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| Topic Started: Dec 1 2006, 11:14 PM (118 Views) | |
| Rinoa | Dec 1 2006, 11:14 PM Post #1 |
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(OOC: I'm only saying this here because I think it's important...Don't get freaked out by the length of this post. It's the first post, it's going to be extremely long, especially since I'm introducing a character and beginning a story, and I want to make it perfectly clear what my character will be doing in the location she's going to be in...So yeah. Yours doesn't have to be as long if you don't want it to be. I'm sorry if this bores anyone. I'm going to make a way for whoever posts next to have their character enter, you can give a history like I did if you want, or you can just pick up from that point, it's entirely up to you. Again, I apologize for the length of this post.) A lone, cloaked figure walked among the thick trees of the forest of Etlanea. It was wearing a dark, hooded cloak, though one wouldn't be able to distinguish that it was dark in the veil of shadows that the trees cast upon the forest floor. The moon and stars cast just enough light through the branches of the ancient trees to make a glint occasionally appear on the sheathes of the twin daggers the figure had strapped to either side of its hips. There could also be seen a shortbow, crafted elegantly yet simply, and a quiver of arrows, on the figure's back. The rest of its weapons (if there were any) and clothing were hidden by the shadows and the cloak, though if one looked closely enough they could most likely distinguish the character as a female. She stopped abruptly but smoothly as she came within about a half mile of the small village she was heading towards. She tilted her face slightly towards the sky, sniffing the air lightly and detecting a foul smell. Though she had not been to the village in a few weeks, she was positive that the smell had not been there before. She was also sure that those were no night birds ringing in her ears. She resumed her walking, and her distinct hearing told her that there was a fire crackling somewhere. A large one. And screams were coming from its direction. Uttering a curse, she broke into a run. Her cloak billowed out behind her as she bolted in between the trees, and she put her pale hands on the hilts of her daggers. She reached her destination within ten minutes, yet somehow it appeared as though she was too late. The screams she had heard must have been the last. She halted on the outskirts of the village, taking in the sight of trees and homes alike burning. Bodies were strewn across the ground. It seemed no one was spared. They were either burned nearly to ashes, or maimed to the point that they were unrecognizable. She took a deep breath to steady herself, clenching her jaw against the tears she knew would come forth eventually. She walked into the village at a steady pace, looking around for anyone who might be alive, and equally as important to her, their attackers. She didn't see either of the things she looked for, until she got to a small cottage near the other end of the village. A man who seemed old even for elven standards was laying on the ground, bleeding from stab wounds in his torso and limbs, yet breathing raggedly. She hurried over to him, and knelt down beside him, then just dropped to her knees and sat on her feet. There were tears in her eyes now, for she knew this man well. "Aetlan..." she murmured softly, her voice shaking. She cast a sharp look towards his wounds. The fabric of the robes he wore was ripped and soaked with his blood. She picked up his head and part of his upper body and cradled it in her lap. He was looking at her, and she could see through his eyes the amount of pain her teacher, mentor, and friend was going through, both physically and emotionally. She shut her eyes tightly before opening them and looking down at him again. A tear rolled down her cheek. "Aetlan, I'm going to take you somewhere safe...You'll live, you mus-" "No." he gasped. "No...listen well, young one, I do not have time left to explain..." She watched him, holding back her tears with all of her strength as she nodded. She knew better than to disobey this man in any circumstance. He was silent except for his effort to breathe for a few seconds before he continued. "He's coming back...the one I have told you of...The seal is breaking...Foul...F-foul creatures...You...You are..." At this, all remaining breath left him and he went still. His eyes glazed over, and she began to tremble. "Aetlan...?" she spoke softly, shaking as she tried to nudge him as if waking him up from slumber. "No..." She sat there, tears flooding her face for a long while, in the scene of corpses and fire and general disaster that was wrought upon the tiny village that she had spent most of her life. ----Three days later---- She was standing against a building, the hood of her cloak up even though it was warm and sunny out. A few strands of raven hair fell down the sides of her face, but she didn't notice nor did she care. She had rummaged through what she could of the history of the land that remained true, and decided that if anything large was to happen, and if she foun danymore information about what Aetlan had meant, it would be here in the nation of Galin, in the capitol city of Naltir. She let out a small sigh, lifting herself from the off-white stone wall she had been leaning against. She set off towards the giant and ancient library in the center of the city. She'd left her bow and arrows in the room of the local inn she was staying in. She truly did hate having to spend even a day in this city, as anywhere without trees left her feeling exposed, but knew that whatever was happening was important. It seemed another village up north had been raided, according to the rumors she'd heard in a taven, and she knew she must find something before history repeated itself. As she walked, her gaze followed a bird taking flight from the nearby top of a merchant's stand, and she bumped into someone. She barely stumbled back yet the hood of her cloak fell, revealing a face that could only belong to an elf, somewhat long with almond-shaped grey-blue eyes. The tips of her pointed ears stuck out very slightly from her raven hair, which fell around to her lower back. The small chain of a necklace could be seen at the base of her neck, though the necklace itself was tucked beneath the shirt and elven tunic she wore. She was wearing pants and boots as a man would, yet they seemed to suit her. "Sorry..." she murmured, looking at who she'd bumped into. |
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| sora1233 | Dec 7 2006, 03:57 PM Post #2 |
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Faolan wandered through the field beyond his house. He knew it was here somewhere he had to find the place. He looked down at the ground after nearly falling over from a hole in the ground. This is the place. Faolan knelt over by a patch of dead grass and brushed it away revealing a rock circle he had made to put in as a grave as he did not know where he could find a gravestone. Faolan stood up and pulled a sword from his sheath and inserted it into the ground between the rock circle. Faolan looked back towards his house and noticed two orcs approaching the house. He ran back towards the house. He couldn't let the orcs destroy the place he grew up in. Faolan pulled his sword from the sheath on his hip and attempted to slice open the stomach of the nearby orc only for his blow to be parried. The other orc looked over towards it's comrade and joined the fight. Faolan blocked the creatures assault though he was slowly moving backwards more each blow towards a tree. Faolan picked up a stick and threw it at one of the orcs legs knocking it to the ground only giving him enough time to finish the orc off. The other orc looked down and sliced out hitting Faolan's arm. He ignored the pain and leapt forward and jammed his sword into the gut of the other orc. Faolan left his sword behind as he walked back towards the house for healing supplies. |
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