Firebright
I'm mad. Aren't You?
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Firebright
I'm mad. Aren't You?
Lana Muir:
All she knew was that she was captured by a young blonde haired man. His hair fell down almost longer than hers and he had quite the attitude. He didn't really seem to care too much about their appearance. He had knives pressed to their backs and was taking them some where. she had tried asking him but he didn't say. She and Muriel were tied together by their wrists. The land they traveled through was dark. The trees looked grey and the only light she could see was tinged blue. Where were they? Why had her appearances changed? She held her head high and tried act as if she wasn't totally freaked out. After all this was all her fault. She should have stayed away from the pool as Muriel had said. Why did she have to be so curious about every thing. After while longer of walking she found that they were heading to a palace of sorts. It had massive spires, the whole thing made out of a dark smooth stone like obsidian. Her eyes wandered about as they got closer. Where were they? As they entered the guards bowed to the blonde man. He must be some sort of Noble. HE immediately walked them down a pair of stairs. Gradually it got darker and darker as they descended, till she couldn't see anything. Then roughly she and Muriel were shoved forward and she heard a gate shut behind them. Wonderful...they were imprisoned.
All she knew was that she was captured by a young blonde haired man. His hair fell down almost longer than hers and he had quite the attitude. He didn't really seem to care too much about their appearance. He had knives pressed to their backs and was taking them some where. she had tried asking him but he didn't say. She and Muriel were tied together by their wrists. The land they traveled through was dark. The trees looked grey and the only light she could see was tinged blue. Where were they? Why had her appearances changed? She held her head high and tried act as if she wasn't totally freaked out. After all this was all her fault. She should have stayed away from the pool as Muriel had said. Why did she have to be so curious about every thing. After while longer of walking she found that they were heading to a palace of sorts. It had massive spires, the whole thing made out of a dark smooth stone like obsidian. Her eyes wandered about as they got closer. Where were they? As they entered the guards bowed to the blonde man. He must be some sort of Noble. HE immediately walked them down a pair of stairs. Gradually it got darker and darker as they descended, till she couldn't see anything. Then roughly she and Muriel were shoved forward and she heard a gate shut behind them. Wonderful...they were imprisoned.
LostHaven
Loser's queue is real and it's coming for you.
Faust's morning had been horrible. First, he ran out of tinder, and he couldn't be bothered to get any. So he figured tea leaves would be just as good as normal tinder but he couldn't be bothered to light the fire so he tried to make Ashimar light the fire, but Ashimar just snatched the bacon Faust had prepared and took off with the whole lot. So Faust was there, without his bacon or tea, eating Ashimar's (would be) breakfast, which didn't tast all that bad... (it was three blueberry pies). But he accidenally spilled a bit of blueberry pie on his suit so he washed it and leaved it to dry. But the wind blew it away and he couldn't be bothered to fetch it back...
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THEN when he went to get his weapon, he found a huge, hairy spider on his Widow Howls and it bit him right in the back of his hand. So there he was, one suit short in his wardrobe, (which happened to be his ONLY suit), dressed like the Grim Reaper, walking around the woods near the border between Lightwood and Darkhold, with a massive red spot on his hand (which was gloved) with two small sickles with hilariously long blades. According to his luck, he'd bump into Ordred or Alistair anytime now...
SERIOUSLY, FUCK MY LIFE.
@Solaire_ (supreme bad luck incoming xD)
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THEN when he went to get his weapon, he found a huge, hairy spider on his Widow Howls and it bit him right in the back of his hand. So there he was, one suit short in his wardrobe, (which happened to be his ONLY suit), dressed like the Grim Reaper, walking around the woods near the border between Lightwood and Darkhold, with a massive red spot on his hand (which was gloved) with two small sickles with hilariously long blades. According to his luck, he'd bump into Ordred or Alistair anytime now...
SERIOUSLY, FUCK MY LIFE.
@Solaire_ (supreme bad luck incoming xD)
Solaire_
Sun Praiser
Ordred walked silently along the border between Darkhold and Lightwood, somehow masking the noise his armour made from many years of wearing it daily. He spared no expense of enacting extreme caution and awareness of his surroundings; there was never a time when he came here, not expecting Alistair to appear. And if- no, when he did, Ordred was prepared. He'd even bothered to restock his storage knives and finding even more places in his armour to hide them.
A figure in the distance moved, and he immediately brought himself to a halt, watching the figure walk within the woods like a hawk. No, that wasn't Alistair. He could tell with absolute certainty, even when he was so far away; he'd seen the Lightwood Guardian nearly every day for a very long time, after all. But then who else would be at the border? It only took a few more moments of observation for him to figure out the identity of this figure. The traitor. What luck. A wide smirk spread across his lips; the treacherous weasel could not have chosen a better day to appear. Of course, he was aware the traitor was no common foe. But he was sure he could at the very least shake the fiend's mind, at least a little. In a flash, he'd already launched a couple of his large expanse of knives at the figure, and they advanced upon his target at a speed even he was proud of. He did not even hesitate to find out if the knives had hit their mark; he was already in another location, far enough from where he had thrown the knives before so that his target shouldn't be able to retaliate, or locate him.
This could be fun.
