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Post by Kyana on Aug 7, 2009 22:09:45 GMT -5
This roleplay is based from the book, Graceling by Kristin Cashore (extremely good book!). I just finished the book, and felt the immediate need to make this into a roleplay. It would be perfect! Gracelings:In this world, there are people who are born occasionally with an ability called a Grace. Those who are Graced are called Gracelings (duh). These people are both extremely feared and exploited for their talents. The kings use Gracelings, forcing them to serve them (though more through legal action rather than enslavement). In most kingdoms, the if someone becomes Graced, they are required by law to serve the King. If their Grace is proven to help, then they are used to that king's advantage, and will forever be in service to the Crown (weather they like it or not). If not then Gracelings usually live alone, excluded from society. People fear them; they aren’t normal, aren’t meant to be anything more than an appreciation. The more useful, harmless Graces are better in society usually. There are many types of Graces. There are some which are just talents more than anything else, which are more common. Others that are more powerful are rarer. Graces can be anything from a fighting Grace, which gives the person a talent in battle to a Grace in art, where a person us unusually talented in art. It can be anything, and not one Grace touches a person the same way, even if they’re the same Grace. You can’t have two Graces though. Example: Mind reading is a Grace. But for one person, it might be reading a person's most secret thoughts, for another Graceling it might be reading a person's current thoughts, as they're thinking it. So see, it's different for each person! A Grace can appear at any moment. Usually it’s around the younger years that they manifest (from birth to perhaps eight or nine years). It rarely happens in a person’s older years. The thing that distinguishes a Graceling is their eyes. When they become Graced, their eyes changed colors. Their eyes become two different colors. With time a person’s Grace can expand and grow. The Land and the Rulers: There are five different kingdoms, where this will be set. I made a map (more out of boredom and curiosity) that should help you establish where each kingdom is located... We'll try to stay pretty accurate to it! Morsea – is a kingdom bordering the sea (hint, the “sea” part in the name). They are seafaring people, ruled by a ruthless king, cruel and self absorbed. They're good traders, more than fighters. Oh, but they do fight. Druet – this kingdom is located high in the northern mountains, accessible only in the warmest months of the season. They are a kind people, different from the other kingdoms from their isolation. They are the only kingdom that does not exploit Gracelings, but respect them. They are very different people, and the kingdom is quite wealthy. Ethill – is the kingdom located west, near the vast desert. The king here is cruel; loves war. He's always trying to fight his way towards the sea to get a port. The kingdom is known for the "gypsies" that roam the sands (lots of criminals head here). There is only one main city here, built over an oasis. Rada – also known as the “Middle Kingdom” they are in the center of all five kingdoms. The king there is also not the kindest of people, but he usually doesn't make war either. That would be too dangerous, being surrounded. He rather keep his power through fear, through Kasta. He fights only when he has to. Sunder – this place is ruled by a greedy king, known for the “secret” slave trade that he profits from. He is to the south. He always makes war (slaves are created from war). Starting Plot:There's a war between Ethill and Sunder (like there always is... they love to fight). Druet is isolated, and silent, it's people developed from rumors. Fear is in the air, as well a suspicion; the best spark for chaos. Tensions are high, and this war is larger than previous ones, bringing murder and terror into other kingdoms. Even Druet, the solitary kingdom is disturbed by the the southern war. Stuck even more in a hazardous place are the Gracelings. Desire to have them at court in service and as protection is even higher, especially if the Grace is of value.... Those who have a Grace that is...useful are at a greater risk than they know. Danger lurks at almost every corner, but something even darker is here. Especially talented Gracelings have been disappearing. Some have even been found, murdered. Is there a Graceling killer on the lose, or is it a Graceling war on the way too? Okay, so I'm excited to get started. Make 1-3 characters for now. It may get complicated. Try to have characters as diverse as possible. Make sure they aren't similar to another person's, you know, yada yada... ;D BIO: Name: Age: Gender:Grace: (if they have a Grace) Kingdom: (where do they live?) Appearance: (you can use an image for reference) - Eye Colors: (if they’re Graced, they have two different color eyes) - Original Eye Color: (only if they’re Graced) - Hair:- Skin: - Other: Personality: History: Other:
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Post by Kyana on Aug 9, 2009 11:15:09 GMT -5
