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The Shadow
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Javax
The Shadow
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Realm: Overworld
Biome: Taiga
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Vagabond Spectre
Seven Thousand Club
Lisara Venloc
The Last Venloc Alchemist
HP: 100%
HP: 100%
LVL: 20
Location: Outside of MyrefallThe Last Venloc Alchemist
HP: 100%
HP: 100%
LVL: 20
Armor:
None
Items:
• 3x Empty bottles
•2x water bottles
•A Stick ["Her weapon of choice"]
•4x spider eyes
•2x Potions of healing
•3x Sugar
•3x Splash potion of harming
• 8x Bread
• Her diary
None
Items:
• 3x Empty bottles
•2x water bottles
•A Stick ["Her weapon of choice"]
•4x spider eyes
•2x Potions of healing
•3x Sugar
•3x Splash potion of harming
• 8x Bread
• Her diary
Through the Village's simple life, homes and it's people. In the outskirts of the village. An isolated house stood near at the outer end riverside of Myrefall's river. A house made of oakwood and cobblestone, elevated from the soft dirt ground thanks to it's four rising foundation pillars keeping it from any unwanted intruders from entering the ancient home. Hidden from the eyes of Myrefall's citizens. It has become one with nature. To blend into it's biome. Surrounded by Oak trees, mushrooms infesting the ground, vines that restraints the vision of any traveler, plants of all kinds run amok the forest. This was Myrefall's "Witch Home" according to it's citizens. Rumors spread that a witch lives in this medium sized home. And that witch is none other than, Lisara Venloc. Or as the locals refer to her as "Lisa The Witch". Common misconception, Lisa is in fact an Alchemist. Not an accused witch. It is no mystery why she is always referred as such.
Lisara Venloc. The last breathing Alchemist of the Venloc clan. Raised to surpass her own Alchemist/mentor of a mother, Aldana Venloc. Raised in a sheltered chemical household where she spends most of her life studying going by the books. Lisa only been outside in rare occasions but mostly she has been trained to brew and calculate like her ancestors. A young maiden whom has rarely seen what the world is now, is unaware of the adventures that await her. The young girl has recently turned 18 a past couple of weeks making her more responsible and independent as ever. To the outside world, she is a village maiden whom sells bread to the locals to hide her real identity of being an Alchemist. This also goes for her mother Aldana whom is a school teacher in the village. Most of Lisa's life revolves around her own home, that reeks of mushrooms and sweet aromas of potions. Like any other day of her life. She spends her time at home reading educational books and brewing potions of sorts. Sharpening her brewing skills to it's finest. Lisara is slowly by the day surpassing her own mother from her brewing alone.
The day passes as the sun goes down. Lisa spent the day brewing her own potions. Not caring of what the state of the village is currently in. As bubbles boil on her brewing stand and heat of furnaces, torches, brewing stands provided the light and warmth for the night. Lisa awaits her new potions. Aldana was out of the house for evening shopping while she stayed to keep an on the house. The young maiden watched the sunset as the star of the night began to shine once again. her silver eyes were shone by the sun's warm light as she smiled back to it. The sun was now gone and the nightly sounds settles in. This was her cue to to go inside. At this moment. Her potions were now done and brewed perfectly like always. Removing them from the stand. She decides to stay in her bedroom for the night as she waits for her mother come home. Sitting down on her soft red bed. She picked up her book and quill and began writing her experiences for today.
Although the story doesn't end there...
Through the quiet and eerie night. The young maiden had fallen asleep peacefully not aware of what happens next. The girl was obviously dreaming. In her dreams she was covered by a blinding white fog in the middle of a forest she is not familiar with. In this dream she wandered for several minutes into the fog. Not knowing where she is heading. Soon this white fog turned smoke black as she wandered further into the fog. She was lost but also filled with fear. She could not pinpoint what was unsettling but she felt like she being watched deep into the fog.