@MrEvilMexican
A figure in the distance moved, and he immediately brought himself to a halt, watching the figure walk within the woods like a hawk. No, that wasn't Alistair. He could tell with absolute certainty, even when he was so far away; he'd seen the Lightwood Guardian nearly every day for a very long time, after all. But then who else would be at the border? It only took a few more moments of observation for him to figure out the identity of this figure. The traitor. What luck. A wide smirk spread across his lips; the treacherous weasel could not have chosen a better day to appear. Of course, he was aware the traitor was no common foe. But he was sure he could at the very least shake the fiend's mind, at least a little. In a flash, he'd already launched a couple of his large expanse of knives at the figure, and they advanced upon his target at a speed even he was proud of. He did not even hesitate to find out if the knives had hit their mark; he was already in another location, far enough from where he had thrown the knives before so that his target shouldn't be able to retaliate, or locate him.
This could be fun.
@MrEvilMexican
LostHaven
Loser's queue is real and it's coming for you.
Faust had only tried to take a walk, but it looked like his luck was about to get worse. He heard something slicing through the air, and quickly reached to grab Widow Howls. He turned backward and managed to block the attack.. One blade struck his mask and bounced off, and he parried one more, shattering it into two pieces. However, he ended up taking a knife to the shoulder, chest and foot. Luckily, his foot was in decent condition, but his shoulder began bleeding. And there was a massive spot of red on his leather cloak, after he pulled the thrid knife out.
Fuck, Ordred.
He cursed, grabbing behind for a lighter weapon, and not two rediciulous looking, heavy AF sickles, only to realise he didn't bring Era's Doom, or The Guillotine Scythe. His luck seemed to get worse by the second. He surveyed his surroundings, but no transgender old man in sight. He shouted into where the blades came from.
Hey! Come out and fight me yourself! You've got five seconds, or I'm going to start playing dirty as well!!!
He gripped the Widow Howls tightly, so much that his knuckles would turn white.
Dammit... I should've picked somewhere else for a walk...
He thought to himself. However, now wasn't a time for stupidity. He looked around, and braced for any knives that would fly at him.
@Solaire_
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And there he sat, in a darkened room, like an eagle watching intently for it's next prey. Two red, ominous lights that were his eyes gazed at the entrance to his throne room. He didn't allow any servants into there, and he intended to keep it that way. Only very few actually had the privilege to enter the Highlord's domain. He appeared to be waiting for something. Then, the doors into the darkness opened, and light poured in, light spears of gold piercing the maw of the void. Kaine smiled under his helmet. The messenger had arrived. He nervously whispered into Kaine's helmet, as if trying to not pierce the delicate veil of silence. Kaine's smile grew, the more he heard.
So, the little prince caught a Lightling in Darkhold, eh?
He had a feeling about this 'tresspasser.'
No Lightling ever comes here anymore. The only Lightling in Darkhold is that Emi little twerp... The balance that had shifted in Darkhold's favor for so long is reverting back toward Lightwood... If my instincts are not mistaken...
He smiled at the thought. Maybe he would actually get something better to do than hunting down that yellow haired moron. He sent the messenger away as the maw to asbolute darkness closed again, engulfing the room into utter abyss. From the shadows, a massive sceptre formed in Kaine's hand, and Kain stood up. The shadows writhed and cowered before the Highlord's power, and he opened the doors of his room. Light poured in once more, and this time, for much longer. He his home and walked through the streets of Darkhold, in full armor. Anyone who would walk past him would kneel at his feet, and none dared to not do so.
I've got to see this Lightling for myself.
He thought to himself, and the more he did, the more the smile grew on his face...
Fuck, Ordred.
He cursed, grabbing behind for a lighter weapon, and not two rediciulous looking, heavy AF sickles, only to realise he didn't bring Era's Doom, or The Guillotine Scythe. His luck seemed to get worse by the second. He surveyed his surroundings, but no transgender old man in sight. He shouted into where the blades came from.
Hey! Come out and fight me yourself! You've got five seconds, or I'm going to start playing dirty as well!!!
He gripped the Widow Howls tightly, so much that his knuckles would turn white.
Dammit... I should've picked somewhere else for a walk...
He thought to himself. However, now wasn't a time for stupidity. He looked around, and braced for any knives that would fly at him.
@Solaire_
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And there he sat, in a darkened room, like an eagle watching intently for it's next prey. Two red, ominous lights that were his eyes gazed at the entrance to his throne room. He didn't allow any servants into there, and he intended to keep it that way. Only very few actually had the privilege to enter the Highlord's domain. He appeared to be waiting for something. Then, the doors into the darkness opened, and light poured in, light spears of gold piercing the maw of the void. Kaine smiled under his helmet. The messenger had arrived. He nervously whispered into Kaine's helmet, as if trying to not pierce the delicate veil of silence. Kaine's smile grew, the more he heard.
So, the little prince caught a Lightling in Darkhold, eh?
He had a feeling about this 'tresspasser.'
No Lightling ever comes here anymore. The only Lightling in Darkhold is that Emi little twerp... The balance that had shifted in Darkhold's favor for so long is reverting back toward Lightwood... If my instincts are not mistaken...
He smiled at the thought. Maybe he would actually get something better to do than hunting down that yellow haired moron. He sent the messenger away as the maw to asbolute darkness closed again, engulfing the room into utter abyss. From the shadows, a massive sceptre formed in Kaine's hand, and Kain stood up. The shadows writhed and cowered before the Highlord's power, and he opened the doors of his room. Light poured in once more, and this time, for much longer. He his home and walked through the streets of Darkhold, in full armor. Anyone who would walk past him would kneel at his feet, and none dared to not do so.