Name: Kasta Sarce Age: 19 Gender: female Grace: killing Kingdom: Rada Appearance: IMG- Eye Colors: violet and blue - Original Eye Color: golden brown - Hair: dark brown, black, long, wavy - Skin: pale - Other: the king makes her wear a necklace (like a collar) that identifies her as part of the Rada Court and as the killer and punisher that her uncle has made her out to be. It’s a silver hawk carrying a blade in it’s beak on a silver chain. Personality: Kasta struggles with her Grace. She hates it and hates herself, but feels helpless to prevent any of it. She enjoys her peace when she gets it though. History: Kasta’s mother was the sister to the King of Rada. She died during Kasta's birth. Kasta's Grace appeared suddenly, and violently. Her father was teaching her how to do hand to hand fighting. She was good. Suddenly her Grace showed, as she broke her father's neck with the ease of a full-grown man. Now she has to live with the fact she killed both her parents (though she had no control over her mother's death). Since then her uncle, the king, had used her as his “child killer” the “punisher” to enemies of Rada. Before long she was feared all throughout the kingdom and then some. She killed with ease and tortured with a cold eye, all for her uncle, whom she despised. She is known by all the terrible, gruesome rumors and stories that circulate, recognizable by her violet and blue gaze. Her only friend is the apprentice to the Weapons Master, Lorn, who helped her control her Grace and hone it. Though it was for the king's benefit to get her fighting skills down, he befriended her, despite aversion she usually created. He usually helps her (secretly) and goes on the damned missions the king sends her on. Name: Arora Age: 15 Gender: female Grace: musical control - depending on what she plays/sings she can control anyone who can hear her (example: she wants to make someone sleepy, she plays a lullby...) *TBG* ;D Kingdom: Druet Appearance: IMG- Eye Colors: light green and dark green - Original Eye Color: blue - Hair: red - Skin: palish - Other: Personality: she's a sweet young girl, who lives with her family in the court. She's very likable and charismatic. History: not much. She currently lives with her family and two older brothers in Druet where she is revered as one of the best musicians in all the kingdoms. She lives at court, her father being a Lord. Name: Seaten Age: 23 Gender: male Grace: he's blind, but he can see through the eyes of animals Kingdom: Sunder Appearance: IMG- Eye Colors: black and silver - Original Eye Color: grey - Hair: dark brown - Skin: semi pale - Other: wears three silver hoops in his left ear Personality: he keeps to himself. pretty mysterious, cautious. History: His parents are dead, and he lived with his uncle who could care less about him, a stupid blind boy. His uncle, a greedy man, tried to sell him to the slave trade, but he managed to escape. Since then, he's traveled through the kingdoms, wandering. He's was born blind, but he was Graced when he was 6. He can see the world through the eyes of animals. He owns a falcon which is his main set of eyes.
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Post by Darkness Song on Aug 9, 2009 16:27:32 GMT -5
Name: Darva Age: 12 Gender: Male Grace: Mind Reading, And strangely can defect a grace when he focuses. But exerts a lot of his energy doing so Kingdom: Sunder Appearance: - Eye Colors: White, and Blue. He is blind in one eye, half blind in his other eye. - Original Eye Color: White - Hair: Shaved, he doesn't grow hair. - Skin: Pale white - Other: He is skinny and usually sick. But with a touch of his frozen hand he can pretty much read someone's mind. From a distance he can hear their whispering minds. Personality: Shy, and part of the slaves of the king. History: About the age of ten he felt blessed. He suddenly woke up seeing light. His world once crowded in darkness as he walked the streets as a guild rat finally filled with light. He became stronger and better. Though it was odd when people would speak without their lips moving. How when he touched someone he saw their true being within. Usually in the form of an animal. He was frightened of what he saw. He hid his eyes most of the time, but soon enough word got around. His guild was raided by guards, only he was seized and took into the king's castle. He knew it was either to be put to death, or to become an eternal slave. Other: He is usually kept in his bed by the nurses until the king needs him. He sleeps in the dungeons with barely any food and barely anything to eat. He has no one to talk to, his life is pretty much to serve the king when the king needs to find out what is truely happening in the kingdom. He is the king's secret. Usually just acting like a servent but he is to brush against everyone. Most do not like being touched by a servant, he has the scars to prove that. But when he detects a mole or spy he is rewarded by getting food. And if he is truely lucky by catching an assassin. He gets to go outside. Name: Alu Karvar Age: 16 Gender: Male Grace: Talents in guile. (Agility and stealth) Kingdom: Rada Appearance: He has a number of disguises. But his favorite is just being himself for once. He usually has his hair short. Clean and cut beard, leaving just enough to be raggedy. But he cuts his beard a bit unevenly to blend in with the lower class he walks around with. - Eye Colors: Green And Hazel - Original Eye Color: Blue - Hair: Short and Trimmed, but ragged - Skin: Tan, but he usually dyes it to change his disguises - Other: He has a perticular tatoo on both of his ears, hidden behind them are two small serpents. Each perfectly matches the other with such professionalism it seems