"Who's there!?" She called out into black smog, her voice echoed into the darkness. Soon the soft dirt ground full of life began to turn to a dark coal-ish brown. Faces began to pop out of this strange sandish substance. It was soul sand. She she was already mortified by the fear of being watched and black smog that blinds her. The soul sand added more fear to the young woman. She tried to scream but couldn't her movements were sluggish as she attempts to run away from her previous directions but only to find that there is soul sand everywhere! She felt her boots were being dragged down to the ground, locking her in. Soon it felt like quick. She could not scream for help as she felt lost and helpless being dragged to soul sand. Soon she began to hear whispers of people around her. Ash her knees sunk into the horrifying sand. Halfway through were the screams of people. She was being consumed by the sand below her. She couldn't help by cry and reach her left hand out for someone to help her. She could not speak or scream for help. As her face gets buried while screams of mobs and people deafens her ears. One familiar voice out voiced all these screams and whispers.
"Lisara!"
The voice called, it was her mother...
The voice called, it was her mother...
Quickly rising up from her own bed. Lisa sat for a minute awaken and calm herself from her nightmare. She was breathing heavily, fresh streaks of tears were present on her cheeks and cold sweat had dampen her bed. The intensity of the dream felt real to the girl. Her wooden bedroom was dark as the torches were unlit as she sat there in the dark.
"That dream..." She said to herself.
She cannot believe the fact that she had woken up to a nightmare that felt so real to her. She said to herself that she hadn't had a nightmare since she was a little girl. Upon calming down for countless minutes. She rose up to check her own home. Her house was dark and cold. Which grew suspicions on Lisara.
"Strange, not at least one torch is left lit..." Lisa pointed out to herself. She knows that her mother will always leave a light on during the night. Which brings her to her next coarse of action. Checking on her mother. Lisara slowly walked into her mother's bedroom. Slowly peeking by the door. To her surprise. She wasn't there, causing her to give an eye widening facial expression.
"Mother is not here? I know she has came home late at rare occasions but not this late." Lisa's suspicions grew larger and larger as she slowly wraps her head around the current situation. Her mind and body were slowly awakening as she decides to check outside her porch at the moonlight. The moon was high above her. To her perspective. She didn't sleep that long. Still wondering about her mother. Lisa's eyes caught something else other the moon itself. The village. Lisa's vision into the dark was poor but she can tell that there is something that is not right about the village in her view. Squinting her eyes. Her heart sank and her mind shocked of what she saw. Fire! There was fire all over the village of Myrefall! Out of sheer panic. She went back inside her house to change and equip herself with everything she had in her bedroom.
"Fire! There is fire all across the village! Mother could be in there!" She exclaimed as she packs her things and left in a rush. She took her mother's potion of swiftness as a speed boost and night vision which gives her a short temporary night vision advantage. She quickly over to the village unfortunately for her potion effects they lasted only through the distance trip of her house to Myrefall. There was nothing left when she arrived at the burning village.
Her stomach and jaw dropped as she got closer to the burning village. Heart skipped a beat and sweat streamed down her forehead. Looking for survivors and her mother. She arrived at the village road. Ready to rescue anyone whom survived.
"No... No, no, no, no, no, no, NO!" She repeated as she rushes through the burning village. The Flames sizzled on the woods of homes, smoke rose to devour the stars above and screams from the distant fades away. She felt guilty to herself for arriving late to the village. She desperately searched for survivors but none are found. In fact she couldn't anyone fighting or anyone else calling for help. All she could here is deafening silence in the air as the flames glew towered over her. Tears began to flow down on her cheeks as she hopelessly searches into flaming ruins for survivors.
"Is anyone out there! Please! Answer me! Mother!? Anyone!? Please!? I've come to rescue, i've-" Lisa raised her voice in the top of her lungs to search for survivors. In return all she got was dead silence. Her huffing breath slow down as she just walked heavily into the hot grilled up village. She was tirede of shouting and running around for minutes trying to look for anyone. She at last found her Mother's school, where she teaches the innocent youth of proper education. Her eyes busted into tears, her heart bursted all her saddest emotions and her feet trembled of wwhat she found on what is left on her mother's school.
"Mother...?" Her shaky voice trembled as she saw her mother's two of her most prized possessions. Her alchemist book and her cape. Just right there laid down in front of the burning school. Upon reaching the written book, she fell on her knees to pick up the book. It only made her tear up more upon finding a splotch of blood on the top right corner of the book. She couldn't help hugged the book close to her chest as tears ran down her face.
"Mother... Mother...? MOTHER!!!"
