Fantasy The Rising of Mystica

[Sherlockian]

Stood on the fringe of trees just outside of the village stood Anwen. She regarded her home silently, her deep moss coloured eyes scanning for any signs of disturbance. Since the crack of dawn she had stationed herself here, only moving to patrol every half an hour. On her hip hung her short sword and slung across her narrow back sat her beautiful bow and quiver of hand-carved arrows. She had tied her mane of wavy brown hair into a tight braid, but strands had fallen free and curled around her face. The gentle breeze blew them across her face as the morning sun beat steadily on her skin. Impatiently she brushed them away with a slender hand.


Glancing at the sun briefly, she decided that she should probably check in with Angie. As she stepped towards the village, a shriek from above startled her. Jerking her head upwards, she narrowed her eyes. Above her she could see the form of a large bird, twisting and soaring. Rolling her eyes, she whistled long and low. The bird shrieked again and dove towards her. Anwen simply outstretched at arm. The claws of the falcon dug into the leather arm brace that she wore as the bird settled with a flap of his wings. Giving him a rare smile, she soothed him by stroking his back softly. Vern, as she had named him, was her constant companion. The bird had come to her six months previously with a broken wing. Anwen had tended and cared for him until he was healed. He had not left her since. Transferring the sleek bird to her shoulder, she adjusted her jacket.


Quickly, Anwen headed towards the village, her destination the town centre. As she weaved through the buildings, her leather boots made no noise on the soft ground. It was for this reason that she was able to enter unnoticed in the centre. As she did, she came across the scene that many were watching and whispering about in hushed voices. Pushing her way through the crowd, she frowned at the sight of a newcomer seemingly picking a fight with one of the guards. Coleman. Vern picked that moment to take off from her shoulder with shriek, up into the air and perched on a nearby roof.


"Is there a problem?" Anwen's clear and cold voice echoed around the streets. Stepping forwards, she narrowed her eyes somewhat as the stranger entered the Inn. Approaching Coleman and the others, she placed a hand on the hilt of her sword.


"Do you want me to dispatch of him?" She was only half joking when she glanced at her fellow guards.

 

[XxLuluxX]

Coleman Anders


At first he glanced toward Collem, answering his question with a slight disgruntled roll of his eyes. "A twat is who he is." The guard muttered, crossing his arms with a darkening frown. "Can't find the head guard apparently. Must be blind. She's the tallest, angriest woman the worlds ever met. I could see her coming from a mile away, and trust me when I say I'd run like the hounds of hell were on my heels."




Yet twas when he turned slightly to the left, he noticed the approaching figure. Anwen. Newbie, not so bad to be honest. He could almost see her being the future head of guard, but that would be when he was off in some stupid war. After all this would only be a quick placement.
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"Well if you wouldn't mind stopping his ability to reproduce, I think that would be sufficient." Cole replied, a twitch of his lips showing a joking side to his statement. "Said we have a bug problem. But im quite alright with the arachnids. If they get too close, you shoo them away. Yet killing every piece of nature that tries to harm you, is like trying to drown a fish. Can't be done... Not to mention he's a cocky twat." Cole added in a low tone.

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@DanishKreddi @Sherlockian​

 

[DanishKreddi]

''Another twat?'' He says scratching at his jaw, the root of his beard instantly feeling better. ''Seems that everyone you meet is a right I'm uncultured, huh?'' He says with a smile, poking fun at Coleman about the best start to guard duty. ''Eitherway, try and be less noisy about it or people will begin calling you a twat.'' Collem says hinting at the few people that stopped their duties to look at him. Without waiting for his answer he returns to his corner at the inn, indifferent about the people watching.

 

[Sherlockian]

Anwen listened to Coleman, a small smirk playing on her lips as she did. The young woman surprisingly liked her elder guard and held a lot of respect for the man. She knew that there were darker things in his past than she dared even think about, but she would never raise any questions about it. It was not Anwen's style to pry into the business of others. With a lift of her shoulders, she pulled a face as she glanced at the Inn where the man had disappeared into.


