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Post by ChibiGissy on Oct 25, 2015 6:15:21 GMT -6
"Group?" Luair looked around her. All the people she saw travelled together? Why? In times like this it was best to always go alone, or that's what everyone else was doing. But they were different. Luair wanted to know more. "What is this group you speak about?" Mimisko is a little dumbfounded that Luair doesn't know what she is saying. Maybe she arrived around this area in this morning and did not hear about the battle with Fearos. "Well, the group I'm talking about is the Shadow Slayers." Mimisko replied "Have you heard about the Shadow Slayers?" ((I'm late as hell, and I have work today because sale day. x__x;.)) |
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Post by norimo on Oct 25, 2015 11:08:42 GMT -6
He had met others?
Ooro shook her head, as Enoch retold how even his father's name was lost to him. That didn't change the fact that others similar to him were still being walked upon, as though they were dirt in the ground. She had remembered how easily Osseus regarded himself as "useless" due to being born without magical prowess.
It had made her sick to think that one could lock away their child so easily. The phrase disgusted her even. She had felt Enoch was brilliant, he exuded knowledge and empathy for the beings around him. Yet, his own mother didn't even want to look at him, and just because of the blood he carried in his body.
Above all, it made her sick because it reminded her of her own actions during that time.
Her eyes watched as Enoch imitated the gesture of holding his hands up, as to try and heal.
Ooro's shoulders tensed, as the worst part had yet to come.
The guilt in her grew thicker, and ate away at the back of her mind. "I'm sorry," her head stayed low, "You did nothing to be locked there."
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Post by melty on Oct 25, 2015 12:11:06 GMT -6
"Shadow.. Slayers?" Luair repeated. She hadn't heard of them, or anything similar. She'd seen many groups throughout her journey, or what was left of groups. Charcoal and firewood, rusted swords, yellowed spellbooks. Would this group eventually end the same way? "I am not aware of the group "Shadow Slayers"." she began, lowering her head in apology. "However I would very much wish to join if possible." "It'd be a waste to not get to know everyone here." "It's been a long time." she said solemnly. She took off her rucksack, opening it. From it, she unsheathed a fine, sturdy bow. It was a brilliant blue, and two branches made a fork at the top. "This is Tveiralmr, one of my kingdom's greatest treasure. It was entrusted to me from an early age. If there is a time to fight, I will be ready."  |
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Post by not u on Oct 25, 2015 12:15:00 GMT -6
Enoch looked over at her in surprise, smiling softly towards her. "Thank you Ooro. I've certainly come to terms with it at this point in my life. It's nothing to apologize for." He recollected his thoughts, his voice now leveled again. He'd never shared the details about his early life with anyone outside the other priests. It was... cathartic. "It got worse though, as I'm sure you can imagine, but going into detail serves no purpose. My mother finally snapped from the pressure after she lost her reputation and most of her medical practice and disappeared from the village. Which left me, a half that was unable to use healing or elemental magic. A drain on society." He chuckled a bit warmly. "My mother leaving was the best thing that could've happened to me. The elven guard came to my mother's house to force me out of the village as well, when I took off running. As fast as I could, I ran through the village. If I was going to leave, it would be on my own two damn feet." "Thats when I came upon the Church of Archex, a chapel on the outskirts of the village. Out of breath and blocked by the cliffside that surrounded the back edge of our forest, I ducked inside the well hidden door, built right into the sheer cliff face. And that's where I was greeted by the bishop and the priests for the very first time." {Spoiler - Click to View} He smiled a bit. "They taught me everything. They realized I could actually use magic, despite what the other elves had believed. I had a talent for illusory magic, and I was capable of learning Archex's time magic. They taught me about the world outside our small cloistered little village. Despite being elven themselves, they didn't care about my blood. All that mattered was that I was willing to learn." He looked down a bit wistfully. "They were my family. I stayed on the outskirts of the village for another decade or so." "The illusory mages began to go on missions a few years after I arrived. With the tyranny of King Tairaga plaguing the world, it wasn't safe for non humans to travel, so the priests skilled in illusion would disguise