She screamed at the top of her lungs towards the polluted night sky. As streams after streams of tears ran down her face as he hugged her mother's book. Thunder synchronized with her grieving scream of emotional pain. She sobbed softly as she just knelt there helplessly inside the burning village. Not caring of the flames that will consume her soon. She cried and moan for what felt like eternity as her groaning voice echoes and howls through the village and the night. She knew she had lost her only family left. Finding her purple coat stained with blood on it's center. This was more than enough for Lisara take in. She cannot do anything but cry over her missing Mother. Lisara felt alone...
| *Received "Book of the Alchemist"... |
Javax
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With a swift slash of his blade, Kyros cut the head of the last zombie that was bugging him in two with a sideways strike. 7th zombie in a single night...Either I'm unlucky or god himself is wanting me dead...he wouldn't be the only one then... Kyros had been on the road for quite a while now, with him running low on food and alcohol. The hangover was annoying to deal with and the state of soberness, though unwelcome, gave him the ability to focus better than usual on things. If the travelers he asked on the way and the maps he saw in other cities were correct, then the village of Myrefall should be close by. The village in question was not really one known for its luxuries. In fact, it seemed to be on the poorer end of things when compared to others. Kyros was hoping that he'd have to spend as little time there as possible, moving on to the next cities. He'd have to find a tavern first in order to see if there are any available contracts or bounties to collect. Does this shitpile even have a functioning Tavern? He only had 5 pieces of steak left within his inventory. That is only up to 2 day's worth of food which worried him slightly. Kyros began to slowly nibble onto the piece of rotten flesh he had picked up earlier. Food poisoning was likely but he only had 6 hunger slots to fill. And if he allowed that amount to dip dangerously low, he would be significantly slower in his travels.
The night was a cold one, which lead to Kyros wrapping his cloak more snugly around himself. Oddly enough, as he was getting closer and closer to the town, he began to encounter more and more hostile mobs. He attempted to avoid all of them, silently killing the ones that strayed off from the main group and too close to him. This is definitely a mob raid on the village I am going to...Lets hope they can defend themselves... It was not too hopeful of a thought though, as he had been a witness to larger villages and towns being completely wiped out and ravaged. After a bit of maneuvering around the mobs and whatnot, he was greeted by a sight that was not surprising to him in the slightest. The village was completely destroyed as the buildings were burnt and the poor victims of the attack were screaming. Kyros could hear a girl yell out for her own mother. If this was the old Kyros, he'd get close and help her find whoever it is she was searching. But he no longer dealt with things like this. Besides, it was idiots like the ones that live inside the village that caused the death of his family. Why should he care about them or anybody else? He looked at the view from a distance, with him starting to think of his next destination.
The night was a cold one, which lead to Kyros wrapping his cloak more snugly around himself. Oddly enough, as he was getting closer and closer to the town, he began to encounter more and more hostile mobs. He attempted to avoid all of them, silently killing the ones that strayed off from the main group and too close to him. This is definitely a mob raid on the village I am going to...Lets hope they can defend themselves... It was not too hopeful of a thought though, as he had been a witness to larger villages and towns being completely wiped out and ravaged. After a bit of maneuvering around the mobs and whatnot, he was greeted by a sight that was not surprising to him in the slightest. The village was completely destroyed as the buildings were burnt and the poor victims of the attack were screaming. Kyros could hear a girl yell out for her own mother. If this was the old Kyros, he'd get close and help her find whoever it is she was searching. But he no longer dealt with things like this. Besides, it was idiots like the ones that live inside the village that caused the death of his family. Why should he care about them or anybody else? He looked at the view from a distance, with him starting to think of his next destination.
Seniju_Anele
🌙 Forever Sleepy~ 🌙
𝐀𝐭𝐢𝐲𝐚𝐦𝐚 𝐈𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐖𝐡𝐲𝐭𝐢𝐧
| I'm the last of them left. Irady Whytin |
Atiyama Irady Whytin, one of the last in a bloodline of famous witches, was currently working on a potion for a villager who had offered him a trade in return. He placed one of his ingredients, Blaze Powder, on the craft table at the edge of one of his wooden walls. He deftly slid back over to his Brewing Stand, looking at the Awkward Potion he was currently brewing. He looked around where he was currently situated, noting in his head that he needed to tidy up the place, which as of now was currently covered in glass bottles (some broken) and potion materials he hadn't bothered to clean up last time when he'd created a new stock of potions to sell to those in the neighboring village of Myrefall, where he was raised from age thirteen. He stopped observing his messy abode and checked on the Awkward Potion, before deeming it sufficient and depositing the Blaze Powder.