I've got to see this Lightling for myself.
He thought to himself, and the more he did, the more the smile grew on his face...
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JustAlexandra
Mother of Tiny Lions
Cora of Darkhold
Cora was, to say the least, irritated. She had gotten in a fight with her father, Ordred, that morning. After training for three hours - all of which she had done impeccably well, not a single scratch on her, her father had insisted that she train more. While Cora had accepted her fate a few years ago, she still did not lavish the idea of training for 10 hours everyday. The argument had ended with her agreeing to two more hours of training. Which was not what either of them really had wanted, but it seemed to appease Ordred and that was all that really mattered. Even Cora did not want to mess with a Guardian, and she was meant to be one someday.
After finishing training and washing up, she left their home and traveled into the main areas of Darkhold. Some bowed to her as she passed, others shrinked away out of fear, and some pretended not to see her. When she eventually became guardian, all would be required to acknowledge her, but for now she could not enforce anything. Not that she really wanted to, she didn't like being the center of attention, but she had gotten used to it. It was easier if her father was around, he always got more attention then.
She kept an eye out for anyone looking suspicious, not that anyone ever dared to around her. She still had a duty to Darkhold to protect it, but it mostly involved petty crimes and small felons - nothing big, unless her father allowed her to come with him. She passed by the castle, looking to see if she could see Bowyn, the prince of Darkhold. She had a fascination with the royal families, but particularly the prince of Darkhold. She didn't know what it was the fascinated her. Perhaps she wondered if his life was similar to hers? She knew none of the townspeople's lives were, but perhaps he was.
( Anyone in Darkhold can interact )
Mentions: @Solaire_ @Lettuce
Cora was, to say the least, irritated. She had gotten in a fight with her father, Ordred, that morning. After training for three hours - all of which she had done impeccably well, not a single scratch on her, her father had insisted that she train more. While Cora had accepted her fate a few years ago, she still did not lavish the idea of training for 10 hours everyday. The argument had ended with her agreeing to two more hours of training. Which was not what either of them really had wanted, but it seemed to appease Ordred and that was all that really mattered. Even Cora did not want to mess with a Guardian, and she was meant to be one someday.
After finishing training and washing up, she left their home and traveled into the main areas of Darkhold. Some bowed to her as she passed, others shrinked away out of fear, and some pretended not to see her. When she eventually became guardian, all would be required to acknowledge her, but for now she could not enforce anything. Not that she really wanted to, she didn't like being the center of attention, but she had gotten used to it. It was easier if her father was around, he always got more attention then.
She kept an eye out for anyone looking suspicious, not that anyone ever dared to around her. She still had a duty to Darkhold to protect it, but it mostly involved petty crimes and small felons - nothing big, unless her father allowed her to come with him. She passed by the castle, looking to see if she could see Bowyn, the prince of Darkhold. She had a fascination with the royal families, but particularly the prince of Darkhold. She didn't know what it was the fascinated her. Perhaps she wondered if his life was similar to hers? She knew none of the townspeople's lives were, but perhaps he was.
( Anyone in Darkhold can interact )
Mentions: @Solaire_ @Lettuce
Lost
Sleep-deprived.
|Soryn of Lightwood|
Soryn let out a huff as he entered Darkhold, the cloak of his hood draped over his head. If what he heard was true, then Bowyn had captured two Lightwood fairies; two fairies he didn't intend on giving back without compensation. It was to be expected, of course. These were strenuous times, and even a carefree soul like Soryn recognized the need for an advantage, however foul it may be. Even so, Soryn found it odd that Bowyn would even bother. The Darkhold prince hardly woke up to do his princely duties, let alone kidnap fairies.
No, it likely wasn't Bowyn. If he had to guess, Moralee was up to her usual devices.
Whatever the reason, Soryn needed to meet with the prince, and fast. On the off chance that Bowyn, or Moralee for that matter, were willing to bargain, he'd need to quicken negotiations, as this visit wasn't exactly sanctioned by the queen. His mother would hardly approve of the heir apparent venturing into the enemy capitol, let alone him trading resources for two captives.
Soryn was startled out of his thoughts as he ran straight into someone . He staggered back, barely keeping his hood on his head, before carefully glancing up. With the way people were groveling, he guessed that this lady was well respected. And he, a shady looking figure heading to the castle, had not-so-smartly run into her. "Sorry ma'am," He muttered, dipping his head in a nod before starting off again towards the castle. The last thing he needed was to be stopped in such a crowd, and potentially found out.
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@JustAlexandra
Soryn let out a huff as he entered Darkhold, the cloak of his hood draped over his head. If what he heard was true, then Bowyn had captured two Lightwood fairies; two fairies he didn't intend on giving back without compensation. It was to be expected, of course. These were strenuous times, and even a carefree soul like Soryn recognized the need for an advantage, however foul it may be. Even so, Soryn found it odd that Bowyn would even bother. The Darkhold prince hardly woke up to do his princely duties, let alone kidnap fairies.
No, it likely wasn't Bowyn. If he had to guess, Moralee was up to her usual devices.
Whatever the reason, Soryn needed to meet with the prince, and fast. On the off chance that Bowyn, or Moralee for that matter, were willing to bargain, he'd need to quicken negotiations, as this visit wasn't exactly sanctioned by the queen. His mother would hardly approve of the heir apparent venturing into the enemy capitol, let alone him trading resources for two captives.
