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Post by titee on Nov 26, 2015 18:21:05 GMT -6
Manasa shut her eyes as the familiar feeling of being heal by one of Rezza's spells overcame her once more. It was such a foreign feeling to her, yet not an unwelcome one. As the spell concluded Manasa opened her eyes once more, observing the small man's handy work. He was impeccable at his craft, both of her wound had seemingly vanished barely a trace. Manasa looked to Rezza to thank him, as she did she came to realize just how worn the man seemed.
"Thank you Rezza, as always your work is impeccable..." Manasa tugged at a loose strand of hair trying to find the correct way to phrase what she had to say. "I have no more of my potions of my own, but I think Rylan left behind something else that could help you." Manasa thought back to the three potions she had offered to Rezza only for him to refuse. Was even of any use to try and help him anymore?
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Post by norimo on Nov 26, 2015 19:05:27 GMT -6
Ooro rubbed her at her own eyelids as the dreariness caught up to her. She watched the little one begin to doze off, who parted his lips as to ask for a bedtime story. She raised an eyebrow while pondering the idea of a story...
"There was a hunter and his friend," she began "The hunter was given the task of bringing back the meat of a bear, while his companion doubted his ability to do so. Their friend bartered with the hunter, saying- 'I bet that you cannot hunt a single bear before dawn.' The hunter begged to differ, retorting 'I bet I can hunt a bear before the dusk!'" As Ooro told her tale, she spoke the hunter's lines in a husky voice, while his companion was one of a collected manner.
"If the hunter lost, he was to yield his favored spear to his companion. However, if his friend was proven wrong, then they were to scrounge up the next meal for the hunter's family. With the bet made, the friend watched closely as the hunter's endeavor began. The hunter had almost immediately spotted their prey, yet its hulking stature would pose a threat to them. The hunter rounded up a few of his trusted allies, and from afar they all threw their spears at the beast. The hunter's companion laughed at the attempt- 'Oh, but this is not the work of your own! You had your allies strike the beast down!' Though as their companion rejoiced, the hunter lifted their head proudly, 'Yes, they had struck my prey, but they did not kill it. It was I- who dealt the final blow!' The hunter had pulled their spear from the corpse, and at once their companion recognized it as the one that was promised to be their prize. The hunter's friend stomped their foot furiously, 'Foul play! You knew I would sit idly- believing I had won- until the last moment!' The hunter burst into laugher, 'That I did! Now it is you who must hunt for me!' And with that, the companion was bound by their word to attempt the victory the hunter had made before, and toiled for endless nights to try and repeat their hunter's triumph..."
Ooro smiled to herself, leaning backwards as she did so, until she curled up into a ball. Slowly, she drifted to sleep as she recalled the evenings she spent in search of a meal for Marcus' family.
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Post by ChibiGissy on Nov 26, 2015 19:15:17 GMT -6
Mimisko went back to the campfire. There are alot of things she has to think about. " I didn't know that this is going to end up like this...I may think Oxy should live to have a brighter future...I know there will be those that may not argee. Pinky being one of them."" No shit, Sherlock! Do you wants some award for that?!" Just than that same, errie voice Mimisko heard from the battle is back. " Geez, Mimisko, that drama you seen was soooooo drawn out!!!" " Leave my guild out of this, you jerk!!" Mimisko put her hands on her head. " Leave my guild out of this!!!" " No! Your mother killed me a long time ago..... Kama has killed Taraiga, TWICE! I make you and Shadow Slayers SUFFER as much as possible! Even the dead members, even those who souls that don't exist anymore. YOU WILL ALL! SUFFER!!!!" Mimisko began to cry for that moment. Until she here's her mother's voice. " Teinpanalu! I should have KNOWN it was you! Get out of Mimisko at once! Go back with Sandor from once you came!!!!" " Lopiya, go eat a dick!" Just then, a black flame appeared, hovering over Mimisko's head. This was not Mimisko's fire. " You know what, FINE! I'll find another poor sap to find that is surprisingly alive. See if I care. But I will use that to my need. You'll see....!"The black fire flew off. " There are other shitty voices in other members heads anyways. So ya'll assholes later." Mimisko had a blank stare. She didn't know what to say. " I'm sorry, Mimisko, I should've have jumped in sooner. Please stay strong." Mimisko nodded. She wispered. "I will, Mama..." Mimisko walked closer to the campfire. And She sat next to Nicolas. She felt a little tired so she ended up falling asleep, while sitting next to him. (( Penguin I hope you don't that I say Nicolas is by the campfire already. ^^;; I know, that there are a crap ton of pages here. ;w;.)) |