He proceeded to grab a book he had in a chest, along with a quill to document his day, as he always did. He rocked on his heels for a moment, before he figured out what he should write. He began to put the quill to paper, watching the ink glide across the slightly yellowed and crinkled page, before he smelt something. It singed his nose, and he coughed a bit, trying to put his finger on the ashy aroma filling his nostrils before he realized what it was. He felt his book clatter to the floor when it slipped through his fingers, which were slicked with sweat. Smoke. That was smoke, wasn't it? And that's when more stenches began to twist and intertwine with the smoke: singed flesh and wood, and then he heard blood curdling screaming.
Fire. The village was on fire.
Atiyama shot up from his seat on the floor, his skinny legs slamming on rotting planks of wood, over scattered and shattered glass bottles, which cricked and cracked as Atiyama stomped over them, paying no attention to the bottle full of Blaze Power that fell to the floor with a resounding crackle from the bottle and sounds of scattered powder falling in particles onto the floor. He heaved as he ran toward the smoke ingested area, covering his mouth. He tried to see through the haze before he saw a blacksmith's home in ruin, wood crackling and singed to disrepair, rock the only thing left standing of a once-coveted household.
The blacksmith wasn't...in there, was he?
He hacked up coughs and took hitched breaths as he took his elbow over his mouth and nose to avoid inhaling more smoke then he had to. He took careful, calculated steps over the piles of burning oak wood, and that's when he saw a lump lying on the ground. He frantically walked over to the heap of flesh and bone, nudging it with his boot foot protected foot to see something that he could never forget. The singed face of a man who cared for him since he ran away. The boy shook as he stared at the mangled body. It was barely recognizable- but the outfit...it was the unmistakable attire of a blacksmith. The sight nearly brought him to his knees as he dry heaved.
And that's when even his steely resolve shattered to fragmented pieces and he fell down to his knees, his weak body not supporting him as he wracked with sobs. As if on cue, he heard a girl screaming for his mother, and in his own unrelenting sorrow, he couldn't help but get up, crying with no regard to who heard, to follow the scream. The girl...he could only assume her mother had died in the same painful way his...his second father did. He limped, covering his mouth more to hide his sobs then to avoid the stinging aroma of singed flesh and bone marrow. He saw a shadow and assumed it was the girl. He turned around to the burning blacksmith building.
He turned back to the girl, and his heart clenched with nothing but pure empathy.
It should've been him. What had the man who raised him done wrong? What had that poor girl's mother done wrong? Atiyama had done horrid things. He'd given out potions he knew were probably used for bad intentions, he'd abandoned his home for a simple lie. But the villager did good things. That girl's mom probably did good things. The villager was a good person, and most likely, so was that girl's mother.
So what had they done wrong to deserve to die so painfully? What had Atiyama done right to be given the gift of survival?
"So why was it them?"
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Javax
The Shadow
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Shiyonichi
The Edgelord
Aran slammed the stick into the skeleton’s Skeleton’s face causing it to keel over and convert into a puff of smoke, leaving behind a bone and a few arrows he could hopefully trade in for some more food or equipment. The bones of a skeleton was almost another type currency to most villages, as the bones could be broken down into bonemeal, which could be used to speed up the growth of crops by a massive degree.
+1 bone +2 arrows.
Pocketing the loot he activated his wind magic wind magic to create an updraft to leap above and into the treetops. After he landed, he took a leap forwards, as a sudden tailwind caught him and he was able to travel a good 6 blocks in a single leap. He had been washed ashore a day earlier and while his clothing had already dried, he still smelled of salt water which was one of the reasons why he should hurry up and reach civilization. Luckily for him he was an air magic user and he was able to cut the amount of time he needed to get to the nearest town, another blessing as he had more than one reason for wanting to reach town. He heard that the monster situation had gotten worse around the area, but this was more than he had expected. Had he faced something like this before? The knight asked himself, but his memories were too jumbled to give him answer.
