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Post by RayneDownOnMe on Apr 6, 2016 16:21:02 GMT
With a world as rich in magic as Ethiria, it is truly difficult not to be swept off in adventure. Whether you search for it, or it calls you to action, this world’s mysteries are plentiful. Grand stories are passed along through the villages and towns like gossip. Heroes and villains rise and fall like the tides of the seas. Everything you touch is shimmering with the tint of magic. Everywhere you go has legends of their own. People tell wild tales of mermaids, dragons, elves, demons, and a great deal more. While these things remain a mystery to most, there are small pockets of people who strive to know these things. They learn discipline, and obtain magical abilities to aid them on their journeys. Mages, as they call themselves, can be found in most of these grand tales, for they are the ones with the means to search them out.
Throughout the land rests two large kingdom cities, as well as multiple, scattered villages. To the north is Ohma. To the south is Leykias. While they are usually at peace, wars are not unheard of. What nasty wars they have, too! For they delve into their darkest secrets and throw out the strongest monsters and demons they can find. Mages are coerced into battle, and citizens are often unfortunate victims to these wars.
This roleplay will start in a time of peace. The last war was 15 years ago, and it was settled peacefully. The citizens work hard to rebuild, but they remain happy and cheerful. Mages freely explore they world, often taking jobs from people of either country to get by themselves.
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Post by Emerald Dawson on Apr 7, 2016 0:22:06 GMT
Thud... Thud... Thud The sounds of leather boots hitting the road that had once been dirt to now cobble stone. Archeron Silverheart had finally reached one of the two kingdom cities, Ohma. Villagers immediately turned their heads at the echoing sound. Eyes widen at the sight of the figure. "It's him... The Electric Soldier." Voices muttered among the townspeople. His trench coat trailed behind him in the wind. Strands of coal black hair waved a little as the wind started to pick up, indicating a storm was approaching. Electric blue orbs glanced side to side in search of a local inn. Where is a place I could stay at until the storm blows over? Archeron soon spotted The Dancing Dragon Inn. Taking a deep breath, he strolls in. The wind pushed the door out of his hand causing it to slam against the brick wall. Every single head turned. Noticing an empty table in the far corner, Archeron walked over to it. As he did, each and every head followed him step for step. Taking a seat in the corner, the bartender comes over and asks "Hello Sir, would you like anything to drink or eat? Maybe even a room for the evening?" Archeron nodded. "Just the usual." A deep husk tone flowed out of his throat. The bartender nodded, knowing just what he liked. Not liking all of the stares he got, even though he should be used to them, he quickly pulled his hood up allowing it to create a shadow over his face. The only feature that showed was bottom part of his nose, mouth and his jawline where a beard was starting to take form. Once given the drink, he stayed in the background sipping on the cool liquid, occasionally glancing out of the window as the storm had started to rain.
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Post by LochNess on Apr 7, 2016 0:57:55 GMT
Elsewhere in Ohma, Aelita is farting about. Her red hair bounces and sways with her stride. "'Xcuse me!" She chimes as she nearly runs into some gentleman as she went to turn a corner. In her hand, she had a piece of paper. It's a job offer to wizards like herself. Curious about it, she had snatched it off the board it was pinned to in the market center. This fellow, Jeod is his name, seems to be needing someone to hunt down a monster somewhere near the capital. She was hoping to find him before the bottom fell out of the stormy clouds above, but she wasn't so fortunate. Now, she's hurrying to find a place to eat and perhaps ask about the gentleman in question. As if the winds weren't strong enough, it seems to surge, pushing people aside where ever she passed. Finally, she spots some inn. Surely there will be food, and even people to question. Her strides quicken as she scurries to the spot. The door slams open on her entrance. She avoided being completely soaked, but it still got her damp before she could find shelter. That's ok. With a flick of her hand, the moisture is blown away with her magic. Some flecks of water got onto others, to whom she apologized if they spoke up. Though it was not a heartfelt apology. Quickly, she makes sure she can read the ad still before approaching the bar. Her hands search her pockets and backs for money, scrounging for anything to give her warm food at least if not a good drink as well. She manages to find a silver and copper piece. "What ever food I can get with this, drink too if ya can," she tells the bartender. There are snickers around her, for it just barely covers the cost of bread and cheese and a pint of ale. That's ok. She can't be picky. She stands there waiting, her hand on the folded-up ad, on the bar counter.