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Post by Miki Sayaka on Nov 26, 2015 21:03:41 GMT -6
"Thank you Rezza, as always your work is impeccable..." Manasa tugged at a loose strand of hair trying to find the correct way to phrase what she had to say. "I have no more of my potions of my own, but I think Rylan left behind something else that could help you." Manasa thought back to the three potions she had offered to Rezza only for him to refuse. Was even of any use to try and help him anymore? The healer bowed slightly and allowed his staff to clink to the ground. "Oh, no no that will not be necessary, an extended rest should certainly be more than enough." Rezza waved a hand limply as he began to unfasten his belt. Letting it plop to the ground Rezza fell down to the floor looking sullenly into the fire. "I don't know why you try to help..." He mumbled digging one of the cloths out of his bag. Scooping his gloves off the ground he wrapped them up before stuffing them into the bag. While he would have to clean them that would have to wait, it was much too late now. "That sort o' stuff's only a waste." Giving a shrug he continued to mumble quietly his voice going flat. "It's too late for all that anyway," Rezza attempted to bring his voice to a normal speaking level. "you should, perhaps, consider taking a rest as well." With that he flopped onto his back and stared blankly at the sky, while he never slept fully stretched out his mind wasn't quite ready to slow down enough. |
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Post by MonkeyandMooseInc on Nov 26, 2015 22:52:21 GMT -6
Zerah continued to make work of the deer's leg. He tore into it, bite after bite, each more furious than the last, until nothing but a femur remained. Zerah shifted his claw to resemble a blade and began sharpening the bone. He sharpened the end of the femur until it was at a fine point. Zerah smiled a bit, proud of how quickly he made work of it.
"This should do." He said under his breath.
Zerah began cutting a large chunk out of the deer's hide and jabbed it with the bone. He used the bone as a makeshift stick with which to roast the meat with. He could've used his blood, but he didn't want to risk lighting himself on fire. He let the meat cook much longer that he had the leg, for the raw limb wasn't too appealing. As the meat smoked, Zerah brought it up to his mouth. The meat looked well done, so he dug into it again. Zerah began to drool a bit as the cooked meal was a huge improvement from the leg he had previously devoured.
"This is the best meal I've had in awhile," Zerah said, quietly as he slurped up a drop of spit that had been making its way down his chin.
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Post by cassiroll on Nov 27, 2015 1:13:14 GMT -6
Ooro rubbed her at her own eyelids as the dreariness caught up to her. She watched the little one begin to doze off, who parted his lips as to ask for a bedtime story. She raised an eyebrow while pondering the idea of a story... "There was a hunter and his friend," she began "The hunter was given the task of bringing back the meat of a bear, while his companion doubted his ability to do so. Their friend bartered with the hunter, saying- 'I bet that you cannot hunt a single bear before dawn.' The hunter begged to differ, retorting 'I bet I can hunt a bear before the dusk!'" As Ooro told her tale, she spoke the hunter's lines in a husky voice, while his companion was one of a collected manner. "If the hunter lost, he was to yield his favored spear to his companion. However, if his friend was proven wrong, then they were to scrounge up the next meal for the hunter's family. With the bet made, the friend watched closely as the hunter's endeavor began. The hunter had almost immediately spotted their prey, yet its hulking stature would pose a threat to them. The hunter rounded up a few of his trusted allies, and from afar they all threw their spears at the beast. The hunter's companion laughed at the attempt- 'Oh, but this is not the work of your own! You had your allies strike the beast down!' Though as their companion rejoiced, the hunter lifted their head proudly, 'Yes, they had struck my prey, but they did not kill it. It was I- who dealt the final blow!' The hunter had pulled their spear from the corpse, and at once their companion recognized it as the one that was promised to be their prize. The hunter's friend stomped their foot furiously, 'Foul play! You knew I would sit idly- believing I had won- until the last moment!' The hunter burst into laugher, 'That I did! Now it is you who must