Take Back the Crown

When he was sure that the nymph had noticed the flowers, Hunter walked away, his footsteps completely silent upon the forest floor.


'You are but a watcher.' He reminded himself and soon stomped on the sea bindweed (Uncertainty) and meadowsweet (Uselessness) flowers that sprouted at his feet. 'And I need better control. Traitorous powers.'


He hated that his own magic betrayed what hid behind his neutral expression.


In green are the meanings of flowers.


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Oceana's face suddenly crumpled in shame and she looked away from Ayda.


' She only wished to see your weakness', a voice inside her said 'She merely fakes helplessness and waits until your back is turned so she can slaughter them all!'


'That is simply the way humans are'


Oceana dug her fingers into her own wrist, bringing her back to reality.


Back to her crushing guilt...


But the distrust was winning, holding her scarred heart in its icy talons.


She turned fully away from Ayda, unable to look at her, but for which reason she did not know.


" I am fine Miss Ayda. Dinnae worry. I only wish to be alone." she said monotonously,


"Please go."


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"Alright... But I know you're upset... So... So if you want someone to talk to, I'm h-here." Ayda offered Oceana, frowning as she turned away from her to the tent opening.


"I'm... I'm not sure if this'll help or not but... It's ok to be sad sometimes."


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When Valeiah plopped down next to Svetlana, she covered her face and even started to shake a little. Her memories of her tribe being ripped apart were a little more recent, so it stung badly. She actually was growing more of a liking for the older woman.
 
Ferrix couldn't handle the atmosphere around the camp, it was all too sad. Some was crying. It was understandable he suppose, when you had experienced a trauma and then something just hit too hard at home appeared before you when your wound was still fresh. He probably had never experience even half of what most of these people he was travelling with had experience. Though, he did feel pity for them even though it might be unwanted.


The fire mage decided it was time for him to rest and then walked to one of the empty tent he had helped to built. He lay on the fur roll and shut his eyes to sleep.
 
Garrett had long since learned to hide all of his more powerful emotions thanks to his training in the military. 'You show anything but indifference, you get hurt', that's how it had worked in the garrison, and now he had reverted back to that thinking. So, after the story, all he did was stare into the distance, before quietly standing up and walking off to duck into his tent, settling down to sleep.
 
"..." Not wanting to bother Oceana any longer, Ayda quickly left the tent and back out into the campsite, sighing sadly. Ayda hated seeing people upset, especially when she didn't even know what to do to help.


"Maybe... I'll just help clean up." Ayda mumbled to herself, adjusting the skirt of her dress before heading over to the fire.


"First... The bowls..." Ayda looked around and started walking place to place, picking up one dirty dish after another.


"I hope this is all of them." Ayda realised something suddenly, and cursed herself for her stupidity.


"Where should I wash these?... Oh..."
 
Thora gently picked the flowers and tucked them into the thick folds of her braided hair. They would serve as a gentle reminder than there is still compassion and caring left in the world, and that she may have lost her family but her people were still around. She took another couple minutes to search for the dryad that had to be in the forest with her but her labors reaped no success.


But the flowers (and search) had helped her achieve her desired calmness. So she made her way back to the camp. She noticed that many of the others were just as emotional after the story as she was, but she knew not how to console them. She took a place on the grass, maybe an inch or so closer to the fire than last time, and rested. Perhaps this journey could help her heal. Hopefully it would heal the others as well.
 
Gore-





Gore awoke from her unconscious state, covered in the remains of her fallen imp allies. Their bodies lay scattered in gruesome bits over the deserted battlefield. Touching one of her ears in pain, the imp captain felt blood oozing out of what was left of her wounded earlobe. Lifting her weary body up from the dead imp pile, she suddenly heard a voice speaking to her from inside her head.


Gore! the feeble voice whimpered.


Scanning the corpses for the speaker, the imp captain suddenly clasped at her thumping heart as if struck by an arrow. Her sister lay in a pool of her own blood. Both of her beautiful bat wings had been hewed off by an unknown weapon. Cupping her sister's head in her quivering hands, Gore blurted curses through her jagged teeth. Tears rolled off the imp's cheeks and fell on her sister's numb face.


Organ! My dear Organ! Gore moaned in horror, You'll be alright. I'll get ya back to Lord Kavacht. You'll get better!


Organ shook her head as she squinted from the pain and said, NO! The master will kill you for failing. You have to find and kill Princess Lucasta @Queen of Fantasy and her cohorts. Only then will the master forgive us. Please don't worry about me sis!





