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Fantasy A World Untamed

Kronos, Kronos' House(Formally Ajaar's).


Kronos tipped back further and further on the legs of the wooden chair. He was in the library of his home where Iso was supposed to be having a lesson in math. But alas, Iso was no where in sight and Kronos had sent the tutor home for the day. Glancing around at the shelves full of books Kronos was reminded of his own youth and how he hated being stuck indoors for his lessons. Being an elf, Kronos wasn't allowed in the human schools despite in title; and his mother wasn't too keen on having him go to the same school as the other races. Kronos tipped a bit further. More then anything, Kronos did not want to be like his mother, if it was under any other circumstances he would allow Iso to attend the public school.


Clack.


The front legs of the chair hit the floor. If he had waited a few more seconds that sound would have came from his head. Maybe it was time to allow his younger brother more freedom. It wasn't good to be stuck indoors for so long. Could he take the chance? Kronos glanced at the clock the wall, Iso had been out long enough. It was time for him to start searching for the kid, and Kronos knew just where to look.
 
Lazarus, Upolo.


Lazarus reached the door of the factory. He knocked on the door, waiting for some sort of response. His brow furrowed when there was none, to which he knocked again. Still no response. It meant that whoever was inside felt safe behind the doors and that Lazarus would just go on his way after deciding that the factory was abandoned. That was not to be the case, Lazarus wasn't the kind to just let things slide without seeing them through. The boy had given him information to go on and it would be a waste not to act on it.


Impatience had gotten the better of him and he delivered a swift kick down the center of the doors, where he believed the lock would be. The fact that he was a golem meant his strength was augmented and that a rusted old lock could not hold him in. The lock shattered and the doors parted to show an empty interior. He drew his axes and stepped inside, the rats were known to fight unfairly so he had to be ready for everything. He was eager to test his new knowledge of axecraft against common bandits who simply did not know better.


After a bit of exploring the surroundings, he had not found a single person. There was signs that people were here, but that was just it. People were here, not any more. It seemed that this information was a waste of time and that boy needed a swift beheading. He walked back to the entrance of the factory when he had heard someone boasting.


“Stupid of you not to bring reinforcements.”


Lazarus followed the source of the voice. He already had an idea where it came from and a general idea was good enough in most cases. As long as one saw opposition, it was clear that one was heading the right way. It came from outside though, nearer the back of the factory and so Lazarus made his way there. It seemed that there was one person Lazarus missed have missed and that man was training his crossbow outside a window. The man was intent at whoever the target was that he didn't exactly pay attention to his surroundings. Lazarus took advantage of that and simply walked over, nudged the man who seemed to jump in surprise and promptly received an axe blade to the skull.


What took Lazarus's attention was the crossbow, he picked it off the floor where his victim dropped it. It didn't look like it was any normal crossbow, there were too many additional parts for it. As well as a box jutting out below the frame, it seemed to be snugly slotted underneath the frame and Lazarus found it to have additional bolts inside. He slotted the box back underneath the strange contraption and peered out the window. It seemed Serriah had gotten herself surrounded, she would need to learn more about field awareness when this was all over. For now, he simply took aim at one of the crossbowmen lining the roof opposite to him and fired the crossbow.


@The Jason


Hilde, Ituro.


"Uriah, tell my son that I will be out of the city and that he should join me soon in the city of Ostrava in the west. Tell him that I will tan his hide if he does not obey. That is all, you are dismissed."


Hilde had returned form the meeting hall after Camori stormed out and Kronos excused himself. It felt rewarding that she could finally have the war she wanted and the peace keeper Camori could do nothing about it. This ceasefire was one large farce, Camori and Kronos aimed for domestic development while Sernn may already be building up its forces ready to march on Ostrava when the ceasefire expires. Better to provoke an early response now while Cyrus's regional army in the West is still alert and ready for battle. They had not traded in swords for fishing rods yet, and she needed them that way. She was not about to let Sernn have their breathing space, they would learn what it is to fight underwater, constantly out of breath against vicious predators that knew no rest. Ituro would be the shark and Sernn would be the diver, Hilde already dangled the pearls in front of them, all Sernn needed to do was dive.


She called for an honor guard unit to escort her to Ostrava right away. She was dressed and ready to meet her cousin once more. It would be good to see a face from her childhood at least. A reminder of what it was she was protecting from Sernn's murderous hands, her family and every family in Ituro. That no one would ever lose their mother, father, brother, sister, son or daughter again. She would see Sernn drown in a sea of furious souls, souls like herself.


The honor guard had arrived a second later than what was intended but Hilde was feeling generous and let it slide for now. She mounted a brown horse, one that was groomed well and only ever served to be a parade horse as her guards did the same.


"Men, we go to Ostrava. The people need to see that their governor and general will be with them. The people in Ostrava need to know that war will be coming. That the marauding Stenhardts seek to bully Upolo, Ituro's neighbor and it is their duty as good neighbors to aid one another in times of crises. We go to rally our numbers, men."


They cantered out of Ituro and made their way to Ostrava, soaking in the adoration of the people of believed in Hilde and her cause. There were many and they lined up to show their adoration for their aggressive leader, one that signaled the people that the paradigm was about to shift. No longer would Ituro be on the defensive, not after this "unprovoked" attack of Sernn on Upolo and hurting the income of goods from that nation. The crowd began thinning out as she made her way closer to the gates and the crowd disappeared entirely as she left Ituro city.


It hadn't been long after she left Ituro city when one of the forward scouts had returned and reported a strange individual making her way toward Bron, a small fishing village on the east side of the Eithon. That perhaps it would be best to intercept the person before she could make contact with the locals. It was also worth noting that a cracking sound had been heard, thought it was faint, before someone had caught sight of the stranger. In her head, Hilde was going through possible options on what to do, at the very least she could stop disaster from occurring in Bron and be hailed as hero, if the stranger did not prove to be useful that is. She galloped ahead of her honor guard toward Bron. Thankfully the village was on her way to Ostrava and it didn't hurt to let the locals know that the governor still remembers them.


She felt herself overcome with curiosity. Perhaps this stranger, if she could prove to be useful, can be used as a sign to support her campaign against Sernn and to break the ceasefire first before Sernn descends on them. Before long she had caught sight of the town, then she thundered through it toward where the scout had reported seeing the stranger. Her horse was kicking up quite the small sandstorm as it thundered through the beach. She was human at least and the scout actually had a pair of reliable eyes. Though he did fail to mention of her strange clothing. Still, he did mention that she was strange. She stopped some distance in front of the girl and then directed her gaze her, letting her hand visibly rest on the handle of her sword. She addressed the strangely clothed girl.


"Greetings, stranger, from where do you come from?"


Hilde was hoping that this human could at least understand the Theran tongue, as most humans do.


@Kal
 
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Iso, Ituro.


The small elf scurried from roof top to roof top in search of Camori. After their little run in Camori had sent him home but Iso wanted to know where he was off to. He look so determined that Iso just knew there would be excitement where ever he went. The only thing was Iso got swept away from the crowd and when he was finally able to break through, he had lost sight of him. Iso had taken to higher ground thinking that he could better find the man, but it was no use. Camori was no where in sight. Defeated, Iso was about to head back home when he spotted another person who looked equally as determined. Hilde. Iso didn't really know the woman despite the fact that she ruled alongside his brother. To tell the truth Hilde was a bit on the scary side. Nevertheless, Iso had found his new ticket to adventure and he was not going to loose this one. What ever Hilde was doing it had to be more exciting then what awaited him back home.


Iso changed course and started to follow the female governor, remembering to keep his distance. This time it was easier to keep up for the crowds got smaller as they got closer to the city gate. And once Iso reached the gate, he did not hesitate to exit them. He couldn't afford to loose Hilde now. Before leaving the city however, Iso remembered to pull the red tie which held back his hair and tie it to the gate.


