Menacing Threat? The dark one makes his first move.
Initiate
gender: Female
status: offline
Alias: Yawn, Izzy, Izalie, Izael, Izz
Race: Naga/Basilisk
Gender: Female
Age: 24
Clan/Family: Unknown
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Post by Izalith on Jun 8, 2017 22:23:30 GMT -8
Yawn was confused and scared, every single little sound causing her to twitch and shiver. Being bind she was unable to see what was happening around her, only able to take the mans word as she slunk a little closer to him. she nearly jumped back again as she felt him take her hand but this time instead of pulling away, she accepted his hand in hers. She didn't have time to react as it seemed things were happening faster than he could relay to her at the moment, hearing him ask his last question as she gave him a vulnerable look of confusion, one of her free hands finding it's way to her face as she gently place a finger to her bottom lip.
"Uhm..." She murmured, pondering the question for a moment. "Can I stay with you?" She asked finally, not sure of what the town may hold. She only knew so far that this man was kind and she felt safer with him, wondering if a town full of people could possibly accept a naga. The answer was obvious to her, knowing how she had been treated in the past. Her family was slaughtered just for being naga, and she was taken as a slave for it... a pet... a trophy as she remembered her captors sometimes say. There was no reason for her incarceration of course, her captors simply just wanted to keep her.
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Adventurer
gender: Female
status: offline
Alias: Worros, Sorrow, Crimson Rose
Race: Demon
Gender: Female
Age: Unknown
Clan/Family: Sef
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Post by Rahliasef on Jun 8, 2017 22:41:49 GMT -8
Rahlia looked towards the mountain for what felt like an age. Starring as she found herself lost in thought. Could that really have been Andrell she thought as she watched the dark clouds near the summit of the mountain. The clouds moved fast yet never away from the mountain, as if it revolved around the mountain. There was little doubt that the dark clouds were actually the miasma, floating near the summit where Galneon made his base. She heard a sound from behind her, the girl who was wounded was making her way to her and Rahlia nearly turned around. Something in her told her not to however, keeping her gaze on the mountain side. Rahlia took a deep breath, making the motion as if to sheath her sword however a sheath was not present. At least not until she made the motion, a sheath materializing along her belt as she lowered the blade into the forming scabbard. With another sigh she started to turn, hearing a raspy old voice as she turned to see the town now forming around her and this old man. Rahlia nearly blushed, feeling a little embarased as this old fellow proceeded to praise her for her aid. She didn't intend to be the savior of a whole town, but only was there to stop the evil threat that had appeared. The familiar aura drew her into battle more than anything she thought as she scratched her cheek, listening to how the elder went on.
"Thank you..." She said finally, having a moment to speak through the old mans ramblings. "Uh but could you perhaps tell me what is going on here?" Rahlia asked, watching the confusion grow on the faces of the townspeople. "Sorry, I mean I have never heard of this place before... Could you perhaps tell me anything about this town and the mountain?" She clarified as she approached the old man. "That really is all the thanks I need." She finished, giving a cocky smirk to the man as if to say back off.
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Amateur
gender: Female
status: offline
Alias: Piper Garland
Race: Mix breed (Nymph, Demon, Human)
Gender: Female
Age: 21
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Post by Piper Garland on Jun 8, 2017 23:02:42 GMT -8
Jorda smiled to Rahlia, his expression never changing as she approached him and asked her question. He tapped his staff a couple times, as if to keep track of the time she asked of the towns history and that of the mountains. After a moment Jorda nodded to Rahlia, resting his staff across his shoulder for a moment as he stroked his obscenely large eyebrow as if it were a beard.