Outside the city, another person is on the move. His dark eyes peer out from the nearby cave he had found to shelter himself from the rain. "Good," he mutters. "There's no sign of anyone nearby." There was evidence of thugs residing in this cave recently, but they are no where to be found, and haven't shown in the last hour. Maybe he can relax, he muses. It's an appealing thought, but the slim chance that they still may show keeps him from doing that. After making sure he saw nothing, Malek sinks back into small cave. A small Boulder provides seating for him, and he rests there in a half-sleeping gaze. A hand remains on the hilt of his sword should the need to react quickly come to him. After hunting another band of bandits all day, it's easy to say he's ready for a nap. He can claim his reward tomorrow.
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Post by RayneDownOnMe on Apr 7, 2016 13:41:48 GMT
“Are you even listening to me?” Her brother’s words seemed to come out of nowhere, cutting through her daydreams with such force that it actually startled her. “Of course I am, Luc.” Wide, innocent, blue eyes shift their gaze from the fast approaching storm clouds on the other side of the glass to the tall, slim figure of her brother across the small room. “You said you’re going to go downstairs and find someone willing to take us to Leykias, and that I should stay here.” While he had said more, she knew that this was the gist of his ramblings. He’d always been so long winded in explaining things. Long, skinny fingers begin to fidget with the split, dirty ends of a doll. “Would you bring us some food back as well, brother?” Satisfied, though just barely, with his little sister’s answer, Lucian turns and grabbed his coat from the hook by the door, shaking his head slightly. “I knew you weren’t listening to me. I told you I would.” Though he was annoyed at the fact that his sister always seemed to zone out on him, after twenty three years of this he was used to it. “I’ll be back soon. Behave, Brona.” He takes three long strides across the room, and leans over to kiss his sister on the top of her head. “I mean that. Behave.” “Always, Luc.” While her words were sincere, her tone sounded mischievous. Brona looks up from her doll, and shoots her brother a wide, toothy smile. “Hurry back.” She watches as Lucian exits the room, and turns her gaze back to the window in time to see the sky finally letting lose the rain it’d been holding back all day. “Soon, Cammie.” She whispers, hugging the doll tightly. Luc makes his way down the stairs to the tavern below the inn rooms, and takes a quick look around the room. There’s a spot at the end of the bar that is currently open, and he slowly saunters over, taking in the people around him. Could he really find someone here willing to take them to Leykias? He takes his seat at the bar in time to see a girl busting through the door. Like most of the others, he stares at her a moment before turning to the bartender. “Strongest thing you have, and perhaps some stew if there’s any?” He places a handful of silver pieces on the bar, and slides them to the bartender. While he waits, he shifts in his stool in order to get a better look at everyone in the tavern. His attention is drawn to the hooded man in the back, and he raises a brow, though he doesn’t get up. The man looked like he knew his way around, however he also looked a bit too terrifying to approach, and not someone he would want his sister to be around. He sighs, and turns around as the bartender brings him a glass and a bowl of stew.
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Post by Emerald Dawson on Apr 7, 2016 14:11:21 GMT
Once Archeron noticed that no one was paying any attention to him, he pushed the hood back before finishing brew in his cup. Pushing himself to his feet, Archeron took the cup up to the bartender, placing it on the counter. Reaching into his pocket of his leather pants, he pulled out a few coins to give to the man. Probably a bit more than what the drink was worth but he didn't care. Making eye contact with the man, Archeron nodded as a way of saying thanks as he turned to leave the tavern. But the bartender called him back "Electric..." Archeron turned around to look at the man. "Yeah?" The man tilted his head asking "Where are you heading now?" Archeron sighed saying one word "Leykias." The older man smiled a little and nodded letting Archeron leave.
The wind outside had died down a bit, just enough for him to travel on, even though the storm was still brewing. He had to push on if he was to make it to Leykias. The moment he stepped outside, a young mother was crying and screaming catching Archeron's attention. A young child was playing in a mud puddle as lightning was striking the ground getting closer by the minute. He frowned knowing he can help. Walking closer to the child, Archeron stood his ground when he got within ten feet of the kid.
