Advertise/Affiliate Other Forum Main Page The World Before You Play

Inheritance

Started by visualspice, April 23, 2023, 12:37:29 PM

Previous topic - Next topic

0 Members and 1 Guest are viewing this topic.

visualspice

OOC: Tags to @selkie 

-----------------

How long had they been on the roads? The entire country was too long a burden to cross, and although he was quite sure it wasn't a year (for the seasons remained to hold, that much he was certain) but it was nearly half of that, or so his log books, that he so diligently penned, had indicated. At least they were nearly there, for the evidence was all around them- in the air that now smelled like the salt of the sea, and the dirt on the grounds beginning to mix with sands.

His grand father had been a worldly man, Guhn'tao Inawa being respected by many, and personally invited by most. By to Oska Inawa, his grandfather was more of a legend than a figure in his life- an idol. Most talked about him, but it was on rare occasion that the young man had ever interacted with him. Those moments were seared deepest into his memory, for not only did it instill respect for the man, but a certain fear as well. There was a reason the Inawa family continued to prosper in the world wide market- one that Guhn'tao navigated as if with the natural ease of breath itself. And with it...
Oska realized he had big shoes to fill... for initially his father was to inherit the family business. But Hwanma Inawa would never live to see that day. He had been ruthlessly trained since Oska's youth, and in so- his father began to become less and less apart of his own life, and focusing purely on the trade. Except the one year when Oska had first joined him to learn the ins and outs of the family trade...

Everything had gone perfectly.

But all good things come to an end. And now- he knew many whispered at his inexperience as he was to take on the reins of the Inawa fortune. And too many times during this damned journey did it torment. To think back to that day...
when the earth swelled... and he had been trapped... his father, unable to help and....


He closed his eyes, slowly breathing- in and out...
in and out...
in...

and out.

When he opened his eyes again he lifted the drape from the carriage and noted the fine silhouette of the towering city of Cerenis on the horizon. 

'Finally', he thought, with a sigh as she sat up a little straighter within the carriage. He adjusted his suit coat and rapped on the side of the carriage wall. The wheels soon ground to a halt.

"Yes, Master Inawa?" came the coachmen's reply.

"We will rest up here. We should make it to the city before night fall but I'd like to stretch my legs."

"Very well."

He heard the man jump down from his perch, then stepped along side where he moved to pull open the heavy side door and held it open for his lord.

He stepped out with silent grace, raising a hand to shield his eyes from the sun that glittered in harsh lines through the trees. He peered once over at the horizon, towards the city, and the trail before them before turning away to take in the sandy grounds and long, squat, old trees. 

This area was hot, sticky and humid with trees that, while tall, had branches hanging low and thick to the grounds and tended to be heavy with ivy and other vining plants. The tops grew out wide, wider than those trees to the north of here, which stood tall and thin- like daggers towards the sky. He always found this interesting, and noted a small grove of trees tucked away from the road, but lit by the dancing goldness of the sun's rays.

He motioned to this staff he was going for a brief walk - and when asked for an escort, he waved off the notion. They obliged, and he was walking alone, deeper into the forest paths and taking in the great old trees all around him, whose branches and old tangle of vines swayed in the late afternoon breeze.

He was far enough away he could no longer see the carriage, but he had made note of how to get back. He was now nose deep in some notes, producing an ink well and pen and resting the small well into a knot in the tree and began to scribble in his journal. He often took notes of places on his journey, making detailed descriptions of trees and fauna, animal life and the weather. But then something caught his ear and he turned, straining...

Water? There must have been a stream nearby. He plucked up his inkwell and tucked his pen into his book and strolled deeper, following the sound curiously. It was a bit unlike him to travel this far on his lonesome, but he was itching to just move and he was hardly that far away from his carriage that a good few shouts ought to carry up from the valley floor he was walking through.

But the noise seemed to be further than he thought, and soon he was hearing a much loud roar of water-
Falls, and slowed his approached and he paused to take note of the way he had come. He scribbled, with now fading ink, inside his book, a few key markers on which path he had taken- then tucked the pen away and moved towards a large hanging drapery of interwoven vines laced in moss. It was... something awe inspiring to be sure, even for a man such as he, it was like some magnificent tapestry of earthen greens, and he paused a good moment to take it all in, wishing he had the ability to draw such a view. But instead, he pulled back out the ink well, nearly spilling it before setting it amongst the rocks near his feet, and dipped the drying pen into it, which thirstly took in more dark ink and he scratched away all the details he could.

There was a reason he wanted to be alone- for as much as it was wise to have men at his side at all times...
It meant less privacy and he just wanted a moment to be.. be anywhere else but here. And in these forests, so old and ancient...
He was reminded of those books he read in his youth, the ones he tucked away and still read in secret, today- before tapping the pen aside and tucked it within the pages again and staring at the large moss and ivy mass before him. He craned his neck up to see where it came, but it was hard to deduce just where and which set of trees it had began.

