Turmoil

[RobinDenstro]

The air was cold. The world was dark. In such a short time, the spark of life was snuffed, and replaced by the smoldering coals of what once was.


Around where you now stand is the ruins of what appears to be an old human village. The corpses, though seemingly fresh, are buried under the ashes and debris of the ruined houses and destroyed wagons and carts. Merely passing through, your goal is resources and supplies. Just over the horizon is your current goal; a tower, of quite a bit of importance.


What once was an outpost for war was now means of headquarters for the Nizzel. However, it appears that they've spread away from the tower, arranging what appears to be a patrol of sorts in the area around it; meaning that, though it's harder to hide in the land around it, the tower itself is less defended. And who knows what secrets lie in there now?

 

[Croissant]

-Atlas Relonus, Looking for supplies in a burnt down village-





Atlas walked through the village, searching for supplies he could use. He carries around his short sword on his hand and stays ready. His sword, Vindictus, has a small crack at the bottom and it's hilt is covered with ash. He kicked up some and coughs, it wasn't his intention but he was frustrated. He couldn't find anything, he looked again and found a partially charred piece of bread. He smiles and takes it, he then notices a limp hand that was gripping it. He jumps back, still holding the bread as he dusts it off, he looks around and hopes no one sees him. He puts his hands on the debree and slowly breaks it down. As the ruins of the house slowly fall he looks down, it reminded him too much of his master. A reject like him but they stuck together, he doesn't know where he is now. Most likely dead now, as he broke down some of the planks he only finds burnt food, corpses, and one gauntlet which he dusts off and equips. It was dented slightly but it was better than nothing as he put it on.


Atlas sat down, ash clouding around him as he waved it off. He took small bites of the bread as he looks at what used to be a lively village. It was now a graveyard. He stares at the tower, supposed headquarters of the Nizzel, he remembers the large, dark armored men storming and destroying his home. He stared from a bush but then he turned and ran. Ran until he collapsed, he puts the bread in his small back. The bread still had some ash on it but he still has dusted it off. It left a stale and dry taste in his mouth, he looked at his flask and let only a few drops of water fall down his throat. He spits after he swallows the water, trying to get some of the ash out but decides it's no use.


Atlas stares at his reflection on the dirty blade, he had a grim look, his expression haunted by the memories of the Nizzel. He was scared, scared shitless really. He couldn't handle the fact those things had destroyed so much so easily. How strong and how big they were, it was as if Humanity was ceasing to exist. Which sadly was the case. He sighed "Am I really supposed to be hope..?" he said to himself. He was a coward really, he started walking off, having his first thoughts of suicide in his life. "What the hell am I supposed to do now?" he repeated to himself several times in his mind.

 

[evephy]

xxxxx"No... I don't think there will be any carrots for you in the village, let alone food." Noneta was sitting among the outskirts of some deserted and dead human village, talking with a young rabbit that had chose to accompany her on her no longer lonely journey. His name was Phillip, or just Phil for short. "Fine, fine. I'll go check for you, but I don't want to here you crying if we don't find it." Noneta scooped Phil up and dropped him in the makeshift pocket of her torn dress, allowing him to stick his small head out of the top. "No way! My satchel's for our supplies, not for you to sit in. The last time I put you in there you ate most of our food." She wiped her tear-stained face with the back of her hand and fluttered her wings, her feet slowly lifting off of the ground as she sped forward. "Because of you, I would say our only choice left is to go into that darn tower..." Phillip chose not to reply, cowering in the depths of her pocket. Noneta couldn't blame him. The tower seemed to be the headquarters for the Nizzel, probably home of the very one who killed her suitor in front of her very eyes. She wouldn't even be surprised if the Nizzel were just destroying earth as a meaningless hobby.


xxxxxIt didn't take long for her to set foot on the steps of a house that still managed to stand through the chaos. Well... more like half of a house. The other half had been mysteriously transported-- most likely thrown, to the other side of the deserted village. Noneta entered through a hole in wall, finding that the front door must have been torn off somewhere. She rummaged aimlessly through empty cabinets, finding an abundance of ash and dirt, as well as a surplus of rat droppings. "Looks like we'll be going to bed hungry again Phil...." she muttered, carelessly scanning the last cabinet. All she saw was a pathetic, unharmed bag of salted strips of dried meat before sighing and closing the cabinet. "Wait-" Noneta's eyes lit up as she flung the cabinet door open again, making a bit more noise than she would have liked to, but she didn't care. She had food. Noneta grabbed the bag, resisting every single urge she had to just rip it open and scarf every piece down. "Phil! Phil! I found some food!"