Raising his hand to the dark clouds, the near by townspeople stopped what they were doing and watched. This was a very dangerous task Archeron was about to do. Taking in electricity that wasn't his own. Before the lightning could hit the kid, Archeron used some of his own electric magic to draw it to him. In doing so, the wind picked up big time creating a bright light around Archeron. The more lightning he took in, the darker blue his veins went.
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Post by LochNess on Apr 7, 2016 15:05:06 GMT
Finally, Aelita is presented with her meager bread and cheese along with a cheap beer. She bites into the cheese first, deciding to eat each piece whole rather than taking the time to combine them together. A man that was beside her happened to have some good-smelling stew that was wafting her way. So, when she went to eat the plain bread, she was able to trick her mind about the flavor. She really needs to be making more money, she muses to herself while she eats. Hopefully this here will gain her substantial profit. She may even be able to travel all the way to Laykias on what she makes. After a moment, she pipes up to speak to the bartender. “Tell me,” she says with a coy smile. “Where might I find a fellow by the name of Jeod?” The bartender merely scoffs and ignores her as he prepares drinks for the others. She responds with a quick laugh of her own, though she lets it be as obviously fake as it truly is, before stating, “It’s not wise to make light of me.” She sighs, and then she diverts her annoyance by continuing her question with another. She looks to the man with the stew beside her. “Oi, know where I can find Jeod here?” Maybe he lives here or learned of the name in his exploring this place. Who knows? Should he be unable to answer, she pouts before slipping off to question everyone in the bar. All the while, she carries her half-gone pint of beer. The food had already been eaten by this point.
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Post by RayneDownOnMe on Apr 7, 2016 15:40:03 GMT
Nodding at the bartender, Lucian lifts the glass to his mouth, and takes a fairly big sip. He makes a face, and sets the glass back down on the bar. He wasn’t really listening to anything that was going on, but when he heard the work “Leykias” his head shot up. He quickly turns around in the stool to see the man he had spotted before in the corner walking out of the door. Should he follow him? Should he go get his sister first? He should definitely follow him, he decides, but just as he’s about to stand up, he stops. The girl that had practically thrown herself through the door earlier seemed to be speaking to him. “Jeod?” He asks, confused by the question. “Ma’am, I don’t know enough about this town, let alone the people in it, to be able to answer that question. I’m merely passing through on my way to Leykias.” He shifts his gaze to the plate in front of her, and stands up. “I apologize.” As the rain continues to pour down outside, Brona can feel herself growing restless. She wanted to be out in the rain – dancing in it, and enjoying the feeling of each drop running across her skin, but she knew that Lucian would have a conniption if she did that, especially with what had happened last time she tried that. Instead, she settled for staring out of the window, watching as each drop of water collided with the glass. While the view from the room’s window was not necessarily the most gorgeous, she did have a good view of the streets out front, and could see a kid playing in the mud. What caught her attention, though was the man that suddenly appeared. She watches as the man steps up to the child, and lifts his arm in the air – absorbing a lightning strike. Her eyes widen and she presses a hand to the glass before shoving her doll into her sack, and quickly exiting the room. Running down the stairs she can see her brother talking to a woman, and she rolls her eyes. Find someone to help us find the way to Leykias my ass. She quickly scurries out of the tavern, careful not to be seen by her brother, and stops when she sees the man. He was rather handsome, but also rather scary as he stood at the moment. She takes a small step out into the rain in order to get a better look, but the drops never once touch her body, but rather seems to curve around her.
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Post by Emerald Dawson on Apr 7, 2016 16:14:37 GMT
The moment all of the lightning was absorbed, Archeron internally winced. Glancing from his hand down to the child who was staring straight at him with awe, he raised an eyebrow. The child walked up to him smiling. "Thanks for saving me, Mister!" Archeron nodded. "It was no problem at all. Make sure you stick with your mother, young one." Through the thick deep husk tone was spots of softness if one was to pay extra attention. The child's mother ran over to hug her kid, crying. Glancing up at Archeron, her eyes held relief. Thank you she whispered to him before carrying the young child away and out of the rain.