impossible. (Cause it is ) Personality: Depends on his disguise. History: When he was about 8 he found out how great he was at sneaking around. His parents could never hear him running through the house or jumping. They never really saw his acrobatical stunts he did during the night. No one really did. But after he snuck up on his mom and dad too many times, it seemed inhuman. They reported him. The guards barged into his room and he escaped with barely a hairsbreath from a sword slashing his throat. Since then he has lived in the gutters of life. He survived by stealing, begging, and when it came down to those who were about to turn him in. Killing. He has apprenticized in several smitheries. Learning the ways of the blade, and the ways of metal working. What metals mixed best to strengthen, and which would cause irritation making one metal snap like a twig, or make one have so much friction it would burn. He learned much. He stole some of the grandmaster's swords and is now his prized possessions. But after his theft of a Grandmaster who was graced, One who was older then most men, That grandmaster used some strange force to both hold him and control him making him work for the king of Morsea. The blades he holds actually are his lifeline. Without them he becomes sick and irritable. Other: He has two swords. Myr and Gv'r. Myr is a longer blade that is used for sword play. It also sheathes upon it Gv'r which can be pulled off and used to kill someone when the swords are locked in spar. Name: Her'rok Dar Age: 63 Gender: Male Grace: Skilled with magic and with swordsmaking Kingdom: Morsea Appearance: Old but not fragile, he usually walks with a customized cane (hint staff ) - Eye Colors: Blue and dark blue, they are very close to the same so he appears not to be graced. - Original Eye Color: Brown - Hair: Salt and Pepper, short and trimmed perfectly. - Skin: Taunt still, with signs of wear and muscles of an steelsmith - Other: He has a long scar on his cheek. From a fight with a theif of an apprentice. But he took care of that helping him work for the king. Personality: Gentle and kind loving. But he can still fight. He usually sings and dances fluently while he casts spells and chants. History: When he was a boy he worked for his father. He was a simple ironsmith. Not much profession but when he became graced he was perfectly adapted to the flexing of the metal. When he made a blade, it would not break or wear for twice the normal time. But his father used him to his advantage. Making him use his talent for profits. The blades he made wear down faster, but work twice as good. They break but are still very strong for six months. They made a lot of money until he finally took it all and left. That used to be in Rada. He moved when he was only 9 years old. A year after his grace appeared. Since then he had opened his own shop. No one really went to him until he hired a skilled Smith to work with him. Once people saw the older man in the shop they went to him. Age ment he had experience. But he always messed up. Only when he turned around 22 did he fire the man and create his own set of weapons. The guards loved them. Strong enough to slice through thick metal, but easy and lightweight to move quickly and nimbly. The swords he made could cut down a tree in one fel swoop. Since then he made a thousand different blades. Experimenting with his powers until he realised when he sang and hummed that the swords became enchanted. They weighed a lot less even though they were the same. They could break another one of his non enchanted swords and some would allow their blade to gain heat and become hotter then an iron so they can wound better. That is when he closed down his middle-town shop and moved to the castle. He set up there and began on grandsmith blades. Ones of different colors, some that look thin as paper but three times stronger then they should. These were made for the elites at the castle and even a special dagger the king wanted. It would never wear down, never break. He made a fortune but he much rather his work with the double blade he made. He made it for an assassin knowing one would come around for it. Myr and Gv'r. That is when he knew his apprentice was an assassin. He had put the spell on him to restain him to the king. It helped. And everyday he saw the kid, but to the kid, the only thing he saw was another strange man. A younger one who worked with swords. Not the old man who was graced. But he did not only work with swords, he made armor, chainmail, breastplates, saddles, animal armor. Everything he wanted to. But his greatest work was Alvira, his staff. It had on its scepter, a single emerald so flawlessly cut with his blade it was worth more then the king's life. But he usually hides that with a simple hand on it. It is a single peice of metal, polished to perfection and made to resemble a serpent. Its body wrapped around the staff in an elegantway that was so perfectly made. The blade itself was never cut, it was a single peice of metal. While he made it he sang and hummed his tunes of chanting. It took a three days to make, he had his other apprentice help him eat and drink while he did so. Whenever he stopped the staff became weaker. So he never did until it was finished. He never leaves it, he protects it with his life. And now he will die with it. Other: He used to have a wife, but she died a long time ago. She became graced later in her teens and because she was useless she was killed.