I ain't gonna leave ya here Organ! the imp captain wailed as her nose dripped blood onto her sister's black pupils. Those barbearrans will pay!





Trying to smile one last time at her sister, Organ said with a pitiful chuckle, You are so stupid sis. It's barbarians... I do not want you to leave me but it's time for me to pass away. Please! End my suffering!


Knowing what her sister meant by this, Gore cried out loud, causing each tree around her to violently shake in fear. Kissing her sister tenderly on her forehead as her last goodbye, the imp reluctantly raised up her spear above Organ's dying torso. As she pierced her sister's heart, she shut her eyes and wept like mad. Organ hissed in agony as her soul slowly exited her mutilated flesh.


Lamenting her poor luck, she whispered in her head, Good bye... Organ!


Stars started to twinkle in the sky as the sun lowered in the distant horizon. The miserable day had ended; if she did not hurry the enemy's trail would go cold being unreadable. Lifting herself up, she left the battlefield and her dead sister, all the while cursing at the group who had killed her family.





Rrr... I must kill them! The Princess ain't gonna take the crown! It belongs to the demon lord. Every piece of it! Kavacht will began End of Days. Lucasta will die along will everyone else she loves! I'm coming for you MONSTERS!!!


Leaping into the air, Gore began her last hunt for the group that had murdered the imps.
 
Oceana sighed heavily, as she heard Ayda bumbling around camp even through the tent. But she made no move to help her.


I will just try to apologize tomorrow...


Instead she flew open her tent flap and leapt into the trees. Leaping and swinging from branch to branch until she was just a small ways away from camp. Then she picked a sturdy looking branch, grasped it, and pulled her chin up to it and dropped back down. Repeat


Some activity will clear my mind
 
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Lucas sighed and shrugged.


"No, nothing's wrong. I just...didn't like you getting hurt, so stop it. It's mean,"


He shoved the stick into the dirt again with a bit more force than was necessary, breaking the twig in half.


"It's...will there more of those things? I didn't like them."


Sorry for the shortness and meh quality, I have like 5 seconds. Maybe don't converse with my character directly for the next few days unless you want to wait ages for a reply, sorry
 
"Maybe... A lake?" Ayda mumbled, trying not to drop the mountain of dishes she was holding in her arms.


"Is there even a lake round here?... I think I saw a large pond somewhere round here though... I'll... Go there." Ayda decided, peeking over the top of the pile of dirty bowls to see which direction she had to head in. Eventually she managed to find her bearings and quickly walked away from the camp, unknowingly heading towards Gore.


@RP Marshall
 
"Yes... thank you for the story Svetlana." Bo had finally wiped his eyes dry, and was able to speak. He stood up, giving her a grateful nod and grin. "I think I'll go get some rest now, like the others."


And with that, he made his way to his tent, stopping to pet his horse on the way. "Goodnight, Santo. Hopefully we'll get through this, or at least..." He didn't finish his sentence, but instead took his words to his thoughts. It was a very worthy journey, and now his determination to help everyone grew even more. Even if he didn't live to the end of this, he would give it his all.


And such were his thoughts that he continued to drowsily dwell upon as he drifted off to sleep inside his tent.
 

Lucasta wiped tears from her cheeks as Svetlana finished her story. She gently hugged Lucas and smiled, trying to keep her cool in front of him. "There might be... But if they come again, we'll protect you. I promise." She said, rustling his hair. "It's getting late, and we need rest. Let's go get some rest, alright?" She stood and walked to her tent, unrolling her wool sleeping bag. She dressed into a night gown, then crawled into the bag. She closed her eyes and fell asleep.



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@A Simple Egg
 

Svetlana sighed and stood from the ground, wiping the dirt off her clothes. She hoped no one thought she told that story for attention. She despised attention seeking, and really was just trying to be educational, not seeking pity or the sympathy of others. "I hope you all have a good night, and I apologize once again for the story... I did not know I would get such a reaction." She said stepping over the log, "I hope you all have a good night. Yaroslav will take the first watch, I'll tell him." With that, she walked into her tent and waited for Yaro to return, she owed him an apology too. In the mean time, she would play with her long knife, infusing it with more magic before bed.


Yaroslav had been sitting on a fallen tree, not too far from the camp. He had his arms crossed, and a scowl on his face, the shin guard on his boot clinked as he tapped the ground with his foot in agitation. The forest was silent aside from the distant voices behind him coming from the camp, the crickets chirping, and the other odd creature. He heard a twig snap to his right, and he turned his head to see Ayda struggling with a stack of bowls. Washing them was usually his job, so he grimaced, but approached her.