Sensing another with magic, his electric blue orbs slowly looked from person to person before landing on a young girl who looked to be a few years younger than him. Locking eyes with her, he noticed the rain drops were not touching her at all. Water... She has the magic of water... Why was she staring at him though? She was indeed gorgeous but now was not the time to get distracted. But before he could continue on his way, a sharp pain shot through his right arm, the same arm he used to absorbed the lightning bolt. Looking down at his hand as he lifted his hand, his veins were pushed out more than normal. Normally, they would be pushed out when he absorbed any electricity but then they'd go back to normal. But they were starting pushed out. He could see the blue electricity trying to merge with the lightning. What was going on? It usually worked. Why isn't it working? Taking a small amount of the lightning, Archeron was able to have it wrapped around his hand and wrist then he slowly pushed it back into him. He took note that the girl was watching him still so he decided to have a little fun. Locking eyes with her again, he smirked and winked at her, flirting a little before continuing to walk towards the market.
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Post by LochNess on Apr 7, 2016 16:25:01 GMT
Aelita frowns. "No," she tells him. "Sorry I asked." She then does as mentioned, asking the others for this Jeod man. One after another, they either ignore her or say they don't know. It's just when she thinks this is some joke, finally someone has an answer. "You bastards," he growls the others. To her, he says, "Jeod is a farmer. He lives a little ways off the main southern road." Finally, relief swells in her heart as she learns of this. She nods to the kind stranger, almost bowing really. "Thank you, mister." She tells him gleefully. She places the mug on the counter after downing the last half. It leaves her feeling whoozy, but she's not going to let this chance slip by now. She takes off once more, marching out the door to find this man despite the heavy storm. With a clue now set in front of her, she wants to finish as soon as possible. The door flies open now from a violent gust of wind as she opens the door, ignoring the bartender's states of disbelief as she marched right into the storm. Fortunately, from here on, the winds remain in her favor, rather pushing her along gently. She darts through the rain, the warm drops dotting her fair skin. By the time she gets to Archeron and Brona, she's plenty wet. Even her normally poofy hair is matted down into a wet, bloody bunch. She stares a moment, slowing as she passes. Once she realizes he's winking at the other girl, she lets out a loud, hardy laugh. He's a funny one, she muses to herself. She continues to trot onwards through the market.
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Post by RayneDownOnMe on Apr 7, 2016 21:40:42 GMT
Lucian watches for another moment as the girl continues to ask around, quickly downing the rest of his drink. He's about to get up and leave with the bowl of stew when he hears a man tell her that this Jeod fellow lives to the South. Maybe we could see if she needs companions, at least until there. He's busy trying to think of a better plan than trying to ask every man in the tavern, and who wouldn't want to escort a pretty young thing about? It's not like he could trust any of these men around his sister anyway - or so he thought. Why the hell not. He grabs the bowl and takes off after the girl, but stops when he sees his sister standing in the rain. "Brona?" He starts to walk towards her, but stops when he realizes what she's staring at. The man in the distance. His wrist, and he was staring at Brona. No, not staring, Winking. Lucian can feel himself going into overprotective brother mode, and dropping the bowl, he quickly closes the space between him and his sister. "Brona, I thought I told you to stay in the room."
Brona's eyes remained focused on the man, watching him intently as he walks away. The sound of the rain had nearly drowned out Lucian's voice, but she could still hear him well enough. She slowly turns her attention from the man to her brother, and merely points in the direction he was going. Lucian looks up through the rain. "What? You want to follow him?" His tone was full of surprise, though he wasn't sure why. Perhaps because this was one of the few times his sister actually wanted to follow someone. I'm pretty sure he was in the tavern. He turns his attention back to his sister who is still looking up at him and pointing. "No. I have someone else in mind." He says, grabbing her arm. "Let's go."
Brona pulls her arm away, and takes a step back. "We follow him, or I do it." A small rain drop breaks the pattern of curving around her, and lands on her shoulder. She knew that this was her last pair of clean clothes, and she knew how much Lucian hated her getting dirty, but she didn't care. She was childish enough to do it. Lucian notices this, and he takes a step closer. "Brona. Let's go."
Another Drop.
"Brona, that is your last clean pair. I am not washing them for you, and I sure as hell am not lending you clean, dry, warm clothes." He takes another step closer, reaching out to grab her hand, but it's too late. Brona takes another step back, and as she does the rain stops it's flowing around her, and instead dumps onto her - soaking her from head to toe. "Now, I believe we were headed to the market." She whispers, turning to follow behind the man. "Your girlfriend is also that way, is she not?" She cuts her gaze back to Lucian, staring coldly at him through drops of water that that are on her lashes before suddenly sprinting off through the mud.