Soryn was startled out of his thoughts as he ran straight into someone . He staggered back, barely keeping his hood on his head, before carefully glancing up. With the way people were groveling, he guessed that this lady was well respected. And he, a shady looking figure heading to the castle, had not-so-smartly run into her. "Sorry ma'am," He muttered, dipping his head in a nod before starting off again towards the castle. The last thing he needed was to be stopped in such a crowd, and potentially found out.
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@JustAlexandra
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Solaire_
Sun Praiser
"If that is what you wish." Ordred chuckled, advancing toward the traitor. He towered above his opponent in his armour, peering at him through the eye-holes in his helmet. His sword in hand, he immediately moved to strike him with it as fast as he could, striking several more times only a moment afterward. "You made a mistake coming here today." He taunted as he did so.
His mind momentarily wandered to the argument he'd had with Cora before. She simply did not understand all that he did for her was all for her own good; when would she finally understand? Was it truly that difficult for her to understand the dangers of being a guardian, and how much preparation it took? It was better to be safe than sorry, after all. He could not comprehend why she was so upset over having to train more. It was not particularly taxing or anything of the sort, after all. He needed to be absolutely certain she would be perfectly safe when she one day took his place, with no doubts or risks whatsoever. He immediately snapped his mind back to the matter at hand; getting rid of this traitor once and for all. He would be able to speak with Cora later.
@MrEvilMexican @JustAlexandra
His mind momentarily wandered to the argument he'd had with Cora before. She simply did not understand all that he did for her was all for her own good; when would she finally understand? Was it truly that difficult for her to understand the dangers of being a guardian, and how much preparation it took? It was better to be safe than sorry, after all. He could not comprehend why she was so upset over having to train more. It was not particularly taxing or anything of the sort, after all. He needed to be absolutely certain she would be perfectly safe when she one day took his place, with no doubts or risks whatsoever. He immediately snapped his mind back to the matter at hand; getting rid of this traitor once and for all. He would be able to speak with Cora later.
@MrEvilMexican @JustAlexandra
Collinbu98
God of 19° Angles
Collin's day had at the very least been eventful, though none of it really seemed to effect Collin all to much. Really, these new rumors already popping up were more annoying than anything else. Typically, Collin would at least listen in to try and discover anything eventful, but this time he had seen the news with his own two eyes, and thus the wild theories were nothing but noise. And Collin hated pointless noise. And so, Collin found himself wandering off, away from the nonsense near Darkhold, which evidently meant wandering off into the light woods. Not that that mattered much; Collin had stumbled into Lightwood plenty of times, and at a more reckless age he had even started up trouble. Instead, Collin found his thoughts drifting off to the rumors he was trying so desperately to flee.
Collin had been boredly juggling a few flames along the outskirts of the forest when he had heard all the commotion of the royals bringing home their new prisoners. Having nothing better to do, Collin followed the crowd for a glimpse of the prisoners- two girls. Interestingly enough, one was of Lightwood. More interesting, her companion was some droll human. The two seemed to be comforting each other and, since there weren't too many humans in this realm, it was easy to presume this particular Lightwood Fae had been hidden in the human realm...
Pondering this thought, Collin began to form a small flame in his palm that began to dance between each finger. Then, in an almost routine movement, Collin willed the flame to a stop as it began to steadily grow before Collin flung it to the side with the flick of a finger. The flame began to emit a dangerous crackle as it connected with one of the leaves of a tall tree, but Collin didn't seem phased; it was doubtful to start a forest fire and, if it did, that wasn't really Collin's problem anyways. Collin stood there for a few moment's more before, finally, he began a slow resigned walk back towards Darkhold to see if there was anything new regarding the prisoners. A small smile began to tug at his lips as his back began to feel the growing heat radiating behind him.
@Ironrot (Only you can prevent wild fires.)
Collin had been boredly juggling a few flames along the outskirts of the forest when he had heard all the commotion of the royals bringing home their new prisoners. Having nothing better to do, Collin followed the crowd for a glimpse of the prisoners- two girls. Interestingly enough, one was of Lightwood. More interesting, her companion was some droll human. The two seemed to be comforting each other and, since there weren't too many humans in this realm, it was easy to presume this particular Lightwood Fae had been hidden in the human realm...
Pondering this thought, Collin began to form a small flame in his palm that began to dance between each finger. Then, in an almost routine movement, Collin willed the flame to a stop as it began to steadily grow before Collin flung it to the side with the flick of a finger. The flame began to emit a dangerous crackle as it connected with one of the leaves of a tall tree, but Collin didn't seem phased; it was doubtful to start a forest fire and, if it did, that wasn't really Collin's problem anyways. Collin stood there for a few moment's more before, finally, he began a slow resigned walk back towards Darkhold to see if there was anything new regarding the prisoners. A small smile began to tug at his lips as his back began to feel the growing heat radiating behind him.
@Ironrot (Only you can prevent wild fires.)
LostHaven
Loser's queue is real and it's coming for you.
Faust was not so confident in predicting Ordred's moves. But he was damn sure that whatever cheap material Ordred's swords were made of, Widow Howl would definitely outclass them in terms of quality. And he was right. He moved both sickles to parry Ordred's blows. At one point, Ordred would have probably stabbed him in the face.
Shit, he's fast.
