peat moss, and other deceased plants whirred around her submerged body, encircling their mistress as if in greeting.
She cawed in retort at a pair of huddled crows, imploring them away with her voice. Crickets chirred and frogs croaked in a sympohony of loathsome beauty. Ah, how at home she felt beneath the thickness of rotted vegetation and dense swamp water.
Lips bubbled in play as palms slid across her lean form to remove bits of dirt and detritus. She scrubbed her face with the leaf of arrow alum, decorated her hair with milkweed and blue aster, plucked the petals of a red cardinal flower -- heated by magicked fingertips -- and painted her pillowed mouth.
When finished and clean as a Witch may be whilst bathing in a bog, she kneaded her hair and wrung it like a delicate cloth. Deft hands pulled the silver tresses away from an angular, sharp face that much resembled a fae or a doe. The black shift was pulled back onto her body and tied with the raggedy shawl that dripped onto her thighs like dried blood.
She meandered her way back to the campsite, plucking up entranced crows as they hung and drooped their heads around her. Carefully, she took bits of dark feathers from their benevolent bodies and tucked them into damp white hair.
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[The Campsite]
Kerrigan poised along the edge of the site, her shoulders pressed into the rough bark of a wide tree. "I see the vagrants still linger," she said, her head lifted, her expression urgent. "We are in need of much haste, are we not? The day is no longer young. Best we not tarry; the night is full of unholy things and not good for ... mystified... travelers."
She scanned the troupe for acknowledgement of their readiness, then to Victor. "I assume you lead us, then? Do you know the way?"
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Apprentice
gender: Male
status: offline
Alias: Victor Kaliba, though not remembered
Race: Arisalonian, Light Blessed
Gender: Male
Age: 24 Apparent Age
Clan/Family: Arensir, a Surname assigned to him by the people of Svikinstad
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Post by Aros Arensir on Jul 31, 2017 19:15:48 GMT -8
 "Do you not?" he said looking at her after 'bathing'. She still smelt of the wood, but it was foolish to think it would be otherwise. The camp was packed and he at least- was ready to take his leave. "It's six hours to the Archway if the Forest works against us. I imagine- as you have Dominion- we can make it in three." He gave the witch a smile, one that held no guile but genuine appreciation for her presence if she were true to her words. "Lead on, Kerrigan. I've no issue following you. " If all were ready, he pressed onward- making sure to let Kerrigan make decisions as they came to the many twists and turns of the dense paths bathed in endless fog. Oddly enough, the Forest didn't resist Kerrigan like it had been resisting them- and as they approached the Archway the dim light of the afternoon almost brightened before giving out to near evening. |
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Post by Sedah on Jul 31, 2017 19:24:06 GMT -8
Sedah watched as Victor rise and followed, feeling a bit third wheel as he looked out to the forest with a scowl as Victor helped Navaeh to her feet. "So how long do you think she will take?" He asked, not expecting an answer as he looked to Navaeh. "I'm glad you feel better. We should get some food in us before the woman gets back." He said, looking to Victor with a nod before walking towards the campfire.
They would most likely eat, Resting a little once everything was taken down and packed. Sedah looked up from his seat on the log near the once campfire as Kerrigan came back. He gave her a scowling look for a moment as she mentioned the word vagrant, turning his gaze away to look at Navaeh. It was obvious that she had contempt for them, in fact it seemed that her only interest was with Victor and that gave Sedah an uneasy feeling. However he stood to his feet, brushing off his pants with his hands and looked to Navaeh and then to Victor. "I am ready when you are." He said, finally looking back to Kerrigan for a moment. She didn't seem to want to acknowledge them as more than trespassers so he would do the same, looking away from her as he walked to Navaeh's side.
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Post by navaeh on Aug 1, 2017 3:51:16 GMT -8
Head lowered then rose in a nod to Victor's answer, she supposed she could put up with the uneasiness for one more day. He extended his hand to her and those lips curled upward into a smile. Reaching out with her right hand, she placed her palm in his and then rose to full height. Before Kerrigan's return from her 'bath', Navaeh ate some rations to keep her strength up and helped the two boys prepare to go.
~I see the vagrants still linger~ Those words touched Navaeh's ears and a saddened expression fell upon her face. Turning to look at Kerrigan, she asked, "Why do you not like those you know nothing about? Is your 'want' to get Victor alone that overwhelming that you pass judgment on my brother and I?" She wondered. Or perhaps it was because Kerrigan claimed ownership of the wolves that attacked her? If that was the case, why was she not upset with Victor for killing them? Or maybe that's why she was trying so desperately to get the boy alone, so she could kill him to get revenge on her wolves?