hunt for me!' And with that, the companion was bound by their word to attempt the victory the hunter had made before, and toiled for endless nights to try and repeat their hunter's triumph..." Ooro smiled to herself, leaning backwards as she did so, until she curled up into a ball. Slowly, she drifted to sleep as she recalled the evenings she spent in search of a meal for Marcus' family. Oxy fell asleep smiling at Ooro's story, his two toys falling from his hands and next to the log with soft 'thuds'. He cooed softly, his cloak drawn over himself like a blanket. For a split second, it seemed as if red lines were appearing across his skin, before they vanished once more. The illusion was struggling to keep up at this point with the pendant so damaged, it was a wonder it was still working at all. Time was ticking, and it was doubtful it would last another half day. Celty, or Clarissa at this point in time, rolled back over just in time to spot the flicker. She frowned before leaning up slowly, eyeing everyone wearily. She wasn't good at pretending to be the mother, that much she knew. But it was boring for her to waste the time she had free range over this body on just loafing around. Getting to her feet, she trekked into the forest. No one stopped her, which she was grateful for and also surprised by. Walking through the woods, she took a deep breath, closing her eyes and listening to the sounds around her. The imp had given her an idea, and it might make others kinder to her host if only for a few moments. She pulled off the tatters of her cloak, giving it a good shake. It glowed slightly for a moment before stretching and contorting, reverting back to it's state before the battle. For the most part, at least. The hood had to be lost in order to repair the other damage, but at least there weren't any holes now and it could properly cover her shoulders. She went up to different trees, placing her fingers lightly on the trunks to get a sense of what food sources might be available. She found four birds nests after some searching, collecting about a dozen eggs of various types and sizes. She also located a larger berry bush, and plucked what remained, which was only a couple of handfuls since most were ruined at this point from the weather. As a final though, she grabbed several long, thin rocks where she could find them along with a variety of sticks. Using her cloak to carry her findings, she returned to the fire, going towards where most of the people seemed to be gathered. She laid the cloak out on the ground and peered around at the faces wearily, deciding limiting her words would be best to avoid seeming out of place again like before. "Here," she said softly, "take what you want." She plucked two eggs from the pile, leaving ten behind and all of the berries, before sitting down next to the cloak. She peeled apart a few of the damper sticks so that they were stringy and bendable. She used these thinner, flexible pieces to tie a stronger stick to one of the thin rocks. Satisfied it wasn't going to fall off, she cracked one of the two eggs onto the rock and carefully held it out over the fire to cook. "I can help cook them, too." She said quietly, not sure if this act of kindness was out of place for Celty. |
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Post by titee on Nov 27, 2015 15:40:47 GMT -6
"Mm... You're a part of the team, it's only common sense you be healed just like the rest of us." Manasa paused. She wanted to wrap things up with the priest, as he presence seemed to simply bother him. "If you ever need anything I have dances that can revitalize your body and mind, don't be afraid to ask." With that she turned away from Rezza and back towards her pile of flowers with a polite nod.
Manasa looked around to need guild mates, a bit of disappointment tugging at the corners of her mouth. She had hope that her sentiment would have brought ease to them, or at the very least one or two would have joined in. Instead she assumed her offer went completely unnoticed, garnering even less attention than her proclamation earlier that day. Manasa pushed the pile of flowers away and brought her legs up to her chin. She buried her face in her knees as she tried to process today's events. From her toxic blood to Rezza refusing her help to the guild's apathy towards her, everything seemed to pile up on the worst day possible. She truly was and always would be an outsider... but would things had gone differently if Rylan was here right now? Just thinking of what had become of her dear friend and her helplessness to save him brought golden droplets to Manasa's eyes. She haplessly reached out and plucked one of the berries Clarissa had gathered, chewing it in her mouth for much longer than she needed to before swallowing in it in an all to drawn out process. They tasted nothing like the strong, tangy yet woody berries from the desert.