He thought to himself, but that proved useless, as his thinking had distracted him and a breaking sound echoed throughout the woods, and the splinters from Ordred's broken sword narrowly missed the eye socket of his mask, and bounced to the ground. Faust decided it were time to gloat (and taunt Ordred) and opened his mouth to speak.
Really man? WHAT THE FUCK is your sword made of? WOOD?! It's really hard to imagine how the HELL you're meant to teach your daughter. Like seriously, what can a pretty little assassin like you even teach? PICKPOCKETING?!
He taunted, before thrusting Widow Howl's blade right at Ordred's face.
This is gonna hurt alot...
@Solaire_
Solaire_
Sun Praiser
Fortunately, for Ordred's own sanity, he was able to quickly avoid the attempt upon his precious face fully. He found his opponent's hardly effective taunt quite amusing. "Why, actually, yes, I do think I taught her a thing or two about such matters." He responded in a taunting voice that showed he was not taking any of what was happening with any degree of seriousness. Smirking, he quickly lunged at his opponent, pulling several knives out as he threw them, before quickly darting off to seemingly disappear right before his opponent. Not before having one last stab at Faust's back, of course.
He only paused to look back at the traitor after travelling a safely long distance away, having already pulled out even more knives in his hands. He continued his initial strategy of assault, throwing knives from various locations a fair distance away from one another at the best speed he could manage. Of course, his sword was broken, but he did not care to dwindle upon it at the moment. He had already anticipated it happening, after all.
@MrEvilMexican
He only paused to look back at the traitor after travelling a safely long distance away, having already pulled out even more knives in his hands. He continued his initial strategy of assault, throwing knives from various locations a fair distance away from one another at the best speed he could manage. Of course, his sword was broken, but he did not care to dwindle upon it at the moment. He had already anticipated it happening, after all.
@MrEvilMexican
LostHaven
Loser's queue is real and it's coming for you.
Faust, having taken yet ANOTHER knife to the FUCKING ARM AGAIN, took a dive downward, and rolled to the side, before the shadows completely engulfed him in a veil. While cloaked, he was confident that Ordred wouldn't be able to detect him right away, followed what little tracks he left and ended up climbing a decently tall tree. After looking around for some time, he realised Ordred was RIGHT UNDER THE FUCKING TREE. He opened his mouth to talk... And since he was cloaked, he figured a little silliness wouldn't hurt. Ordred didn't seem to be taking the fight seriously.
Hey, ever heard a saying? I think it's 'respect your elders?' I was alive before you were even BORN. I think you owe me a fucking apology.
He then lept down the tree, but under the shade, Ordred would hear a simple 'thump.'
Oh, and by the way... Don't you care at all about what the outcome of this war will be? The consequences if Darkhold should conquer Lightwood? Like maybe the balance toppling and then the whole world goes *poof*? and also, eat this.
Ordred would feel a slight hit on the back of his head, though Faust's, having not prepared for such ecounter and so wasn't wearing decent armor underneath his cloak, his world was quite different.
YEOW!!!!
A howl echoed through the entire forest, and even sent birds flying away.
SHIT, I was WONDERING why everything felt so light....
He muttered, before relocating atop another tree, and lied down on the branch.
@Solaire_
Hey, ever heard a saying? I think it's 'respect your elders?' I was alive before you were even BORN. I think you owe me a fucking apology.
He then lept down the tree, but under the shade, Ordred would hear a simple 'thump.'
Oh, and by the way... Don't you care at all about what the outcome of this war will be? The consequences if Darkhold should conquer Lightwood? Like maybe the balance toppling and then the whole world goes *poof*? and also, eat this.
Ordred would feel a slight hit on the back of his head, though Faust's, having not prepared for such ecounter and so wasn't wearing decent armor underneath his cloak, his world was quite different.
YEOW!!!!
A howl echoed through the entire forest, and even sent birds flying away.
SHIT, I was WONDERING why everything felt so light....
He muttered, before relocating atop another tree, and lied down on the branch.
@Solaire_
Solaire_
Sun Praiser
"I really do not." Ordred's tone of voice darkened immediately, though it was evident he was still trying to keep an edge of lightheartedness to it. "This is the land where she lays. I cannot leave her." He vaguely referred to his wife. "What would you have me do, even if I did care? Become a traitor like the treacherous little weasel you've become?" It was only a few moments later when he felt the slight pressure on his armoured head, and heard the deafening scream shortly after. "My, my, you really are quite the pathetic comedian." He chuckled maliciously, playfully stabbing at the location Faust had been at before relocating. "I owe you nothing. Except perhaps the pleasure of having your head served on a platter." He bantered.
He was still unable to locate the pest. How bothersome. It was almost amusingly adorable, he found, the way Faust hid and did such silly little attempts to hurt him.
@MrEvilMexican
He was still unable to locate the pest. How bothersome. It was almost amusingly adorable, he found, the way Faust hid and did such silly little attempts to hurt him.
@MrEvilMexican
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LostHaven
Loser's queue is real and it's coming for you.
Curses...
Faust thought to himself. That little son of a---
Hang on...
He muttered, only to realise that he actually loudly declared to Ordred, ordering him to wait for a bit.
I mean--- I'm... uuuhhh...
He had suddenly found himself in the most awkward situation... He surveyed his surroundings, to see if there was a good way to divert Ordred's attention. He found none... He then looked at Ordred. He COULD go for a strike to his neck, since Widow Howl should be able to pierce through whatever he was wearing... That's right... He'd end it quickly.