She waited for Kerrigan to lead them away from the campsite and then followed behind with her brother. Her head lifted and turned to Sadaeh and she spoke, "Sorry I wandered away from camp. Mother and father must be worried about us... well mother anyway." those eyes lowered for a second, then rose to look to Sedaeh once more.
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Post by Kerrigan on Aug 1, 2017 6:21:25 GMT -8
The Archway loomed ahead of them, merely paces from being touched. It looked like the open, screaming mouth of a wraith in the thick, abstruse fog.
She turned towards Navaeh as the question agitated her ears, saw the saddened look on her face, and perhaps softened her own in reply. There was a moment where she seemed almost torn as to how to answer. Often, she had been met with hostility and the only reply would be an obviously contentious remark. However, it was not often she was met with sadness or chagrin, and it nearly baffled her.
She remained silent for a fleeting moment, then turned away, and responded. “Do not think that your brother and yourself are special.” She gestured to Victor, to Sedah. “You are ALL vagrants.” There was a slight accent to her voice that up until now had been properly disguised. Flustered and bothered, she let a part of the pretension fall like a damaged wall.
“I am not biased. I dislike you all equally.” Even as the words punctured her mouth, her thoughts wailed otherwise. There was a strange pull about them; something that was unfamiliar and yet comforting. Something she had read about and discredited in disbelief. Family and coalition, it seemed, happened outside the Illyes coven.
Examining the sky and the onset of evening, she asked of everyone: “Is there a preference on whether we muster forth into the eve, or must you set up another camp before dark?"
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gender: Male
status: offline
Alias: Victor Kaliba, though not remembered
Race: Arisalonian, Light Blessed
Gender: Male
Age: 24 Apparent Age
Clan/Family: Arensir, a Surname assigned to him by the people of Svikinstad
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Post by Aros Arensir on Aug 1, 2017 20:01:29 GMT -8
" We should go ahead, we-" Victor was interrupted by a deafening roar from above, it sounded like a lion, but it almost screeched by the end of its thundering. Above them, flapping wings hard enough to stir up dust was a horrific creature- the mighty jaws of a lion with teeth dripping with burning saliva, snapped at the air angrily as reptilian wings beat and talons lashed out- but it was the tail of the dreaded Manticore that frightened more than anything.
It cracked like a whip the size of a tree trunk and the barbs- long quills that could easily pierce through most any target were launched in a volley right at the mass of the young party. The quills launched the Manticore lead into a banking turn taking a wide angle for another pass, confident that he'd be dealing with one less human when he passed over again.
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Post by Sedah on Aug 1, 2017 23:10:26 GMT -8
Sedah brought his hand up, resting on Navaeh's shoulder as a sort of reassurance while looking to Kerrigan with a look of distaste. He wanted to say those words right back at her, dislike, vagrant. He didn't however, having learned when very young how to hold his tongue when dealing with unsavory people like that and instead looked to Navaeh with a smile. He looked up to Victor, readying to nod as Victor began to suggest they move when the roar sounded through the air.
"What the hell!" Sedah shouted, looking up with shock and fear to the creature above them where the sound emanated as he ducked down a little, clutching Navaeh's shoulder as he did his best to stay his ground for her. He stepped forward, drawing the gladius with a shaky hand and watching the beast, looking to Victor in hopes that he wouldn't have to fight that thing. Sedah looked to Navaeh, gulping a little as he looked back to the beast. He wished he could be brave, be a hero but he had never had experience and when it came time to stand up his knees began to buckle.
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Post by navaeh on Aug 2, 2017 17:58:05 GMT -8
She made the witch pause for a moment as she looked to her wondering what she and her brother did to deserve such treatment. She could not understand it. That head tilted upward to look upon her brother as she felt his hand on her shoulder. A sadness lingering in her eyes. How could she dislike those she did not know? Perhaps she had been alone for far too long. Sedah gave her a smile and she returned it slightly. Just then, her ears caught Victor's words of moving forward. At least that was what he was trying to say when a sudden noise emitted from above.
A deafening roar. This caused Navaeh to lift her gaze to the skies, seeing a creature that she couldn't even dream up in her imagination. Head lowering, she looked over to Kerrigan, "Please tell me that is one of your pets and we are to ride it out of these woods...." Those dark brown hues looking to the woman hopeful, though deep down she knew that was probably not the case. The winged creature did not seem to be friendly at all. She wanted to cower, to hide, but remembered Victor's words about being brave and how he would be right there by her side.