...


Okay, so Iso had officially lost Hilde. What ever mate him think that he could keep up with a horse? He had been able to keep tracking her for a while but after a while Iso had grown tired of this one sided cat and mouse game. It would take him a hour by foot to get to Bron anyway, and by that time, all the action would be over with.


"But I really wanted to see who the stranger was," Iso complained to himself as he kicked up some dirt.


Iso turned around. He had completely lost sight of the city gate. It was no matter, Iso knew his way back. But the young elf was tired of walking. So he sat and waited.


Kronos, Ituro.


"Yes, he was here," the baker confirmed. "Not long ago too, I saw him heading that way."


Kronos smiled and nodded. "Thank you."


Kronos had been hitting all of Iso's favorite spots trough out the city and he soon found himself following quite a trail. Iso sure was busy today. A young merchant had told him that she had spotted Iso talking with Camori not long ago. Once Kronos had made it to the spot where the two had spoke, a little boy said his mother had complained of Iso running across her roof again. Kronos told the boy to apologies to his mother for him and took off with the new information. So Iso had taken to the roofs again? He only did that when he was looking for something. Kronos wondered what. A housewife finally pointed Kronos in the direction of the city gates and that's where Kronos spotted Iso's red hair tie. Iso had a bad little habit of leaving the city gates but he never did without letting Kronos know that he had. Kronos sighed as he called for his horse Melorose, Iso was such a handful.


It didn't take long for Kronos to spot the wild red hair blowing in the wind. It really was time for Iso to get a hair cut. Iso stood as Melorose got closer and once she stopped a sheepish smile spread across the boys lips.


"Hey big brother," Iso said all innocent like. "It's nice to see you out here as well."


"What have I told you about sneaking away from your studies? And what have I told you about leaving the city gates?"


"I know, I know, but I just wanted to go to Bron."


Kronos made a face. "By foot? What is so special over there?"


"There's a stranger! And I know it's a interesting Stranger because Hilde went straight there. I was trying to follow her but I got lost."


"You don't say."


"Do... you want to... see the stranger too?" Iso asked trying to read Kronos' exprestion.


Kronos was just as interested as his little brother, but he didn't let that show on his face. Just who was this outsider? Kronos thought about sending Iso home and heading to Bron himself, and then though better of it.


"Come on." Kronos said reaching down and lifting Iso onto Melorose so that he sat in front of him.


Iso's face instantly lit up. "This is going to be co exciting!" he cheered.


"Yeah, yeah, just don't make me regret bringing you along with me."
 
Thane, A jungle west of Ituro


Thane stretched his sore muscles, trying to get rid of the numbness in his joints resulted from the fall. At least he was pretty sure he fell. Reasonably sure. His arms and legs tingled uncomfortably as sensations returned to them. It appeared that he was in a forest of some sorts. Tall unrecognisable trees rose high above ground, their barks strong and bare of any vine. Under his feet, a sheet of grass grew, soft and prosperous more than anywhere else he had seen. Here and there, the scene was disturbed with debris and flattened small plants, patches of earth blown loose and littered the green surface of the ground. He was in the middle of a clearing, where the canopy retreated enough for the brilliant sun to shine through, illuminating the morning dew on leaves and branches with reflective and rainbow colored light. Thane briefly wondered where he was. Definitely not anywhere near home, there wasn't a natural forest this beautiful for hundred of miles that he knew of. Could it have been that the storm had somehow carried him thousands of miles to places he did not recognise? The vegetation had the characteristics of tropical plants, yet the air was neither hot nor humid, and unless he was in a greenhouse somewhere, one that roof so transparent as to be invisible, Thane reasoned that he was not in America. The idea of near invisible glasshouse was as laughable as the idea of a storm picking people up and landing them safely in another continent. As usual, he went back to doubting his own sanity.


Only to realise that it was not his sanity. He felt fine. In fact, he felt wonderful, like awaking from a deep and refreshing sleep. The white noise in the background of his mind was gone. Puzzled, Thane reached inside himself, poking the barrier he knew would be there, the barrier holding his sanity together. It too was gone. He felt light-headed, not nauseous and confused, but more like a burden was lift off his shoulders. He didn't see or hear more than usual, but he could notice more, process his thoughts faster, and consider the problems from angles he would never have done before. It was like a veil covering his senses was finally cleared out, allowing him to appriciate the world in ways he had not done for many years. Everything was brighter and louder, not physically, but somehow they mattered more.


For the first time, he noticed his own look. His suit had multiple slashes on his arm sleeves and jacket. It was a very expensive piece, which was the only reason why it hadn't been torn to fluttering rags by the wind and flying debris. He had a few shallow cuts on his cheeks and a deeper but not serious cut on his arm, accompanied by bruises all over his body from head to toe. He could only imagine what others would take him for if they see him in his current condition.


Thane didn't have long to ponder and figure out what it al could mean. From a bush on his left, a bird man walked out. As anti-climactic as it sounded, the sheer ridiculousness of the sight could only be described in simple term. A BIRD MAN walked out of a bush. What. The. Actual. Shit. Why not a bird woman, he thought. Hell, why bird? Why not a werewolf for mainstream's sake? Why not snake man? He had always wanted to see a snake man. Had he? Thane started to seriously question his sanity once more. And it wore medieval clothes with medieval weapons. And it talked. He swore it spoke English with a Northern accent too, though a little distorted, no doubt because of the shape of its beak interfering with the transmission of sound from the vocal cord, slightly diverting the wave frequency. Thane stopped when he realised that he was applying physics to a talking bird man. The sight struck him so suddenly that he didn't even have to time to startle, just instantly froze in place with his mouth slowly widening. It asked if he was lost. No, of course he was not lost. He was only mingling around in this beautiful forest looking at trees and stuffs. Don't worry about me, good sir, just go right on ahead. He wasn't sure that he should scream like a little girl, run away screaming like a little girl, or faint like a 13 years old girl seeing Justin Bieber. Yep, he was definitely not in Kansas anymore.


Then he remembered about all the other craziness of the day. He was standing in a tropical forest which grew in a not-so-tropical climate after being picked off by an abnormal thunderstorm and dropped off unharmed. Oh, and he was a spoiled brat turn mentally unstable teenager even before all that. Yeah, Thane might just be able to handle some bird men. Straightening awkwardly, he cleared his throat for a few times and answered in a voice not as steady as he would have liked: "Yes, indeed I am lost. I would......urh hmm....be very grateful if you..urh hmm...guide me out of this place." Keep it cool, Thane, keep it cool. You're a genius with higher intellect than most of the scientists developing nuclear bombs. You'll be fine. At that moment, Thane didn't much trust his own inner voice.
 
xBoldan - Inside Hyr’s Border - Zaria L’instxxxxxxx




Zaria frowned, but Arcden had his point. She especially would have known about such a strange thing as a magus. There hadn’t been real magic in Bolden in a very long while. She felt the hair on the back of her neck raise as Greyden offered to even take the girl with them. The girl was human, from the looks of it, and she wasn’t from Iesti like them. The girl had not place with them, two assassins and a spy. Zaria couldn’t see what use she would be. The girl had a small frame, no muscles, and didn’t seem to have much intelligence. At the mention of gods, Zaria stiffened. The gods put a poor human girl in their hands? Was it some kind of cruel joke?


She glanced between the twins and the girl.

”She seems useless. Buying her clothes will only give us less time and less coin. The Hyrians treasure strength,”

she motioned at the girls frail form

,”She wouldn’t fit in with their tribes,”

She narrowed her eyes. She didn’t want to protect the girl. She looked back towards where the last town was. It was a few miles back, and it would add another night to their trip in Hyr. She didn’t trust the girl, but she wasn’t cruel.