Anwen opened her mouth to comment that she was sure that she could prevent him reproducing in more than one way when Collem spoke up. Frowning at his response, she briefly shook her head at the words that left his mouth. Although she understood what he was hinting at, she did not agree with him. Coleman had every right to stand up for himself, he was a guard after all. But Anwen was not outspoken towards her fellows and therefore kept it firmly shut until Collem had left.


"I do not think that bugs are the issue in this village..." She jerked her head towards the Inn, a small smile tugging at her lips. "...However I do think we just developed a vermin infestation. We shall need to keep an eye on him. I imagine trouble dogs his every step. Have you seen Angie this morning?"


@XxLuluxX @DanishKreddi

 

[XxLuluxX]

Coleman Anders


He chuckled at Collem's response, shaking his head amusedly. "You know I'll never shut up for anyone Col. Keep on dreaming." Coleman turned back toward Anwen after Collem departed, rubbing his jaw with the slightest of shrugs. "I don't think the kid understands 'Respecting your elders'- Not that im especially old. No grey in this hair so far" Anders grinned. Yet even at the grand age of twenty five, Cole felt as if he was a hundred years over. Some memories could dramatically age a man. Some could destroy one.


"Vermin infestation? I like that one." He replied with a short nod of agreement. "I can see the likeness between the two. Amazing really. As for keeping an eye on him? I must agree. He seems a little dodgy." The guard glared in the direction of the inn, before hearing her next question. "Last time I saw Angie she was up at...The toffs- I mean Lords. The Lords house, mansion, home. Whatever one calls it. Damn man missed his last sword lesson, and you can bet Angie is going to get him for that one. I wouldn't like to be in his shoes."



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@DanishKreddi @Sherlockian

 

[Sherlockian]

Anwen's stormy grey eyes regarded Coleman for a few moments. It always struck her that there seemed to be a burden holding him down, as though he held the whole weight of the world on his broad shoulders. A wave of sympathy rushed through Anwen, a feeling most unlike her. She could see that there was more going on beneath the cold exterior. She could relate to that. Pain changed people. Memories haunted her and caused her to retreat into herself, she could only imagine with his past that it was even worse. Mentally shaking herself, Anwen closed off her emotions again. It is just easier that way. It's better not to feel anything about anyone. You'll just get hurt. She reminded herself brutally.


"You are not old." It was not said comfortingly, but simply as a statement. Anwen could be blunt at times. However, the comment about Angie brought a rare smile to her face and even a chuckle from her lips. "Well I hope that Angie is putting the little Lord through his paces. Heaven only knows he needs to be knocked down a few pegs." Despite never showing it, she actually really liked the head of the guard. Angie was a fierce and forceful woman and one couldn't ask for a better leader. She was one of the few people that Anwen listened to and followed orders from without question. It was clear that Angie was always destined to be in control, it came so naturally to her.


Nodding her head, Anwen peered around the town centre again, glaring at some of the remaining lurkers. Averting their eyes, many returned to their duties. Most of the village knew of the girl with the bow and arrow, many had raised her as their own, but they were still frightened of her.


"Would you mind practising with me?" She asked, flickering her eyes to Coleman again. "You know I'm trying to improve my skill with the sword, I still cannot best most opponents and you are far more patient with me than Angie is."


@XxLuluxX

 

[CalamariDaddy]

Damon was never one to like the bright and early mornings. But hey, he was finally in a village and away from the rather intimidating wilderness. He moved some ways away from the merchant stalls to a patch of grass, where he assumed he'd avoid most of the hustle and bustle. He carefully took off his cloak after setting down his bag, laying it flat on the grass much like a blanket or towel. Reaching into his bag, he brought out a couple of goods ranging from some common stuff to more peculiar objects. Beads, feathers from rarer birds, wolf pelts, a steel sword that hummed with energy. Though what stood out the most on his display was a row of brightly colored gems, a vivid blue and with an undertone of purple that seemed to swirl underneath the surface. Damon set those down with care, hands trembling slightly before he had the crystals in a neat row. "Perfect." He muttered before relaxing, glancing around the village and waiting for maybe a single customer or none.