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Post by Yuu on Aug 19, 2009 22:59:34 GMT -5
Okay, I apologize in advance if I screw up since it's been a real long time since I've roleplayed... Feel free to correct anything!
Name: Effie Age: 16 Gender: Female Grace: (if they have a Grace) Effie can control wind. She can cause the wind to wisper, hum, sing or speak and also can change the speed and direction of the wind. Her power will most likely evolve into something greater. Kingdom: (where do they live?) Morsea Appearance: (you can use an image for reference) She is of medium height, long hair, slight (unnoticable) muscle and perhaps a bit intimidating at first sight. - Eye Colors: (if they’re Graced, they have two different color eyes) A golden and silver eye. - Original Eye Color: (only if they’re Graced) A pale green. - Hair: Dirty blonde, slight golden highlights scattered throughout. Skin: A slight tan. Personality: Effie tends to be formal at a first meeting, but is very laid back and relaxed about almost everything. She's very comfortable to be around and doesn't get frightened or agrivated easily, although if she does, it's very hard for her to control herself. Also very adventerous and determind. History: Effie lived with her mother, until her adventerous side got the better of her and she decided to leave home, in search of something new, perhaps others who are Graced or ways she can improve hers. Other: She has two diamond piercings on either side of her colarbone.
- Name: Severin Age: 8 Gender: Male Grace: (if they have a Grace) TBA. Kingdom: (where do they live?) Ethill Appearance: Severin is a child, therefore hasn't begun to take the features of a man. He is short and thin, making it rather easy to blend into the crowd. His hair slightly drapes over his eyes. - Eye Colors: (if they’re Graced, they have two different color eyes) TBA - Original Eye Color: (only if they’re Graced) A deep blue. - Hair: Strawberry blonde. Skin: Extreemly pale. Personality: Severin is eagar to please and very polite. He doesn't speak unless spoken to, only listens and obeys those above his age. Although he rarely speaks, he is quite intelligent for his age and does a lot of thinking, exploring, discovering. History: Severin was born in the main city amongst a large number of brothers and sisters. He is currently residing with his family: father, mother, siblings (none of which are graced), but once he becomes graced, that of course is going to change... Other: Once he becomes graced, his power will be desired by the king, who believes it is the key to winning the war.
I'm probably going to modify the bio's before we start... and possibly add a new character. Is it okay if I add one that is and will not be Graced?
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Post by WaterToFire on Aug 29, 2009 18:25:03 GMT -5
First, Kyana, is Arora supposed to be named after the Northern Lights? If so it should be Aurora Here goes. Name: Vars Age: 37 Gender: Male Grace: Intimidation. With a glance he can strike fear into anyone he wants, making them cower or flee (depending on their resolve). He puts it to good use controlling slaves. Kingdom: Sunder. Appearance: Slightly above average height. Very strong and fit in his younger days, he since has developed a beer gut and layers of fat. Still has muscle beneath it all, though. Has a few scars. - Eye Colors: Sky blue and chocolate brown. - Original Eye Color: Hazel. - Hair: Sun-bleached dirty blond. Worn shaggy. - Skin: Wind-worn and tanned from years directing mining slaves. Personality: Fairly amoral. He values his own life and those of his few friends, but little else. He doesn't relish cruelty but is not opposed to it when it gets the job done. Is very loyal to the king and state of Sunder, and gets most of his satisfaction from running an orderly and productive iron mine. History: Graced when he was 12, Vars quickly learned how to control those around him, and gladly joined the king at his court. The king sent him to the nation's largest iron mine to learn, and set him in charge of the place when he was old enough (knowing that he could greatly increase the mine's productivity by stopping the semi-frequent revolts and smaller acts of sabotage, he could increase iron output and better equip his armies). He's worked there ever since. Over the years he's gotten a bit tired of it all, though, and has recently thought of a proposition for the king: To create a slave corps to aid the payed one, he could greatly increase the nations war profits. He also realizes how useful he'd be on the battlefield, striking fear into the hearts of both his own men and the enemies.