”She would have to be with us until we start to head back to Iesti,”

she said.

”If we take her, Grey, she’s your responsibility.”


With that Zaria was done talking. She starting walking back down the road, stopping just within hearing distance before pulling out a parchment to look at. She scribbled something onto it with her graphite and then put it away again. She looked toward the Hyr mountains again, and frowned. If they started moving now, they would make it within a few miles of the first tribe. Then, she paused in thought before cursing.


If they took the girl, they would have to move slower, unless one of the boys carried her. If they had to slow to a human’s pace, they wouldn’t get nearly as close as her estimate. She might have to rush ahead into tribes, collecting information on their target before advising them to move on or stop in town. She would have to do her first solo trip that night if they didn’t get close enough to check in the morning. She wouldn’t have much sleep if that was the case, and she would have to just deal with her armor’s kinks on her own.


Placing her gloved hand over her forehead, she sighed. She hoped they had enough time to find their target and get out of Hyr before her sister’s wedding recital. Otherwise, she would have to leave the twins in order to get back in time. She pinched the bridge of her nose for a moment before finally crossing her arms, and waiting on the boys to join her with or without the girl.




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Alli Vorona, outskirts of Bron.





As Alli got nearer and nearer to the settlement, she began to notice how oddly the houses were shaped. It looked nothing like the houses back in the city, rather, much more rudimentary... She suddenly raised her hand and snapped her fingers. "It's a rural area!" That made sense, why her cell had no reception, why the buildings looked strange, all of it. Were there any rural areas near her hometown? Not that she knew of, but it wasn't like she'd gone out of her way to memorize the geography of her hometown's surrounding area. How far away did that storm dump me?


And another question. What was that odd cloud of sand in the distance? It was coming out of the village, and seemed to be growing larger and larger. Alli squinted but couldn't make out more than a dark spot surrounded by a cloud of sand heading straight to her. A tug of nervousness pulled at her heart. Calm down, silly, you don't even know what it is, she lightly chastised herself as a breeze began to pick up and brush past her. Slowing her gait down to a stop, she shielded the sun with a flat set of four fingers over her eyes, fixing on the growing cloud of dust.


A horse! Alli backed up a bit before realizing the horse had a rider. "Whew," she breathed. It was such a relief to finally have some human contact! The horse and its rider stopped a few paces away from Red. What a majestic scene it made, the beast and the woman, despite being coated by a fine layer of sand-dust. The very strange clothing, like old timey clothing, and saddle added to the effect. Not that Red had ever seen an actual horse before, or a saddle, but in pictures and movies they were a lot more plain. Alli also noticed the strange ornament on the lady's belt, a sword hilt? The lady's hand was casually resting on it. That's when she realized, this was no rural area. Its a movie set! Her heart squeezed lightly as another breeze picked up. Oh man oh man, they're gonna think I'm a crazy fan who snuck in their set or something!


Calm, remain calm myself, can't go spurting disclaimers like a crazed fan would, like in those shows. Alli let out a breath. She threw away her worries to the back of her mind, smiling up at who she presumed was an actress. "Hey, I'm sor..." what did I say about disclaimers, myself! "I'm Alli! I'm actually from [homecityname], which is..." she rose a finger to point to the general direction of her hometown, something she'd done now and again back home where she'd known the general direction of most everything. Which reminded Alli of her situation again. "...Actually I have no idea where it is from here!" she lowered her finger and laughed at herself, or at the situation, she wasn't sure. She looked around the unknown terrain, as if checking it out once more would give her some idea. It didn't. "Where am I exactly?"
 
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| Lily Marceline Valdez ~ Some kind of (empty) alleyway in Sernn |

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"This could be a dream." The blonde-haired girl muttered almost a little too blankly, staring intently at the very tall wall not far away from her, which was just across the other one she was just leaning on -- sleeping on, to be precise. The clear blue sky was what she'd see when she would look above her, a deeper, darker part of this place -- wherever she was -- when she'd gaze at the left, and she would find sunlight, a few figures and shadows moving and walking at some kind road or street at her right.


"There is only one way to find out..." A short grunt escaped Lily as she pinched a small patch of flesh under her wrist. "This is probably not a dream," she told herself, momentarily looking at the bleeding part of her skin where her nails probably dug too much. "Yikes," Lily muttered with a slight hint of distaste in her voice, practically not bothering to mentally remind herself of how strong she could sometimes be.


Immediately forgetting the pain that once took all her attention, Lily stood, observing her surroundings once more. To her, this was like some game that she would play -- some kind of survival game. This could be a game, she thought, quite proud with her own guess. Or not. Where's my health bar? That made her pout a little. "Games without health bars are not cool," she said to nobody in particular. "Unless I'm invincible!"





That brought her spirit back up. That is, until she remembered the bleeding wound on her arm that didn't disappear. "Maybe it'll disintegrate soon?" She looked left and right, soon forgetting her wounded arm once more. And left again, and right again. With a curious gleam in her eyes, she headed for the path on her left that seemed to get darker and darker at every step. It didn't take long until her eyes made out a few beings gathered together. And some didn't even seem human.





"Knew it!," Lily whispered to herself. Is this supposed to be my first mission? She wasted no time in listening in to the group that were silently arguing, nor in taking in other information except for the fact that they seemed strong, and were armed. That was her cue to back away and creep back to where she first woke being that back there was probably the safest place she could get to, for now. She didn't even bother to stop in her tracks, but she did hesitate when she was just a few meters away from the other path.





There should be weapons where I'd hope they are, Lily stared at the sky for as long as she could. "Or I could just turn into a bird and fly up there," she thought out loud. Silence filled the air before she punched the wall, laughing at the joke she just said. "I'm the funniest person I've met~" And just like that, with a determined grin on her face, she jogged towards one of the countless streets and roads of Sernn, her eyes widening at the sight of the new world that was familiar and not to her at the same time.


"This is the best game ever!"
 
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Camori, Iturian Jungle.


"Of course then, I will bring you to the western side where it is safer. Stay close and do not make sudden movements, the residents of this jungle are....excitable to say the least. Come along we have quite the trek ahead of us."


Camori thought he had done a good job of advertising the forest to the Upolonian if he did say so himself. "Excitable" that was exciting was it not? Still he could not afford to let his guard down, for Ituro's future if not for himself or the boy. He hoped that they would not encounter the ancients, remnants of their old society before the Theran dominion seized his ancestors holdings and freed them from the bondage of their previous and oppressive caste system.


He kept glancing back at the boy. In his days as a hunter, the jungle was known to silently abduct people in broad daylight. No sound, no rustle, just silence, it was imperative that everyone kept visual contact of each other and hunters would enter in groups of no less than three. A rule he had chosen to break in order to reach Ostrava quickly. It wasn't in his nature to gamble but there will always be a first for everything. The boy seemed to make quite the noise at least, so that made it easier on Camori to keep track of the boy. Though the same sounds would alert predators and some of those predators are masters in their craft, it would be hard to discern whether or not a predator would be coming due to the noise.


"From which part of Boldan do you hail from, boy? We never get visitors so confident in their capabilities anymore, most come with heavy escort through the jungle."


He thought to break the silence between them. The boy looked lost and probably was, which could mean that they are already scared and nervous. Everyone knew the jungle's reputation and getting lost all on one's own is quite the terrifying prospect. He felt it was his duty to bring this boy to some semblance of civilization, even if that civilization was a war torn city that could never really repair itself but still finds the time to laugh at opposition. It is just as hearty as the man who mans the city.


@The Jason


Hilde, Bron Outskirts.