"Well then..." Jorda said finally, turning around and taking a few steps a way. "I can definitely arrange that." he said, waving his hand at the crowed as he walked towards them. The crowed dispursed to their own business, still watching as Jorda led Rahlia through the streets of Ansem. "Follow me to my home. I will tell you everything you need to know there." Jorda spoke, leading Rahlia on towards the reasonably sized house at the edge of town. "I am Jorda, the elder and Chief of this town. The town is called Ansem and we have been building and maintaining our town here for a long time." Jorda grunted as he walked up the steps towards his door. Hopped up is more like it as the steps seemed a little much for him, causing him to climb one step at a time. "The forest on the outskirts of town is refered to as Alder woods." He continued, opening his door and inviting Rahlia inside. He waited for her to step in before closing the door behind them with a loud slam. Chuckling to himself as he made his way around Rahlia once again. "The forest is named after an evil Necromancer named Farron Alder, who used to have a tower in these woods. The location of the tower is still unknown or what is left of it." Jorda made his way onto a large chair in the living room, offering the other chair to Rahlia across from him as he cozied up to the fire.
Jorda rested his staff against his chair and crossed his hands in his lap, his fingers intertwining with one another. A younger woman walked in after a moment, offering Jorda and Rahlia some tea before hurrying off again towards the kitchen. "Nobody knows what happened to the Necromancer or his tower, only that once a year the dead still rise in the forest, and a thick mist covers the deeper parts of it at all times." Jorda took another deep breath, coughing a little as he adjusted himself and relaxed more into his seat. "As for the mountain. Well the town has grown to calling it the Lonely mountain. It's true name is unknown to us. All we know is that an evil presence has always lived in that mountain. Our Priestess, Piper whom you've already met. She has the power to erect a barrier that hides our hamlet from intruders and attacks. It helps with the undead and we have lived peaceful lives up until today." Jorda seemed to be a little uneasy as he spoke, glancing out the window to his right before looking into the fireplace. The light of the fire danced across his eyes as he sat there in silence for a moment. "There was one other hero though... A long time ago when I was still a young lad... A paladin with a powerful magic sword saved our town from evil just like that one..."
Jorda motioned to the sword at Rahlia's side after a moment more. "Actually the sword you wield seems to be similar to his. Except for the size and shape I might be inclined to say it is the same sword." Jorda chuckled as he closed his eyes for a moment and relaxed again. "Andrell was Ansem's hero. He lived in this town for many years, protecting it from whatever came at us... But one day the evil in the mountain stirred and Andrell went to confront it..." Jorda's expression became solemn again. Recanting his old memories. "That was many years ago... and the last we ever saw of our hero." Jorda looked back to Rahlia who seemed to be dazed by all the information.
"Our town is a bit of a story too. It was originally settled by a band of poachers led by a rough fellow named Abraham Finch. Back then people called him Axe master Abe." Jorda started with a chortle, nodding to the maid who had brought back his tea. He nodded in thanks as she placed the cup in his hand, blowing on it softly before taking a sip. "He is part of the reason we are how we are now you know... bringing all manners of creatures into his encampment. But Abe was eventually killed and his men fled to the four corners. Those who stayed in the camp turned themselves around." Jorda cleared his throat and took another sip of his tea. "The camp eventually grew into a village and more people came to live here in peace. By the time the necromancers curse started to find its way here, Ansem was already established as a hamlet. We even have our own tavern." He stated with a chuckle, turning abruptly into a cough that almost sent his tea flying. He was able to save himself at the last minute though, turning his cough into a slight grumble. "My father was the chief of this town since it's conception and luckily the it was able to survive the cataclysm thanks to our Priestesses." Jorda leaned back once again and relaxed himself. "Ah yes... We have survived a lot thanks to our priestesses. You should swing by the temple sometime and meet them. I am sure they would be eager to thank you for saving them." Jorda smiled, starring once again into the fire. "If it wasn't for the priestesses and the barrier, Ansem and the lonely mountain would have been destroyed a long time ago. Perhaps all this was meant to be." Jorda smiled to Rahlia, finishing his tea finally and placing it on the small table between them.
"I hope that should suffice for now... I am a tired old man who needs a nap." Jorda chortled one last time, nodding to Rahlia as she stood and left the house.