@Anyone

 

[XxLuluxX]

Coleman Anders


"I may not be old in body, but by god am I starting to sound like one of those old veterans in the tavern. My youth this, this war that." He smiled lazily. But it was weak, nothing gave it the life one might expect. Soon his smile dropped, as if thinking of something. And by the gods he was. Eyes blankly staring ahead, with an empty ebony hue.





Screaming. It gave shivers to the very core of your being. The sound of men being pulled apart. Death. It was death. It was nothing. Standing there in a field awash with crimson, its red sheen staining each living thing whom stood on that scarlet grass. It was winter, a cold frost puckering foreheads and shrivelling hands crisp. The corpses were ice. All ice. Glass eyes stared up into the grey skies. Stormy clouds filling the horizon as dawn readied her melancholy army. Was this a victory to be proud of? Or was it one to mourn.

He snapped back into the present with a surprised look, blinking away what had interrupted his vision. Anwen.




"We can only hope the Lord shall wisen up by the time he hits middle age" Cole nodded, a smirk pulling his lips once again whilst sorting out one of his armour buckles; as if brushing off freezing up for no reason. Yet at her next request, he glanced up toward her. "Of course. It'll be my pleasure. Angie hasn't got any patience to begin with. She doesn't train many apart from Mr high and mighty. Then again, with a man like that, I'd loose my patience too." The comment was light hearted, a laugh once more escaping in a rich tone- Faked? Possibly. "But in any case. Since today looks good, and we haven't got any pests around- I see why not. What parts do you mostly find yourself failing at? Defensive or offensive? I could make the lesson top heavy on either"



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@Sherlockian

 

[Sherlockian]

When Coleman froze up, Anwen stared at him in confusion. Frowning, her eyebrows knitted together, forming one line. Her gentle pink lips pursed with a question that she did not allow to escape her mouth. It was over so quickly, but it was not lost on her. Opting to ignore the episode for Coleman's sake more than her own, she listened with attention, nodding her head only slightly.


Anwen graced him with a genuine smile when he agreed to help her train. It was brief, but it lit up her entire face for a few seconds. In those moments, she looked like the youngster that she was, carefree and gentle. All of the worries and hardship disappeared in an instant. And then it returned, her face turning impassive. A curt nod as she thought about her current strategies. As a young girl she had learnt swiftly with a bow and arrow, trained by her father. The thoughts were painful, but she forced herself to relive them. Her father knew that the sword was her weaker choice of weapon, but he had trained her nonetheless. It was true, she could wield a blade effectively, but her defence had always been weak.


Jerking her head towards an open space that lay just outside of the village centre, she gestured for Coleman to follow her. "My defence is far weaker than my offensive. I can take my adversaries by surprise because they assume I am weak and vulnerable." shrugging her slim shoulders, she allowed a dry chuckle to leave her lips. "I guess being small has it's benefits. As long as I strike quickly and remain on the offensive I am a good swordsman...swordswoman. However, if they return the offensive then my defence is poor. I struggle to regain the upper hand."


Anwen paused briefly to peer cautiously at a trader who had set up a blanket covered in glittering gems, with swirling depths and sharp edges. Curiosity got the better of her and besides, it was her duty to ensure that the village was safe wasn't it?


"What are these?" She demanded in her hardest voice, leaving no room for the trader to avoid answering her question.


@Majarkhon

 

[Spazzycat101]

Adelia Grove
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Stationed in the branches of a low, sweeping tree, Adelia motionlessly flicked her gaze eagerly between a plump, brown rabbit, and a shrub of particularly juicy blackberries. Slowly, the fuzzy creature neared the bush, its nose twitching wildly with the scent of ripe fruit, and hardly a moment later, it disappeared into a momentary flurry of leaves and branches. Barely seconds into the struggle, it found itself unable to move, its legs and body were entwined helplessly in thin, creeper-like vines. The girl shrouded in green suddenly sprang into action herself, landing deftly among the leaves with near silence. This sent the rabbit into another struggling seizure, at least until Adelia gently took it and cut its throat with her knife. With a sweep of her hand through the air, the vines clutching the creature slipped away, almost reluctantly, and crept back into a think, undetectable trap wound round the branches of the bush. Adelia didn't like to use traps that caused the prey pain before it died, so she simply relied on her own. They were natural, too!