Hilde's heart sank as she heard the stranger respond to her. It may be that this girl has lost her mind, she had mentioned a city that was not in any of the nations of Boldan and she had her information networks. She dismissed the possibility that the girl was from Iesti, she looked to healthy and brown to be one of those cave dwellers. They usually had a pale complexion as if undead or so her eyes and ears had reported. Still, the "benevolence" in her demanded that she bring this girl to Bron and then figure out why she had been left in such a state. In fact, Hilde could be renowned as healer who brought back memories. It would further her influence on the people. A smile played on her lips.


"Every opportunity is a golden opportunity..."


The words of her deceased father who was wrongly murdered by Sernnite blood lust. That was the reason for all this, she could not lose sight of what forged her into the weapon she is now. Ridding the world of Sernn served not only Ituro but the entirety of Boldan. Innocent families would no longer have to see their father or mother or brother or sister be taken by the sword. She would do anything to achieve such a goal, a new Boldan where the blood thirsty oppressors were no longer around.


"My girl, you are in Bron, in the coastal nation of Ituro. I am Hilde Valesti, one of the three who rule this nation. It is polite custom to introduce yourself as well when you one introduces themselves to you. I would escort you back to Bron and we shall see about getting you back on your feet. Those wounds seem fresh, do you have any idea of who inflicted these wounds? They shall face justice for their crime."


It would also seem that getting to cousin Cyrus would have to wait. She was confident that the men were still battle weary and very much alert. If the Sernnites made a move on Upolo or Ituro, she knew her cousin would deal with it right away. He may be the first to surrender his weapon but she had faith that he would be the first to pick it up as well. For now, this stranger needed treatment and a benevolent leader should make a show of aiding her, to remind the people that their rulers stand beside them too.


She shook her head, realizing the folly of bringing back such scars. Hilde needed to get them out of the open and into a town where they could properly chat.


"Nevermind that, girl. For now we must make haste back to Bron. Can you walk? You may have my mount if you are unable."


She dismounted her horse but kept hold of the reins. She knew her horse would not take kindly to strangers but her presence would at least be enough to calm it. She could lead it on foot back to the Bron. A little stretch of the legs would do her good as well.


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A Road Full of Vagrants in Hyr- Arcden & Greyden


Their lives were certainly not dull. Arcden weighed the situation and implications carefully and he could see Greyden doing the same silently. It was a noble thought to 'adopt' the defenseless teenager but it would put them at a serious disadvantage as well- time and energy would be lost in a serious pursuit of a kidnapper and rapist that must be brought to be justice. Even if they wished to walk away from the job, they had already given their word and taken an advance. This was the life of assassins without a home to which to return. Living from payment to payment meant that they did not have the luxury of making financial choices on a whim. A slight frown flickered on the edges of Arcden's lips as his thoughts churned. In the most simple and brutal analysis it would be a notable loss to take in the proverbial duckling. Neither could bring themselves to admit or voice this, however: their mother had instilled a conscience beyond the narcissism and sociopathy that their father had tried to breed. Should their life be completely filled with death and reaping? Was there not virtue in inconveniencing themselves for a greater ideal and goal than their fleeting needs or desires?


Wordlessly Arcden extended his hand to Greyden. The more sociable twin quickly shucked his bag off his shoulders and tossed it to his stoic brother. Arcden took the second knapsack and put it on over his own, doubling his load- but as the siblings traveled light this would not put him under great strain. The added weight might make him a touch more tired in the evening but their travels had made both able to endure much worse conditions and their stamina had only grown over the years. Zaria could be assured this would not impact Arcden's speed. The half-elf nodded to the full-blooded Iesti elf and joined her where she stood slightly ahead, glancing at her map and the horizon. Exasperation and frustration were edged on her features.


"We will alternate who carries her to avoid fatigue," he stated simply before resting his hand on the slight female's shoulder. "But we would not jeopardize your happiness. Should you find her or our assistance irreconcilable, we will do what you ask without question." It was not an admission of any romantic feelings; he was careful to find 'we' twice. Greyden was, of course, greatly concerned about the morale and emotions of both of his companions. He did not have the same investment that Arcden had recently admitted to, but they were committed to their friendship. No stranger would be worth Zaria harboring ill-will or resentment. It was Arcden's eyes that betrayed some of his intentions. They stared down at the lithe spy with a flickering of affection before they swept up to regard the path ahead.


Now freed of the satchel with his provisions, Greyden walked a little closer to Chickadee with his hands up (palms facing outwards) in a display he wasn't going to do anything untoward without permission. "Little lady, we're headed north after a very unsavory fellow that needs to be disposed of. The country we are in is called Hyr and I should warn you that it values men and women of brawn, so we're all going to be oddities and I wouldn't advise just wandering into a town alone. Now I'm sure wherever you come is lovely but you're going to move a bit slower than us. If you want to join us, my brother and I will need to carry you. Don't worry, he's just as dashing as I am," he assured with a wink. "Chickadee, right? I'm Greyden, that slightly less handsome fellow is my brother Arcden, and the blonde is Zaria. Do you want to come with us or do you want to travel alone? If you do, I'd head south," he said, gesturing down the path in the other direction, "as Upolo is a little more accepting than Hyr of strangers."


With a once up and down over Chickadee he quietly considered if it would be better if she rode on his back or if he carried her princess-style. Both would put more strain on his arms than he would otherwise experience. There were worse things to have to carry, though; a carcass was a lot more odorous and lot less attractive. Actually, now that he thought about it, the girl did smell a lot better than others of Boldan. Maybe he'd make a suggestion to Zaria to perfume herself... if he wanted a dagger in his side.


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Chickadee crossed her arms as they continued to speak about her. And why was that lady staring at her like she was the worst thing to have ever been born. And useless?! Chickadee shot the woman a glare, forgetting that the lady looked like she could just kill her at any moment. Even if Chickaded did remember that, she wouldn't really care. She was NOT useless. This lady disn't even know her! It took all of her willpower to not start ranting at the lady for speaking about her like she was just some disposable item or an irritating, defenseless animal.


Then, the men spoke again. She continued to frown deeply and backed away from the seemingly more social, strange man.


"I do not need to be carried!" Chickadee told him, clenching her hands into fists. "I am more than capable of keeping up!" the girl continued. Of course, she was probably wrong. Chickadee was in pretty good shape from always writing her bike, but she was nowhere near as strong as the small group in front of her.
 
::Serriah, Upolo, Abandoned Warehouse::

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Two of the men nearest to her were the second ones to be dispatched. As they came in closer to finish the job, an arrow from inside of the warehouse came out and railed a man in his skull. Blood spurted from his eye as it burst and the damage to his brain, instant and deadly, caused his body to seize and squirm, standing there for a second before plummeting off the roof and to the ground.


With a lightning fast jab, she struck from the man in his throat, crushing his airway. His hands came to grasp his throat, but there was nothing he could do. He would die a painful slow death as his brain slowly shutdown from lack of oxygen. Grabbing the man’s sword, she spun around, catching the second man off guard as well. Slashing down across his arm, clearing it clean off just before the elbow. Before the blood or his scream could reach her, Serriah spun again behind him, his body much like a two legged tower shield. It took the punishment of a barriage of arrows that penetrated through the ribs and flesh of his chest chest. Death was much more swift for this one.


With all their arrows spent, many now trying to reload, she took the cross bow from her human fodder and fired it into a soldiers throat on the roof. This one fell backwith a stream of life fluid surging from the wound as he was removed from sight.


Turning tail essentially, within a few moments of speed she reached the doors of the building. With the few seconds she had left before they fired at her again, she beasted the solid wood bar, barring it from opening, chunking it to the ground and forced the door open, jumping inside just as another barrage stuck.