But the sudden snap of a twig drew his attention elsewhere. He glanced around, saw nothing, but then recalled the bubbling roar of a waterfall beckoning on the other side. he peered around, then behind him, making notes of the area one last time, before stepping through the veil of green and into the darker, deeper woods beyond.
CHECK OUT MY LATEST SITE EVENT!
The Never King- a king erased from history because of his dabblings in dark magic (among other things...) suddenly because a present day problem when an unlikely group of adventurers 'awakens' him from the grave. You can read more about the event on the plotting page here and information page here!

I ran the Connlaothian civil war. For more info, check out it's page here. The war has now turned into a 'Cold War' with it's plotting page found here. It's no longer a huge site wide event but the scars are there.

My currently active characters:
Grand Duke Calent Allarrick // Aella Coleridge // Blaith Harmond // Kella Harmond  // Hope Allarrick // Krah Mordeth // Mehtwald Allaen // Zannrick Austengarde // Katahnia Harmond // Jinai Rinstgate  // Leif Arrant // Dekka Blade  // Kentamin Dhelsbar  // Dahnny Quills  // Victoria Armani  // Ohna Waitsmith  // Jarrett L'isson  // Trest Arristaire  // Clayton "Jack-in-the-Box" Wilson // Cullen  //  Vels // Shay // Killian  // Fluke  // Mellesta // Danning // Petrin // Gavriella // Dornsley // Miersck // Aelith // Iyla // Angel // Ellarrah // Persea Ah'nikh // Phone // Jace // Ne'friss // Opus Dey // Lord Amalin // Ehvren // Narophne // Edward // Dehzrehn // Chase Vander // Valeska // Jayo //Layana // Rezvek // Red Sun // Harmanaija // Mirajah // Liana // Oska //Hay-gee // Beatrice // Ninn // Dao'bachpa //Pao'orha // Mae'leena // Davishire // Davina// Gemla // Hyathia //Thethysis // Urd // Missendria // Ina-herit // Feni'tat // Phen // Evelyn // Kell // Striker // Ithica // Connor // Vlint // The Gambler // Lord Aegis // Thomas // Quince // Althea // Vaeyna // Ihlsepar Asawa'eht // Krazxick // Djchastese // Katoma // Na'o // Moonlight // Bluesong //Caollette // Artemis // Arrick // Evetta //Jackal // Winston //Lenny // Anphis // Hebara //Ibra // Dre'hn // Veride // Arthund // Kao

selkie

The land... was unforgiving.

She had always loved it, with its tall trees and the immense green that seemed to blanket it like snow did in winter. It wasn't the colour of life to her, not after most of her time being spent underwater as a pup, but rather the colour of excitement. Of adventure. Something different to the swathes of brown kelp and grey rock that dominated the coastline. First came the grass, so similar to the seagrass she knew, yet far less delicate and picky about where it would choose to grow. She didn't have to go far to encounter that. Trees she saw in the distance, but they hardly ever grew so near to the sea, and she heard of them in stories of great forests. They stood strong, and did not move, unlike the thick forests of kelp and huge floating masses of sargassum. As a child, the idea of a maze of giant living statues was inherently filled with magic. The only problem was that the magic never ran out. 

The whole clein knew of her longing stares away from the ocean. The touch of magic she held within her, they commemorated of course, saying it was a natural gift and she was a true steward of the sea. Tehi knew within her that it tied her to everything. To the seas, to the rivers, to the land. The rest of her people did not much care for any fabled connection to the land—the land-dwellers had that covered. So, when they finally saw sense, she jumped at the chance.

And found herself far, far out of her depth.

The first village she had come across, hungry stares followed her with every step. She'd clutched her pelt tighter. It was only luck that a kind woman dragged her inside and threw some of her spare clothes at her. Still, some of the men watched her, with either caution and fear or desire. Though the white slip dress she'd received made her look a little more human, there was no denying that she was a selkie if any one of these men knew half a thing about them. Her naivety betrayed her; the thoughts of why it might have been a good idea to avoid wandering around with only a sealskin draped over her shoulder escaped her. However, she still kept her distance. The pelt she gripped in her otherwise free hand was reason enough to.

The next settlement she found herself in upriver nearly made her cry. Amongst the houses, ironworkers and other craftsmen dumped horrid waste of metal forging and leather dyeing into the waters.  She'd swam up part of the river to it until the water had gotten too rancid, and now she'd discovered why it had been so disgusting. That night, she flooded their workshops under the cover of darkness, escaping into the wilds. The next morning, the craftsmen discovered a selkie curse carved into every piece of stone and wood that made up their shops, and no tool marks to show for it. The wilds became her home for days. 