xxxxxThe small rabbit stuck his head out of the pocket, took one glance at the dried meat, and disappointingly returned back to the comforts of the white cloth. "Okay, so your a vegetarian. I'll find some plants to grow for you later, okay?" Noneta herself had been a vegetarian not long before, but after starving for days on end without any luck on finding an edible plant, she finally became desperate enough to try a nibble of some meat, before falling in love with it. She admired the bag greedily. There were enough pieces to last her for the rest of the day and most likely the whole of tomorrow. If she rationed enough of it, she could even survive for a third day with it. Noneta dropped the bag into her satchel and was just about to walk back out of the half-house before she heard the sound of wood breaking.


xxxxxNoneta pulled back from any opening in the house and pressed her back against a wall. The noise sounded like a rather large piece of wood was broken. It could possibly be some person who didn't care for being heard by others looking for firewood, or even a Nizzel out for a little game of "Find the Survivor and Crush Their Skull." Luckily, she was nearby a window, so she was able to see who had been outside, without being easily noticed. Noneta craned her neck to see who it was outside. She hadn't realized how tense she had been until she realized that the source of the noise was just a man, her whole body relaxing at the fact that he wasn't a Nizzel. Noneta noticed some type of bluish streak on the man's skin as she took a closer look. "Fjorn." she whispered to Phillip. "Does he seem like a bad person?" the rabbit looked back up at her, his nose twitching slightly. "Yeah, I'm not sure either..."





(( OoC:// I hope this is okay. If the font is to small, or the color to blinding, go ahead and tell me. ))

 

[Croissant]

-Atlas-


((I thought they only had a Blue mark not bluish skin .-.))


Atlas noticed a bit of a long "clack" and then a faint but high pitched voice in the distance. He looked around and wondered where it was from. He sighed and looked at his old piece of bread. Putting it back in his pocket as he walked on, his feet were tired and he didn't even know where to go. He suddenly felt the presence of someone watching him, he was becoming a bit paranoid. He saw something move slightly on the house where the noise had come from. He walked to it slowly, getting a bit more tense with each step. "Hello...?" he said. He was a bit worried it was a hiding Nizzel but Nizzel's were huge and would probably chase him down and kill him. He continued to step forward, his sword ready. He waited at the entrance and threw a pebble inside "Hello...?" he asked again.


Atlas shook slightly from being nervous he scratched his head absently and threw another pebble in. He looked at himself, he was covered in ashes. His feet were so tired he kind of dragged them as he walked. He shakily held his sword, not in the mood or with the energies to use his lance. He kept waiting for an answer, all he heard were slight creaks and the usual sound of the wind pushing on the ash. A swish and swoosh sound to it really. He didn't care if it was a Nizzel or not, maybe he would die tonight....But he still had to be hope. So he took one more step and stopped. Waiting for an answer, his sword ready to slash at anything.


((sorry for the short post did not know what to write))

 

[evephy]

(( OoC://Woops, sorry about that. I edited it. Also, just to let you know, there's a two paragraph minimum. I'll try and give you more to work with. c: ))


xxxxxNoneta, slid down, onto the ground, making herself comfortable on the floor. Maybe she could just wait this guy out. She didn't want to take any chances with meeting any new people. Of course, the fact that he was the first living she had seen after leaving the village aside from Phillip, made her want to figure out more about him.She sat up straight and looked out the window again. This time, the man was walking a bit farther away from where she was, fortunately. "Should we wait for him to leave? Or just get out as soon as possible?" she whispered quietly, only loud enough for Phil to hear. The rabbit replied with only a twitch of its ear. Any other person would find her conversation with the animal odd, seeing how they only heard one side of that conversation.


xxxxx"No, I don't want to see if he has carrots!" She hissed back. "We'll find something for you to eat later okay?" Noneta adjusted her position beside the wall, waiting for the faint sound of footsteps to disappear, but they never did. Instead, the footsteps stopped, and turned, getting closer and closer to where Noneta was waiting. A plethora of curse words cut through her train of thought. ~Pleasedon'tseeme.Pleasedon'tseeme.Pleasedon'tseeme.~ She begged, pleading to whatever higher being was up there. "Hello...?"