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Adventurer
gender: Female
status: offline
Alias: Worros, Sorrow, Crimson Rose
Race: Demon
Gender: Female
Age: Unknown
Clan/Family: Sef
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Post by Rahliasef on Jun 8, 2017 23:24:30 GMT -8
Rahlia followed the old man to his home, watching him and listening to everything he had to say. She did her best to stifle a chuckle as she saw him struggle to get up the steps. She coughed a little, knowing it was rude for her to be laughing at an old man's struggle especially after saving the damn down. She nodded to him and entered his house when he offered, taking a few steps in before waiting for him to continue leading her to his living room. She watched him climb onto his big comfy chair and nodded with a smile as he offered her the chair opposite of his. She adjusted Garthinean as she sat down, the large arms of the chair not very accommodating to someone with a sword on their belt. She knew it seemed cliche but found herself considering sheathing Garthinean to her back from now on. A light smile growing on her face as she remembers all the so called heroes she had met who did the same thing. Regna always made it a big deal, as if wearing a huge sword on their back was a right of passage.
Rahlia giggled lightly to herself before realizing what was happening. She was so caught up in her own thoughts that she had forgotten to listen to the old mans story, blinking her eye towards him as she snapped her focus back. She had just caught that the forest was named Alder forest after Farron Alder... Farron Alder was a name that Rahlia knew very well. She leaned in as she listened to the elder's information. There was more here in common with her than she would want to admit. She almost interupted Jorda, wanting to ask where Farron's tower was before Jorda answered the question before she asked it. It was as if he already knew any questions she was about to ask... In fact it was almost as if he knew her.
Rahlia crossed her leg and leaned back in her chair, listening to the elder's tale as he told it. Rahlia's heart began to race as she heard Jorda address Andrell by name. Garthinean had begun to shake as well in her lap, Rahlia holding the sword tightly as to not distract from the subject as she stifled it's rattle. As he finished his tale she already knew what came next. She already knew what had become of Andrell. It was the how that she wanted and it was obvious that nobody here knew either. Rahlia nodded to the man as he said his farewells, deciding it best not to tell him that Andrell was in fact Galneon. She stood and nodded to him before leaving his house. The sunlight breaking through the clouds overhead did little to comfort her as her mind returned to the mountain.
Galneon had been weakened, that she knew. But if Andrell, one of the most righteous and heroic people she knew to exist in her time was able to be twisted to evil than what hope did she have. She was once the wielder of the Shadowgarde, the nasty blade that yearned for death and blood. For now she knew it was best if she didn't pursue him. Instead she would need to tread lightly, and figure out what happened before they struck.
"Regna..." She whispered lightly as she walked towards the outskirts of town. If anyone could help in this situation it would be Regna. After all Regna was one of Andrell friends. It was either that or seek out Drake Phoenix, and Drake had not been seen in Tyran for eons.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 8, 2017 23:45:19 GMT -8
Kairn watched through the trees as Rahlia was carted off as the hero. He grinned a bit then looked back to Izalith. "Of course, its not too far away but i have a makeshift shelter to keep the rain out, a barrier to keep other stuff out, and some food stashed nearby in a river." He gives her hand a light squeeze as he steps towards the path of his camp "Shall we get going, unless theres something you need before we set out?"
(should move to another post since the story paths seem to be splitting)
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Initiate
gender: Female
status: offline
Alias: Yawn, Izzy, Izalie, Izael, Izz
Race: Naga/Basilisk
Gender: Female
Age: 24
Clan/Family: Unknown
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Post by Izalith on Jun 9, 2017 12:51:27 GMT -8
Yawn felt her hand being squeezed again, she moved closer to him as he explained about his makeshift shelter and she nodded silently. It wasn't long before they were finally moving through the forest towards his shelter. Yawn listened to the birds in the trees, she could feel the wind around her and she couldn't help but straggle behind a little. There was so much that was new to her and she wasn't even allowed to see any of it. Her body slithered behind Kairn as he guided her through the forest towards his shelter and away from Ansem...
