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Post by Allie on Oct 20, 2015 5:05:41 GMT -6
She smiled at him, "I am fine, but maybe we should join the others?" She struggled to get up on her feet, chuckling a little bit to herself, "Will you give me an arm? I can make my way if you help." “Y...yeah.. we can,” Osseus replied while scratching his head. He hung her arm around his shoulder and began to take the two over to the fire. He remembered his hood was on Ooro, but the decided on an ultimatum regarding his heritage. If they wouldn't accept him based off the circumstances of his birth, then he would have to leave the Shadow Slayers far behind. Besides, would it really be worth it to fight for people who would burn him at the stake given any other moment? The two arrived at the campfire, situating themselves next to a male wearing pure white attire holding what seemed to be a spell book. He would have to tell the truth at some point to everyone, but then again it would make for a great campfire story. |
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Post by Evan on Oct 20, 2015 5:05:52 GMT -6
No one was saying anything.
It was a fitting moment of silence over this tree cremation ceremony that they all were attending. With luck, their ashes would someday fertilize more trees on this very ground. Moments like these made Pinky feel bad about her guilty pleasure of making furniture. Her house was as much a dead tree museum as the average human's, but if nothing else she had the defense of not ever killing trees, and instead using scavenged wood that was already dead. It was some kind of moral loophole.
"So that big guy back there..." Pinky began, still staring into the fire "Are there going to be more of them?" Having spent the last two years mostly outside of civilization, the pixie had no knowledge of the legendary fearen. Hell, even if she did it was a legitimate question. That, and the neon-headed nymph figured it was an opportune moment to start up a conversation since no one else seemed to be. Hopefully they all had words left after getting thrashed so hard.
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Post by ChibiGissy on Oct 20, 2015 5:22:40 GMT -6
Once Mimisko's done staring at Alroth and Pinky, she looks up at the moonlight. It is very pretty. She hasn't seen it this pretty since...well... 4 years ago. At that moment, she thought about her mother.
"Mama...."
She then snapped out of her trance. Mimisko notices Osseus and Ooro arrived at the campfire. She waves to them and smiles.
"Hello. You guys wanna join us?"
Then she notices how Ooro looked pretty un-healed ((words, Gisselle. How do you words?)) She began to feel worried.
"Oh! I'm sorry! Are you okay? Do you want me to find Rezza?"
((I'm fucking up so much in this RP. ;^;.))
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Post by schribbit on Oct 20, 2015 6:42:10 GMT -6
Kama looked at Daryn with a puzzled face and asked "Um.... Daryn... what the hell are you doing?" This was the last thing Daryn wanted. A conversation likely to make of her current state. She just wanted to get to the campfire, but no, this damn old man had to ruin her journey. Daryn sighed in annoyance at the interruption. She didn't want to deal with him right now. That, and she was starting to feel the fearen's blood seep into her clothing. "The hell's it look like I'm doing?" she retorted, not stopping for a chat as she continued to row herself toward the golden hues. "I'm heading to the campfire." she muttered. She was a bit out of breath, for it was hard to talk when one was dragging oneself across the ground. "Got a problem with that?" |
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Post by LadyAurablade on Oct 20, 2015 6:57:43 GMT -6
"So that big guy back there..." Pinky began, still staring into the fire "Are there going to be more of them?" Altheron closed his book once heard the small woman break the silence with her tiny, tiny voice. "I sure hope not...... but if there are, I will be prepared," he said, holding up his spellbook for a second. His voice began to trail off a bit as he held hi neck. "My spirit companions told me this would not be easy, but I never thought...." He continued to stare at the fire as if it would supply him with the words to go on. The two arrived at the campfire, situating themselves next to a male wearing pure white attire holding what seemed to be a spell book. "Ooro!" he exclaimed as if his weakness earlier was a facade. "What happened to you back there? I was all alone... And who is that?" he said, pointing at the small boy holding her. |
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Post by cassiroll on Oct 20, 2015 8:02:41 GMT -6