~Shit.~


xxxxxNoneta's eyes darted around the tiny area she was in. There were little to no hiding spots, and she had a probably twelve percent chance of making it out there unnoticed. Phil took the chance to pop his head out of Noneta's pocket to give her a questioning look. One sharp glare was enough to give him the hint that he had to shut up and not move. She didn't reply, and didn't move a muscle. If there was anything that could give away her position from where the stranger stood, it would have been her loud heartbeat, which seemed to be doing anything it could to shatter her rib cage. The footsteps were getting closer now, and the man even went as far as throwing a pebble in the half-house she was in. ~This guy is persistent.~


xxxxxHis steps were cautious, and with Phil's lovely hearing, Noneta was also informed that this man had a weapon. If this man were looking for a fight, Noneta would be the obvious loser. She was sure that there weren't any plants in the area, and if there were, they'd be overgrown weeds. Unfortunately, those overgrown weeds were nowhere around her. "Hello...?" she heard again. Noneta could clearly see the man's shadow in front of the large hole she walked in through. It would be impossible not to notice her. All he had to do was turn his head.


xxxxxScrew it. She would just let him notice her, maybe make a friend that didn't have fur, but she had to make sure she was out of the "get killed" range. In just two seconds, Noneta scrambled up and flew out the window she had been looking at the man from and flew upwards, landing on the roof. Had she been any heavier the sorry excuse for a roof would have collapsed, but thanks to her small and petite figure, she was safe from plummeting down to the unsanitary bedroom that lay below her. "Hi." She said simply, with a sheepish smile. "Just to let you know beforehand if you plan on killing me, I taste like bitter melon and my blood smells like skunk spray... I'm not the best bet for cannibalism." Noneta played with a piece of torn cloth from her skirt. "If you don't eat Vilas, I'll be happy to let you know that I go by the name of Noneta... and uh, I like your scary dangerous weapon thing." She managed another one of her nervous smiles just as Phillip took his own look at the Fjorn, only to be pushed back down into her pocket. If this guy was hungry, she didn't want to make him hungry for rabbit soup.


(( OoC:// Enough to work with I hope. Sorry if this is too long. o-o;; Got carried away. ))

 

[Croissant]

((Okay I edited my past post thanks for informing me it's minimum of 2 paragraphs :3))


Atlas stared at his hands, shakily holding his sword as he was about to spring inside. He posed as much of a threat as a small rabbit really, his sloppy and shaky grip on the sword obviously showed he was scared shitless. He inhaled deeply and then sprung inside exhaling, about to release a battle cry as he slashed...the air. Nothing was inside, he felt as if he saw a figure going out the window but he dismissed it as his imagination. He set his hands on his knees, panting. He was washed with exhaustion suddenly.


He turned and walked out of the house, pleased there were no Nizzel there. He brushed the ash off his cloak and sheath his sword. --Get a grip Atlas-- he thought. He was right for the most part, he was getting scared for nothing. If anyone were to attack him he had weapons, and if a Nizzel were to attack him well...He had legs? "I can't believe I got all worked up for nothing." he said to himself. He kept walking off, picking up a small little locket that gleamed. The locket had nothing and it was partially burnt, but it seemed worth something and entertaining a bit.


Atlas thought it would have been nice to see a fellow survivor. He wouldn't feel so scared or overact as much. As he played with the ash and put some inside the locket it then opened it and some poured out he heard a slight creak behind him. --Oh no...calm down...just imagination-- he told himself in his head. But he couldn't seem to get this creepy feeling off him that someone was watchin-...





"Hi." said the voice quite plainly, as Atlas jumped back and let out a partial surprised "Gah!" by instinct he pulled out his sword and slashed blindly. He looked for the voice again, wondering where it came from --Where'd it go..-- he then heard it again. The roof, but what he was about to see simply made his jaw drop. "Just to let you know beforehand if you plan on killing me, I taste like bitter melon and my blood smells like skunk spray... I'm not the best bet for cannibalism." It said with a high pitched and quick voice. He simply shook "E-eh..?" he had never seen a creature like this. The Girl had wings! Insect like ones that were slightly transparent but some patterns on it allowed him to see them. She played with a torn piece of cloth and smiled at him. He absently but confused and nervously smiled back slightly, "Heh..?" he simply said.


"If you don't eat Vilas, I'll be happy to let you know that I go by the name of Noneta... and uh, I like your scary dangerous weapon thing." she continued talking. She seemed to have been a survivor as well, the girl was pretty, she looked his age too but he couldn't get over the fact SHE HAD FREAKING WINGS! he simply took a slight step back, Villas? that's what she is? he heard something from his master speaking about them in a storybook, Faeries or something but Villas seemed very similar. She complimented his weapon and he smiled back, silently saying through his teeth. "Yeah...I'm losing it..." he coughed and took a bit of a better composure. "Ahem...Noneta...I'm Atlas..No I won't eat you." even if he said that he was still having a rough time figuring out if she was real or not..

 

[Iacentis]

Elise let out a brief sigh, having taken to eyeing the surroundings of the village, with the intention to locate any possible survivors of this place, there seemed to be none, at least so far she could see. With a rather disheartened expression, she took cover in a trench by the edge of the village, attempting to stay out of sight for as much as possible.