Aran had taken several more leaps before smelling something that the knight had hoped that he wouldn’t, smoke and too much to be a controlled fire. A few more leaps and he saw a town lit up like a bonfire. All of his years as an adventurer screamed at him, that this wasn’t an accidental fire out of control, this was the aftermath of a raid. The sky thundered once again it was quite lucky that the rain would soon fall to put out the fire. The Warrior sped up his pace, going from 6 block leaps to 9 blocks, the speed of his movements caused his hood to fly back and his scarfs to flutter behind him.
With one leap he jumped from the treetops and onto the ground, using simple air magic to slow his fall, as he sprinted, still being boosted by the tailwind he conjured up. He entered the burning village and used his Air Sense to try and discover any survivors. The flames distorted the air causing it to vibrate, but his magical senses picked up two survivors... Only two survivors. He stopped turned a corner, stopping 7 blocks before them. The warrior raised his hands to show he wasn’t going to hurt them and silently waited, as neither seemed to be physically injured and it seemed to be more mental shock. He gave them time to compose themselves before he very calmly and slowly walked towards them, keeping his arms up and palms open, before slowly and gently asking.
“My name is Aran, I’m here to help, are you two ok?”
+1 bone +2 arrows.
Pocketing the loot he activated his wind magic wind magic to create an updraft to leap above and into the treetops. After he landed, he took a leap forwards, as a sudden tailwind caught him and he was able to travel a good 6 blocks in a single leap. He had been washed ashore a day earlier and while his clothing had already dried, he still smelled of salt water which was one of the reasons why he should hurry up and reach civilization. Luckily for him he was an air magic user and he was able to cut the amount of time he needed to get to the nearest town, another blessing as he had more than one reason for wanting to reach town. He heard that the monster situation had gotten worse around the area, but this was more than he had expected. Had he faced something like this before? The knight asked himself, but his memories were too jumbled to give him answer.
Aran had taken several more leaps before smelling something that the knight had hoped that he wouldn’t, smoke and too much to be a controlled fire. A few more leaps and he saw a town lit up like a bonfire. All of his years as an adventurer screamed at him, that this wasn’t an accidental fire out of control, this was the aftermath of a raid. The sky thundered once again it was quite lucky that the rain would soon fall to put out the fire. The Warrior sped up his pace, going from 6 block leaps to 9 blocks, the speed of his movements caused his hood to fly back and his scarfs to flutter behind him.
With one leap he jumped from the treetops and onto the ground, using simple air magic to slow his fall, as he sprinted, still being boosted by the tailwind he conjured up. He entered the burning village and used his Air Sense to try and discover any survivors. The flames distorted the air causing it to vibrate, but his magical senses picked up two survivors... Only two survivors. He stopped turned a corner, stopping 7 blocks before them. The warrior raised his hands to show he wasn’t going to hurt them and silently waited, as neither seemed to be physically injured and it seemed to be more mental shock. He gave them time to compose themselves before he very calmly and slowly walked towards them, keeping his arms up and palms open, before slowly and gently asking.
“My name is Aran, I’m here to help, are you two ok?”
Vagabond Spectre
Seven Thousand Club
Lisara Venloc
Armor:
None
Items:
• 3x Empty bottles
•2x water bottles
•A Stick ["Her weapon of choice"]
•4x spider eyes
•2x Potions of healing
•3x Sugar
•3x Splash potion of harming
• 8x Bread
• Her diary
• Book of the Alchemist
None
Items:
• 3x Empty bottles
•2x water bottles
•A Stick ["Her weapon of choice"]
•4x spider eyes
•2x Potions of healing
•3x Sugar
•3x Splash potion of harming
• 8x Bread
• Her diary
• Book of the Alchemist
Location: Myrefall, School Village
Lisara cried for like an eternity. Nothing but sobbing and mourning for countless minutes, knelt down on the dusty ground with her mother's book in hand. Lisara's unleashed sadness howls through the village of once filled with life. Surrendering her position to all those who have heard. The young maiden shifted into a sitting position from her kneeling. Still mourning the death of the only family she had left. Crying over her school, book and cloak. She couldn't help but just cry as she weighed herself down by her own guilt. Her mind began to flood with sorrow and regret. Her mother was the only thing in her mind.