"I'm sorry, Oxy. I'm sure you will do great things in this guild. As for me...I'm not sure I'll be staying here much longer. I've only been a burden at this point, so perhaps it would be best if I were to leave... I'll sleep here tonight and leave in the morning. Again, I'm sorry for causing you people trouble and making such a fool out of myself. I hope you understand, I was only worried for everyone's safety, and I let my own personal feelings warp that, not even taking into consideration how you two must feel. So for that, I truly hope you can forgive me. As for you, Enoch....take care of them...and if you have any questions, I'll answer them back at camp..just....give me some time..." He could feel tears beginning to well up, and he wiped his eyes. "Again, I'm incredibly sorry..." Rylan began heading back towards the camp. Oxy reached out a hand towards the man as he retreated, but Celty held him back. If it wasn't for Enoch, she'd probably have died at Rylan's hands. Celty leaned heavily against a nearby tree, her breathing turning into panting. She can't believe what she been about to do...it'd been so long since someone had angered her enough to cause her to even consider that. She gave Enoch a tired smile as she slipped a little further down the tree. "Thank you..." She managed, "I don't know what I would have done had you not been here..." She stared at Rylan's form as he started to head back. He was far enough away now where he was out of earshot. "We should start heading back to. The others might find it off if we all remain out here for much longer." She picked Oxy up and gave Enoch one more knowing glance before starting to walk. "I'm sure you have a lot of questions for me, but perhaps another time would be better. For now, please keep what happened here between us. You saw how Rylan reacted. This guild isn't ready for this." She starred off at the flickering campfire a bit sadly. "Perhaps they never will be." |
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Post by titee on Oct 20, 2015 8:49:12 GMT -6
Manasa was taken back by the pixie's sudden break in silence. She thought for a moment, still unsure of how to speak to her, before opening her mouth to reply. "Most likely. I think what we saw today was just the beginning to be honest." It wasn't all bad though, Manasa's worst injury wasn't even caused by the fearen. The group seemed a bit more coordinated before... and with those powers Rylan displayed...
Rylan.
Manasa looked up and around, realizing that the priest had been gone now for quite a while. He was one of the few member if the guild that she was familiar with... maybe even the one she was closest to at the moment. Manasa scanned the area for the frizzy haired priest.
Manasa spotted Rylan emerging from the forest and sprung up and ran- wobbled- over to to him as quickly as her pained feet would allow.
"Where were you?" she asked, peering into the forest, though its depths were too dark to reveal much anything. She turned back towards the priest and smiled, though her expression quickly changed when she saw Rylan's state. Was he...crying? Manasa took the corner of her cape and softly blotted at Rylan's eyes. She had trouble knowing what to say. Comfort was not something that came to her easily. "What happened in there?"
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Post by norimo on Oct 20, 2015 9:51:23 GMT -6
"Thank you," she smiled at Osseus. Ooro stumbled over to the fire, still limping along the way.
A familiar voice called out her name, as she realized the shaman was to be seated besides them. "Altheron!" her face lit up, "I'm so glad to see you're alright! I'm sorry to have had to leave your body... but Enoch and Daryn must've taken good care of it, I see. As for what happened," she grew a bit nervous from not wanting to discuss the specifics, "That's uh... for another time." I'm still unsure about it truthfully...
Altheron had pointed to the rogue that she had used for support, and a tinge of playfulness sparked within her. "Oh, him?" her lips curled into a grin, before using the hand that was slouched around his shoulder to ruffle his hair wildly, "This is Osseus!" She chuckled at her own gesture, obviously pleased with herself. While Osseus stated he was technically older than his age, she couldn't help but jest with him as though he was a child. Perhaps, it was also her way of lightening up the atmosphere as well. "Osseus, this is Altheron," she pointed back at the shaman.
Her head turned to face the direction the question was heard from. There sat another younger recruit- a petite mage. I thought I heard a younger girl's voice earlier...
Rezza? I still need to learn everyone's names, it seems. "Oh, well, I'm just... very sore. If you think they could help, I would appreciate it miss, uh... may I have your name?" She looked to the girl expectantly.