Rolling out of danger’s way, she turned to see her Master. Down on one knee, she casually brushed herself off a little. The dust making light clouds at her feet.


“Bastards. I checked everywhere and was as silent as a mouse yet they still got the upper hand on me.”


Moving over to the window, it was dark enough that they could see out, but the men outside could not see in. Lifting her arm, she pointed to a man in the center, we was getting ready to turn and run.


“Is that the man we are searching for?”


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|Lily Marceline Valdez ~ Some kind of (random) street, Sernn|




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The first few steps outside that dark alleyway was almost too refreshing for the girl, that she couldn't help but wonder just how long she was unconscious in that dark area. If she wasn't so determined and focused in finding any weapons or any hint that would lead to a quest-giver, she might have noticed the commotion that bubbled at her mere presence and the sight of her out there. But the people there who seemed to be avoiding Lily barely even bothered her. Neither did the whispers and glares and curious mumbling around the girl.


Quick paces that came from her soon turned into a slow walk.


It had only been a few minutes, but felt like an hour had passed already -- and it wasn't just the fact that the temperature was indeed hotter than ever. Lily would just really get tired at random times, especially when nothing hasn't been achieved yet. She couldn't say otherwise, being that she hasn't even found anything that could help in her adventure. After all, it wouldn't hurt to enjoy the surroundings for now. And you gotta admit, she thought with a delighted grin on her face. the graphics are amazing.


Not long did another set of voices -- which were a whole lot louder than the ones she had been ignoring ever since -- separate her from her thoughts. "What?," Lily muttered, with a slight hint of confusion laced on her voice. Those loud cries were screaming something about... someone unlikely, she figured. "Where?," her eyes widened and she looked around her. An intruder? This must be the first quest!, she couldn't help but smile at the thought. My efforts have served myself greatly.





But the guards whom she just faced right now seemed to prove otherwise. There was nobody beside, or even close to her, aside from one guard who had a calm approach. "Hi there," she waved casually, trying to tune out the screams. It seemed that she was the intruder for them. But, she was very convinced that she wasn't. Upon hearing what the guard said, the girl simply nodded and asked curiously, "Are you the leader here?" It seemed likely for her. Are you the quest giver? seemed like an unusual thing to say now.


Her imagination and disbelief that this could be anything else were the only ones defending her conclusion about this whole thing being a game, after all.
 
Alli Vorona, outskirts of Bron > Heading to Bron.


Bron, Ituro. That didn't ring any bells. But Alli now had the name of the place at least. This was what GPS was made for, that was, if she could ever get a semblance of signal to use her data. No point of trying again until she got closer to the set. I really need to let dad know I'm okay, she thought with a small, intense frown. Which quickly changed to an expression of confusion as the actress introduced herself.


Is she staying in character...? But why in front of her, Alli, an (accidental!) intruder? Then again, there were some pretty dedicated actors out there. Or maybe she really was a leader, and Alli was in some tribal area? She remembered something like that from her cultural anthropology class she'd taken back in sophomore year, something like tribal nations still existed in all parts of the world. And it would just as easily explain the clothes, the houses, the accent, the lack of signal, all of it!





And even more confusion. Wounds? What? For the first time since she'd landed in this strange new place, Alli looked down at herself, really looked. Small tears littered her shirt and shorts, and a series of haphazard cuts shown themselves about her exposed flesh. And, Oh no, a large tear right over a pocket. Alli smacked the pocket, expecting a jingle, but she merely felt the flat of her palm against her own thigh. It's alright, just a set of keys!


It was only after laying eyes on her own wounds that they started to sting. Whatever initial nervous energy/ adrenaline rush mix she'd been on, she was now coming down.





"Oh, no, no!" she began to explain to the actress or leader lady, "These are from debri-" but stopped when Valesti urged them to make their way towards the village or set. And offered a ride on her horse. Alli looked up, a big nervous smile on her face. It had never really struck her before how truly big horses were. Nice horsie, gooood horsie, no need to trample this lil' human here!





"I can walk, don't worry!" she assured her finder, which was true, the stinging of the wounds didn't really bother her to the point of impeding her, plus it would just make her feel lazy. Yup. Didn't want to be lazy. Nothing to do with how large and thereby intimidating the horse was! She just hoped it wasn't rude to turn down horse rides in this nation's customs in the case it was indeed a nation and not a movie set.


Alli looked from where they were to this 'Bron'. If it's a tribal village, does that mean there won't be any signal? Or a landline, at the least? Her hopes dwindled momentarily, but she slapped her own cheeks all a'sudden, Carrier pigeons! Yup, even old school communication 'devices' could help towards her goal, easily. They could be sent to the closest place with technology and from there a message could be sent to her dad. Feeling renewed despite the stinging cuts and the slight (possible) setback, she looked at Valesti brightly, "Ready when you are!"
 
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xBoldan - Inside Hyr’s Border - Zaria L’instxxxxxxx




Zaria nodded to Arcden, seeing a flash of something in his eyes before he looked away. There was a sort of softness to them that she had only seen him look to his brother with. Well, she was glad that she was seen as valuable to him. If he equated her to being a sister, she felt glad. They were her only real friends. Most of the other elves at Iesti were mere associates or political friends. Hell, even the twins started out as associates when her exploration began. She could remember flashes of the day when she caught them outside of Iesti, taking a risk in arranging a deal with the two. She had affairs with them before, and had hoped it would work in her favor to convince them of her trustworthiness.


Obviously, her plan had worked, or she wouldn’t be with them today. She glanced backwards toward Greyden, crossing her arms as she waited impatiently. Glancing to the sun, she made the swift decision to investigate the nearest tribe that night while the twins made camp. She gazed up at Arcden again, the corners of her lips turning down. Debating, she absentmindedly tapped the part of her armor that began to pinch her skin again. She could put off fixing her armor that night, but if she kept putting it off, the pinch might become more troublesome. Her eyes narrowed in thought as her eyes glazed over in thought. She barely realized that she was still looking at Arcden. She would have her armor looked at, but she would have to give up adequate sleep for the night, as she would go to the closest tribe to camp afterwards in order to investigate.


Just as she finally decided her night plans, Zaria’s eyes sliced toward the human girl with her exclamation. A human keep up with them? She huffed at the notion and glared toward Greyden.

”Leave her, Grey,”

Zaria called before starting on her way. If the human girl was so confident in her own slow speed, she would not wait. The whole encounter had slowed them down enough. She didn’t hold back her own speed, starting at a quick pace. Even with her armor, she was almost as fast as the twins with their packs. She would be sure to not go faster than their ability to catch up, but she was not willing to wait on the arrogant stranger.



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Ludovic of Hyr


Shack of a Town in NE Upolo

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Her adornments were strange. Ludo realized this with an incline of his head. Her punctured and cut blouse discarded on the floor, soaked in blood was foreign in shape, yes, but what so overtook the Hyrian's attention was its fabric. Upon closer examination, tiny threads had been stitched all together in perfect craftsmanship, as though the maker had a hand tempered by eternity unto flawless and repeated movement. He let it drape down his hand and spill to the floor, moving with fluidity akin to water. A glance to the woman in bed brought to his attention a second strange contraption; a constrictive binding wrapped upon her chest and accentuated her femininity.


But a more shocking revelation was uncovered by the bobbing strands of the healer's hair, strands that jumped as the man gasped violently and scrambled backwards, giving way for Ludo to see the flawless flesh of a wound at her stomach. The blood washed away, the swelling internal red of the organs within was petrifying for the impossibility of it. Ludo had seen no such restraint of flesh after the cutting of a blade, even his spear.


As she declared her indignation with a voice both nervous and trembling, the healer fell backwards, his legs pedaling him into Ludo, who caught the man’s shoulder to steady him.