"Mother... Please... Please..." Overwhelmed by her own emotions. She could not speak a clear voice. She could not express her emotions over her mother. Her tears blinded her eyes, all she could see was the elegant dancing fire around her and her mother's bloodstained purple cloak.
Seeing the cloak stained with her mother's blood only made her cry out even more. Never in her life she had cried so hard that to the point she can barely speak. She reached her shaking hand towards cloak as she held onto the book with the tightest grip she can. She could almost leave a dent hand mark on the book. Instead of standing and walking towards the stained cloak, she crawled to it. Like an infant crawling towards her mother. Her trembling knees kept her to the ground as if she were crippled. She kept reaching out to the purple cloak until she finally got her gloves on it's fabric. Ripping it out from the debris pile. The cloak remained undamaged thanks to it's durable fabric. The first thing that got on her gloves was her mother's blood, fresh as it stained her. She could not help but cry to the sky once more. She grieved and grieved as she leaned back to the once school of her mother's hot oak walls, which she had little concern about.
"M-mmo...! M-M!" She tried to speak again but her crying took her words away. Through her crying she gathered her strength to stand up. She could not help but embrace her mother's cloak despite the fact that her blood was staining her purple dress just like mother's.
| *received "Mother's favorite cloak" |
"I...I-I promise... M-m-mo-mother... I... I-" Her trembling voice fighting her overwhelming emotions. All she could do was wear the cloak's colors to keep it safe. She felt this feeling of warmth around her as she wore the cloak. The feeling of nostalgia of her mother's embrace only returned her to being completely saddened by her disappearance. Her knees trembled once more as she felt this warmth. She cried for another countless minutes, more streams of tears began to run down from her soft cheeks. It was almost inhuman to cry this much tears. Her helpless sobbing wasn't helping her either. Listening to herself cry was helping her at any case. Upon turning around to evacuate. She spotted two tall figures in the distance. Not too far from her location. In complete shock she fell on her knees again and began to retreat back as her legs pushed against the dirt in desperation to move back.
She did not identify these figures as people but as the mobs that destroyed her village. She went into full panic as she wasn't properly armed to fight the figures. The helpless desperate girl kept retreating until she stopped on the same was he leaned on. Her only weapon of self defense. A sturdy stick she have laying aroud her own home. Barely considered a weapon.
"*Violent Sobbing* GGGGGGRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAA!!! *More violent Sobbing* St...! *Inaudible mumbles* Ay!!!" The young maiden let's out a bloodcurdling scream that can pierce an eardrum bleed as her high pitched sobbing continued, a scream that echoed once again in the empty streets and wrecked homes, the kind of inhumane scream that one will scream in the top of their lungs, to either being tortured or killed. She was violent all over. Her body shakes in fear as the figures remained present. Her face filled with fear and despair, the kind of look that a victim portrays before she meets her fate with the her killer. Her tears were like waterfalls and her mouth had saliva all over as if she were melting, her breathing was heavy and can be heard. The poor girl can barely speak properly too, being overwhelmed by her own emotions and panic. She violently swings her stick aimlessly in front of the figures as a tactic to scare them away but to no avail. She sobbed violently against the wall as her own sadness blinded her eyes from the truth and her screaming deafened her ears. She held onto her mothers book through it all. She curled her knees to the corner as one of the figures slowly approached her with their hands again, she identified them as a mob instead of person. Her violent ensues. Because of it, one can see a potential danger. An observant eye will notice a the girl's dress by the hip area had potions strapped to them. Not just any potions but potions of harming! Slightly cracked, probably due to the fact that she fell earlier caused it too. Given her violent behavior it is slowly beginning to shatter itself. Results could be gruesome if left unresolved quickly. It looks like the girl is not calming down anytime soon. All this, in one impact of a mother's loss...
Javax
Seniju_Anele
The_Omega_Effect
Shiyonichi
Kyros kept on watching as the town burned, with the survivors trying to get away from the ruins one by one. Their safety and well being was not his concern so he did not really care. He had to get out of here but he couldn't just pick a random direction and move in it as that would take far too long. Risking his life to die of starvation in the middle of nowhere was not really something he looked forward to. An idea was to ask one of the survivors or the people around there where the nearest town or the city was. Kyros reached into his inventory to grab the rest of the rotten flesh he had earlier, with him eating more of it. At this point, he was simply gambling with his hunger bar as the rotten flesh could cause more harm than good. He could barely keep it down as it was absolutely disgusting. But he had been in dire situations when he had nothing else to rely on for survival. Back when his family still existed. He shook his head as that was all behind him. The Ularekaths were no more and he had no intention of bringing them back to help defend people who do not wish to be defended.