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Post by Kyana on Sept 1, 2009 15:22:11 GMT -5
(I edited some of the intro info ;D)
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Post by Galadas on Sept 1, 2009 17:15:55 GMT -5
(done) Name: Samtewe "Sam" Tyr Age: 17 Gender: male Grace: The Grace of Emotions, he can copy and share his own and other's emotions, and change their effects from normal to huge. Kingdom: Ethill Appearance: Image - Eye Colors: blue grey (his brother's eye) and deep dark green - Original Eye Color: light green - Hair: orange/brown - Skin: pale - Other: Personality: He's a quiet one, mostly his older brother takes the word for it. He hardly speaks to his brother, rarely uses the grace he has to let him know he's alright, since his concurrent residence has made him all depressed from the inside. History: From the time he was at the age of four, his parents died in a fire, he was left with his five year older brother. They moved in with the brother of their mother, a mad man, but he loved the sons of his sister. Their uncle said they had to work, because he wouldn't be able to keep them with him if they didn't. Their uncle had an inn, he had four sons and two daughters, with eight children he didn't need any employees. Everyone had their own job. Samtewe hated working, and he hated his uncle's older brother, because he said he would turn him in when his father was dead. Other: The Inn where the brothers work is towards the Middle Kingdom, a point for travelers to pass through. Name: Detay Tyr Age: 22 Gender: male Grace: None Kingdom: Ethill Appearance: Image - Eye Colors: blue grey - Hair: orange/brown - Skin: pale - Other: Personality: Detay is not as quiet as his little brother, he talks a lot, mostly about the war. He's there a lot to protect his brother from getting hurt, and mostly wants to feel what he feels. He can be very social, but not towards men from his own age. He fears for his brother's life, a very caring person. History: Same as Sam Other: Name: Dedelean Age: 16 Gender: Female Grace: She can manipulate lightning Kingdom: Rada Appearance: Image- Eye Colors: Red and orange - Original Eye Color: light grey - Hair: long warry brown - Skin: pale - Other: Personality: TBA History: TBA Other:
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Post by Kyana on Sept 2, 2009 11:24:42 GMT -5
(great! I'll start soon... I just edited the Starting Plot, so I'd recommend you take a look at it again!)
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Post by Darkness Song on Sept 2, 2009 17:59:54 GMT -5
(Ooo Is the graceling killer me?! Thats awesome. Yay me. I gots a reputation . But also, sorry bout the blindness its just I found it as a potential weakness and makes my charactor diverse, I never really read ur Bio until I posted and read it. Charactor already made and all. So yea. Can I kill some Gracelings, like, just added on secondary gracelings I can kill. That is if I am the grace-killer whatnot. Just tell me if its secret or not. If it is, oopz, if not, then yayz.)
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Post by Kyana on Sept 2, 2009 22:11:33 GMT -5
(haha... XD Sorry to burst your bubble... but... Nope, your character isn't the Graceling killer. And for once the plot isn't from the book either! It's from my own idea! hehe. I'll let on later about the killer, but for now no one knows about him/her. Ok? And the blindness...eh. I guess. That's fine, but if you can find another trait, that'd be better. but whatevs. I might add another secondary character later. We'll just have to see how this all goes. There's a lot of characters, so it might start off kinda shaky. Lots of characters usually means lots of confusion for the first few pages. Some hints: - post who is speaking after each phrase of dialogue - refer to the history/appearance/Grace of the person when possible (example: her grey and black gaze watched the sun rise :vs: she watched the sun rise) - make sure it makes sense before you post it These should help to get things organized. The worst thing that can happen is that everyone gets confused and we start over, which it probably won't come to... So pay attention. ^_^)
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Post by Kyana on Sept 3, 2009 8:20:44 GMT -5
Kasta watched as she threw another stone across the water. It skipped almost twenty times before disappearing into the depths. She picked up another stone. "Lady Sarce?" Kasta threw the stone. "My Lady?" "What?" Kasta asked, without turning around. She didn't feel like talking to anyone, not even Lorn. "And you don't need to call me 'Lady', you know. We're not at Court; formalities aside..." she said, closing her eyes for a second. She hated when Lorn used the Court titles when they weren’t necessary. “I’ve been looking all over for you.” “You know I love to come to the lake…” Kasta said. Lorn laughed. “And that’s why I’ve found you. Come on; let’s go back to the castle. You’ll catch your death sitting here.” Kasta snorted. “Catch my death…” she laughed. “I wish I didn’t have to go back…” she said, staring at her reflection. Her infamous violet-azure eyes looked back. “Your uncle has called for you.” "You mean the king," Kasta spat. "That bastard..." She only dared to talk that way about him with Lorn. To speak that way was almost treason. Not that it mattered much. She was above the law. No she was the Law; the punisher. She shuddered to think of what he had in mind for her now. "Kasta… one day someone will hear you,” Lorn said. She snorted. “Good,” she said. Lorn sighed. “It’s getting dark. And I’m sorry to say that I’m not Graced, unlike somebody, so I can’t see in the dark, thank you. So I’d like to be back at the castle before I can’t see my hand in front of my face…”