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Post by Penguin on Oct 20, 2015 10:47:12 GMT -6
"Thanks kid. I owe you one. Damn you made this sword look even better than when I first got it. I gotta admit I'm pretty impressed. You should join the other idiotic lunatics at the camp fire and get to know them better. Maybe we can tell stories at the camp fire. That could be fun. Old hags like me have always got lots of stories to tell." Nicolas nodded. He went throught the direction of the camp fire. He reallised thet the only people he knew were Karma and Mimisko. He didnt really talked to the others, and he noticed a bunch of different faces around. " I should intruduce myshelf" he thought He sat down in the ground and examined the different faces He then spoke " Hello everyone, I believe i havent intruduce myshelf with most of you. Anyway, I am Nicolas Nikiforou, glad to meet you all" |
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Post by LadyAurablade on Oct 20, 2015 10:54:54 GMT -6
"Oh, him?" her lips curled into a grin, before using the hand that was slouched around his shoulder to ruffle his hair wildly, "This is Osseus!" She chuckled at her own gesture, obviously pleased with herself. While Osseus stated he was technically older than his age, she couldn't help but jest with him as though he was a child. Perhaps, it was also her way of lightening up the atmosphere as well. "Osseus, this is Altheron," she pointed back at the shaman. Altheron got up slowly to get a better look at he young boy. Walking around the pair, he could tell by Ooro's expression alone that he was good. Mimicking the hermit's earlier action, Altheron plopped his hand on the boy's head and tussled it even more. He started grinning from ear to ear before shifting into full-on laughter. "Haha, Osseus!" He could barely even hear the voice speaking behind him. He was having too much fun ruining his new friend's hair. |
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Post by Miki Sayaka on Oct 20, 2015 10:56:25 GMT -6
"Well, we're quite surprised ourselves." Gaynor made herself more comfortable by crossing her legs and snuggling down in her scarf, "By all means, I don't think we'd be opposed to having you stick around. Make yourself comfortable, Rezza. The others will make their way over to the flames in no time, you can help them then." Rezza nodded removing his staff once more. "Everyone needs all the help they can get nowadays..." Darkness very easily swallowed the entire scene, the light would surely draw most, if not all, to it. Rezza watched others begin traveling toward the fire, holding his staff behind him, his right hand holding one end and his left gripping onto the other. '...People as strong as this. It would certainly be in my best interest to stay amongst their ranks. I know I am pretty good, but as a fighter I could never do something like this, I would have to be insane to even consider facing Fearos himself alone.' Almost as if he were made of stone, Rezza stood completely still as he fell deep into his thoughts. "Oh! I'm sorry! Are you okay? Do you want me to find Rezza?" Mention of his name brought him back to the dark reality before him, and his ears twitched as he examined those gathered around the fire in a short instant. More people had indeed arrived, and a few more he could see on their way. The one that caught his attention was a woman, the one Mimisko had addressed. She had a somewhat elven appearance, yet looked far from what an elf should. "Oh, well, I'm just... very sore. If you think they could help, I would appreciate it miss, uh... may I have your name?" She looked to the girl expectantly. Rezza listened closely to what the strange woman said. Her appearance intrigued him, and he certainly wanted to know more. She appeared battered from the battle as well, someone else in need of help. Rezza did not know the full extent of the damage she may have taken, but even damage as minor as she claimed to have would be a rather easy task to deal with. 'Thank Lord Yakoshi that none of these appear to be a life or death situation. I certainly would not want to expend any magic on spells at this time, it would appear I already have enough on my plate.' |
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Post by not u on Oct 20, 2015 11:09:58 GMT -6
"I'm sure you have a lot of questions for me, but perhaps another time would be better. For now, please keep what happened here between us. You saw how Rylan reacted. This guild isn't ready for this." She starred off at the flickering campfire a bit sadly. "Perhaps they never will be." As Rylan began to retreat, Enoch felt all the tension evaporate from his body. With how close they came to escalating the situation, he was incredibly grateful that it ended without violence. His mind which had been racing and spinning since the day started, had now started to burn rubber as the mental exhaustion kicked in. Tears he didnt't realize were even forming began to stream down the man's face. Enoch nodded to Celty quietly as they walked out of the forest. "Indeed, we can talk more about this later. Right now we need rest." He looked over towards the two of them before back at the campfire flickering in the distance. "I will keep Oxy's secret, and take everything you said tonight as the full truth." His expression saddened a bit. "Please don't betray my trust." He scanned the area around the campfire. Most everyone had gathered over there, and he was ready to join them when he noticed something odd several meters away. He forced a small smile for Oxy and nodded to Celty before taking off in that direction. He could faintly make out something that appeared to be one of those dome fearen flipped on its back was inching towards the camp. He frowned and ran over, tears still streaming down his cheeks, his tired body holding his weapon on the offensive once more. "Oh what the hell now!?" As he got closer and closer, he noticed Kama too was approaching the bizarre figure, which he could now make out at his closer proximity. It wasn't a fearen it was... ...? "The hell's it look like I'm doing?" she retorted, not stopping for a chat as she continued to row herself toward the golden hues. "I'm heading to the campfire." she muttered. She was a bit out of breath, for it was hard to talk when one was dragging oneself across the ground." Daryn inching herself along inside the corpse of a fearen, paddling along as if it were a boat. He froze in his tracks as he took in the ridiculous scene, a smile tugging at his lips before something snapped. Enoch howled with laughter, nearly doubling over, as if this was the funniest thing he'd ever seen in his life. The tension, the stress, the exhaustion, and now this surprise that had twisted up inside his gut, all manifested at once as laughter and tears. He continued to walk over, his body still quaking with surpressed chuckles, and unrelenting tears streaming down his face, unable to form any kind of questioning words with his mouth. That would take too much coordination that he simply did not care to possess at the moment. |
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Post by cassiroll on Oct 20, 2015 11:31:26 GMT -6
Celty joined the others, eyeing Rylan warily as she walked completely out of her way to avoid him. She sat next to Gaynor, needing to be near people she felt safe with. Oxy sat quietly in her lap and looked around at everyone. He reached out his hands towards the fire and warmed them for a moment before his eyes landed on Gaynor as someone he recognized. He smiled at her.