After securing the catch to her side with another rope of green, she set off to her camp. It wasn't much like a home, but it was a more permanent camp than some people could make. The grey of dawn had finally brightened, the morning chill seeping away, the cold morning light illuminating the hut of (living) leaves and twigs leaning and growing against one long, thick branch, held by two forked trees. Across the small clearing, from the pile of twigs and wood held aloft and dry atop a grid of thicker vines, Adelia mustered a flame from the cold ash of the stone-edged firepit, centered almost perfectly among everything else. She glanced toward yet another living wooden structure, what looked like the skeleton of another, flat-roofed hut, but from the lateral rows of wood hung a few other various pieces of skinned game. Some also were rabbits, but others included small birds and rodents, and even a wild turkey, though it was scrawny for its kind. Most were already cooked, but Adelia decided that today would be one for a fresh breakfast. From a pyramid of three, long branches was hung today's catch, cooking over the fire.





The girl wandered aimlessly about her camp, waiting for the rabbit to be finished cooking. She busied herself with tedious activities, such as fleshing the rabbit's pelt and hanging it to dry, quickly mashing a few berries from the baskets she had collected to make a makeshift sauce for her meal, and other things. Such as sleeping.

 

[CalamariDaddy]

"Well isn't someone a little demanding?" Damon spoke smoothly, voice deep and accompanied with a charming smile. "I joke, I joke. Alright so these..." He picked up a single gem, his hand beginning to tremble from the power contained within. "These are soul gems. Usually I stumble upon some folk who really want, let's say, an enchanted sword. But hey, they may not have the gold for it. But there's an easy way to get around that." The merchant's grin grew more sinister as he unsheathed his dagger, the hilt as black as 11:59 PM. Not quite as dark as midnight, but pretty close. "I strike up a little deal with them. If I can get their soul into one of these gems, they can have any one of my wares they desire. Just cut the patron's finger, and press a little blood to the gem. But what's the catch, you're wondering? Well, nothing instantaneous. The person can go about their normal lives even if it seems their soul is trapped inside here. But when they die, they don't go to whatever other afterlives are out there. They're gonna be stuck in little gem world." He gave a soft laugh, setting the gem down. "But you know, live now, pay later..." He trailed off, lips still quirked in his trademark smile.


@Sherlockian

 

[Trombone Geek]

Jackie eventually finished going around the marketplace, only obtaining a few things: the dagger she had caught sight of first, the pendant, and an ancient mirror whose glass needed repairing, but the ornate and twisting silver designs rimming the glass made it quite the eye-catcher. The mirror had been the most expensive, but Jackie still had quite a bit left.


:Well, look at that..: Hazelmere drew her host's attention to a merchant who had set up on a blanket in the grass, and the gems and the hum of magic drew Jackie's eyes as well. Ignoring the guard that had stormed over there, Jackie made her way across as well, waving at the merchant but otherwise leaving him and the guard alone as she studied the goods. She was so distracted that she cut out his voice when he spoke about paying with one's soul. @Majarkhon


A stranger, draped in a fine black coat that seemed in no way practical for traveling--although it was, lined with the fur of some beast on the inside that kept the wearer quite warm--walked quietly through a village, grey-blue eyes studying her surroundings although she was obviously focused on her thoughts. Sashe Whitaker was someone well-known for her work, doing anything from wiping out simple bandits to chasing down werewolves or other creatures that were causing trouble. Some even whispered about the Shadow Knights she had killed, although she would usually go missing for a few days after each time to recover.


Sashe's last job had turned bloody when she encountered a vampire, and while it had taken quite a toll on her, a fact shown by the fresh scar that now crossed over her shoulder in a jagged line that ended on her collarbone, she had recovered as always and returned to the job. She was jolted out of her thoughts when a dagger flew out of an alleyway, heading straight for her head. Sashe didn't unsheathe her sword to block it, but hardly moved, choosing to duck. The dagger whizzed over her head, burying itself in the wooden frame of a home, vibrating with the impact. Sashe didn't even turn, but continued walking.