Arora hummed to herself as she climbed the steps to her room. Upon entering, one would see the grand piano by the window, and the arrangement of various musical instruments hanging on the wall… Arora passed them all by, making her way to the balcony. She sat down, letting the breeze comb her sun-red hair. Her room overlooked the great sharp mountains that pierced the sky with the might. It was an awe-inspiring site. She had a gift to play music. She loved it. But she was lonely. People enjoyed her music, but she wasn’t Graced like some of the other musicians. She’d never have their talent. She wanted to move people like they did. She was only as good as a unGraced could get. Unlike the other kingdoms, in Druet, Gracelings were cherished and revered. She went back inside. It got cold in the mountains quickly when the sun set, even in the summer. She picked up her favorite instrument, the violin. She plucked a few strings, lost in thought. She played a soft piece, one that held a note of sleep, while lonesome and melancholy. This twilight lullaby resounded off the stone walls, sweeping through the castle. She finished, letting the sound reverberate through her ears, before putting the violin back and getting ready for bed.
Seaten could see everything. Seeing through the eyes of his falcon, he continued his way onto Rada. It was one place to escape the war… He’d find shelter and food in one of the towns… It’d be another day’s walk. He called Lival to his arm. She landed gracefully and watched him with intelligent eyes. He skimmed the eyes of other animals, getting his bearings. He was blind; but he could see through the eyes of animals. He had Lival to help, as his main set of eyes, but any animal within a few yards he could see what they saw. The sun was setting. He’d have to make camp here tonight and reach the city tomorrow.
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Post by Galadas on Sept 3, 2009 16:12:11 GMT -5
Dedelaen stopped, looking at the two sides of the road, not sure which she should take. The one on her left leaded back to Rada, where she had grown up, and on her right was the way to Morsea, one she decided to take a few months ago. Only now, she was thinking again, clearly. Morsea wasn't really the place to be! She stared up to the sky, pulling her long dress right and binding her brown hair together again, again. She sighed on her decision, she had nothing to do in her home land, nether had she something to search for in the other kingdoms. She sat down, laying her bag besides her. Would anyone notice her if she just died there, on that little space besides the road to Rada, would anyone see her.
Detay shook his head when he entered the room that he shared with his little brother, he had just closed the door of the Inn, and left his uncle's youngest son to clean up. His little brother, 5 year younger, sat on his bed, in silence. "All of a sudden you were gone." He whispered. "Not like anyone noticed." Words came out of his mouth, and Sam looked up. "No one noticed." He repeated, holding his knees to his chin and staring in front of him. "Sam, I noticed!" Detay closed the door behind him and put the candle he hold on the table next to the bed. He sat down and stared at his brother, he hated that he couldn't understand him. "What are you feeling?" Samtewe shook his head simply, twice. "No, you don't wanna know." He said, then he broke, he stopped staring into nowhere and pointed them at his older brother. "I saved up some money, D. I want to leave here, go to Rada." Detay looked shocked, he tried to redeem himself, but it was hard. He couldn't believe his brother's ideas. He had some of them before, but they were never very serious, it was always after Ure, their uncle's eldest, had said something to him. "Are you certain?" Sam nodded, he smiled a bit. "I think I would be feeling better. Thank you for your feeling." Detay blushed, his brother had found that bit of happiness in his heart, the part of him that wanted to go with Sam. "You would find more happiness than you'll find around here." He spontaneously said. His little brother nodded again, his smile disappeared. He turned away and lay down, closing his eyes. He wanted to sleep.
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Post by WaterToFire on Sept 3, 2009 17:49:43 GMT -5
The day was bright, the air warm, and the dust scarce. Yesterday's rains had cleaned the air, bringing down the clinging dusts to add to the temporary streams and rivulets that had formed on the ground. Those too had gone, as the new day's warmth had dried the earth once more.