Afterwards, she brought up the medium sized satchel hanging around her chest, opening it, she quietly sorted trough the rather, minimal contents, including a few bandages, but mostly berries and herbs of the edible kind. She hadn't been able to bring a lot with her after her village fell, and the few things she'd manage to pick up while traveling had already been wasted, even if she kept herself on borderline starvation, the food wouldn't last more than three days.


Peering around, the young elf took note of a rather desolated tower a bit in the distance, still covering in the trench, she started scooting towards it, it was worth a shot at finding some sort of supplies that could keep her alive long enough to find another survivor, given that the nizzle hadn't taken it all away already, of course...


Reaching the looming tower, Elise peered around rapidly, seeming to note no immediate presence, she moved closer to the tower wall, and started slowly making her way to the entrance of the inside, letting out light, quite sounds with each footstep, noticeable for someone paranoid enough to be listening for movements.


((Sorry for the delay, I had no been made aware the thread was posted))

 

[RobinDenstro]

((I firstly want to say that all of you guys are awesome. This is going to be a great role-play. Just, @Iacentis, when I said "Just over the horizon," I meant "It's a decent distance away." And there are patrols. Just a heads up, it could easily be dangerous. Especially alone.))





Jexal tried his best to pay attention to his astounding array of surroundings. The trees, the debris, the sky, the ground... gah, he thought, have I left any tracks!?... no, no, that's just dirt he assured himself, as he brushed a cloth boot over the small area on the ground. He took a slow turn, paying attention to it, before realizing that he wasn't paying attention to everything else! The sky! The town! The trees! He darted around, quite paranoid, before assuring himself that everything was indeed safe.


He took a timid step into the town, looking around, noticing the various clutters of ruin and shrapnel that used to be houses and shops. He wasn't looking for food; no, food was useless to a Draal. He's never needed food. What he does need, however, is cloth. Yes, cloth! To patch himself up, of course. Along with string, spare needles, a thimble would be nice... oh! He was running low on so many supplies.


Slowly, taking his time with every step, he attempted to approach what appeared to have once been a tailor's shop, given the now decaying sign that once held a beautiful painting of thread and scissors. However, before entering it, he heard voices. Voices! He wasn't paying enough attention to his surroundings! Bah! Gah! He turned, trying to find where the voices were coming from. What were they? Nizzel!? He darted behind a broken wall, trying to pay attention to the area before him.

 

[Iacentis]

Stopping, Elise grew completely still, in the distance something seemed to move, reaching an edge, she peered out from what somehow wasn't the tower, just a rather tall building, spotting a small patrol heading in the opposite direction, she mentally cursed her sense of distance, crawling back towards the trench with an even worse mood than before.


Sighing, she paused a bit before the place she had originally entered, peering around, she tried to take note of any other place that might store supplies, preferably away from patrols, and not so distant. Soon her eyes settled upon a building a little closer, drawn by a faint movement. She immediately retreated down further into the trench, peering out over the edge to see if she could spot something again.


Suddenly however, a stroke of tiredness came over her, the desire to simply lay down and rest following with it, she wasn't aware of how much sleep she'd managed to get in the last few days, but it was clearly not enough, tensing somewhat, she expanded some of her very limited supply of power to distance the sensation once more. She knew it would return more potently, but she could simply not afford it right now, as she kept peering towards the house in the distance, looking remarkably alike one of the tailor shops in her village.


((I apologies for my misunderstanding, I hope this corrects it to an extent...))

 

[evephy]

xxxxxUnfortunately, Noneta hadn't been able to experience the joy of watching Atlas jump in through the hole in the wall, rabidly slashing at nothingness due to her position on the roof. However, her nervous greeting had frightened the poor guy and it somehow managed to make him seem a lot less intimidating than he had appeared before. In fact, it had gotten a laugh out of her. She had to cover her mouth when he slashed wildly at the air behind him one again, only to be confused as soon as he realized that the sword hadn't cut through any flesh.


xxxxxOnce again, Phil poked his head out, attempting to get Noneta's attention, but she just adjust her dress so Phil wasn't in Atlas's line of sight, ignoring the rabbit. Noneta set herself down on the edge of the roof, swinging her legs over the side and resting her elbows on her legs, propping her chin up on her hands. "That's good to know," she replied, just as Phil stuck used one of his hinds leg to kick her leg. She continued to ignore her companion's consistency and gave a look of curiosity to Atlas. "So what happened to your home?" She asked, Just as Phillip took a small, shart bit of her leg through dress. "Ouch!" She exclaimed, jumping a bit. Noneta glared at her pocket, the pain was more like a small sting, and not enough to draw blood. "What?!" She hissed at him. Phillip's ears seemed to point in an area just a couple of yards away, as her angry and frustrated expression slowly turned into realization and happiness. "No way, I didn't think to check the gardens!" She whispered to the small animal, her wings already moving faster than any eye could follow. She lifted herself off of the roof and gave a friendly nod towards Atlas. "I'm just going to, go...uh, over there." she told Atlas, making awkward motions toward the ruined garden. It was most likely where some of the villagers grew their crops.