themselves as humans and travel, preaching their beliefs. Now, neutrality wasn't such a palatable subject during such chaotic times, but I was so enamored with the opportunity to see the outside world that I joined their missions." Enoch smiled up at Ooro a bit sadly. "That's when I learned a lot of the funding during such turbulent times came from tricking other races with illusory magic. Evil spirits that didn't exist. Threats that were truly no threat at all. We'd 'fix' them, for a price. I finally couldn't stand it anymore, and after a few years of participating in this theft, I slipped away from the group while they slept. I never saw them or my village again." He sighed a bit. "I would... like to see them again." Enoch sat back as he finished, looking up at her, his face looking far more serene than when he started. "It's been an age since I shared anything like that. Thank you for listening, Ooro. You know, it used to bother me when I was much younger. I hated what I'd been through, and even hated myself. If those things hadn't happened, maybe I could have been a different, better person. But, I'm here because of all those little things that culminated when I was younger. I'm alive and got to experience so much and meet so many great people, so it wasn't without purpose." Enoch leaned forward again after a time, looking Ooro in the eye, his own flickering with a burning curiosity. "But, enough about me. What about you, Ooro?" His voice softened a bit. "What brought you to where you are now?" |
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Post by norimo on Oct 25, 2015 13:04:12 GMT -6
No, its everything to apologize for. At least for me.
Ooro found herself bewildered by the Church of Archex, she hadn't known such a place existed. A place inhabited by elven who actually plead for peace? Something like that had always appeared to be but a distant dream for her. However, she cringed upon hearing the tricks the mages employed on the fearful.
She nodded her head, "Perhaps if I get the chance to, I'd want to meet them someday." If she was aware of its presence in the first place, she may have fled there instead of the forest. However, she shrugged slightly to herself- it wasn't like she disliked her life here. It was fitting.
"A better person? But how? Listen to yourself!" She beamed back at him, "You're... amazing!" Her eyes were wide, and her hand had risen to wipe a tear away. "Your mind is brilliant, and your heart is... beautiful." Enoch had seemingly overcame the weight her kind forced upon him, despite being told he was the equivalent of an abomination- he still shined brightly. Her kin had treated him lowly, and yet even when she told him of her race, he hadn't treated her with spite.
Though, hearing his tale almost made her wish he did.
It felt as though the blood coursing through her body came to a halt. Perhaps now, maybe he would.
She had finished on his request during his tale, and meekly nudged the breastplate and shoulders to him. Ooro got up from her seat, and reached for a few fabrics in the pile. There were a few of different shades and hues, and she placed them in the center they had spoken in. Carefully, her hands drew her needle through them, weaving in and out of the cloth, rather slowly as compared to her normal pace.
"It's a long story," a sigh escaped her, as she continued her work with drooping eyelids. And one I'm ashamed of.
"Enoch... I wasn't always so... keen on others, to put it simply." After his tale, it only made the guilt boil inside her more intensely. "I was much like the elven in your village."
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Post by titee on Oct 25, 2015 13:29:33 GMT -6
Manasa uncovered a small sewing kit as well as a thick blanket in one of the less ruined building of the village. This should work perfectly. While she was unused to the fabric at hand- only ever having used ornate and thin silks or cotton, Manasa was confident in her ability to adapt. As she stood up to leave the house, a tiny figure passed by.
Manasa watched as Gremlon hurried in, grabbed a torch, and then scooted out as quickly as he entered. Curious, Manasa stuck a few pins between her teeth and then followed behind the goblin. She pushed a few into the fabric every so often though most of her attention was spent watching Gremlon, interested in seeing just what he had planned and hoping he wasn't going to be doing anything reckless.
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Post by not u on Oct 25, 2015 13:30:28 GMT -6
Enoch's expression shifted, becoming a melange of different indistinguishable emotions. He couldn't place his finger on the emotion Ooro's words had elicited within him. Gratitude? Reassurance? Comfort? Regardless of this feeling's actual name, he felt... warm. Her words were kind and genuine, and he felt so much appreciation that she had been so accepting during such a vulnerable moment for him.