Vars was happy about this. Yesterday's rains had been good the the air, which meant the slaves would cough less and could work a little harder, but they had also flooded the deepest tunnels, necessitating their evacuation. That was not at all good for productivity. He liked it best when the miners stayed down there all day and night. Miners who knew nothing of the outside were less willing to risk their lives getting to it. Because that was his job here: not so much squashing revolts, but making sure they never happened in the first place. A fine occupation, really; for the Land needed iron just as it needed bread, or timber. There could be no civilization without it!
Vars looked to the map of the Land on the wall of his warden's shack. He traced the location of the Land's various iron mines, with figures related to their yearly productivity he'd scratched in with charcoal right next to each one.
Vars enjoyed thinking about the world and his place in it. So much so, that recently he had had an idea. A striking one, for it would mean a new life for him, one of excitement and danger and change. He was not used to change, nor did he like it. But if it gave the Land the advantage it needed to win the growing war, definitively this time, it was surely worth it. All duty was truly to the Land. This was something he impressed on the slaves at every opportunity he got. They seemed to eat it up, but he knew they didn't really understand. But that was why they were slaves, and ordinary citizens were not.
Recently Vars had taken the time to add sites of Land and her enemies' armies. That was integral to the plan. He was still working on the details of the plan, but the generalities seemed sound enough: if the war was to be waged with slaves for slaves, the Land couldn't possibly lose! The other lesser lands would never stoop to such a decision, but that was their folly. Slaves deserved their lot, so it was only natural that they should die serve the Land. The problem up to now had been forcing them to actually fight, but Vars could take care of that, no problem. It was astounding no one had thought of it before, really.
Well, he would make sure his idea was heard. For a man who could frighten anyone with a glance, Vars was oddly cowed by the thought of confronting the king with his idea. No matter. He would do it, as the Land called for it.
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Post by Yuu on Sept 4, 2009 0:24:31 GMT -5
Effie stood at the edge of the waterfront, watching the waves crash beneath her. With a wave of her hand, the wind arose; whistling a soft note as it hit the boats docked beside her. It was nightfall now. If she looked up, Effie could see all the stars in the sky. She smiled as the luminosity of the sky empowered her spirit. Certain calmness overcame her. With her graced eyes shut, Effie felt the wind flow as she pushed it forward in a slow motion with her arms. It is such a shame that her superior had to come and destroy the atmosphere. “Effie…” The voice murmured as softly as the wind. She gave no response. “Effie…” The voice spoke little louder. Again, there was no response. However, the voice continued: “Change the wind’s direction to Northwest. Then return for the castle.., Your mother has arrived. You have but only an hour to speak with her upon your return.” Although the voice spoke kindly, Effie still did not reply. She took one more step forward so that she stood on the very edge of the pier and raised her arms above her. Instantly, the wind changed however the whisper once heard in the wind was gone and the air became cold. Before following her superior back to the castle, Effie took one more quick glance up at the night sky. Tonight, She thought. I will no longer be around, King… Tonight, I take my leave.
The sun was hot as it burned down on the citizens of Ethill. Amongst the sand, crowds of people turned this way and that, headed to different destinations. And, amongst those crowds of people, stood a little boy face to face with a boy twice his size. “Severin!” The bigger boy scowled. “You are so short, so weak! A disgrace to our Ethillian ancestors!” He grabbed Severin’s shirt and lifted him up so that they were both seeing each other eye to eye. Anger burned inside Severin as he struggled to free himself. But alas, the grip of the older boy was tight. “Shut up!” Severin squeaked. “Shut up, shut up, shut up!” The older boy simply smiled, tossing Severin to the sand. “Talk to me like that when you can actually take me on,” he scowled. The boy left and Severin heard a sound of laughter trailing behind him. Severin stood up, gathered himself together and scurried back home. The rage within him burned of hatred; this boy has always been pushing Severin around. He yearned to destroy the boy more than anything in the world. He continued to home, and as the day went on, his rage escalated. It was only a matter of time before his power unleashed.