Her attacker grew frustrated immediately at his miss, and charged out of the shadows wielding nothing but a shortsword. Sashe didn't once unsheathe her sword, not even then, but sidestepped his sloppy swing and kicked him upside the jaw.


"Leave me be," a cold voice growled, and Sashe moved to swing her foot into the man's side, sending him to the ground. She didn't apologize, offer to help him up, or even disarm him. If he wanted to die, he would attack her again, and he knew that; so he scampered off to wherever he had come from, and Sashe continued into the village, coming to the main square. She surveyed the people, and she froze when she caught sight of an individual, a shopper, with black hair not unlike Sashe's own.


Sashe could feel the sick energy coming from the girl that just screamed Shadow Knight. But as long as the girl caused no harm, Sashe couldn't attack her, and wouldn't. Instead, she turned towards the large building that was the inn, walking inside and immediately turning around when she caught sight of the mass of people within. She chose instead to lean against the wall, watching the village, and waited until the sun would set and the inn would clear out for a while before the night's drinkers flocked in. @anyone

 

[Alterius]

Zan Sozen

Zan could only hold his tongue and bear the tongue-lashing he received from Angie knowing it was well earned. "I know I know, I'm sorry." Apologizing was the most he could do, not that it slowed her down. Moving straight to his morning "lesson" as he liked to call it Zan rapidly absorbed the information that shot from Angie's mouth like the bullets of a machine gun. "Ok Priestess of Notiss arriving in a week to oversee Lucian and Alexis' wedding. We will send out a welcoming party on the last day make a little extra protection won't hurt." Zan paused when she mentioned Coleman, "The one that calls troublemakers twats? I kinda like him...I'll go check in, I wanted to see how everyone was doing anyways." Zan paused again as Angie continued the "lesson", "Right, I'll be more prompt..as for the training I'll be there as soon as I have finished checking on the villagers and meeting with Jocelyn. Keep up the good work and...Please...stop calling me Lord Zan...just Zan will do...I don't think I've earned my father's title for myself yet..." As Angie slipped into the guardhouse he sighed, "That woman is a force of nature...and I get to encounter another one next...." Zan walked toward the town square immediately noticing the the massive net with a ten foot tall spider in it as well as the trail behind it. His face was a mix of confusion and awe, looking around he noticed Anwen and Coleman. "Two birds with one stone." He muttered, and walked over smiling and waving, Anwen was a determined and dutiful guard she had great skill in archery like himself and honestly was likely to be his first choice for future head guard should anything happen to Angelique. Coleman was an admittedly surly fellow that while unsociable was also a dedicated guard who had earn both Zan's and his father's respect. "Morning! Er...noon, how's everything going so far, any trouble??"

@XxLuluxX @Sherlockian

Theross Blackbane

Theross nodded a thank you before taking the rest of his gold and heading upstairs.. As much as he'd like to sleep he knew he wouldn't sleep well, nor would it be recommended. So finding his room he quickly washed himself and his clothes using a small bit magic to dry them off with his wind rune. Theross while far from better felt refreshed enough to venture back into the square, he needed food and wanted to familiarize himself with the layout of the town..just in case. He had heard everything the guards had said about him, devoting his attention to it. He couldn't lie and act like it didn't hurt, yes he wasn't very nice but still they knew nothing of him yet found it reasonable to decide he was an idiot despite the fact that he did save them from a very real threat. He grumbled to himself "Damn idiot...if they weren't a threat to the town I wouldn't have fucking killed them...." Theross let a rather feral growl slip past his lips and Razorwing rattled he blades reacting to his frustration. Taking a breath the young man walked downstairs reminding himself to buy oil and wax to do some maintenance on Blackbane. Enchanted or not it was still a blade that needed to be kept clean and sharp in order to stay effective, and Theross liked to keen his weapons keen with honed blades. Heading out of his room he locked the door behind him and pocketed the key. Walking downstairs he nodded to the innkeeper before stepping outside and approaching the vendors asking around for oil and wax.
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[animegirl20]

Jessica decided to put the extra flowers she had in a vase. She went to fine a clean face then she took her basket of flowers and vase to the window. Then she sat the vase in front of the window and put the flowers in them and arranged them. She watched as people came in out as she. She also noticed the guy from before and there seem to be something going on with the guard. She shrugged and decided to forget about it. After she was done with the flowers she walked up to Melinda. "Gooday Melinda is there anything you need me to do? " She looked around then back at her waiting for a response.