"There is no water in this direction." He said, having scouted the area earlier that day, "We'll have to wash these in the river where we had washed ourselves." He said gruffly. He almost took all of the bowls from her arms, but also didn't want to make her feel useless. Instead, he took half, to lighten the load. "Follow me." He said as he stepped in the opposite direction, leading her to the river.

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"A-Ah it's ok! I can really do it by myself! You..." Ayda stammered, only to realise that Yaroslav had already started walking in the opposite direction she was going. Not wanting to be left behind, she quickly walked after him, though it was hard to walk quickly while holding a bunch of bowls.


"It's really fine... I... I do all the chores back home so it's really no big deal... And plus... Right now I'm only a burden to the group so I want to make myself useful... Somehow." Ayda said quietly, feeling guilty that Yaroslav had taken half of the dirty dishes, and had to waste his time showing her to the river.


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"In my experience, extra hands are assets, not burdens." He said as they approached a calmer area of the river. "Besides, this is usually my job. I would feel guilty if I allowed someone else to do it on their own." He set the stack of bowls on a flat rock, and dipped the first in the cold water, beginning to wash it after he had removed his gloves.

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"Maybe... A lake?" Ayda mumbled, trying not to drop the mountain of dishes she was holding in her arms.
"Is there even a lake round here?... I think I saw a large pond somewhere round here though... I'll... Go there." Ayda decided, peeking over the top of the pile of dirty bowls to see which direction she had to head in. Eventually she managed to find her bearings and quickly walked away from the camp, unknowingly heading towards Gore.


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Flapping her bat like wings through the dense forest, Gore zoomed like an arrow preparing to strike a target. Hate permeated from deep within her raging body. Her gnashing teeth glowed in the moon light. Her sister would have told her to be cautious...


Patience, Gore! The enemy will realize your presence before you can strike them down.


...The imp perched on a branch to catch her breath. She swung her spear in frustration at a nearby leaf, knowing how stupid she was acting. Running head first into battle would just get her killed. She needed a strategy. She needed her sister!


My dear sister! Gore cried out in her mind. I doomed you! If I listened to you before the battle you wouldn't had died! We would have won. I ain't a good leader. I ain't got your brains. Help me!


From behind a bush, Gore heard voices talking to one another ahead. Gore ducked behind the bush and covered her glowing teeth, with her hand, to keep her adversaries from seeing her.

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Gore's nostrils flared at the sight of the male and female human beings.


The murderers! The imp captain thought to herself, recognizing them from the battle. I have them now!


Gore aimed her spear at the head of one of her dreaded enemies but hesitated mid-throw. She was being stupid again. Even if she managed to kill one of them, the others would avenge the death of their fallen companion. She sheaved her weapon and listened to their conversation.
 
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"..." Ayda sighed, realising that Yaroslav would probably not let her do it all by herself. Lifting up her dress a little bit, Ayda sat down on a relatively dry part of the ground, following Yaroslav's steps as she started to wash the dishes too.


"I can't even fight... And by the way, I'm sure I can do this by myself... After all, I am a maid for a living... And I have five, childish siblings who refuse to do chores."


(I'm gonna sleep soon guys so don't expect a reply for a few hours)


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Yaroslav couldn't help but crack a slight smile as she talked about her siblings. He knew what that was like... "I used to have siblings too. I was the youngest child in my family, so I usually lost in the sibling quarrels." He stated, moving on to the next bowl, "I remember getting stuck with the chores all the time too." He was silent for a moment, trying to think about how to convince the woman she was worth more than she gave herself credit for. He tried to think of what his grandmother would say, even though he was mad at her. "Ayda, being a part of a group means you share all burdens. Even if they are rather small ones, like washing dishes." He said looking up at her, "While fighting is useful, it is not your skill in combat that makes you a great person. The greatness of a man- or a woman- is determined by the truth of their hearts, by their intentions. You have a good heart, that makes you an asset. At least in my eyes. Because good hearts are hard to come by these days--" he stopped talking, feeling out of his element. He usually didn't speak at all, and now he was rambling to someone he hardly knew... Perhaps it was because he knew what it felt like to feel no worth, he remembered loathing himself for not being strong enough to protect his family. But he had forgiven himself, and found confidence. Perhaps he hoped to help this woman find that too.