xxxxx"You can come, but I'm not sure if you'll find it boring or... yeah." With those last... odd words, she darted away from the roof and flew towards the garden. Had her mind not been so clouded with the idea of possibly finding a plant of some kind, she would have noticed the figure wearing the dark cloak as she flew by him. She brought her speed down to a slow hover as she reached her destination, scanning the now dry and untilled topsoil for any signs of life. She did manage catch sight of a severed limb and a couple of dirty bugs, but other than that: no luck. Sighing disappointedly, she patted Phil's small head in a wordless apology for being unable to find something for the little rabbit to eat.


xxxxxNoneta sat herself on a short, half-burnt log and glared at the lifeless soil. She turned towards Atlas, and just gave him a sad shrug. Turning to look out, farther from the village, she noticed a bit of movement from the trench just outside of where the village ruins lay. Had she not been as disappointed and sad as she was then, she would have gone to search for any other signs of life. Sadly, for approximately fifteen minutes, Noneta would be throwing herself a pity party.


(( OoC:// I said fifteen minutes because Noneta is a generally cheery person. Sadness is not a feeling that will dwell in her for very long. ><;; ))

 

[Croissant]

(Ill post once I get on my computef I cant currently))

 

[Croissant]

Atlas frowned as she laughed at him. Feeling a bit silly he blushed afterwards from simply being nervous. He looked at her wings still a bit shocked at who he was looking at. He wondered how Villas soceity worked and had many questions until he heard "What happened to your home?" asked Noneta. His mood has changed and gone a bit grim, "Nizzel destroyed it, similar to how this sad village ended up." he said quickly. Not wanting to dwell in it for a while. He looked at her and she seemed to be debating with someone "Ouch!" she said, her whispering was a bit loud at that point but he couldn't hear much. Only notice she seemed to be talking to something.


As Atlas debated who she was talking to either herself or someone, she started heading to the dead crops as she pointed oddly, he gave her a nod as she offered for him to follow. "I don't think anything can be exciting in a field of ash..." he said. The question had brought some dark thoughts to his mind. As if what if there are survivors but he didn't save them. What if they managed to survive? Is he really the hope of the Fjorn? he sighed and finally noticed she had turned towards him. Noneta was actually very pretty, and elegant. It was a bit of an exotic beauty as he seemed to stare but then noticed she was looking at something. He turned his head and looked at the trench. "Could there be someone..?"

 

[Iacentis]

Elise, still remaining crouched down in the trench, had for a moment closed her eyes, having not spotted any additional movement by the tailors shop, she was about to give up. Shifting about somewhat in the trench, she took a little more comfortable position as she reached down towards her satchel again, opening it as to review the contents once more, she could feel the tiredness pounding towards her mind, but a little expense of power would keep her awake for a few more minutes...


Blinking lightly, her expression shifted towards one of curiosity as her fingers grasped something within the satchel, it was a rather dark rock, which she lifted towards the sky in order to get a better view, clearly displaying a hand above the cover of the trench. Soon she dismissed the rock as common gravel, throwing it away as her hand sank down again.

 

[RobinDenstro]

Jexal was minorly afraid of those before him. They were moving quite a bit; one with a set elegance of sort, clearing not being any sort of human. And the other, a bit more... clumsily, seemed to trail behind her. Were they companions? Clearly they were survivors, not Nizzel... but they weren't being altogether quiet, either. What if the Nizzel heard them? What if they weren't safe!?


Timidly, Jexal took a step out behind of the broken wall he crouched behind, taking note of where the two were heading. He wasn't paying particularly close attention to his surroundings, instead focusing his attention to the two, trying to appear as gentle and not-hostile as he could. Moving one hand in the air a bit, trying to softly grab their attention, he made a slight ahem with his dark-creature throat.


He was a bit afraid of what was to happen next. He wrenched his hands together a bit in worry and anxiety, looking to them with a combination of doubt and worry. Taking another step, he tried muddling out a small phrase. "Ah, hel...hello!" He said anxiously, trying to keep his composure. He wasn't staying nearly as calm as he would have hoped, though he surely wouldn't appear to be of any threat. Well, besides his rather dark and void-like appearance, hidden beneath a rather large hat.