@LaDyGrEy

 

[Spazzycat101]

Adelia Grove


After an hour or two, the rabbit seemed to be done cooking. As soon as Adelia identified it as so, she took it from the fire and took the tough, cooked flesh from the bone. It was rather dry, but the berry 'marmalade' she had made earlier helped fix that. A nice, warm breakfast of rabbit with raspberry mash, with a side of blackened serpent ivy--the plant she had utelized as a snare and rope, also edible, and rather delicious when cooked.


When she had finished her meal and was cleaning up, she tossed the bone into a growing pile to potentially trade to superstitious mystics and the like, or those who could craft them into tools, or whoever would take them when she decided to go into town. Still gnawing on a crunchy strand of ivy, she gathered various seeds and leaves to take with her into the town, should she wish to use them for whatever reason. After snuffing out the remnants of the fire with her boot, Adelia struck out in the direction of the town. It was a small bit north-west of her-- she had built her camp like a huge compass, her hut on the western side of the clearing. While she stepped speedily over roots and brushed branches out of her way from yards away, the only noise she made was that like the rustling of wind, accompanied by the crunch of her snack.
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Finally, by around the time of noon, she reached the adorable village and its busy streets, inns and shops and streets lined with traveling merchants. A simply little town full of simple people, holding few of those who had enough of life behind them to tell a half hour's worth of stories. She gazed solemnly over the crowds, bartering and begging. Her eyes finally landed upon a few people, crowded about one man selling wares off of a blanket! It seemed that, in this tiny town, one mustn't need a fine cart or booth, if your product was interesting, that would attract enough attention.

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On second thought, two of the people there were similarly armored and armed. Perhaps they were of the town's assembly of guards, should it have one? She might not be very personable, but what harm would a glance do? ​

She stumbled her way into the flowing crowd, having to dodge and push her way about to get through. Finally, she was within earshot of the small group, but couldn't catch a thing that was said. She stepped to the side of the street, where there were fewer people to accidentally stumble into and where she could look over whatever was being exchanged. When her eyes fell upon the row of deep, foggy crystals, they were difficult to look at. Her eyes blinked a few times and she shivered, but she was drawn to inspecting them from afar. It was difficult to focus her vision on them, as if they were too bright to look at, such as the sun. They did not seem to glow, however. At least from the angle at which she stood.

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[StoneyJr]

Raiden Stjórn


Didn't take much longer than 5 minutes for Raiden to make his way into the centre of the town, and stop near the merchant's stalls. He saw familiar faces, as he did almost everyday, setting up their own trinkets, foods and other wares.


Around the square were a few guards amongst other townsfolk, all walking around and travelling where they needed to go. It was a very homely little place to be, a little quiet, but nice none the less.


Raiden started setting up a few smaller trinkets, and some larger, on his stall even though mostly it was his salt and spices that made him money. He made a steady income from his wares which was all he needed for now. Food, taxes, and a little extra for a rainy day.


Along the front of his stalls were small satchels, little bags and other useful day-to-day items that people were always in need of. And nearest to him were a couple pelts he'd bought from one of the many passing hunters that came and went. There were a few thick brown furs that were good to keep someone warm, and three silvery furs, much thinner, but could be made into some rather stylish clothing.


He didn't have anything fantastical, or whimsical. Not even remotely interesting in fact. But he got his business not from people that wanted to be powerful or rich, but from people who needed his items in their lives. Not a particularly glamerous lifestyle, but a lifestyle none the less.


Looking down from one of the many rooftops of the town square was Barnabus, Raiden's most trusted companion, and friend. His wings were neatly folded by his sides, his curved, black beak glistening in the sunlight as he watched his partner setting up his stalls. It wasn't often he was needed when Raiden was at work, but on occasion he was known to use some of his magic to...sway a customer's decision.