“Why… Why, I’ve never seen anything like it.” The man shook like a leaf in Ludo’s one arm. The Hyrian watched the man’s long, flabby cheeks shake as he spoke, the movement eye-catching.


Without a word, Ludo released the healer, who dropped to his knees, holding himself up on the bed, hyperventilating, an entirely over-dramatic reaction, and Ludo stepped over him, his one long stride carrying him to a careening halt inches from the girl’s own body. Bracing her shoulder with the other, his left hand found her wound, and with his fingers, he gently traced the inside, expression turning grave as he touched around the interior, the organs and tissues slick or wrinkled. He pulled away with a thin coating of red over his thick fingers, and sniffed it. It smelled like blood.


“Wrap it up.” He commanded the healer, who looked like he wanted nothing more than to run off. He let out a whimper, so Ludo grabbed him by the back of his collar and threw him on the girl. The healer let out a very girly scream, and, his hands all trembling and shakes, clumsily, doing his best not to touch her, wrapped her open wound in cloth bandages. As he worked, Ludo caught Seurn’s stricken expression, and frowned.


Upolonians, Ludo had found, were very much averse to the idea of the spiritual. They, especially the farmers, had a very closed, and strict mindset. Their gods gave them food, air, and sunlight, and let them be. The gods did not get involved in the affairs of man, for they were too holy and too great to touch upon us. So this girl’s supernatural state of being was contradictory to their idea of how things ought to be.


And Ludo knew well how people reacted when such a contradiction presented itself. The lack of cowardice in the cripple woman of Ludo’s past had been an affront to his people, and for it she had paid the price. Ludo clicked his tongue at Seurn, and the spell that possessed the blonde man popped like a bubble. Seurn met Ludo’s eyes, and closed his mouth.


The healer left, cowering and crouched over. He’d muttered to himself as he passed Ludo, but the Hyrian paid him no heed. He pulled up a stool and plopped down on it, leaning one elbow forward on his knee and giving the girl a thorough once-over.


“Where are you from?” Seurn asked, a weak smile on his face. He made as if to move, but winced and seemed to think the better of it.


Ludo rolled his head back towards the girl. She who’d fallen from the sky. He had his theory; the girl may’ve come down from heaven, from the place of the spirits in the sky. But the thought, even as it came, was shoved aside. The spirits had never taken physical form, nor would they. They affected the world, but never partook as a dweller in the world. It was unheard of. Rather, it was more likely a happening that this girl had been blessed by the spirits in some way. How else was her wound explained?


Ludo’s stare intensified as these thoughts passed through him, and he awaited her answer to Seurn’s question with a heavy brow, considering her every movement, her strange pure white skin, her abnormal clothing, even the perfect craftsmanship thereof, her strange dialect, and believed the thought of heaven, at the very least heaven's influence, all the more likely.


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Thane, Jungle-walking with a bird man


The shock and excitement of seeing such bizarre sight as a walking bird-human hybrid passed, so much sooner than he thought it would. The confusion, nervousness and fear, which he thought was overwheleming and uncontrollable at the time faded, like morning mist under the sun. All that bundle of emotions, so intense and sudden that it left him almost speechless and frozen simply faded, replaced with the usual calmness and the endless boredom. Now that it's gone, Thane found himself wishing for that excitement again, to feel at leas something, rather than a ringing emptiness like he had always felt. But his mind had other plans, and emotions were not in the schedule anytime soon. He realised, that must be how the adrenalin junkies feel all the time, how they crave the fear and the thrill of danger. Thane started wondering how had he come to this, and how had he not figure out such things before. It must be, he reasoned, that in his hometown, there were few chances for such things. His senses were sharper than ever, his perception expanded, his mind flooded with details that he had no use for, yet those images scream at him to use them for something, ANYTHING. No matter how much he tried to convince himself, Thane knew he was not out of his mind. It would be so much easier if he was. Now he was back to short of committing suicide to try and entertain himself. He almost sigh aloud. He was going somewhere, he knew, the birdman trying to break the uncomfortable silence as he led the way. It was no use. Thane was already bored of this creature, like a child bored of a new toy only after a few minutes. Except he was no child, and his mental problem could not be solved with a new toy.


He settled on observing. His mind, although groaning in boredom and near bursting with unused energy, went back to picking out the details around him, noticing the leaves and the trees, looking for the direction of the sun, feeling for the wind direction. After a while, Thane had managed to form a mental idea about where they were heading, basing directions on the sun that sometimes, rarely, showed itself through some cracks in the canopy of thick green leaves. His eyes took in the way the birdman was dressed, remembering the shape of the pouches on his side, trailing along the weapons on his back. He realised that while he stomped heavily through the bushes and twigs on the ground, the birdman barely even make a sound. By following his footsteps and studying how he walked, Thane started to watch his steps more closely, careful to avoid large bushes and to walk on the thicker patches of grass rather. The sound he made gradually reduced, and though it was not nearly has quiet as his guide's could be, he no long sounded like a tank rolling down a gravel path.


"Huh?" Thane answered distractedly, before snapping to attention. "Oh....I...." Boldan. That must be what this place was called. So he really wasn't in Kansas anymore. And he really hated The Wizard of Oz too. "West. I came from the West." He blurted out, managing to put in some effort to lie, although it was not very belivable with his tone of voice. "I...uh...got lost while traveling. Busy admiring the scene, you see. It is...uh-hmm...a lovely forest after all. My escort lost me. I'm sure it's alright, we all know where to find each other." He faked a tight smile, wishing that it was the right thing to say, not able to make out any emotion of the bird-man's face. But of course, it's a bird face. He shouldn't be able to.





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A Road in Hyr- The Handsome Iesti Half-Elf Twins


Arcden was slightly perplexed by the staring Zaria was doing. Her eyes were distant and did now anything akin to affection, but it was still unsettling to have her staring so soon after his brother realized his swaying feelings. As the moments slipped by silently he grew increasingly uncomfortable despite his usually stoic nature. The longer she stared, the more he felt her gaze penetrating his being and glancing below the opaque surface even if unintentionally; as if the spy was looking through him and glimpsing at what had been so dutifully concealed. He shifted his weight briefly and considered catching her attention to divert the stare when suddenly the girl seized Zaria's attention. Arcden belatedly realized what the human had uttered. Didn't need help?


The twins had the same thought: this girl was out of her mind. Obviously her mind was jumbled in transit to assert she could keep pace with half-elves and an elf. Did she underestimate them due to their half-blooded nature? Their gender granted them more stamina than their female peers, and being of human blood meant they could persevere for longer distances than a true elf. What they lacked in raw speed (due to more weight and a stockier frame) was mitigated due to their training and experience in a profession that valued swift movement and action. Arcden was reserved and quiet by nature and thus did not feel the need to comment or scoff at her assertion. Greyden, however, let loose a robust laugh that no doubt only injured the pride of the foreigner. "Suit yourself. I would warn you, however, if you refuse to be carried and can't keep up- you best know how to defend yourself from wild creatures and bandits. No law travels these roads." With a grin and a wink, he moved to Arcden's side to confirm he was ready to proceed.


It was not often that Greyden was quite so compliant. As eager as he had been to take Chickadee with them, he did not argue with or question Zaria's authority. The assassin respected the chain of command well enough, but he was not above commentary and debate if it seemed warranted. The lack thereof was indicative of approval soon both Arcden and Greyden were only a step behind of Zaria such that they would not outpace her or one another. She was always welcome to assume the lead as she did now. As the wind whistled past their ears, Greyden in particular listened for a cry from the human that would no doubt lag behind their agility.


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Chickadee huffed a little as the woman spoke again. Jerk. She looked back at the men and began walking with them. She tucked her book back into her bag as she did so, not wanting to drop it and lose it.