The amalgamation of sounds that was the city burning and the inhabitants screaming was loud enough to mask most noises which would make sneaking up on him at this point somewhat easy. Though, with the mobs being there already, he already had his guard on. "Do you know what happened here?" the voice of the woman addressing him pierced his ears as he slowly turned his head to meet her gaze. Except there wasn't a gaze to meet as she had blindfolded her eyes. She had a shorter stature and paler skin. Was she some sort of magic forest ranger? Whatever the case was, he was prepared to use his ender pearls to get away if she seemed hostile. He was not really drunk enough to want blood on his hands just yet. "Well, one of the villagers lit a torch but forgot that they left it in the barn which caused a fire and the mobs just popped up after the town wizard fell downt he stairs and dropped his zombie eggs!" He exclaimed in an exaggerated tone, with him then looking at her briefly before returning to his normal uninterested monotone and turning back to the fire, the light illuminating his face. "A five year old could tell you what happened. The villagers couldn't defend themselves from mobs."
A loud, high pitched scream from the girl screaming for her mother earlier gained his attention. Glad I'm not closer to that... I still need my eardrums.. He bit down on the rotten flesh one more time before pocketing it, with him barely being able to force it down. "You should go help her or something if you care enough. If you don't, then that's none of my business... But before you go anywhere would you mind telling me which direction is the nearest town? Preferably somewhere bigger than this one. I'd hate to have the same wave of mobs potentially destroy that town too and ruin my breakfast."
Javax
The amalgamation of sounds that was the city burning and the inhabitants screaming was loud enough to mask most noises which would make sneaking up on him at this point somewhat easy. Though, with the mobs being there already, he already had his guard on. "Do you know what happened here?" the voice of the woman addressing him pierced his ears as he slowly turned his head to meet her gaze. Except there wasn't a gaze to meet as she had blindfolded her eyes. She had a shorter stature and paler skin. Was she some sort of magic forest ranger? Whatever the case was, he was prepared to use his ender pearls to get away if she seemed hostile. He was not really drunk enough to want blood on his hands just yet. "Well, one of the villagers lit a torch but forgot that they left it in the barn which caused a fire and the mobs just popped up after the town wizard fell downt he stairs and dropped his zombie eggs!" He exclaimed in an exaggerated tone, with him then looking at her briefly before returning to his normal uninterested monotone and turning back to the fire, the light illuminating his face. "A five year old could tell you what happened. The villagers couldn't defend themselves from mobs."
A loud, high pitched scream from the girl screaming for her mother earlier gained his attention. Glad I'm not closer to that... I still need my eardrums.. He bit down on the rotten flesh one more time before pocketing it, with him barely being able to force it down. "You should go help her or something if you care enough. If you don't, then that's none of my business... But before you go anywhere would you mind telling me which direction is the nearest town? Preferably somewhere bigger than this one. I'd hate to have the same wave of mobs potentially destroy that town too and ruin my breakfast."
Javax
Seniju_Anele
🌙 Forever Sleepy~ 🌙
𝐀𝐭𝐢𝐲𝐚𝐦𝐚 𝐈𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐖𝐡𝐲𝐭𝐢𝐧
| I'm the last of them left. Irady Whytin |
Stoic. It's what Atiyama was, and would continue to be. He tried to stop his sobs. He controlled his hitched breaths, which seemed to work, as his whimpering grew quieter and quieter until it was but a whisper, and finally just ceased. Yet, his successful attempt to stop crying like a child didn't exactly heal his emotional distress. What would, anyhow? He had seen his caretaker since age thirteen burn as though he was shoved into a burning furnace and saw a girl crying over her dead mother. What a day.
That's when he saw the figure approaching and froze in fear. His hitched breaths became more panic-stricken ones. Monster. Monster. MONSTER. A monster murdered his father and torched his shop, and a monster was the thing he'd get revenge on. He saw the girl was now near him, and swinging a stick violently at him and the supposed 'monster.' Despite her attempts at causing him physical harm, Atiyamam had an instinct to put her out of 'harms' way and struck an arm in front of her. He had to find a way to keep the zombie, skeleton, whatever the figure was.