Rooooight. Before I come down and then go on with our climactic duel or whatever the hell you wanna call it... can I ask you something? So... like, I'm pretty sure your parents never did let you have much of a childhood, did they? I mean, that's pretty common among you guardians... At least that's what I hear. Don't you feel bad? Like stripping your daughter of her childhood? Like, Alistair lost his kid, but at least he actually tried to care about his kid... I swear, you are brutal... you remind me of those people who are over-obsessed with their own legacy and stuff... Sad life, eh?
He just spurted whatever the hell came to mind. He would wait for a response from Ordred. He waited for an opportunity to strike, even if it were a mere moment. For the time being, he hopped across a few trees until he reached the one closest to him. Ordred would only hear a slight rustle, and even if he were to be able to determine which tree he were at, Faust would be almost completely undetectable due to being cloaked under an area that was already shaded.
@Solaire_ (I'm gonna hurt his precious face. Oh and I'll show you what real playing dirty is)
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Ironrot
Let's see where this leads...
You could be forgiven for mistaking tall, still figure for the roots of the great tree upon which it rested. Unmoving, the guardian of lightwood was concentrating. Something was off, out of kilter. The sensation was like standing on a hillside; You would not fall but it was clear where gravity longed to drag you away to. But it was not until a slow breath drew with it the smell of smoke that Alistair was finally roused. He groaned, or maybe growled as he pulled himself from the foot of the tree. As he took long, lumbering steps toward the dim orange glow, flowers in the grass twisted on their stems to follow his movements. Animals were more wary, keeping there distance as the watched. Approaching the flames, now having consumed several trees, Alistair let out a low growl. Someone had lit this.
Alistair raised an arm, open palm facing toward the trees. He flexed his fingers as if feeling for something in the air. Slowly he closed his hand and drew backwards. At first the dying trees only creaked but eventually they gave in and collapsed, smothering the remainder of the flames. Alistair, still silent paced around the smoking coals of the trunks. He inspected his work. Once more he raised his hands, pulling upwards. Matching his motions, the earth beneath the trees rolled and parted, absorbing the logs. Alistair sat to watch the slow progress of his magic. It was a satisfying feeling; the forest repaired but this left more to do.
The guardian reached out toward a tree, beckoning a small creature watching from its branches. Cautiously, the squirrel crawled down the branch and onto Alistair's forearm. He brought it to his ear and spoke.
"Who?"
The critter nattered to him. Alistair picked the little thing up by the scruff of its neck and placed it back off the branch, then tore away as such speed that it had to cling on for dear life. Sprinting, at some points on all-fours, it did not take Alistair long to find the faerie responsible for the fire. Stopping a couple paces short and in not way stealthily, Alistair addressing the stunned culprit.
"Darkling..." His voice carried a drawn out, mocking tone.
@Collinbu98
Alistair raised an arm, open palm facing toward the trees. He flexed his fingers as if feeling for something in the air. Slowly he closed his hand and drew backwards. At first the dying trees only creaked but eventually they gave in and collapsed, smothering the remainder of the flames. Alistair, still silent paced around the smoking coals of the trunks. He inspected his work. Once more he raised his hands, pulling upwards. Matching his motions, the earth beneath the trees rolled and parted, absorbing the logs. Alistair sat to watch the slow progress of his magic. It was a satisfying feeling; the forest repaired but this left more to do.
The guardian reached out toward a tree, beckoning a small creature watching from its branches. Cautiously, the squirrel crawled down the branch and onto Alistair's forearm. He brought it to his ear and spoke.
"Who?"
The critter nattered to him. Alistair picked the little thing up by the scruff of its neck and placed it back off the branch, then tore away as such speed that it had to cling on for dear life. Sprinting, at some points on all-fours, it did not take Alistair long to find the faerie responsible for the fire. Stopping a couple paces short and in not way stealthily, Alistair addressing the stunned culprit.
"Darkling..." His voice carried a drawn out, mocking tone.
@Collinbu98
Solaire_
Sun Praiser
@MrEvilMexican
Ordred immediately silenced himself, almost signalling to Faust that he had taken a step too far with his last statement. He heard the slight rustle in the trees, turning to the source of the noise; the tree nearest to him. He could immediately tell the traitor was up to something. After all, he often resorted to such underhanded tactics himself. And if he had truly intended to come down for a fair fight, he'd have no need to move trees. The little weasel seemed to be desperate. But why not play along?
"You wouldn't understand. I am simply ensuring her safety and looking out for her." He responded, losing all playfulness in his voice, and letting gradual hints of uncertainty and hurt show. He looked up at the tree closest to him. He was unable to see the traitor himself, of course, but he was certain he was up there due to the noises he'd heard. "Too cowardly to come fight me right away, hmm? Think those injuries are too much for you?" He taunted with a tone of desperation, readying his knives as he did.
Ordred immediately silenced himself, almost signalling to Faust that he had taken a step too far with his last statement. He heard the slight rustle in the trees, turning to the source of the noise; the tree nearest to him. He could immediately tell the traitor was up to something. After all, he often resorted to such underhanded tactics himself. And if he had truly intended to come down for a fair fight, he'd have no need to move trees. The little weasel seemed to be desperate. But why not play along?