 

[evephy]

xxxxx"No, no... I was hoping for a plant, or a sprout of some kind." She explained, her eyes shifting from the trench to the tower, a farther distance away. It wouldn't take long to reach there, and there was no doubt that she would be able to find some nice weapons, and perhaps even smuggle a few plants if she successfully made it there and out without, well... dying. Noneta wiped a non-existent tear from her eye. The thought reminded her of her previous lover, her family, her friends... she had just managed to forget about it, and there was no way she wanted to be in a puddle of tears just as she was just a night ago. "I could have fed Phillip, or, or..."


xxxxxNoneta's head snapped up, stopping mid-sentence. A hand came above the trench, holding what seemed to be a rock, but it dropped down just as quickly as it had came up after throwing the stone somewhere unimportant. The Vila was silent for a moment, scrutinizing the area where the hand had come up, but only to find less than zero movement occur. "Of course, there has to be someone there. Didn't you see that hand?" Noneta whispered to Altlas, as if the person hiding in the trench had a chance of hearing. The hand seemed to be small to0 small to belong to a Nizzel, and far too feminine to be a man. Noneta flew behind a broken wall, away from sight. "Get over here!" She whispered, beckoning for Atlas to hide as well.


xxxxx"Ah, hel...hello!" Noneta had nearly fallen over at the unexpected voice, turning her head around to see a man in a cloak as well as a hat that seemed to cover his face. In most cases, she would have ran away, but this man's greeting seemed far to nervous to make him seem like someone she should run away from. She peered under the man's- er... thing's hat, only to see a pair of what seemed to be eyes. She saw no exact shape or form, just the eyes. So he was a Draal. "Hi." She replied simply, trying to calm herself from the heart attack she had earlier. Phillip stuck his head out from Noneta's pocket, eyeing the Draal. Noneta glanced over at the trench, in hopes of catching sight of any more movement, but so far, nothing. "Where did you come out from?" She asked. No doubt it might have come off as a bit rude, but the girl was truly curious, why had she not noticed him from before?

 

[Iacentis]

Shaking her head lightly, Elise forced herself to rise up from what currently seemed to be a very comfortable position, expending another portion of her almost empty power, she knew she could not stay in a trench like that, what would happen if a patrol came about? Shifting about somewhat, she lowered herself unto all fours and started crawling, aiming to reach that tailor shop in the distance, perhaps she could find some sort of supplies there, and then she could get the hell out of this place, and finally get some sleep.


The trench razed itself quietly as she crawled, visible for the one studying it, but not enough to provoke someone who hadn't been aware of it. It was still wet however, and served to further grime the, already notable dirtied elf, clothing. Sighing, she wished she'd manage to procure a map, it would be nice to find a lake...

 

[Croissant]

Atlas





Atlas eyes the Villa and nodded, "Oh well..sorry-." she quickly raised up a rock and seemed to stay silent for a while. She was quite odd and he seemed to raise his brow. She seemed nice although she is very jumpy and upredictable. "Philip..Who is Philip?" he asks as she replies to his earlier question. He scratches his head and smiles nervously, "Yeah I guess- Okay!" he whispers as he ducks down next to her, hiding from the supposed person. He tried to slow his breathing as he waited for the person to approach, readying his weapon.


Atlas jumped up quickly ready, but he only heard a nervous voice come from the robed man, so he lowered his weapon as Noneta approaches him. He simply whistles it off and sheaths his sword. "Ah, hel...hello!" the man said. Atlas waves at him and walks to him, he noticed his shape and inside his cloak there wasn't much of a body...he then concluded he was a Draal...He hadn't heard much good from them but he didn't feel like judging so he smiled and gave him a slight nod "Hello."

 

[RobinDenstro]

The Draal stopped as they spoke, both greeting him with a simple hello. The man startled him quite a bit however, causing him to take a step back; it was quite frightening to see such a pounce, whilst holding such an odd, though clearly dangerous, weapon. Jexal didn't dare take another step forward; far too anxious to push himself to do so. He didn't want to alert them, or cause them to believe him a threat. Upon noticing them both separately eyeing his face and cloak, he made an effort to pull the wide brimmed hat down a bit farther, to further cover his face. Above all, he didn't want them to believe he was a threat, and Draal were known to be rather heartless and hostile at times.


Timid as he was, he tried to be as talkative as possible; he wanted to try as hard as he could to be a friend. However, just before he was to say something, the girl shot him a simple response. "Where did you come out from?" It was an understandable response. Jexal did indeed come out of hiding, so such was understandably questioned. Trying to remain calm, he responded; "I... I came out from that debris, just over there." He stated, pointing a ways behind him.