Perhaps due to her loneliness, or because she missed home, Manasa began to sing softly in a peculiar and foreign tongue; native Vishkanyan. The syllables flowed from the top for her mouth to the back of her teeth and then out her mouth, creative a drawn out and bird like song. The words were as familiar to her as her own heartbeat as they were one sung to every vishkanyan as a child; a lullaby.
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Post by funnybunnyjay on Nov 27, 2015 17:59:44 GMT -6
Night time came and the Shadow Slayers went to sleep once again. Just like before there were some members who would take shifts to watch out for any fearens, and many of them kept a close eye on Oxy. Kama woke up early and received yet another message from his old ally Hikaku. This time the message contained more information about the fearens and a pleasant surprise. It seemed like that the Shadow Slayers would be staying somewhere much more comfortable for once. As soon as all of the guild members woke up Kama told everyone the good news "Good morning chumps. I've received a message from an old friend of mine named Hikaku. I don't know how he found out but Hikaku told his guild that we killed Tairaga. Darik Castle was recently abandoned and as a thank you gift Hikaku's guild members decided to be kind enough to clean up the place for us and prepared some surprises for us at the castle. Unfortunately they're busy so they won't be able to meet us at Darik castle, but at least now we've got a much better place to stay than this ugly place. Now get up everyone. Get a move on. We're going to the castle right now." The Shadow Slayers walked until noon, and fortunately the path to the castle didn't stray very far away from Valdus's foot print trail. As soon as they arrived at Darik castle Kama kicked the door open and what they saw inside was even better than what Kama was expecting. It was a large, fancy, sparkling clean dream come true. Hikaku's guild even prepared a feast for them. The entrance room had a long table in it with all sorts of food on it, and a note on the table prepared by one of Hikaku's guild members that said "Thank you for helping us fight the fearens! Enjoy your meal Shadow Slayers!" Kama didn't pray or even give a chance for all of the Shadow Slayers to go inside before he shouted "THE MEAT IS MINE!" Kama ran inside and started chomping down on all of the meat on the table with no table manners whatsoever. Current objective
It was probably already fairly obvious but now you can pretty much make your character do whatever you want as long as you don't break the rules. You're allowed to establish anything you want about this castle that the Shadow Slayers are staying in, and you can make up any room you want for the castle as long as it doesn't contradict something that another role player has established. After the feast Kama is going to have a meeting with the guild members about the information Hikaku has given him on the fearens, so if you want to participate in that group discussion then I suggest you don't make your character leave the table until I get around to starting that meeting. |
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Post by schribbit on Nov 27, 2015 18:20:15 GMT -6
Daryn could have cried from the sight of so much food. She ran to the table and immediately started scarfing down whatever kind of meat was there, not caring about Kama's previous shouts of claiming it. She didn't even sit down, she just grabbed a plate and filled it with food. She could have had a heart attack when her eyes landed on croissants, piling 4 of them on her plate. Sitting around at a table didn't sound like fun to Daryn, so she took her plate and made off to explore the grounds.
"So long guys, I'm going to explore!" She shouted, not caring who heard her. What she wanted to find was a nice cozy bed where she could remember to go to to sleep later that day.
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Post by cassiroll on Nov 27, 2015 18:32:51 GMT -6
Celty and Oxy walked in tentatively, still wary of their fellow guild members. Celty sat as far away from the others as she could, gnawing quietly on a plain piece of bread. Oxy, however, went up to different guild members in excitement, asking a million questions about the food before him. He hadn't had more than wild plants and game his whole life, and seeing things prepared like this was mystical. His tiny fingers were in every dish, not knowing this was rude.
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Post by ChibiGissy on Nov 27, 2015 18:35:33 GMT -6
((Before at the castle))
Mimisko has set up a letter for Kelemio. It wrote. She wanted to keep her focus on that after last night.
"Hey Kelemio,
I am very glad that you are very proud of me. I was pleasently surprised myself that I was able to make it this far.
Kama is actually a great guild leader! He does know how to keep his guild going!! I actually got along with some of the such, members such as Nicolas, Gremlon, and a few more!
However, it was not all without stuggles. In fact... some fellow guild members didn't make it. That does include another friend.. And in some way, shape, or form, he does kinda remind me of dad, minus all the cheesy joke he would make.
Speaking of, I have heard Mama's voice. She was reinsuring to help me keep going."