"Hi Nora!" He giggled, using both his hands to wave even though they were sitting right next to her. He reached into his cloak and pulled out the ball he'd played with at the church. Celty's eyes went wide went she saw this. She knew for sure she had taken that ball away from him. But then she remembered she'd left her clothes with him during the fight. He must have grabbed it from there. "Wanna play?" Oxy prepared to throw the ball, but then looked at it sadly as though remembering something. He held it close to himself for a moment before suddenly throwing it in the fire. Celty watched him with confusion.
"Is this because of Rylan?" She whispered to him, but he shook his head. Her brow furrowed at how upset he seemed. That ball was the only toy he had. What would possess him to do something like that?
She turned to Gaynor and tried to put on an air of confidence, "I'm sorry, he's had a hard day." She leaned over and picked up a small stone, removing one of her gloves and quickly scraping at it with her nails until it was a mostly round shape. "I'm sure he'd still like to play with you..." she held the rock out to Gaynor, but then pulled back, remembering her strange attitude towards Oxy, "unless...you don't want to. We can just talk as well. I don't want to bring up any more unpleasant memories."
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Post by Melancholicdoves on Oct 20, 2015 12:12:05 GMT -6
She turned to Gaynor and tried to put on an air of confidence, "I'm sorry, he's had a hard day." She leaned over and picked up a small stone, removing one of her gloves and quickly scraping at it with her nails until it was a mostly round shape. "I'm sure he'd still like to play with you..." she held the rock out to Gaynor, but then pulled back, remembering her strange attitude towards Oxy, "unless...you don't want to. We can just talk as well. I don't want to bring up any more unpleasant memories." "You look as though your day has been rough on you more so." Gaynor mentioned, with a hardened expression on her face. She could see Celty was trying her best to keep steady, both physically and emotionally, but it wasn't going to do much pretending it didn't exist. Gaynor slowly took the rock from the mother's hand and nudged her chin in the healer's direction. "I'll watch over your child the best I can for now, your health comes first." It was the first time in a while she interacted with a child on such an innocent level such as playing, truthfully, it was hard for her to complete such a task. But for the sake of the day everyone suffered through, she decided to put on a kind face and pretend it wasn't going to affect her much. Seeming to shoo Celty to the side, she beckoned Oxy by wiggling her index finger toward her face and pulled out a small note pad and pencil from her back pouch. Having all the experience in the world playing with children, Gaynor knew in the ways of handling children. Celty meant well presenting her with a stone, but it was far too late to be spending so much energy playing catch. At a time like this, sometimes it was best for something more mellow. "Have you...ever tried drawing before, Oxy?" |
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Post by cassiroll on Oct 20, 2015 12:23:31 GMT -6
Celty made her way over to the new comer, her eyes still flickering towards Oxy. She was scared to leave him, but saw Gaynor appeared to be handling him well and tried to take a deep breath. She had to start trusting these people, or they would never trust her. She turned to the healer and and gave a weak smile, extending a hand. "Hello, um sir. My name is Celty. I'm sure you have a lot on your plate, but I hear you're a healer?" She tried not to sound too hopeful, her other hand pressing against the stitches on her side. At the prospect of getting some help, she was finally able to take into account all her injuries. Oxy had patched up her forehead, but she still had a rather nasty would on her side from him and several smaller, but damaging cuts just underneath her short cloak. There were of course bruises and scrapes all over her, but these would heal naturally and weren't a risk in the long term. Oxy shook his head, eyeing the notepad with curiosity. "Just catch and hide and seek." The hide and seek he was referring to was Celty's way of teaching him to camouflage and find places people normally wouldn't look for him, like she had done in the beginning of the battle. Other than those two things, play had been rather limited. Sure, he's played make believe by himself a few times and perhaps had pointed at the clouds and explained to his mother the funny shapes they made, but truly he hadn't had the luxury of much else over the months. |
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