They walked at a faster speed than she had expected, so she had to jog a little to keep up with them. It was okay though. That made her be able to keep a step or two behind them. At least for the moment that is. No doubt she was going to get tired eventually and start to fall off from the group. She was just lucky she had eaten before all this happened and had a decent amount of energy left in here to jog for a while.


As she was jogging, Chickadee was trying to piece together what was happening still. Okay. She was at the party, then a storm blew in, somehow lifted her out of the cabin, and dropped her off there. This was certainly not a dream too. Then, were the others? She was pretty sure she saw them get lifted up too. Did they get dropped off somewhere else? Chickadee sighed amd decided to just focus on keeping up with the considerably taller adults.
 
A Healer's Hut in Upolo- The Freaky Healing Jenna


Jenna was, to put it succinctly, displeased that the men were not listening to her. She was under the impression that even the most meek, unassuming, young, and average of females would be treated with a little more care and awe. Instead what grasped the man hovering around her (presumably some sort of archaic healing-sort) was fear. The scrambling away and proclamation he had never seen anything like her wound made her both slightly paranoid about the state of the injury and ill at where her imagination took her. Ludovic's prodding instilled little confidence that she wasn't on death's door and the subsequent pain caused by the exploration caused Jenna to suppress whimpers. No, this was not going at all how she planned. For a fleeting moment she felt like some freakish scientific experiment they were both horrified with and curious about. The teenager tried to silently build her resolve. Surely it was because she had gone on a space/time travel and they were unable to deal with the differences that was causing this commotion. Even in the most agreeable situations involving such journeys, the natives were at first distrustful, worried, and awed. Yes, yes. She could handle this... as long as she wasn't dying. But would not the magic that carried her here keep her from having an untimely demise? Jenna convinced herself she must have faith in the mysterious forces that gifted her these reluctant guardians and carried her all this way.


And then the healer screamed and was thrown on top of her. Whimsical delusions melted away and the previously 'brave' girl was tossed into a state of panic. Never before had she confronted her own mortality and the over-dramatic response of the healer and knitted, stern brows of Ludovic gave her any comfort. Her mind raced and she felt dizzy with possibilities. Was she poisoned? Was it infected already? Was there too much blood loss? Doctors treating terminal patients had similar aghast, drawn, trembling expressions as she saw now. Would she die here, in this foreign place, so far away from her siblings and parents that loved her? Had her assumptions been wrong and her friends tossed to their own untimely demises? What waited beyond this existence? Would her life fade away to nothingness or would she be judged by an unforgiving entity? Who would await her at the proverbial pearly gates?


It was Seurn's gentle words that snapped her out of her wild thoughts. The voice that was so close to her caused no shortage of alarm and a glance to Ludovic revealed that they were both too near her for comfort. With a startled cry she snatched some linen at the end of the bed and pulled it up over her chest such that the perverted barbarian wouldn't be staring at her chest with such studious intensity. The movement shot crippling pain through her abdomen and she fell back down on the cot with clenched teeth. There was no doubt this was real. She writhed for a moment and her face turned briefly towards Seurn's to see him right there. If he wasn't her obviously bishounen guardian he could take all sorts of indecent liberties. By the heavens she was in bed with a man! A very... nice-looking man. Ludovic was bent over and in uncomfortable proximity.


Jenna's face flushed vibrant red. She had been around boys her age before, but these were men just like in stories and shows. They were real flesh and blood and most certainly not friends whose eyes were turned towards popular ladies in the class. No, these displays of masculinity had all their attention on her alone. As she struggled to compose herself she recalled that these tales included an early explanation by the heroine that she was from a different world and a mutual respect and trust from her guardians. One might act macho and disbelieving, but that would just be the stereotypically defiant type. "I'm from a world called Earth," she breathed as she tried to stare at something unimportant on the hut's ceiling. Keeping a pretty boy out of eyesight was crucial to steadying her nerves. "I was brought here by a storm."


Jenna was still blushing wildly.


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xBoldan - Inside Hyr’s Border - Zaria L’instxxxxxxx




Zaria didn’t have to wait long for the boys to join her. They stayed close, though neither passed her. Then she heard rather than glanced back to see the human girl as she jogged to keep up. Zaria entertained the idea to outpace the girl, just to lose her if she was so arrogant to try to keep up. Though, reason came to her a moment later. Increasing their pace would only wear them out sooner. And Arcden had not given his brother’s pack back to him. They must have thought that the girl would eventually be joining their group. She would have to accept it, but she didn’t like it. What good was the girl to them?


She would have to admit that she was slightly impressed that the girl had the stamina to try to keep up. If she kept up for any amount of time past ten minutes, Zaria would be forced to give the useless girl the credit of the ability. A wind from the north blew past, and she pulled her cloak closer under the gale. Her hair whipped about her face, tendrils of blonde curtaining her eyes before she flipped it out of her way. She would need a thicker cloak by the next town if the cold air became much worse. If not, she would be okay for another two towns at least.


Then the thought crossed her mind that if she did not get a cloak before the cold became unbearable at night, she would have to sleep closer to the twins, or goddess forbid, the human girl. She narrowed her eyes at the thought and finally paused to look back at the girl. She was wanting to stay with them, and Greyden was obviously playing some sort of game to make the girl comply. The fact that he didn't have his pack told her that much. She didn’t have the patience for this sort of play, especially with the increasing cold.




”Look, girl. You won’t keep up, and you’re already falling behind. Either let Grey carry you or go back to Upolo,”

she said pointing back the opposite way that they had come. Her voice was hard, like that of a general of an army who had little tolerance for mischief. Then, she turned and disappeared from the twins and girl’s view as she emerged into the thick pines on one side of the trail. When she had turned on the girl, she also noticed the bird that flew her way. As soon as she stopped next to a tree, the messenger descended upon her held out arm. She took the note off his leg, read it quickly, and sent the bird on its way. The bird left with much more of a rustle through the branches than it had emerged, and Zaria was sure even the twins saw the bird. It was so noisy, she assumed it was a newly trained falcon.


After reading, she wrapped her fist around the message, anger steaming as she walked back. When she came into view, she swiped out one of her small daggers and slammed it into a nearby tree. The dagger was small and thin, and could pierce the best armor if enough force was behind it. It sunk all the way into the bark, up to the hilt. She pulled it out and gritted her teeth as she examined the blade for damage. It was rare that she ever showed her anger, and the message had not set well with her.


Zaria took a deep breath, and after spotting no damage, she put her dagger back into its spot. She let her eyes hold her anger, but she turned her body language back to calm, relaxing her muscles. She started down the trail again, not stopping to see if the girl was joining or not, and not slowing for the twins to catch up. She barely noticed that her fist still held the message.




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(Sorry I was gone, I was swamped with a lot of school work.)





  • "Soon, this land shall be plunged into the darkness that is war. Death, strife, distrust, hatred, revenge will run wild through the golden sands and the emerald plains. Good men may wave good bye, crying about how bright their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay. Sernn is without such good men, and she has no need for them. I, without my father to lead my people, admit that I am weak. I do not have his strength. I do not have his power. Our enemies, whomever they may be, however, should not think I will go gentle into the good night. As long as I draw breath, those who are loyal to me, as well as myself, will rage against the dying of the light."


    She drew in a deep breath under her scarf, then sighed. As soon as the ink settled, she closed the leather-bound book and slipped it into her satchel. The Acting Regent of Sernn stood up, grains of sand trickling down from her greaves as she did. Her eyes gazed over the vast sands ahead of her, a forlorn look in her eyes. Her brothers turned against her, her beloved sister dead at the hands of that witch with a capital B, and she could no longer trust part of her council. Sernn was headed to a dark time. She knew she was supposed to be strong, skin hard as stone, but she wasn't her father. He could laugh all of these attempts to hurt him off. She, even as she put on a brave face and threw one of her brothers on the table and flung him across the hall, felt an unmistakable pain in her heart. Guilt. Sorrow. Fear. All of them encompassing her love for her people.


