Fantasy Tales of Arcadia

[NViouz_DVationz]

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[NViouz_DVationz]

Necrud had been travelling for many days. His scaled body protected him from the heat of the desert and his power kept him alive. As he journeyed he passed many beings, most of which seeked his death. Nothing would stop him though, he had a promise to fulfill yet. His muscles bulged and his eyes darted around from detail to detail surveying the scene. There was a town in the distance, small but well developed it seemed. Each footstep made a small thud as his massive form moved across the sand. Perhaps he'd finally have a chance to properly rest and find information on the primal stones.

 

[NViouz_DVationz]

As Necrud wandered into the streets of the small settlement he could feel the stares of strangers. It wasn't often a large scaled beast wandered into a human settlement and not attack them. As he walked through the dusty streets he spotted a sign, and saw drunken humans and elves walking out. Ducking through the small doors he looked around as everyone stared. A small growl was enough to make them turn back to their tasks and he walked to the counter. After asking about the town he resided in a corner and watched.

 

[GardenParty]

Warren sat in the corner of her cage, the flower atop her head wilted. She had blocked out the sounds of the tavern, the laughter an loud voices that had been her life for the past week. She was disappointed in herself, ending up like this, stuck in a human cage for their amusement. She sighed, looking out of the cage with her large, green eyes. Through the musty sunlight, the mortlas paid no mind to her, guzzling drink after drink and walking off with women. Warren crept to the front of the cage, her finger morphing into a pick, when suddenly a new figure burst into the building. She quickly withdrew her hand and watched the brute walk through the crowds, making his way to another corner. Despite their 'sneaky' glances, she could tell most of the people in the tavern were watching him. The green girl got back to work, moving her finger in the lock.


@Cailfox

 

[NViouz_DVationz]

As Necrud watched the other races watching him his attention was caught by a withered looking plant being trying to escape a cage. Disgraceful, imprisoning a creature and caring for it so poorly. Looking to a group close to him he gave a hissing growl causing them to jump back startled. Walking over to the cage his talons clicked on the wooden floor as his feet made thuds as he walked. Looking into the cage he spoke quietly. "Do you have a name little one?"


@Galaxy's Silver Lining

 

[GardenParty]

Warren jumped back, afraid she would be punished for trying to escape. Though she knew that she could kill all of these mortals in a silent death, she decided it would be easiest if she waited this out.  "Warren." she replied smoothly, looking the draco in his eyes. "What might you need?" she asked, brushing her leaves out of her eyes.


@Cailfox

 

[NViouz_DVationz]

"I need nothing, however I seek knowledge." His eyes darted back watching for anyone who may listen. "You do not wish to be here do you... your flower seems withered and this cage you are in acts as a prison... am I wrong to assume you wish to be freed little Warren?" Although his voice was deep and menacing as with all dragonkin, his words hinted kindness and curiousity. "I shall free you if you wish, however I would also like to ask about you if you will allow it."


@Galaxy's Silver Lining

 

[Chthon]

Luca runs into the tavern as he hears a group of angry shouting men run past the tavern.He falls to the floor exhausted with a stupid grin on his face.He gets a few odd looks and some people even laugh at him.His eyes widen as he spots an odd pair in the corner one is a Plant person and the other is huge and scaled, He jumps up in excitment before running over to them.


@Galaxy's Silver Lining


@Cailfox

 

[GardenParty]

Warren blinked, regarding the dragon man with wide eyes. "I can free myself, thank you. And believe me, I am not little. However, I am willing to tell you about me, if that is what you wish."


Warren scrunched her nose at the newcomer who stumbled through the tavern. He seemed to be crazy, though first impressions were normally never right. 


@Cailfox @WolfHearted

 

[NViouz_DVationz]

Nacrud nodded, "My name is Nacrud and I am a dragonkin. I am a monk of my people and currently on a quest both at the request of my people, and as an honor to fallen friends." He then noticed the wolf boy and continued, "What are you Warren? I have never seen a being such as yourself." It was true, the only beings Nacrud had seen in his desert homelands were hounds, massive insects, humans, and creatures that others would think impossible. He had never seen a plant creature however.


@Galaxy's Silver Lining @WolfHearted

 

[Chthon]

Luca looked up at the scaled one who was way taller then him,"Your the most interesting people I have seen in a while."Luca says with amusement as his ears twitch.

 

[GardenParty]

Warren looked at the draco. "I do not know. All I remember is waking up insignificant in a green forest. It smelled wonderful, but and I looked at myself, I found to be covered a black oil. I still don't know what it is, but I am glad to be alive. I figure it is apart of who I am today." Warren's eyes darted to the wolf boy. 


@Cailfox @WolfHearted

 

[NViouz_DVationz]

Nacrud nodded, taking in the information and heard the boy. "What is your name child?" To Nacrud every being was most likely a child, not many races lived well past a thousand years.