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"Y-you're really too flattering." Ayda stammered, unsure on how to respond to the small compliment Yaroslav have her. Normally people barely noticed her, and that was the way she liked it.


'I... Guess talking to a 'friend' is nice after all.' Ayda thought to herself, still washing the dishes quickly but efficiently.


"And, unlike you, I didn't get stuck with the chores... I guess you could say... I choose to do them? My older sister always told me, it's a older sisters duty too help her sublings."


(Gonna sleep now, sorry :,) )


@Lo Alyssa
 

(Pardon me for the slight god-playing. Since you were going to sleep, I thought I would wrap it up and have them head off to bed. :') Let me know if there's anything you want changed in the out-of-character chat.)


Yaroslav smiled slightly again, he did the rest of the work in silence, feeling silly for having talked that way. Ayda had finished before he, and she started taking from his pile. Yaroslav assumed it was because she was still bent on proving her usefulness. When the last bowl was cleaned, they picked up their stacks and headed back to the camp, returning them to the basket Svetlana kept them in.


Yaroslav, having talked enough for the night, merely nodded at Ayda with a small and hardly noticeable smile as she ducked into her tent. He let out a sigh, realizing he would need to speak with Svetlana now. He slowly walked towards their moss green colored tent, and brushed aside the opening. Svetlana looked at him, but didn't say anything at first. He sat down with a thud and looked away... "I'm sorry I told that story without your consent." She started apologetically, "I should have taken your feelings into account." He grunted, "You were right to have told them..." He said, not wanting to admit it, "I think knowing the deeper meaning behind our quest has strengthened some of our groups resolve to assist us." He looked up at his grandmother, "It's not your fault that we played a part in that tale..."


Svetlana smiled and patted his leg, "You're a good grandson, Yaro. I'm proud of you." He smiled slightly, "Now go away. You're taking the first watch tonight." She said laying down and wrapping herself up in her cot, almost instantly falling asleep (or pretending, more like it). He rolled his eyes and let out another exasperated sigh, blowing out the candle in their tent before leaving.


He was about to start his patrol, but glanced over at the fire pit noticing everyone had gone to sleep except for Thora. He frowned, and walked over, taking a seat on one of the logs. Having taken notice of Thora's distaste for fire and seeing as how they were no longer in need of its heat, Yaro waved his hand over the fire, using his magic to lower the flames. It died down, and he glanced over at the nymph, "You should get some sleep." He said, gesturing at the empty tent they set up for her.

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Thora turned her head and looked at the tall man. She gave him a soft smile and nodded her head. She slowly stood and backed away from the fire, happy to finally take leave of the heat. She knew that it was safer to sleep in a tent, but she felt more comfortable in the trees. With the grace of a woodland creature, the nymph made her way up a tree and sprawled out on one of the thicker branches. The wood might feel uncomfortable for most people, but she found that the bark soothed her to sleep. She shut her eyes, a smile sprawled on her face, and she thought about the friends she had made that day: the maybe-dryad that may or may not be there and may or may not have given her a message, and Yaroslav who had shown her compassion.


@Lo Alyssa
 
Oceana returned to camp to Yaro and a barely smoldering fire.


He must be on watch


Hearing another set of breaths above her, she snapped her head up warily only to find Thora asleep in her tree.


She felt a grin split her face without permission.


There was just something heart-stirring about seeing living beings in their natural habitat.


Oceana admired such...Belonging.


Perhaps because she possessed so little.


She turned away from the sight of the sleeping nymph and to Yaro, whose back was turned.


Being in a slightly better mood, thanks to some exertion and Thora's charming sleep habits, she made to join him by the fire.


@Lo Alyssa
 
Abigail stood up off her rock and stretched then she leaned over and picked up the five foot wide flat rock in her hand. Her arm glowed with light for a moment and then the light enveloped the rock. It took on a molten blue glow and then seemed to flow down into her arm. The rock melted away and she lowered her arm to her side. Then she turned to the camp and stalked towards the fire. She knew the tale, although it had been told to her, as she has been elsewhere that century. She shivered as she remembered exactly where she had been. She saw the people around the fire begin to go to their beds, and felt a momentary pang of irritation. Tetra had not slept in many many years, and while she did not need it, she missed the dreams she used to have. Now the dreams that come to her in sleep are memories of times she would like to forget. She stepped back from the fire and melted into a new form. She began to stalk the camp looking over it's inhabitants. (She is a large tiger shaped cat, with navy blue fur and no stripes.)(The first bit is a repost because it deadended so i deleted it.)
 
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