His attention turned towards the armor she'd completed during his story, taking it gingerly and trying it on as she started work on her next project. He lifted his arms and moved his body around, testing the sizing before smiling back at her. A perfect fit. "Thank you," he murmured, sitting back down on the pelt.
Enoch looked over at her curiously. He knew he shouldn't have been surprised by this. If she once had a place in her village, she would have fit in, in every single way. Yet this still struck him as somewhat of a shock. But he nodded quietly, listening intently as she began to speak. "Please continue," he entreated, watching as she worked her needle slowly through the fabric.
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Post by cassiroll on Oct 25, 2015 13:52:45 GMT -6
"Um," he stumbled, "Tag?". He then tapped Celty on the shoulder before backing up slowly, waiting for a response fora little while, then running in the other direction without warning. "You are it!" "Now you've got it!" Celty said with a wink. "Oh no, I've been hit!" She flailed her arms up with over exaggerated shock on her face. It gave Altheron the chance to get enough distance, Oxy clapping his hands and laughing, forgetting that he too was a target now. Celty made a bear swiping motion with one hand towards Oxy. "Oh, what's so funny!" She said in a gruff, silly voice, "Did you steal my gold too?" Oxy seemed to realize the tables had turned and shot after Altheron at top speed. He caught up with him and climbed up onto his shoulders, pointing straight ahead. "Charrrrrge!" He giggled, pointing towards the old camp site from the night before. Celty was on their heels. They probably looked like quite a strange sight to other members of the guild. "Give me back my gold, you thieves!" She lunged forward to tackle Altheron. |
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Post by LadyAurablade on Oct 25, 2015 15:39:48 GMT -6
"Now you've got it!" Celty said with a wink. "Oh no, I've been hit!" She flailed her arms up with over exaggerated shock on her face. It gave Altheron the chance to get enough distance, Oxy clapping his hands and laughing, forgetting that he too was a target now. Celty made a bear swiping motion with one hand towards Oxy. "Oh, what's so funny!" She said in a gruff, silly voice, "Did you steal my gold too?" Oxy seemed to realize the tables had turned and shot after Altheron at top speed. He caught up with him and climbed up onto his shoulders, pointing straight ahead. "Charrrrrge!" He giggled, pointing towards the old camp site from the night before. Celty was on their heels. They probably looked like quite a strange sight to other members of the guild. "Give me back my gold, you thieves!" She lunged forward to tackle Altheron. Altheron ran through the snow-dusted field, slightly out of breath. He faintly heard Celty's affirmation and looked over his shoulder as he ran to see the shapeshifter waving her hands up in the air. He stopped to watch the mother and child playfully tease one another, feeling a slight sense of emptiness as the snow continued to drift around him. This feeling was quickly broken when he noticed the little one running straight for him. Panicked, he stumbled around in the snow before finding the right footing to start running again. Unfortunately, he couldn't complete the task fast enough, for the toddler caught up to him and latched onto his back, tugging on a few strands of his pale locks in the process. This sent the shaman stumbling backwards. In an effort to restore his balance, he caught himself and stood slightly hunched over. He couldn't let the toddler fall. It would sour the moment. he thought. Believing he was quite far from Celty, he followed Oxy's orders and began running toward the camp until..... Oof......Celty's lunged proved successful as it sent the toddler and the shaman down into the ground, losing his hat in the process. Altheron laid there face-down, arms stretched out in front of him, motionless. |
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Post by norimo on Oct 25, 2015 16:15:47 GMT -6
Ooro sighed, her fingers warily stitching the fabric as to not prick herself. Speaking to Enoch of her previous behavior after his words would prove to be difficult.  {Spoiler - Click to View} "I was a pureblood, so I was lucky enough to be carried throughout my childhood as long as I complied. And back then, I was more than happy to." Her eyebrows furrowed slightly, clearly finding aggravation within herself. "I used to take great pride in my bloodline," her head cocked to the side, as though motioning to the emblems once more. It would appear she didn't wear one insignia, but three. "My village was near a small human settlement- to the southeast of us. Between us was the woods, so often times we pretended as though they did not exist. As long as they did not meddle in our affairs, we could ignore them, and they ignore us." Her head shook, "But there was an incident. A group of humans continuously came ever closer to our village to hunt the animals near, and our elders grew cautious of their ever-growing presence. One day, when they were out and about in clear sight, a few other villagers and I saw them, and brought an elder to where the humans stood. The elder spoke for us, telling the human that if he kills a beast on our territory- that it is our feast, not their's, and that if he continued to do so, he'd be indulging in thievery." Ooro had ceased her needlework, pausing to look up at Enoch. "That's when I first saw Marcus." "He was a human of a more muscular stature, possibly in his early thirties. I heard his voice bark back at our elder, ' Thievery!? You're taking the food from our very mouths as we speak! And you want me to leave YOU alone? We're gonna hunt here if we damn please!' And with that- he turned his back to us and headed back into the woods." Ooro chuckled lightly under her breath, it was though she remembered it word-by-word...  "I was still considered young in my culture, and was more impressionable. While the other elven simply turned their heads away from the fiasco until it proved troublesome later- my blood had boiled. I thought it was obvious to humans that they couldn't trifle with us. So, later on when my brethren went back to their duties, I plunged into the woods in search for that human. Sure enough, the group was still hunting like he said they would. I waited for him to become separated for the others before I approached him." "His face almost immediately turned sour upon seeing me. We ended up getting in a heated argument. I told him he had no right to still be dwelling among those parts, and that..." her shoulders pulled together, showing discomfort, "...He was a simple-minded creature. Capable of being on his way, and that he had no place among us." Ooro's expression tightened, recalling her former self made her shame deepen. "Needless to say, he wasn't going to back down. He cried out, ' As if I wanted to be apart of you jackasses! And simple-minded? How do YOU know that? You don't even try to understand us!'"
 "...It had shaken me up a little. I never had much interaction with humans, being that I more or less, had no desire to. Yet, his insult, along with his words, only served to anger me further. I screamed that he was fool, that my people were more diligent than his," her voice became hushed, as the regret overtook her, "-and that there was nothing to understand about their ridiculous games. That they were easy, and that they held no standing in comparison to us." "The man, who called himself Marcus grinned wildly, and asked, ' Wanna bet?' I knew involving myself with humans was risky, but for him to insult my culture and then question my own personal intellect had baited me. Though as we continued to quarrel among ourselves, we settled on a deal." "We bet that if I had experienced his life firsthand, and continued to see his people as simple, that he would have to adhere to the rules of my village. But if I came to supposedly understood his race the way he saw it, then I would have to adhere to his." A smile tugged at her lips, "From then on, we were always making bets with one another." |
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Post by Melancholicdoves on Oct 25, 2015 16:40:00 GMT -6
Gaynor nodded, "Alright, I'll be sure to keep that in mind." She wasn't quite sure what Manasa wanted to speak to her and Celty about, she hasn't been acquainted with her fully yet to have an idea. Gaynor usually kept in close distance of Celty, so Manasa getting the two of them together would be an easy task. With that in mind, she walked once again into the village where the guild stayed, the trees previously covered most of the snow fall, so stepping out into the open where see could witness thousands of white petals flowing through the cold air at once was more amazing. The first snow of the year was the most beautiful one, as always. It felt like a small blessing from the gods, praising the guild for doing a good job the day prior. From the snow to the joyful laughter, today was certainly a day for peace-- even if it was a calm before the storm-- it was a day she was going to keep with her from now on. (( Continuation of the previous comic pages I posted herea few pages back lmao )) {Spoiler - Click to View}   |
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Post by MonkeyandMooseInc on Oct 25, 2015 17:06:00 GMT -6