 

[XxLuluxX]

Coleman Anders


He glanced toward the merchant, whom had found himself in Anwen's darker graces. "Come on now An, leave him be. As for the training, it seems we'll be going on the defensive strategies concerning your confidence over them. Let's be on our way before you happen to do something regrettable, eh?"





But Cole hadn't forgotten her smile. A true one at that. Sometimes it surprised him to know that she really was only twenty one years of age. She was a mystery, the only clues to herself she left to be treasured. To know one step further, about the cold exterior of the guardswoman was an accomplishment.




With a hand placed on her shoulder, he began to pull her away and towards the training grounds, till a rather unexpected figure approached. Lord Zan. Coleman stiffened upright, a military stance whilst holding himself with a sturdy gait. "Absolutely fine Lord. Simply accomplishing routine patrols and training exercises. I hope Ms. Angelique didn't get too angered about missing your swordsmanship lesson. Sir." He added on the end as sign of respect. The guards shoulders had been drawn back tightly, hands clasped behind his back.
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@Sherlockian @Alterius

 

[Sherlockian]

Anwen narrowed her swirling eyes in distaste ad the explanation began to unravel. Her stomach twisted and churned at the thought of those gems containing someone's soul. Surely a soul was what made a person? How could one live without it? Feeling sick, she nodded her head at Coleman, who was making an effort to lead her away from the trader. Anwen's mind flickered to her father, his vibrant and cheerful personality trapped forever in a piece of rock.


"Now block it Anwen."


On light feet the little wisp of a girl darted from reach, lifting her arm and blocking the oncoming blow with her forearm. Of course, her father had never intended it to hit her with any force, but she stopped it nonetheless. Smiling at his daughter, he closed the distance and swept her up into his arms.


"You are learning fast little bird." He praised as he held her tightly. Anwen giggled as he tickled her belly, wrapping her arms around his neck.





No. Anwen knew that her father had passed on. She felt it in her fibre of her being. He was gone from the world, not trapped in one of those hideous things.


"It's barbaric." she muttered as she allowed Coleman to lead her away. Snapping out of her trance she was suddenly aware of their abrupt stop. Full of anger and ready to pretty much attack the next person to look at her wrong, she jerked her head up. Only to come face to face with the Lord.


Bowing her head respectfully again, she blushed only slightly. "Nothing to report on the outside of the village either." She said stiffly, keeping her tone as neutral as possible. She smirked at Coleman's light attempt at conversation with the Lord.


"We were just heading to train ourselves if you wished go accompany us. I'm sure we could both show each other some tricks with a bow." Anwen knew that he was an equally good marksman as her, but she'd give anything to show him up.


@Markj

 

[LaDyGrEy]

Melinda looked up from behind the Inn's bar, still rocking the baby for the couple. "Oh hello my dear! Good morning to you, and in fact you could stay by the front of the Inn today, register the men and women that leave and come in, also nice touch with the flowers," she gave a soft chuckle to Jessica as Melinda closed her eyes and sent a happy dream to the child in her arms.


"A wondrous morning is it not?" Melinda smiled as she rocked the baby and the parents came down again, refreshed and ready.


"Thank you Melinda," was all the new mother said before they settled down in the corner on a wooden chair.


"How's your side job then my dear?" She asked making small talk.


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Tristan grabbed the metal which had been situated over/in the fire and begun to hammer it into shape. The loud clanging of metal resonated down and up the street, daggers to sell, shields, swords, the lot.


"How enjoyable," he sniffed the air, hid heightened senses smelling all new smells this morning.

 

[Spazzycat101]

Adelia Grove


As the two guards parted from inspecting the odd crystals, Adelia broke her gaze from them as well. She looked up just in time to see the two approach another figure, who seemed to walk with authority in their step. She only barely caught his title-- lord. Hm, so this little village was more organized that she had presumed it to be. So that was who ran this quaint place. She adopted an expression of exasperation, a bit surprised that the lord of a place would be as young as the apparent one before them. Her curiosity was piqued, but she wouldn't intend to make herself very well-known yet, if at all.