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Darkness Song
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Post by Darkness Song on Sept 4, 2009 19:06:21 GMT -5
Darva sat in his cell. Tonight was the night most of the other maidens would get him outside. They helped him get more food, more water, some sheets, anything really. Seeing as only the women were chosen they were always kind to him and his abilities. He looked up as the youngest one came up. She had blood red hair and bright red eyes. She had a bit of freckles but wore a bit of makeup to cover them up for the king. This time she did not wear any. She smiled and he smiled back with his teeth which were kept simple. "Heya Vicky." He smiled more. He liked Vicky. But she was one of the maidens to the King which meant she had to serve him more then any other guy. She was only about 18. She smiled back a bright beautiful smile. "Heya Darva." She helped him up. "The kings asleep and Val is keeping the rear entrance guard busy. You know how she can flirt." She giggled and led him out. It would only be in the gardens in the back but it was Darva's favorite place, with Vicky at least. She always made him laugh and giggle. She was like a rose, but ironicly she hated roses. The king always got them for her, but she never really put them in a vase unless he was with her that night. They ran quickly out the exit without the guard even glancing at them. Val was very good at keeping a man's attention. She had a bright green eye and a bright blue eye. But she was not graced at all. Darva knew that, but it kept her life out of the slums so she always tried her hardest to keep her fingers on her music. She played an amazing piano, but practiced days perfecting songs. She needed to or else she be killed or hanged. The king hated when someone faked their grace. Darva went outside and immediately ran off into the center breathing the fresh night air in his lungs. The garden stretched for a tenth of a mile in every direction. Every tree, every fruit was in this garden including a ten thousand flowers and a giant open yard in the middle with elegant fountains and marble floors. You were not really allowed on the marble unless there was a wedding or engagement party. Many nobles held it here because the king loved to see a wedding. And see all the unmarried maidens. He fell back and laid in the grass. Vicky walked to the middle with him and laid down staring at the moon. It was full and beautiful tonight. They always chose this night because you could see. Darva smiled and began to talk and talk, easily with her around. She made him feel better about anything. He lied to the king for her whenever he asked him to read her mind and tell him if she thought of him. He wanted her to stay, and unlike other maidens she was barely used. Vicky stopped him and then turned over and looked at him instead. "I wanna ask you... Something important." Darva turned over and looked at her. "What is it?" Vicky smiled. "The king... Have you ever, read his mind?" Darva's smile faded away. "I did once. But that was a long time ago. He was always worried about one of his maidens trying to kill him. He always worried that... But he never let me touch him. So I really can't." Vicky looked away. "Oh... Okay." She looked distant and spaced out. Then she sat up. "I wanted to ask, if you think he trusts me completely." Darva looked at her a little suspicious. "Why is that?" She smiled. "No reason. Just well... Can you keep a secret. I mean you have to take this to your death..." She emphisised the end. "Of course, for you." He looked a little scared. "I hate the king. He is a horrible king. Things he has done and will continue to do to me, and the rest of us maidens is well... I do not wanna talk about that. But we are trying to get him off the throne. But the plan will never work. He would have us all slaughtered and find new ones..." Darva looked at him. "You mean assass-" She covered his mouth. "Do not speak it!" She whispered. "He does have spies everywhere... He trusts no one... Even when he is with one of us theres always a guard watching. I have seen him watching once or twice. Even that word will get us killed." She let her hands down and then gazed at the moon. Darva knew not to talk anymore and just enjoy the night of freedom.
Alu walked the streets and looked along the apothocaries. They all had common drugs and herbs. Nothing potent, but there was always a time when one would have a very potent drug they had no clue what it was and tried to sell it for a cheap buck. Then theres the others who tried to sell worthless herbs for a large amount of money to unsuspecting people. He looked amoung the herbs and bought a few harmless ones and then snatched a few potent ones. Mixed herbs always made the best poisons. Plus along with his collection of vials of snake and lizard venoms he could create nice potent killers. Alu walked carefully and slowly, he always moved in his fighting stance but now he had to blend in. He brushed his arm against the hilt of Myr. He felt safer now. As long as Myr was with him he could not die. He knew it. He looked up as the sun began to set and went towards the edge of the walls where there were not so many shacks. There was a nice inner forest and against the wall was his home. Sure he had to remove a brick and squeeze in but it was the best he can do in enemy territory. Especially with his talents.
Har'rok looked and saw the sun begin to set. He pulled his wagon over and took his valuable swords out and several of his precious swords and then took the rest later and laid them on the side and covered them in the red and yellow fall leaves. He did this to cover them from bandits. He began to walk around the woods pickup up sticks and moving his cart deeper into the woods but he made sure no one accidentally found the weapons with a little grace he hid them better then anyone could see them. He laid down a bit of his sticks and some wood for his fire and looked in the trees to see a falcon. A bright peregrine falcon. He smiled and raised his hand as the bird flew to it and landed. He looked at him then around, then flew off. He smiled and went back to making a fire. He touched his staff to the wood and striked it like a match against a rock. Fire flew towards the tinder and started the fire. He sat back and relaxed for the night. The horses feeding off the hay he bought in the town behind him.
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