Lucian stares at his sister a moment, sighing in defeat. "She's so childish." He mumbles before heading after the others.
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Post by Emerald Dawson on Apr 7, 2016 23:01:11 GMT
Reaching a food stand, Archeron pays for some food that would last him the journey. Glancing over his shoulder, he raises his eyebrow. She was following him but why? Instead of asking right away, Archeron decided to play a little game with her. He smirked at the idea of playing Cat and Mouse, letting her believe she was the cat and he was the mouse. When was the last time he had a little fun? Especially this game? He couldn't quite remember. But all he knew was that he was going to have fun. As quickly as he could, his wide stride carried him into the crowd where he disappeared into hiding. Finding an abandoned house, he quietly opens the door and slips in. Leaving the door open by an inch, he waited in the darkness behind the door. The only light source was the slightly opened door. Here kitty kitty. Come find me. His smirk still etched on his face.
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Post by LochNess on Apr 7, 2016 23:13:09 GMT
Aelita takes brief shelter at the end of the market. The storm had picked up even more so it seems. Even with he wind flowing around her, the rain just got to be too blinding. So, there she stands, soaked to the bone. The chill she feels is certainly unpleasant. She wouldn't be surprised if she got a cold by the very end of it all. But, it's hardly anything a powerful Mage such as herself can't handle! She watched the bustling people for a time. Despite the heavy downpour, there's pockets of people scurrying about much as she is to get jobs done. Mint green eyes glance down at the ad she had tried to protect. It still got wet, with much of think blotched and running into each other. It's almost unable tone discerned. She snickers at the sight. "At least I know where to go. Surely it won't be needed now," she tells herself. After s few minutes, she was looking for anything to hold over her head. Left over wood, old umbrellas, anything. She would fly, but the lightening that streaks across the sky almost every minute seems to convince her that it would be wise to keep on the ground.
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Post by RayneDownOnMe on Apr 8, 2016 0:35:59 GMT
Brona watches from the distance as the man gets himself some food. She didn't care if she wasn't bein subtle, she was just curious. When he starts tl walk away again, she quickly follows behind again, but this time she loses him. After searching for several minutes, she notices an abandoned house. The door is cracked. A small smirk forms across her mouth and she quickly darts towards the house, though her entrance is not as quiet as she had hoped due to the floor being creaky and the water dripping from her.
Lucian eventually loses sight of his sister, and gives up. He looks around for a place to hide from the rain for a while. She'll come back. It's around the time he's thinking this that he spots the girl from the tavern. Now's his chance to attempt to have a better conversation with her. He saunters over to where she is and clears his throat. "I don't think you'll be able to find Jeod out here, Miss." Fucking stupid. That's what he is.
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Post by Emerald Dawson on Apr 8, 2016 0:49:14 GMT
The moment he heard footsteps as the door opened, Archeron made sure she was a few steps around from the door before he used his strength to close the door closed. With soft and quiet steps, he stood directly behind her. Making his voice deep and soft with a slight amuse and flirt, he whispers into her ear "Mind telling me why you are following me?" Lifting his left hand, he gently took a strand of her hair to softly smell it. Rain. It smelt like rain, despite the actual rain outside the house. Oddly enough, somehow Archeron knew it fitted her very well. How he knew, he doesn't know. His what once was a smirk had turned into a soft kind smile.
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Post by LochNess on Apr 8, 2016 0:53:02 GMT
Aelita was considering taking off again regardless when she hears someone right beside her. It actually startles her. Lasts he saw, it was no one there besides some sipping wet street rat. It would seem that a familiar stranger took its place. She watches impassively at first, looking him up and down. After what felt like minutes, a smile cracks on her face. "You never know. He may have been in town and decided to stop under this very spot to avoid the rain like us." She looks ahead once more. "Tell, me, were you looking for someone?" She asks. She saw him alone before, so as far as she's concerned, he has to need something tone out in this rain like herself. All the while, she slows the wind that whirls past them. It's still giving her a chill, but at least the winds are howling right beside her ears as she conversed with this interesting man.
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