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gender: Male
status: offline
Alias: Victor Kaliba, though not remembered
Race: Arisalonian, Light Blessed
Gender: Male
Age: 24 Apparent Age
Clan/Family: Arensir, a Surname assigned to him by the people of Svikinstad
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Post by Aros Arensir on Aug 2, 2017 18:42:45 GMT -8
The barbed spines of the Manticore were aimed at the group but one was aimed directly at Victor as if he were the primary target. He got cover behind a thick tree the spear like quill striking the path and sinking deep into the dirt. He brought his shield to bear and rushed back out, shoving anyone not taking cover off the open path. The young man turned towards the flying manticore who swooped down far too close for comfort and shook another few quills from its tail, this volley threatened most everyone.
Seeing the beast this close showed a long infected wound running from the eye to the jaw of the lion's head of the Manticore. His good eye was murderous, claws thrashing out as it came down fully to land nearly doing it atop the young lad who lifted his shield to swat away the heavy paw of the Manticore, his sword checked past his scabbard. He cleared the immediate pace in front of him with a broad slash that the Manticore reared up to avoid. "Everyone, scatter! Stay clear of his tail!"
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Post by Kerrigan on Aug 3, 2017 6:33:58 GMT -8
The leonine roar shook the very bones in her body.
Kerrigan’s eyes shot skyward, seeking the maimed and horrifying creature that threatened them from above. “It is not mine,” she snapped to Navaeh, and grabbed the woman as she stood beside her brother to fling her roughly out of direct line of sight. “Fool, girl!”
As Victor was pursued, it allowed an extra bit of time for her to see the ruined eye of the Manticore. Seeing its murderous gaze locked to its primary target, she determined the wound was caused by him in an earlier exchange.
She sank low behind a large, bushed thicket and began moving her lips to words that were almost silent; like a frozen vignette of time that seemed to grace her as Victor became her decoy. Dark filaments of obfuscated mist polluted the air where her right hand was poised and balanced atop her propped knee.
The dark whorls of stained ink sewn into her arm became deeper, nearly aphotic, and surrendered into a dull amber hue that strangely seemed to glow along the contoured rim.
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Post by Kerrigan on Aug 3, 2017 6:34:12 GMT -8
From behind them, a growl barked through the Wood. A bear as wide as Kerrigan was tall, and large like a prized hunting trophy tore through the brush with eyes aglow with dense, dark vapor smoking from its eyes, its mouth, seemingly its very soul. An aurous, golden hue illuminated the shadow-bear from within, much like the color of her inked arm.
It leapt from the ground as if it were weightless and rammed it’s broad side into the Manticore as it lowered enough to swipe its paw for another attack. The Manticore shrieked in antagonized surprise, impassioned by fury, and was knocked to the ground.
Kerrigan swam her hands through the air, fingers marking patterns before her, eyes blind to the battle. Dark mist poured from her tongue, filling her mouth as her words burned the insides.
The darkbear took sense to tear at the Manticore’s wings, shredding them to devastate any further chances of flying.
As her mouth heated, Kerrigan coughed and lolled, swiping her hand in the shape of an enigmatic glyph that recalled the bear from the battle. It fell into a light fog that dissipated quickly, leaving the Manticore as a disabled gift.
The Witchling scrambled to where the packs were, rummaging furiously through them for water to cool her scorched throat.
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Post by Kerrigan on Aug 3, 2017 7:01:05 GMT -8
Finding a waterskin — whose, she did not know — she gulped desperately and quickly. Her eyes searched and found the crippled Manticore that, even in its damaged state, still burned with an infested rage. It swung its tail at Victor, spikes pronounced in vicious lengths.
Kerrigan dribbled water from her mouth as she pulled away from the drink prematurely and fell under cover. Again, she grew stationary and hushed, conjuring from spindly hands the baying cackle of three wolves that pounced from the very shadows.
They leapt into action and surrounded the Manticore; one reared onto its backside and chewed viciously at its throat - clutching the skin as if glued there. Manticore blood fell from its black teeth; liquid hatred smoked from his empty eyes.
Kerrigan, in nature, would often confront threatening beasts from the Wood, from the skies, from anywhere. Ah, but this Manticore had threatened the troupe, more than once. It threatened Victor. It threatened her motives by extension. There was no redemption for nearly killing her chances. There were no questions.
The wolves bit and howled, scratched and tore. The Manticore was a frightful thing that that shot quills in every direction. The wolves, made of summoned shadow and not much else, faced no danger… but Navaeh, Sedah, and Victor would need to avoid the fitful demolition.
The beast was dying, if it had not internally done so already. It’s moves were more languid, tired, and wistful. There was a melancholic hatred in its eyes that grew dim, but nonetheless terrifying in its fury.
Kerrigan’s throat burned and hurt. As a new Witch to the particular craft, she could not keep the beings summoned for long, and already she faltered just as the Manticore did. Within minutes, she cut the wolves off and breathed deeply, pulling in the oncoming evening air to quench her cracked esophagus.
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