@Galaxy's Silver Lining @WolfHearted

 

[Chthon]

Luca Smiled as he heard the scaled man ask him his name,"Im Luca and who is the plant person."He says while Smiling still.

 

[GardenParty]

Warren squinted. "I am Warren, as I just said." She turned back to the dragon man. "You are something I have never seen before. I have heard men fear you. Is this so?"


@WolfHearted @Cailfox

 

[Abendrot]

Emyr
Tavern

In his seat at the bar, Emyr adjusted the drape of his long, brown cloak. The Daelam Desert was just as cold at night as it was hot during the day, and the small hearth on the other end of the common room gave off little warmth. He didn't often travel this far into the desert, but it was little watering holes like these that made the trip worth it. Drunken patrons danced about, waiters glided from table to table with cold drinks, and the wenches sat upon the laps of those most wasted on said drinks. The locals could teach me a thing or two about having fun, he thought, smiling to himself. Emyr quickly tuned his fiddle before he laid his eyes on the dragonkin. He was impossible not to notice in here, tall, scaly, grouchy. He carried himself with an exaggerated self-importance, knowing that everyone in the tavern was looking at him.


Then there was the matter of the little plant creature, the . . . well, Emyr didn't really know exactly what to call it, but if it was trying so hard to get out of its cage, it probably didn't belong there. In any case, Emyr decided he should probably stop gawking at the other patrons and get straight to performing. The barkeep wasn't paying him to lollygag, after all. Rising from his seat, he swiped up his fiddle and went straight to work. "Ladies, gentlemen, raise your glasses and open your ears!"


Song

 

[madame moiselle]

  


-Damascus Silver-


Damascus had been assigned to pick up information at a local tavern in the city. He couldn't believe he had to endure an entire shift among drunkards, whores and generally unpleasant beings, but he was commanded to do just that. Besides, it can be taken as a chance to kick back and have a beer or two. Damascus didn't really drink, but every once in a while, he guessed it was tolerable. 


Damascus had entered the tavern, dressed in commoner's clothes, instead of his usual armour attire. A skankily-dressed maid eyed him with interest, but he ignored it, heading straight to the bar. As he waited for his order, Damascus looked around, looking as casual as possible. What most people couldn't tell was that he was picking up information; with his ears, eyes, and mind. To his left, a scruffy man was talking about the woman of his dreams, a woman to his right started complaining about her life, and all the while, he was peering into minds, registering information. 


Now, Damascus didn't use his power to his advantage. He peered into minds yes, but only to find the information necessary. He had no interest in the memories or pasts of others' minds. He was just here on duty. He had noticed the sentient plant girl in the cage, smirking as she tried to escape. Within a few seconds, he knew her name was Warren Woods, and that her life for the past week had been spent in that cage for the drunkards' amusement. 


Finally, Damascus got his drink, and sipped it, trying to conceal his disgust for whiskey. A few minutes later, a large, scaled beast walked into the room. Damascus stiffened; his father had never particularly liked dragonkin, and it seemed his distaste had passed down to his son. Damascus looked on with interest as the dragonkin spoke to the little Warren girl, his voice filled with over-exaggerated self-importance and nobility. Damascus almost rolled his eyes; dragonkin were nothing but beasts. They knew nothing of nobility, or what honour is. A wolf-eared man appeared, eagerly joining the scaly beast and the plant girl. More like man-child, thought Damascus in disgust, looking at the wolf-eared man. Damascus couldn't help but peer into the wolf hybrid's mind, catching the slight memory of fire, a burned village and days spent hunting.


Interesting.


Suddenly, something else caught Damascus's attention. An elf had risen from his seat, holding a fiddle. Nothing but a performer, it seemed. Damascus leaned back onto the counter, his glass raised to his lips and ears open for music.


@Lorkhan


@Galaxy's Silver Lining


@WolfHearted


@Cailfox 

 

[NViouz_DVationz]

Nacrud watched what the people had said and noticed an elf who announced that he was about to play music. As he did the elf began to play and Nacrud's ears were not fond of the noise he heard. Shaking his head for a moment he adjusted himself to tolerate the music and spotted a look of disgust from someone at the bar table. No surprise, humans were a judgmental race that functioned off gossip and lack of knowledge. Hearing what the plant girl said he nodded, "Most races do. They see my kind as brutish beasts who have no drive other than the wilds. Granted there are dragonkin who are like that, many of our race are proud and noble, our ancestors guiding our lives, reminding us of the honorable race we are meant to be." He then started to walk to the one who had a look of disgust, speaking to the plant girl one last time, "Excuse me."