    She rolled her shoulders, massaging them as she turned away from the rolling dunes. Her feet froze in place as the clear sky was sullied by a single dot, heralded by a blast of light, clear in the blue canvas. The same dot descended from the sky, falling like what her astronomers had called a 'comet', and shot right to the sand, sending up a cloud of gold dust into the air. Franca Stenhardt blinked, and licked her dry lips. She should just leave this alone and return to her castle. Then again, curiousity gnawed at her. She gritted her teeth, and, gripping the hilt of her sword, started towards the thing that had fallen from the sky. She climbed over the dune ahead of her and stumbled up the peak, and directed her eyes downwards. A figure was recovering from the fall: a raven-haired young man, whose clothes seemed foreign to the Sernn Regent, even in Boldan standards. This young man, fetching as he may be, was an Outsider. But from where? Ituro, the cesspool of human vice? But even their anarchical world did not include this sense of...foreignity. Franca slid down the slope carefully, bracing herself. She came to a halt about a few steps away from the young man, and raised her hand in a show of pacifism.


    "Outsider," she greeted him in slow tones, wondering if he had the ability to understand her. "Can you...uhh...understand the words that are coming out of my mouth?"


    "Yes, I can understand what you're saying......you wouldn't happen to know where I am now would you?"


    Marc surely did not expect to be greeted by such a sight within the first few seconds of his arrival. Then again, she may as well be a fabrication of his mind due to a heatstroke. Still, on the off chance that she was real, he decided to play along and acknowledge her a human being instead of a hallucination. Perhaps this girl was real and he wasn't going insane, after all, Marc was almost certain if he was going insane he'd be seeing Charleene not this...pretty girl.


    "My name is Marc, by the way."


 
Kronos, Village of Bron


Kronos made his was through the growing crowd that was beginning to form around Hilde and the mysterious girl that followed. She was human, that was clear. And young too. Not much about here was out of the ordinary, that is if you didn't take into account her clothing. If he was being truthful, he was a bit disappointed but knew better than to show it on his face. Kronos glanced at Iso who had now taken to standing atop Melorose to better see over the crowd. He could see that his younger brother shared his feeling of disappointment. If Kronos didn't know any better he would have told Iso to sit down, but that kid could balance on a raindrop.


"So," Kronos said standing in front of the young girl. "You're the stranger I've been hearing about. You must of had quite a journey," Kronos looked over her wounds. "I would like to hear about it."


Just as he finished speaking an older woman with long jet black hair braided over her right shoulder stepped out of the crowd. She made her way over to Alli, taking in the girl. With a nod she spoke. "Come with me, I can treat those wounds and then you can be on your way." She then looked from Hilde to Kronos. "And the two of you as well."


Kronos smiled down at the woman. "This is Asa," he told the stranger. "She's the best healer around, you couldn't ask for anyone better."


Asa didn't return the smile. "Follow me."
 
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Chickadee looked up at the lady and just gave her a glare. She already strongly disliked that woman. Talking abiut her like she was completely, uttertly useless. Well, she was going to prove her wrong. And, if that meang exhausting herself just to keep up witu them, then so be it.


She watched as a bird flew to the woman and slowed down slightly to watch, then just continued to follow the twin men. She didn't exactly caee what was happening to the lady.


(I had no idea what to post.)
 


Ludovic of Hyr

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Same Ole Shack-of-a-Hospital

Eye contact seemed a difficulty for the girl. Ludovic was unsure how he should perceive this. Perhaps the land she came from had some backwards custom, but in Upolo, as with Hyr, though in the mountainous terrain it was considered of greater offense, here it was an act that communicated either uncouth upbringing or timid servitude. Ludo instinctively guessed this girl meant neither, yet the actual cause for the strange movements -- snatching up the sheets, glaring accusingly, staring at the ceiling with shifty eyes -- was beyond him.


“Earth?” Seurn asked. He glanced unsuredly at Ludo. “Like the dirt? Is that the name of your country?” He scratched his head, elbow ghosting past the girl. “I’ve certainly never heard of it… Who in their right mind would name their land ‘Dirt’?”


The Hyrian shifted his weight. He leaned back against empty air, taut muscles holding him upright, bulging as he crossed his arms. “Seurn…” He said, his tone a warning.


The blonde sighed. A look of forced patience overcame his face as his lips squirmed. “Alright. What’s Earth like?” Placating was his tone. "What direction is it from here? Do you have parents? And what did you mean by a storm? Did you cross the ocean?”
 
A Path in Hyr- Two Increasingly Chilly Half-Elves


The continued refusal of the human girl was certainly straining relations between the twins and Zaria. Arcden was more ready to leave behind the foreigner with excessive ego and focus on their tasks at hand while Greyden remained more sympathetic to her plight and self-esteem. The chasm between their thoughts only grew with each passing moment and bloomed into irritation for one another once Zaria had her message. Both were concerned about the burst of anger prevalent in their female companion. As Zaria turned and increased her pace towards the distant towns of Hyr they made eye contact. Arcden made a few obscure gestures with his hands to indicate a course of action; Greyden replied in a similar manner. Neither explanation the sign language to the human stranger.


Arcden turned on his heal and sped after Zaria with both packs still on his broad shoulders, his hair trailing behind in a pale lavender wave. Greyden had oft commented that their colouration would have been more pleasing for women than men, but it had never bothered Arcden. The more stoic duplicate never dwelt on things he could not change and there was too much effort involved to try to conceal their hair under dye. Arcden matched Zaria's pace before he parted his lips to speak softly over the whistling wind. "I can move as fast as you need to make up lost time." Once her gaze flitted towards him (assuming it did so) he made a few signs to her that were more easily understood than spoken words. "I am always here to listen," he concluded with a meaningful stare.


Arcden would not pry. It was rude to do so and would only further agitate the elven spy he held dear to his heart. Though her feet were light and her lithe form relatively relaxed, he knew that the message still plagued her. His eyes briefly dropped to the fist and the crumpled missive that was crushed within. News of her sister perhaps? New directives? In his mind he heard what Greyden would no doubt say- this was a prime time to offer comfort to Zaria and increase her affection! Would she even care to confide? With a light shake of his head he continued forward, allowing Zaria to increase their strides as she saw fit. The two bags slung over his shoulders slowed him less than the weight chained to his heart.


Greyden lingered behind with the human, curious if she would try to sprint/run with the others. Gusts of wintry air had started to blow down the trail without mercy. Wherever this girl had come from it was obviously not as cold as Hyr- but where would be? A country in the north and with mountainous terrain was a recipe for snow, ice, and everything frigid. "It's good to have some pride, Chickadee, but here it can get you killed," he offered with a disarming smile. "This road is traveled not just by elves like us- but by bandits who rob, rape, and kill... and not necessarily in that order. Even the best human athlete in Boldan can't keep up with an elf and if you fall behind, you're going to need to be able to defend yourself. We will help you, but even we have limitations- we're on a time-sensitive mission of sorts right now." To prove his point about how helpless she would be without two strong assassins and one agile spy to guard her person, he took the opportunity to vanish into the forest flanking the road. Breezes rustled the trees, grasses, and brush alike almost constantly- it was impossible to hear where he was. As a master of stealth it was unlikely that even seasoned warriors could locate him unless he wanted to be found.


Ahead of the teenager, Arcden and Zaria traveled with either ignorance or disregard for Greyden's disappearance behind them.


@Auren , @pastel stitchings
 
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