Oxy seemed to realize the tables had turned and shot after Altheron at top speed. He caught up with him and climbed up onto his shoulders, pointing straight ahead. "Charrrrrge!" He giggled, pointing towards the old camp site from the night before. Celty was on their heels. They probably looked like quite a strange sight to other members of the guild. "Give me back my gold, you thieves!" She lunged forward to tackle Altheron. Rylan was quite happy with how the exchange went. It was much easier than he anticipated. Now the only thing left to do was talk to Celty. A shiver ran up his spine, though, he wasn't sure if it was the idea of speaking with Celty one on one or the fact he was still dripping wet and standing in the snow. Either way, he had to talk with Celty, considering Manasa hadn't given him a choice not to. He turned around to face the mother and child, but they had disappeared, probably back towards camp. "So much for traveling as a group..." He said with a sigh of annoyance. He began to travel through the woods, snow really beginning to cover the area. It was peaceful, quite the contrast to the ferocious battle they had fought just yesterday. He looked around, seeing the trees and plants being covered in the slush. He was a bit disheartened, for this would make finding ingredients nearly impossible now, but it was nice to see a change of pace, weather wise. This could prove to be a nice day for the guild, a day to relax and enjoy themselves. They did have two weeks before they had to start moving again, after all. Taking one day off wouldn't hurt. Rylan reached camp when he saw Celty chasing after Oxy and Altheron, the mother and child roaring with laughter. He swallowed his worried feelings and began to quicken his pace and head in their direction, trying to warm himself up by rubbing his hands up and down his bare arms. When he rubbed past the scar on his arm and felt the ashen skin, he immediately recoiled in disgust, as the events of last night and early this morning took his mind off his current 'issue.' he instead decided to fold his arms together and continue walking towards the family. "Uh...C-Celty!... C-c-can I have a w-word with y-you!" He tried shouting through his chattering teeth, his body feeling as though it was frozen in an iceberg. |
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Post by not u on Oct 25, 2015 17:14:45 GMT -6
Enoch's gaze shifted to the insignias once again, squinting a bit as their significance dawned on him. He looked back to her, astonished by this revelation. Her shift, her... "descent" some might say, from elven community member to hermit was greater than he'd been expecting.
Enoch leaned in towards her, listening curiously as she spoke. With how isolated his own village had been, the idea of an elven and human village being so close to one another was such a foreign concept. He almost chuckled to himself at how little elves changed, no matter how little or how much outside interaction they had. He cocked his head a bit as he continued to listen.
Hearing about the attitude of her former self was almost bittersweet for Enoch. On one hand, she fit right in line with the rest of elven culture he was familiar with, a fact that was unsurprising but... disappointing.
By that shift in her tone of voice, she sounds disappointed, too...
But on the other hand, it made her current genuine and open minded demeanor all the more fascinating and appreciable. Having started from such a polar opposite point, the catalyst for her change must have been powerful. He fidgeted a bit anxiously as she continued her story and adjusted the animal pelt lying across his lap, looking towards her intently.
Enoch felt the corners of his lips tugging up as well, chuckling softly, "Oh this has to be good."
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Post by ChibiGissy on Oct 25, 2015 17:48:35 GMT -6
"Shadow.. Slayers?" Luair repeated. She hadn't heard of them, or anything similar. She'd seen many groups throughout her journey, or what was left of groups. Charcoal and firewood, rusted swords, yellowed spellbooks. Would this group eventually end the same way? "I am not aware of the group "Shadow Slayers"." she began, lowering her head in apology. "However I would very much wish to join if possible." "It'd be a waste to not get to know everyone here." "It's been a long time." she said solemnly. She took off her rucksack, opening it. From it, she unsheathed a fine, sturdy bow. It was a brilliant blue, and two branches made a fork at the top. "This is Tveiralmr, one of my kingdom's greatest treasure. It was entrusted to me from an early age. If there is a time to fight, I will be ready." ((The traffic my mom was in HAD to be long.. dsfdkjlfm,;fe.dokgofklmigkvl Also Melty this is cute pic~!! ;w;.)) "Oh that's good you're willing to join! And the Tveiralmr will seems really interesting." Mimisko smiled. "I will fight alongside with you." |
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Post by melty on Oct 25, 2015 18:09:38 GMT -6
Luair gripped Tvieralmr a little tighter. "I am honoured to work alongside you and the others. For the sake of my people, I will not disappoint." Her eyes were cloudless and spoke of determination and willpower.
"Apologies if this is too sudden, but how many are you in total? I presume there are many more I have not yet met."
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