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Fantasy Perceptions Shift Knightly

Chompaholic

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A fantasy RP by The Mechanist The Mechanist and Chompaholic Chompaholic
Vee's heart pounded in her chest. It was HER fault. It was all her fault. She grew up with the horrific tales of the humans, but she couldn't resist.

Centuries ago, humans and magical creatures lived side by side. They were not friends, but they had alliances based on their trades and craftsmanship. The dwarves were sturdy enough to handle the hardwork of digging through the mountains to acquire the minerals and gems needed for forging and jewelry making. The elves were kindred spirits to the earth and produced the best harvests and flowers. Humans were innovative and creative. Each brought their skill to the table to heighten the experience of all.

Then one day, the humans developed magical technology and techniques that they didn't require the talents of the other magical races. Soon, they viewed them as inferiors. Treehugging elves. Dumb dwarves. Humans began crusades to exterminate the other races and their cultures. The dwarves hid deep underground. The elves took to the forest, building small tribes amongst the treetops.

Over the years, humans developed legends around elves and dwarves. "They can curse you with a look." "They'll beat you and take your gold."

The elves and dwarves developed their own cautionary tales as well. "Beware little elf of the Inquistors. They'll lure you with shine and promises, but steal you away to never be seen from again."

Was it morbid curiosity or just a lack of sense? Vee felt compelled to take every chance to sit at the outskirts of the forest watching the human settlement. Over her 108 years of life, she watched kids fall in love, get married, and have their own kids. She watched their celebrations and traditions. Longing to walk among them and witness it firsthand.

So when her family and a few other villagers went foraging, she tagged along.
'Five minutes of people watching won't hurt' she thought as she snuck away. A few minutes came and went over and over again. Vee didn't come to her senses until she her the sounds of a struggle.
She ran as fast as she could, but it was too late. Everyone was captured by the Inquistors of the Fiery God of Creation, Hestian. She hid in the branches, watching as they roughly handled her loved ones, taunting them with their inevitable fate of the purification flames in the capital.

Racing back to her village, Vee's face was tear stained as she told the elders of what happened. They chastised her for not watching out for the rest of her party, but thanked the earth goddess, Gaia, that at least she was safe. She begged to send guards to reclaim them, but the elders rejected the idea stating they had lost enough people. Against the will of the tribe, Vee was determined to save the people that she put in danger.

She put on a cloak and leather armor in hopes to disguise herself, packed some supplies, and took off after them.
 
A sigh escaped the man as he continued along his patrol, dirt being kicked up behind him with every step. The echoes and calls of birds surrounding him, hidden amongst the trees, and the soft gentle breeze that the outside tended to have when beyond the gates of the city.

Ren continued his March, spear in hand and shield slung onto his back; just him and Mother Nature. No fellow guards, no knights, no other soldiers of his cities military, just him and the trees and whatever else lived out there that wasn’t human.

This was his typical day to day, uniform up, report to the barracks for his assignment, and as usual take the normal “head outside, you’re the one who volunteered for it.” Which was true, about 10 years ago when he first joined the guard. And ever since then they’ve given him the same assignment, for 10 years.

Not to say it hasn’t been eventful, he’s dealt with bandits, wolf animals and the like, but he’s yet to see any of the dreaded elven or dwarven folk he had so much about. At this point he was starting to doubt their authenticity. Wondering if it was nothing more than Grimm tales to keep children in place and make them behave. Nonetheless the man didn’t hate his posting, he was simply tired of seeing the same thing every day.

And so thusly Ren continued his path, heading deeper into the forest to patrol the borders of the kings city, not that the king was ever really there anyways.
 
Vee had been running on adrenaline when her mind finally caught up to her. She came to a jarring stop in the middle of the pathway. How would she get to the capital? It's not like the elves had kept current copies of human maps. Was her disguise good enough? Even if she did manage to get there, how would she free them? It's not like she had lockpicking or escape artist skills. She was the village herbalist for heaven's sake.

As she pondered this, she saw a lone knight trudging along the same path in her direction. Should she run? No, this would be a good trial for her disguise. If it worked, maybe he would give her directions. Maybe he had an extra map! That would be even better. She could take it and go to the capital. The next steps she'd figure out on the way... wouldn't she?

What if her disguise wasn't good enough? She quickly rummaged through her sack of belongings and whipped together a sleeping powder. She learned to make it to help with insomnia, but it would be good to use a defense.

She put a small amount into a handkerchief, pretending to blow her nose as he got close.

"E-e-excuse me sir!" she stuttered with nervousness, "uhh I'm t-t-t-raveling to the... umm capital... But.... it's my first trip by myself.... uhh which-ch way-y sh-sh-should I go?"

Her heart was beating out of her chest as she waited for his reaction and response.
 

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