A moment later, she felt a... dying sensation. Gazing past the crowd, she was able to see a girl trying to sell stems of severed flowers. Adelia's face darkened, and she brushed clumsily past the lord and company to speak with that girl about uprooting flowers.
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[DanishKreddi]

Collem had been watching her for a short while. Not often strangers walk into town wearing armor like that, especially not a woman. She seems friendly enough either way, Collem allowing himself to pick his nose as he's leaning against a wall.


It's only as her face grows serious he quickly stands back up, moving in a hurried walk to intercept her before she reaches the lord. His confusion only grows as she moves on further, seeming to travel towards the other side of the market.


He stops just shortly, looking confused, before following her standing just a bit behind so he is close enough to interrupt if she is up to no good.

 

[Bishop The Corgi]

"Three... Two... One... Push!" Oliver said to himself as he pushed a body over into one of his extra large cabinet drawers for safe keeping before dusting the dead man it Mint leaves. "That should mask the scent..." He mumbled as he shut and locked the cabinet drawer up. Not five minutes ago the corpse had been trying to rob Ollie for all he was worth in the Wolves Den Oddity Store and now the body was locked away in a drawer for dinner in the future. Ollie grabbed a black cloth and began polishing the knife he threw into the mans head to get the blood off it. He grumbled as he sheathed the small blade with its brothers and looked back at the drawer. "... Yeah... It's not cannibalism if I'm a werewolf... Still can't be too careful." He said as he walked out of his storage room and into the main part of his store. He looked around at the empty shop and wondered who'd show up today.


Oliver sold all kinds of trinkets and charms along with miscellaneous potions and weapons... His shop was like an old school pawn shop. Regardless of the inventory, the shop was popular and had a great number of customers who Come looking for weapons, potions, or lucky charms... Some Come to trade in cursed items which Ollie kept locked up in the back. But today was slow. So far the only visitor was the robber who was currently dead and lying in a storage room drawer... No one else. Oliver tightened his bandana and sat down behind the counter. "Uhg... Today is so slow!" He said as he started rummaging around behind the counter. "Come on where is it! I need a drink... Ah! Gotcha!" Ollie pulled a flask out from under the counter and immediately took a drink. "Much better." He said as he kicked his feet up on the counter. "Wolves Den Oddites is open for the day!" He said as he leaned back and took a huge swing from his flask. Unfortunately for Oliver, he leaned back to far and tumbled straight backwards onto the floor. He lay there, his head spinning. "That was *hic* fun..." He said as he stood up oddly, the booze taking effect already. "Where's *hic* the usual excitement?" He asked hims of as he sat down again waiting for a customer to make there way to his shop.


@anyone

 

[animegirl20]

Jessica nodded when she asked her to at the front to register the men and women who wanted to stay. "No problem." She moved out of the way as the mother came for her baby. Jessica sighed as she watch the woman walk out. It made her think of her mother. She shook her head to get rid of the thought then turned her attention back to Melinda. "It's going fine but it was a little slow today."


@LaDyGrEy

 

[Spazzycat101]

Adelia Grove





By the time Adelia had made it to the place from which the girl had been selling the flowers, she was busy with someone else. Therefore, she discreetly, brushed her fingertip against a petal of one flower as if to inspect it, and soon the bloom began to grow. Adelia quickly glanced around before swiftly swiping the flower from its place in the basket and setting the bottom of its severed stem against the cobbled ground, and watched as thin roots began to snake between the stones. Soon, the single flower had spread forth several green arms, new flowers reaching out and blooming within seconds, forming an impressive tangle of buds and blossoms rooted in the road.
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[DanishKreddi]

Collem walks up behind the stranger, watching her as she plants the flower. It's a neat trick, the flower growing flowers around itself, yet Collem wasn't in a mood to appreciate magic tricks today. ''People usually pay for the flowers before they take 'em.'' His voice was the usual monotone, not bothering with trying to make himself sound commanding or intimidating. Eyes small bags under them, having gotten little slap last night, standing straight with a spear casually in his hand.