"I'm sorry. I probably shouldn't have hidden. I-I was m-merely a bit anxious, that's all. You can't blame me in times like these." He muttered, trying to be audible and calm, though he was still quite timid and under-confident.

 

[NotKasey]

((Woah you guys write a lot O.o Guess I gotta read all this before I post lol)) 
Elaine walked toward the village in ruins, cautiously. She looked around the village trying to figure out how to get to the tower. Guess I should check the houses for something useful... She looked at the cloth wrapped around her arm. Blood was seeping through and she sighed. She walked into the first home she saw. Well, what was left of the home at least. It was falling apart, just like most of the other houses in this village.


A few minute later Elaine came out, with no luck. She walked toward the next home across the street. As she walked she heard voices, which sounded close by. She jerked her head in the direction it was coming from and wasn't paying attention to where she was going. Suddenly she tripped over a large rock and fell flat on her face. "Ow!" Her voice echoed through the village and her eyes widened as she quickly clamped her hand over her mouth, accidentally hitting her nose, which she just fell on. She winced in pain and quickly scrambled up, ducking into the house and hiding against the wall. Shoot, what if they heard! Elaine knew there were Nizzel around, and her heart pounded hard. Oh God, please don't let me die. Please don't let me die. She pleaded in her head.


((Finally posted c: Hope it's good enough. Lol I was killing myself trying to figure out how to start off))

 

[evephy]

xxxxxNoneta turned to the area where the Draal had been hiding, nodding, as if she was studying the pile of debris. "Huh, I wonder why I didn't see you..." Shaking her head, Noneta glanced at Atlas. his greeting to the Draal had been a lot more confident than when he greeted her not too long ago. "Oh, don't worry about that. As long as you're not out to kill me, I won't be blaming you for anything." Noneta was just about to turn back and analyze the trench again when Phil hopped right out of her pocket, crouching low against the ground as he slowly approached the Draal, attempting to be as quiet as possible. "You do know your fur coat is white, right? Crouching won't make you any less noticeable, Phil." she muttered, picking the small rabbit back up, dropping him back in the pocket.


xxxxx"That's, Phillip by the way." She mentioned to Atlas, "Er.. he prefers Phil." Noneta turned back towards the trench, keeping herself hidden, as she observed the still, lifeless area of land. "I swear, I saw som-" Nonta stopped mid sentences, her eyes darting toward something crawling towards the village. For a second, she thought it to be an animal, but it had to much visible skin to be such an animal. It didn't take her long to realize that it was a person crawling towards the village, undoubtedly a female. She was too far for Noneta to determine her race, but she took a guess at her being human. "Look, look, look..." She whispered, motioning for the other two to hide and watch as well. "There's someone crawling over here. If you look carefully you can see he-"





xxxxxOnce again, Noneta stopped mid-sentence, but this time, because she was interrupted. A loud crash was heard, followed by an even louder, "Ow!" The young Vila cringed. Hopefully, none of the Nizzel had overheard, which she slightly doubted. "Seems like whatever's left of the world are all gathering here." Noneta whispered, debating on whether she should wait for the girl slowly making her way to the village, or investigate the noise. "Anyone want to check out whatever happened there?" She whispered, her eyes shifting from Atlas to the Draal whom she still had yet to know the name of. Noneta figured that whoever was lucky enough to be a survivor, wouldn't try to kill any other people who managed to live, which was the very reason why she wasn't afraid of the two that were with her now.

 

[Iacentis]

Elise perked up almost instantly at the loud noise, blinking faint as she raises her gaze over the trench, she directed it towards the source, only for an expression shifted in between surprise and relief, and also a bit of reoccurring sleepiness. Following, the nearly leaped out of the trench, seemingly eager to get to the newly spotted, perhaps not so hostile entity that she had seen, before she stopped, carefully peering around, the sound must have attracted some attention from the Nizzel, and she wasn't sure she could run from one, given her current state.


Crouching down into a nearly predatory position, she kept a close watch towards the location of the sound, scooting a bit closer towards a nearby wrecked wooden wall, as to hide herself from open view, still very visible from the Tailor's shop though. Feeling like she was about to drop unconscious once more from the lack of sleep, she forced herself awake by expanding another tiny bit of power, it likely wouldn't last more than a minute at this time I should be able to do that three times more.. hopefully.. She mused to herself in her mind.

 

[RobinDenstro]

The girl seemed friendly enough, though her wings made her appear to be quite unhuman. What was she? Jexal had heard rumors of pixies and faeries as everyone had, but she wasn't one of those such things, was she? After she heard his response and took a gander at his prior hiding place, he was going to ask, until he saw the small white creature crawl toward him. "That's, Philip by the way." She noted to her other ally, after placing him once again in his pocket. Jexal almost jumped, though he kept his composure. He didn't want to seem weak, after all.