"You wouldn't understand. I am simply ensuring her safety and looking out for her." He responded, losing all playfulness in his voice, and letting gradual hints of uncertainty and hurt show. He looked up at the tree closest to him. He was unable to see the traitor himself, of course, but he was certain he was up there due to the noises he'd heard. "Too cowardly to come fight me right away, hmm? Think those injuries are too much for you?" He taunted with a tone of desperation, readying his knives as he did.
LostHaven
Loser's queue is real and it's coming for you.
Faust could hear a little desperation in Ordred's voice. He was virtually invisible, to be fair. He grabbed for something in his cloak pocket...
I'm going to hurt that precious face of yours. Really bad.
He said to Ordred, as he lept off the tree again. Ordred would hear a sound as if Faust had landed right in front of him, and before Ordred even had time to react, Faust had uncloaked and Ordred took a blueberry pie to the helmet. The insides of the pie were leaking into the helmet and would hurt his eyes, (if it got into them).
Perhaps Ashimar's (would be) leftover breakfast wasn't so bad after all...
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wtf am i thinking?...
Anyhow, Faust knew that spare time like this in a fight, especially one that may end with his head rolling to the floor was invaluable. He pulled the second Widow Howl from his belt and then used his right hand to attempt a blow to his face, using the blade of Widow Howl while he used his left hand and the blunt top of the handle of Widow Howl for a blow in Ordred's crotch area.
@Solaire_
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Collinbu98
God of 19° Angles
As he heard the loud and sudden approach of the guardian- and he knew it was a guardian just from one look- Collin immediately jumped around to face the Fae, silently cursing himself for his too sudden response; these guardians could practically smell fear, and Collin wasn't going to give him that. Not that Collin was afraid or anything, just startled a little. Right... Anyways, Collin had his composure back in a millisecond and gave the guardian a nonchalant scowl.
"Ugh, surely you have better things to do than track a measly little fire?" he muttered to the menacing thing that had caught up to him so quickly... For good measure, Collin added, "A lost Lightling to find, or a battle to wander off into?" Collin had made a point to cover up his real question as best as he could, because right now he probably needed something to hold over the guardian, and Collin wasn't sure how far the news had spread yet.
@Ironrot
"Ugh, surely you have better things to do than track a measly little fire?" he muttered to the menacing thing that had caught up to him so quickly... For good measure, Collin added, "A lost Lightling to find, or a battle to wander off into?" Collin had made a point to cover up his real question as best as he could, because right now he probably needed something to hold over the guardian, and Collin wasn't sure how far the news had spread yet.
@Ironrot
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JustAlexandra
Mother of Tiny Lions
Cora of Darkhold
Cora didn't move much as someone ran into her. She was a bit like a brick wall, in that sense. Not that she was large, she had quite a slim, athletic figure actually, but she just had good balance and was pretty dense. The other person, though, pretty much seemed to bounce off of her. He apologized, but she said nothing, looking him up and down. He seemed to be in a rush to get wherever he was going. Which, apparently, was the castle.
"You, there," she said, turning just slightly to face him as he was walking away. "What business do you have at the castle?" she asked. Everyone seemed to get quiet around her, which was quite an overreaction if she did say so herself. She wasn't particularly mean. She was a guardian, but she didn't just beat the shit out of people for fun. But this boy seemed to be up to something. Maybe it was the cloak, with the hood covering his face. She wasn't really sure, but something felt as if he didn't belong.
@Lost
Cora didn't move much as someone ran into her. She was a bit like a brick wall, in that sense. Not that she was large, she had quite a slim, athletic figure actually, but she just had good balance and was pretty dense. The other person, though, pretty much seemed to bounce off of her. He apologized, but she said nothing, looking him up and down. He seemed to be in a rush to get wherever he was going. Which, apparently, was the castle.
"You, there," she said, turning just slightly to face him as he was walking away. "What business do you have at the castle?" she asked. Everyone seemed to get quiet around her, which was quite an overreaction if she did say so herself. She wasn't particularly mean. She was a guardian, but she didn't just beat the shit out of people for fun. But this boy seemed to be up to something. Maybe it was the cloak, with the hood covering his face. She wasn't really sure, but something felt as if he didn't belong.
@Lost
Lost
Sleep-deprived.
|Soryn of Lightwood|
Soryn stiffened. He was stuck. He couldn't very well reveal his motives without revealing his identity in turn, and he knew how well that would go. Nor could he look at his inquisitor, for similar reasons. He resigned himself to suspiciously avoiding her gaze, though he that wasn't much better than the former options.
He did, however, have some shadow of a plan. If he was lucky, this woman wasn't adept at catching falsehoods, and he might yet reach the castle undiscovered.
Soryn ran through his story one more time before speaking up in his best country hick accent. "Well ma'am, me Gran works in the kitchens, and she fares ill. She sent me out here to gather some herbs, you see, so she can get her back in order." Soryn forced back a grimace as he finished. He sounded like an idiot, but he dearly hoped that worked to his advantage.
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@JustAlexandra
Soryn stiffened. He was stuck. He couldn't very well reveal his motives without revealing his identity in turn, and he knew how well that would go. Nor could he look at his inquisitor, for similar reasons. He resigned himself to suspiciously avoiding her gaze, though he that wasn't much better than the former options.
He did, however, have some shadow of a plan. If he was lucky, this woman wasn't adept at catching falsehoods, and he might yet reach the castle undiscovered.