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Adventurer
gender: Female
status: offline
Alias: Worros, Sorrow, Crimson Rose
Race: Demon
Gender: Female
Age: Unknown
Clan/Family: Sef
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Post by Rahliasef on Jun 9, 2017 14:13:17 GMT -8
Rahlia found herself walking through the small hamlet. A couple of the people greeted her as she walked by and she felt out of place. She was usually in the shadows, not out being heralded as a hero. She smiled meekly as she thought about it. It wasn't a bad feeling though as she smiled to herself, kicking a stone down the road a little ways. Ansem was an interesting sight to see. A small town but full of life. As Rahlia looked more and more it became apparent that at least half of the residence were not even human. It was interesting to her that many of Ansem were strange half breeds, monsters as some would say in the past. Ansem had been working as an asylum it would seem, for creatures that people misunderstood.
As Rahlia walked the streets she made note of two building of particular. The first was a blacksmiths shop, half of the building open to showcase the anvil and fire where metal was forged. A large sign with an Anvil and sword hung off the building, the words "The Glaive" were written across the sign. The second building was almost in the center of town, and marked the largest building in the hamlet. It was a three story building with a well designed sign above the door. Upon the sign was a symbol of a woman's thigh, dressed in a fishnet stocking. The sign entitled the place "The Silken Stocking Tavern". Rahlia gave a smirk as she looked over the building, wondering if it was indeed a tavern or a brothel. Rahlia turned to leave the town, moving towards the forest before taking one last look at Ansem, resolving to return in the future.
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Initiate
gender: Male
status: offline
Alias: Farron Alder, That Old Man
Race: Litch
Gender: Male
Age: 80ish?
Clan/Family: Alder
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Post by Farron Alder on Jun 11, 2017 22:13:55 GMT -8
That old guy was sitting on a boulder just on the outskirts of the city, cleaning his long ivory pipe with his cleaning tool. He had witnessed the entire fight, sitting in plain sight and yet completely hidden. He coughed a little, more like clearing his throat as he blinked, looking up at the sky.
"Oh... that's too bad... it's almost time." He said to himself, looking at the barrier around the town of Ansem. He shook his head lightly with a sigh as he put the tool away, taking out a vial of herbs that he proceeded to stuff into his pipe. He grunted as he packed the herb in, muttering a word as a flame suddenly burst at the tip of his thumb. He placed his mouth to the pipe and took a couple puffs as he lowered his thumb into the pipe, lighting the herbs in his pipe. He shook his hand to extinguish the flame on his thumb as he looked back into the sky towards the barrier, exhaling a ring of smoke into the sky. "They didn't even hide the place this time..." He said with another shake of his head. After a moment or two more he finally stood from the rock, lifting his hood back over his head and taking his old staff in hand, walking back into Alder woods where he had came from.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 12, 2017 10:33:38 GMT -8
Sam had bowed out of the fighting when there were strange glitches and sparks and tears in reality that caused him to keep changing places in the scene, continuity errors that had no explanation. Each time he interacted with the two fighters, he would blink, and be somehow on the sidelines again, just watching.
Finally, he gave up, disappearing from view.
(Left.)
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Administrators
gender: Female
status: offline
Race: Arisalonian Human
Gender: Female
Age: Appears in early twenties
Clan/Family: Kaliba
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Post by Laelia Kaliba on Jun 16, 2017 20:24:48 GMT -8
(Now that's settled, consider this a reminder to please keep OOC out of IC threads. I'm going to be deleting the other ooc now. Thanks.)
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Administrators
gender: Female
status: offline
Race: Arisalonian Human
Gender: Female
Age: Appears in early twenties
Clan/Family: Kaliba
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Post by Laelia Kaliba on Jun 16, 2017 23:02:07 GMT -8
(I have been informed that this storyline is considered concluded, and as per Rahliasef's request I am disabling replies. Thanks.)
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