He paid little attention to what she would say next, trying to instead gain the courage to declare his name. He lifted his head, hearing the end of one note she was adding. "Look, look, look..." She motioned for he and her friend to hide, so Jexal did to the best of his ability. She continued, whispering still. He could only barely make out what she said next, though it was soon followed by a loud "Ow!" Coming from the distance. Now, he wasn't startled by the fact that a new survivor was among them. No, no... of course not. He was startled by the noise. How easily would it be for a Nizzel to come to them now? After clearly hearing that?


The winged girl, then after the noise rang out, asked if either Jexal or the Fjorn would be willing to figure out what it was. "S-sure. I'm Jexal, by the way." He tossed out there. He figured it was important information, though the timing was surely off.

 

[RobinDenstro]

The tower, from the distance, seemed to have some sort of movement inside, as far as you could tell. Though from such a distance, it would be hard to notice such a thing; especially not unanimously. However, it appears that you all have, as a rather violent shake from the looming tower on the horizon does appear to be quite noticeable, paired by a triumphant sound of what seemed to be a vigorous quartet of very loud horns.


What patrols put in place by the Nizzel previously scoured the areas without being noticed began flocking to it, though fortunately, none seemed to notice you. The area around the tower would soon be populated by the Nizzel, it would seem. From behind, as fate would have it however, a small team of the accursed Nizzel; simply about two or three, it would seem, began moving their way through the ruined town you now stood in, approaching your position swiftly. They seem to have already noticed you, most likely from the loud call from one of your companions.


They seem to have no intention of calling for support. No, they seem to want this fight all to themselves. Readying their weapons, they only appear to be several dozen meters away.

 

[Iacentis]

Gulping somewhat, Elise watched from her position as the Nizzel approached, glaring about, she considered heading for the trench again, but, she had just found another survivor, how could she leave her behind, but again, there was several Nizzel between them. Instead, she let her gaze scour the ground, looking for anything that could be used as a weapon, or distraction, finding a small rock, she jumped to grasp it, scratching her skin faintly against the ground as she made a somersault, now holding a rock in hand.


Being armed however, did not seem to particulary help the situation at all, as her eyes settled upon one of the Nizzel, her mind suddenly recoiled with images of her village, dead, solace of anything but corpses. Filling the entirety of the elfs mind with dread, she tried to turn her gaze away from the Nizzel, moving to hide between a small broken down sign, rock still in hand.

 

[evephy]

xxxxxNoneta nodded, when the Draal volunteered to check out the source of the noise. "Jexal, I'll remember that." She replied quickly, turning to maybe somehow contact the other female survivor who had been crawling on the ground, but she was gone. Noneta had lost sight of her. If she hadn't turned away for so long, she would have been able to find her. Shaking her head in frustration, Noneta was just about to stand up when a blast of horns nearly made her fall over. It was the second time today where she had been scared like that.


xxxxxHer heart already racing, Noneta crouched back down, "Get back down!" She whispered at Jexal, warning him not to go look for the other survivor. As far as she knew, those horns weren't resonating friendly sounds. Flocks of Nizzel swarmed around the area, and unfortunately, a few decided to search the town where they where so many survivors had managed to find themselves in. Noneta's heart felt like it was going to break our of her chest. Fear had already taken over, her legs refusing to move. She remained frozen in that position, just watching the Nizzel group up, searching the area. There were so many, and it had only taken one to maliciously murder her first and only lover.


xxxxxSnapping out of her trance, Noneta scrambled up onto her feet, just as the Nizzel who had been searching the town spotted them. Luckily enough, they didn't seem to be calling for reinforcements, because they probably didn't need to. Judging by the way they drew their weapons, they hadn't gotten a good kill in a while, and they were itching to snap some necks. There was no way she would be getting out of the situation unhurt.


xxxxxPhillip, for the first time today, willingly burrowed himself within Noneta's makeshift pocket. "Goodbye, life." She muttered under her breath, dropping her gaze down to a rather overgrown weed growing at the edge of a broken sign. Behind the sign, was the girl she had noticed from before. Quickly, she turned her head back to the Nizzel, in hopes they didn't see her looking at the sign to long. It wouldn't be good if they knew there was another life for them to take. With a small flick of her hand, the weed began to grow, snaking along the ground, out of sight. Noneta took another scan around the area. As far as she knew, the weed was the only plant within her sight."I'm pretty sure we can't run from this." She said, only loud enough for the two next to her to hear. She couldn't risk any more Nizzel gathering to where they were. It was either die cowering, or die fighting, she figured.