Mimisko wanted to say more but she ended the letter with.
"Anyways, I have to get going. Seems that Shadow Slayers is going to Darik Castle, since Tairaga died again.
Your Sister,
Mimisko."
"Heiyato!"
Heiyato flew to Mimisko, while still holding the empty bottle. Mimisko put the message in the bottle.
"I finished my letter. Take this to Kelemio."
Heiyato nodded. He took the bottle and flew up and away.
Mimisko followed the fellow Shadow Slayers
((At the castle))
"Whoa! I never been a castle like this before."
Mimisko is amazed on how well the castle is at this point in time. She sees the food that was on the table and Kama racing down the get some of the meat on the Table.
"Oh dear, Mama. You never told me Kama loves meat that much.."
Mimisko giggled a bit.
She politely sat on the table, clapped her hands together, and say
"Thank you for the food!"
She chose what was around her, sip a sea of cheppermint tea, and started eating. She looks back as waves.
"Hey guys, the foods really good here! "
She smiles.
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Post by zenguardian on Nov 27, 2015 18:45:33 GMT -6
As soon as Kama kicked the door to the castle open, the smell of food immediately permeated the air. Fallen hadn't seen such a spectacular arrangement of food since the invasion of the fearen began. He didn't get back to the camp from the day before until the the morning when they departed. Needless to say, he was famished.
Fallen walked over and joined Mimisko at the table. He hadn't had much interaction with his guild mates and sought to change that. Although the time they spent in each other's company was relatively brief, they've been through so much together. None of them should feel like strangers anymore.
"Looks delicious!" he said.
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Post by melty on Nov 27, 2015 18:47:26 GMT -6
Luair spent more time inspecting every little thing she saw than eating. The castle was quite the place to behold; it was alike a winding maze and could easily make the average person curious. She picked foods that she was familiar with, avoiding anything too vast or grand. She took a bite and her lips curled from the intense flavour. It was delicious. It was certainly a change from berries and raw plants. She finished off what she had taken and thought of what to do next. There wasn't a chance she could brave it alone like Daryn, so she instead decided on asking someone to accompany her. She turned to the left, then right and repeated this for a good minute. Would anyone be willing to? She didn't wish to become a burden to anyone's fun, and some by now would have their own ideas.
She reached for a food she particularly enjoyed and gnawed away at it, hoping to pass time.
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Post by Evan on Nov 27, 2015 18:47:36 GMT -6
Pinky was entirely unimpressed, and piloted Alroth to a corner away from the table. Pixies really only ate seeds, so none of this food was viable to her, and it didn't look the least bit appetizing. Dead plants and animals weren't things that made Pinky happy. She also didn't care for being confined inside stone walls where the sunlight didn't reach. Alroth didn't need much sunlight to be sustained, but it just didn't feel right being in this artificial cave. After surveying the scene for a few minutes, Pinky decided to get away from the great hall. Alroth walked noisily out of the room and headed for the roof of the castle. Pinky had - of course - remembered to retrieve Alroth's shield before the group left the arena. After being pressed within the tree all night, it had been bent back into its proper shape. |
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Post by Miki Sayaka on Nov 27, 2015 18:55:26 GMT -6
Rezza slowly approached the table stealing a small portion of food onto a plate before locating himself on the floor a ways away from the table. Bringing out his journal he sat it on the ground before him opening it to the first page.
"Common sense, my ass..." His eyes stared blankly as he sat hung up on the previous day. These people were nothing like the other members of the convent many of whom acted kind and courteous to all out of convention. The closest he really knew to plain members of society were the people he knew back home; on his occasional trips outside he spent much of his time in whatever lodging they were staying in, and when out tended to have little interaction with the public. Such favors certainly weren't common sense from what he knew of society, and the fact that they were being afforded to him was more baffling than anything. After ridding himself of his portion he began flipping through the front of his journal going back and forth. Three pages forward then back to the beginning, four pages this time then back to page two before flipping to page seven. His fingers pointing to small portions of the page. He practiced the shorter chants he had started to forget for a few minutes before slamming his journal shut and replacing it in his pouch. Straightening his back Rezza turned his gaze to the others, observing them.
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