And when what he thought was a monster put its arms up in peace, Atiyama felt imbecilic. That was another human, who might've suffered the same losses he and the girl did. Upon him speaking his q, the sorcerer jumped- it was odd, hearing talking when for a bit all he'd heard was the crackling of flames and his own sobs added to the girl's screams. His eyes flitted for a second before he made eye contact with the male. 'I'm okay." He said, trying to mask the true tragedy he felt wracking his body. "I'm not exactly sure she is." He said.
He realized the girl looked almost feral, and he flinched, backing away. "I...it doesn't seem safe to be near her." He said, his breath hitching in a mixture of anxiety and pity. The girl most certainly was only reacting violently due to the loss of her mother, at least that's what he assumed- maybe she was just like that? But, he doubted it. People were not naturally so violent and almost impulsive, he noticed. There was a tension in the air, not even he could describe it. Maybe it was the sudden change in the air of sadness to an air of intensity.
He felt like he needed to run before things got worse than they already were. Then again, dead parents and guardians and a feral girl couldn't end much more badly than he originally anticipated...
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Shiyonichi
The Edgelord
Aran took a deep breath and walked forwards then put a firm hand on the panicking alchemist’s shoulder. “Do not worry. I’ll keep you both safe, I will protect you.“ The Knight of the Skies removed his hand, as he wasn’t going to protect just the young man and turn his back on the child, he was going to protect them both.
Aran looked towards the girl, he had been in many battles and quite unfortunately been backstabbed many times. If one good thing came out of those experiences is that it had a honed an observant eye for weaponry and other dangerous items. He had quickly spotted the breaking potions of harming and identified the danger. He need to remove them to protect the child’s life, but any sudden movements might turn the situation fatal. There was only one option in this situation. Aran called upon the winds once more. Not too gentle, so that it wouldn’t be able to pick up the splash potions or not too strong, so that break the bottle on contact or harm the girl, it was something not something an average air magic user was capable of, but Aran wasn’t your average air mage. The winds picked up the bottles from the girl’s hip and sent it flying 7 blocks away, beyond the 4 block radius of the splash potions, causing them to shatter harmlessly against the ground.
Aran ate a piece of bread to refill his hunger bar and walked towards the girl as he did said to her. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t protect your village.” He didn’t know if his words would reach the child, but he still had to try. The Knight of the Skies didn’t take a combat stance, he simply kept his arms to his side as he approached the scared child. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t protect your mother.” The Knight took another step. “And I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you from this day.” The Knight of the Skies took another step. “You are free to hit me all you like if it makes you feel better.” The Knight of the Skies stood still in the child’s range, bracing himself, before saying. “Just know that I am not here to hurt you. I am here to keep you safe. You are not alone.”
Aran looked towards the girl, he had been in many battles and quite unfortunately been backstabbed many times. If one good thing came out of those experiences is that it had a honed an observant eye for weaponry and other dangerous items. He had quickly spotted the breaking potions of harming and identified the danger. He need to remove them to protect the child’s life, but any sudden movements might turn the situation fatal. There was only one option in this situation. Aran called upon the winds once more. Not too gentle, so that it wouldn’t be able to pick up the splash potions or not too strong, so that break the bottle on contact or harm the girl, it was something not something an average air magic user was capable of, but Aran wasn’t your average air mage. The winds picked up the bottles from the girl’s hip and sent it flying 7 blocks away, beyond the 4 block radius of the splash potions, causing them to shatter harmlessly against the ground.
Aran ate a piece of bread to refill his hunger bar and walked towards the girl as he did said to her. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t protect your village.” He didn’t know if his words would reach the child, but he still had to try. The Knight of the Skies didn’t take a combat stance, he simply kept his arms to his side as he approached the scared child. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t protect your mother.” The Knight took another step. “And I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you from this day.” The Knight of the Skies took another step. “You are free to hit me all you like if it makes you feel better.” The Knight of the Skies stood still in the child’s range, bracing himself, before saying. “Just know that I am not here to hurt you. I am here to keep you safe. You are not alone.”
HEARTS: 10 HUNGER: 9.5
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Vagabond Spectre
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