As he approached the bar he sat beside the one he saw give him a bad look. A few other patrons promptly moved a few seats away in fear of Nacrud, but he had gotten used to it. "Greetings human. I am Nacrud..." He thought about his words, choosing wisely before he spoke. "Judging a being does not define who they are, rather it defines who you are." Turning his head to look at the human he continued, "I do not wish to view all humans as blinded by judgment, however it seems they continue to show they are... tell me, are you too blinded or will you seek the truth as I do?"


@Lorkhan @Galaxy's Silver Lining @WolfHearted @Esther_Silvers

 

[GardenParty]

Warren watched Nacrud walk off, her interest dwindling and her fingers shifting. The elf was a great distraction, and she got to work right away, feeling around the lock for anything to release her. However, before the girl could do much damage, a drunken man approached her cage. She quickly withdrew her fingers, hiding them behind her back and shifting them back into their normal form. 


"What do you thinkyer doin missy." he said, stumbling towards her prison. He pushed his hands on the bars for support, his drunken state an obvious disadvantage. Warren stayed silent underneath his questions, her mouth shut as it had been this whole week. The man reached his hand into the cage, swiping at Warren and successfully hitting her. Even in his state, his hand roughly hit her smooth face, the slap echoing throughout the chorus of voices in the tavern. 


"Answer me... whenim talkin to you." he said, waggling a finger. 


Warren had grown tougher in this cage, as her patience for mortals had been dwindling. She wiped the sticky green sap that oozed out of her, and she spit the same substance out her mouth. She looked back at the man, eyes steeled.


@Cailfox @Esther_Silvers @Lorkhan @WolfHearted

 

[boo.]

Shit.


Teftin peered from the top of a fallen tower, a hand above her eyes to filter the out the harsh sun that shone from its zenith. The faintest of breezes whispered past her ear, beginning a shiver that traveled all across the girl's body and sending at her toes. She took the cloth that hung down the left side of her face and hooked it to the other side, effectively giving her mouth a cover. She would need as much cover as she could muster, for what was heading her way was enough to suffocate a sand-wyrm.


About five miles from where Teftin currently stood, the largest sandstorm she had ever seen was ravaging its way across the dunes in a journey of destruction. Its height alone was enough to kill the clouds, but the girl could tell that it was just as wide, in the least. No less than half a day would pass while in its grasp, which would be impossible to survive in. And even if one could survive this beast of a storm, he would soon die to lack of water, for this calamity would destroy any sources of water for miles around. 


It seemed like there was nothing to be done. However, Teftin was not one to give up in the face of death, even certain death. Grasping her staff in one hand, and her supply sack in the other, the girl began her descent of the toppled tower, sliding down the side while avoiding the odd brick that stuck out like a thorn. She landed heavily in the sands below, but her legs began to run as soon as she caught her balance, sending plumes of sand billowing behind her. Her heart began to race, both from fear and the excitement of it all. There was no telling what challenges this storm would bring, but she was ready for them.


Teftin had come across the ruins just a few days before, and had hung about them in search of supplies. An old well, long since dried up, had been discovered, as well as many destroyed buildings, implying that this had once been a settlement of sorts. As Teftin ran for shelter in the ruins, the feeling of mystery filled her again, as she longed to know what this place had been. The girl ran among the buildings, spinning about herself wildly to find the most intact and sheltering of them all. She didn't need a house toppling on her while she hid, not did she want to drown in the sand that was approaching ever-faster.


It was then that Teftin spotted a small house whose flat stone roof remained in place, and whose walls appeared less-cracked than many others'. She darted to it, entering the empty doorframe with haste. It was bare inside, except for the sand that had wandered in and settled into odd piles. The walls were bare, and any windows that were there were empty. Teftin soon settled herself into a corner, but not before she had dug out a large blanket from her pack. She threw it over her head, forming a tent of sorts, being sure that the rest of her supplies were covered as well. 


Now, all she had left to do was wait.


((This is a bit of a solo part for Teftin, as she is currently in the Daelam Desert and not in Avalon. I wanted to get a feel for her before I started interaction, but if anyone is traveling the deserts, they are welcome to come upon her, or vise versa.))

 

[NViouz_DVationz]

Evasus had been travelling for centuries. It's all Evasus did. A being such as Evasus did nothing but wander the world doing as they saw fit. Although the Sexuality of this mysterious kitsune masked being was a mystery it's telepathic voice sounded feminine, yet it's physical figure seemed more masculine. It knew the history of Arcadia, Evasus had been part of it since the beginning. As of currently it was in the Daelam desert, a murderous sandstorm not far behind. However Evasus did not care, for it would do nothing to the being. As it walked casually Evasus noticed a girl running from the storm. Not many beings besides Dragonkin were able to survive this far into the deserts. Evasus stopped and watched the human girl run into a building and decided that she was someone of interest in history. Walking forward the being thought about why a human would be so far in the deserts.