Soryn ran through his story one more time before speaking up in his best country hick accent. "Well ma'am, me Gran works in the kitchens, and she fares ill. She sent me out here to gather some herbs, you see, so she can get her back in order." Soryn forced back a grimace as he finished. He sounded like an idiot, but he dearly hoped that worked to his advantage.
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@JustAlexandra
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Nidelia
A Lost Kitty
{Nidelia of Lightwood}
Nidelia was walking through the woods playing her Clarinet, dancing and flitting around as she did so. She stopped upon smelling smoke from somewhere in the forest and then hearing the clashing of swords in the other direction. She came to a stop and stopped playing as she looked both ways, pondering where she should go. Deciding the sword clashing was more important she headed in that direction, making her way through the woods as fast as she could without hurting herself and sky walking part of the way. The sight she stumbled upon of course upset her, watching as a Darkhold Faerie attacked Ordred head on , attempting to slam him in the face with a blueberry pie, then trying to follow it up with a blow down below and one up high. "STOP!" she yelled at both of them desperately as she looked between them.
@Solaire_ @MrEvilMexican
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Firebright
I'm mad. Aren't You?
Lana stalked over to the corner of the cell away from Muriel. she was just waiting for her elder sister to lecture her. She also didn't want to hear it. She hummed softly to herself in a comforting tone. The blonde guy had left still without saying a word to them. She still had no clue where they were or why her looks had changed. Lana stood and clasped her hands around the cold bars of the cell. She shook them as hard as she could be there was no way they were breaking free.
@Smoaki
@Smoaki
Khadame
thugdere
Saralyn
In a dim room, a woman knelt and prayed.
The lone candle flickered and small, broken rays of light that swayed in the wind made the flame dance as it illuminated its surroundings. Flowers – Forget-Me-Nots were in full bloom, and every time the fire made its move, they went along, turning the gloomy atmosphere from melancholy to a bitter happiness in a brilliant blue. And still, the woman didn’t turn her head to gaze at the beauty of nature presented to her and continued to pray to someone that was, perhaps, more beautiful than any flower she would ever come across.
For Saralyn prayed to her mother.
The portrait that once showed bright and masterful colours had started chipping away, one colour after another. There was a distinct sadness in the portrayed woman’s features that wasn’t there before; It broke the queen’s heart to see something once so majestic deteriorate in such a way. She would have to restore the painting soon, but on the other hand dreaded that Misfortuna would haunt her again, and destroy, burn, or steal the painting from her - the lifeline of her courage and health.
Saralyn murmured to herself and to the image (words she had spoken many times). She told Vesti of her dinner – it was her favourite food – of her son, and how he already grew to be a wonderful young man, and asked for advice – Moralee had captured lightlings, she heard. Eventually, she looked up from the ground, gave a last look at the mirror image of the woman in front of her and quietly finished her prayers: “I hope heaven treats you well.”
With that, she stood, bowed, and left the room without another sound, and the flame flickered out as she closed the door behind her.
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Solaire_
Sun Praiser
Ordred was unable to react in time to the pie being thrown into his face. Damn it. If there was one thing he was no expecting, it was most definitely such an outrageous, nonsensical attack. As much as he loathed to admit it, however, it was effective. Fortunately, Faust's little forewarning beforehand had given him just enough of a hint to barely block the oncoming attack toward his face and head with his armoured hand, attempting to hold onto the sickle blade; however, he was unable to say the same for his more private area. "D-Damn you." He cursed in a strained voice, sounding as murderous as he possibly could under such circumstances and pain.
An unfamiliar voice cried out for the two of them to stop. For a split second, he had hoped that Cora had somehow arrived to cease this disgraceful display; yet he knew already that it was impossible. It was a stranger calling, then, he assumed, though he was quite unable to see at the moment. He stabbed one last time with an almost renewed strength from his utter rage at the location he felt the attack come from, not answering the calling voice.
@MrEvilMexican @Nidelia
An unfamiliar voice cried out for the two of them to stop. For a split second, he had hoped that Cora had somehow arrived to cease this disgraceful display; yet he knew already that it was impossible. It was a stranger calling, then, he assumed, though he was quite unable to see at the moment. He stabbed one last time with an almost renewed strength from his utter rage at the location he felt the attack come from, not answering the calling voice.
@MrEvilMexican @Nidelia
LostHaven
Loser's queue is real and it's coming for you.
Faust couldn't help but laugh at the suppsedly 'great guardian of Darkhold' whose face was smothered with pie. He pulled back Widow Howl from Ordred's precious face. He leaned against the tree, and if one were to remove his mask, they'd see tears of laughter on Faust's face.
What did you expect?
He blurted out. It was already nigh-impossible to say that without his sentence being riddled with laughter.
Didn't anyone tell you? Well I'd use anything to my advantage, especially in a situation may end with somebody taking my life.
He calmed down, only to see Ordred lunge at him with a sword. He used the sickle in his left hand to parry the blow, and an unusually loud ringing sound rang throughout the forest. Faust's scythe blade had completely detached with the handle, and Ordred's blade had broken to the guard as well. The scythe blade flew in a motion like as if it were a boomerang, and it returned like one... only that it had now redirected toward... @Nidelia...
Shit I messed up big-time...
He cursed himself, and screamed at Nidelia, while attempting a kick to push Ordred into the trajectory of the blade.
Oi, girl! Listen to me, if you don't wanna die, I suggest you duck down!!!
@Solaire_
(don't worry, I've got something REAALY stupid in mind)
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