Upon arriving in the small building it spotted the girl under a blanket in a corner. Evasus tilted it's head and spoke telepathically, "Greetings child of Arcadia."


@Handabooo

 

[boo.]

Teftin had heard many stories throughout her nomadic life. Many of them had been tall tales, while others had been claimed to be true. But Teftin was a being grounded in truth, claiming only to believe something if it hit her in the face. And so, when she heard stories of magical beings and great happenings, she often brushed them off as made-up. Demons couldn’t be real. Neither could angels. Were there gods? She didn’t think so.


The girl sat silently under her blanket, her ears straining for the howl of the approaching storm. Sure enough, a growl could be heard traveling over the dunes, and as she stuck a hand out of the blanket, she could feel sand shifting in the air. This would be a tough storm to wait out, for sure, and would make a hell of a story. A snort suddenly left Teftin as she thought of herself telling the tale of the monster storm. She had never pictured herself telling tales before, and the thought amused her. Would others believe her? Would she be cast off as fake? The idea of it was odd.


A sudden stillness fell upon the small house, and Teftin shifted beneath her tent. This was the bane of many amateur travelers, that sudden stillness that came before a sandstorm. This meant that the storm was almost upon the ruined city, and that Teftin’s struggle for life would begin. But something else accompanied the still air, and that was a soft sound. The sound of footsteps. The sound of other life. The girl’s hand moved slowly to her staff, which lay on the ground beside here. Was it another person seeking shelter? Was it a desert beast, searching for the same? Was it friendly? Hostile? Whatever it was, it would see Teftin soon.


The girl held her breath for a moment, listening once more. It was silent again, which gave Teftin the small hope that it had all been her imagination. But something inside her told her that a being was there. This was confirmed when she heard a voice that seemed to come from her own mind, one, that gave her greetings. So the girl lifted the blanket from her head and let it slide to the floor, her face a portrait of shock. Before her, on the opposite side of the room, was a thing. What thing? Teftin had no clue. Its stance, which appeared somewhat unthreatening, resembled a human in shape, but its legs and feet were certainly alien to her. It long, fluffy tail protruded from behind it, and was a cream in color, the same as the rest of its thin body. What appeared to be a mane sprouted from its head, and a mask seemed to cover its face.


All in all, it was the strangest thing she had ever seen. Teftin’s mouth, which remained covered by the cloth, hung open, and her hand loosened its grip on the staff. This being was the most incredible thing she had ever seen, but strangely, the girl felt no fear. It didn’t seem to be hostile, at least not yet. So what was it? Teftin couldn't even begin to guess.


"Who... Who are you?" The girl croaked out a response, simply staring at the creature.


@Cailfox

 

[NViouz_DVationz]

Although Evasus did not make a noise its body contracted and she could hear a soft chuckle in her mind. "I am known as Evasus. I was walking along the deserts when I caught a glimpse of you. Tell me, what is a human doing this far in the Daelam desert? Typically only dragonkin and sand wyrms inhabit these areas, seeing you made me curious." Evasus was in fact a total mystery. Few mortal eyes have seen Evasus, and nobody believes them because of this fact. The aura he emitted was one of undescribable mystery, unexplainable, and oddly devoid of typical auras that emanate from beings.


@Handabooo

 

[Chthon]

When Luca sees a drunk man hit Warren he sees it as an opportunity to help, "Hey,Leave her alone"He says with a slight growl


@Galaxy's Silver Lining

 

[IMthatGUY]

    Sebastian took swig from his Ale and crossed his legs, observing the events unfolding before him. He was a frequent at this bar, having stayed in town about a month, and of all his times, he has never seen such a show. The towns folk were not happy about these other races in their tavern, but what can you expect from humans. If they knew his father had been an elf, they would look at him the same. But nobody asks a mercenary to many questions.


    Finishing off his Ale, he waved to a server for a refill. The woman, he remembered her name as Sheila, brought him another and sat beside him looking at the circus that had just walked in. "Sheila, I've been gone for about a week tracking down some bandits for old man Gravon. Tell me, have any of these newcomers been here before?" Sebastian slid 5 coin over to her for the drink and 15 because she always knew something. Then he flipped a couple coins to the nearby fiddler and nodded at him as if to say thank you.


    "I don't believe so, although the flower girl has been here all week. I feel so bad for her." Sheila took the coin and stood up. "I can ask around if you want..." 


    "No, no its quite alright. I'll find out myself soon enough." Sebastian chuckled. The Dragonkin interested him the most. 'This town was starting to run out a problems anyways. I might see what he is up to... Later tho.' So he simply took another swig of Ale, and continued to observe the newcomers.


@Cailfox @WolfHearted


@Lorkhan @Esther_Silvers


@Galaxy's Silver Lining