The sounds of the woods comforted her; she learned about all the animals as she walked, peering at insects and birds even after days on end in the wilderness. It all held so much novelty. But she wasn't so naive not to know the sounds of footsteps. Still on guard from land-dwellers, she hid herself amongst the trees at the top of the waterfall, a good vantage point to watch for prey.. well, perhaps more aptly, predators. Considering her options Tehi looked over the precipice from where the water plunged down, down, and sure enough a nice pool had formed there from decades of weathering. As the footsteps grew ever closer, with a small movement of her hand, the water below parted in a small whirlpool until her magic could no longer part any more, the bed still not quite revealed—yes, deep enough for a jump. Lying in wait was not her hunting strong suit, but she would master it. She would learn the ways of the land, of ambush and patience. Nobody would dare come here again.

visualspice

It was strange how much more moist the air was as he stepped through the veil. And the deeper he went, the thicker the air was with it. He knew he was incredibly close to the source, and he had to step careful now as moss slicked most surfaces, and he nearly lost his footing a couple of times.

He paused to put his papers more securely away. It wouldn't do for his notes to get ruined. Then he continued onward, through a breezeway of trees and up a sloping hill of amply cut rocks. 


He was almost there, he could tell.. but it seemed there was a great number of tall boulders in his path near the size of great houses. He paused a moment, hands to his hips, as he contemplated a way around them. But then he noticed something, a narrow cut in the rocks. Yes.. he might be able to use that to climb to the other side. 

But then he paused, considering a moment that he ought to head back. It was foolish to continue to wander so far away from his men. And even he hadn't desired to venture this far away.

But.. he knew well enough the waterfall was just behind the boulders and he had been itching to just move after bring cooped up so long inside his carriage. He'd take one look, take some notes about the falls.. then he'd head back.

Or so he told himself. But once he made it to the top of the boulders, he let himself be entranced- for the falls were beautiful and large and filled the entire vale with misted wonder. It took him far too long to decide to draw out his quill and ink well and..blasted.. where was his ink well?

Oska fumbled around before checking his pockets. Ah, there it was. But as he moved to uncork the small glass jar, his mist soaked hands dropped the cup and instinctively he went to snatch it...

Only to twist uncertainly, the moss carpet coming lose as he tumbled. And he had nothing to catch hold of as he felt himself topple and fall with a cry. Papers flew out of his bag like a startling of birds, and black ink tumbled and shattered silently against the rocks. His form faired no better as the tumbled and slipped through the line of rocks cupping the waterfalls belly before he smacked his head and disappeared into the misty lake below.
CHECK OUT MY LATEST SITE EVENT!
The Never King- a king erased from history because of his dabblings in dark magic (among other things...) suddenly because a present day problem when an unlikely group of adventurers 'awakens' him from the grave. You can read more about the event on the plotting page here and information page here!

I ran the Connlaothian civil war. For more info, check out it's page here. The war has now turned into a 'Cold War' with it's plotting page found here. It's no longer a huge site wide event but the scars are there.

My currently active characters:
Grand Duke Calent Allarrick // Aella Coleridge // Blaith Harmond // Kella Harmond  // Hope Allarrick // Krah Mordeth // Mehtwald Allaen // Zannrick Austengarde // Katahnia Harmond // Jinai Rinstgate  // Leif Arrant // Dekka Blade  // Kentamin Dhelsbar  // Dahnny Quills  // Victoria Armani  // Ohna Waitsmith  // Jarrett L'isson  // Trest Arristaire  // Clayton "Jack-in-the-Box" Wilson // Cullen  //  Vels // Shay // Killian  // Fluke  // Mellesta // Danning // Petrin // Gavriella // Dornsley // Miersck // Aelith // Iyla // Angel // Ellarrah // Persea Ah'nikh // Phone // Jace // Ne'friss // Opus Dey // Lord Amalin // Ehvren // Narophne // Edward // Dehzrehn // Chase Vander // Valeska // Jayo //Layana // Rezvek // Red Sun // Harmanaija // Mirajah // Liana // Oska //Hay-gee // Beatrice // Ninn // Dao'bachpa //Pao'orha // Mae'leena // Davishire // Davina// Gemla // Hyathia //Thethysis // Urd // Missendria // Ina-herit // Feni'tat // Phen // Evelyn // Kell // Striker // Ithica // Connor // Vlint // The Gambler // Lord Aegis // Thomas // Quince // Althea // Vaeyna // Ihlsepar Asawa'eht // Krazxick // Djchastese // Katoma // Na'o // Moonlight // Bluesong //Caollette // Artemis // Arrick // Evetta //Jackal // Winston //Lenny // Anphis // Hebara //Ibra // Dre'hn // Veride // Arthund // Kao

selkie

...What was that?

She hesitated for a moment, still crouched in the bushes. Was it a trap? No, it couldn't be, it all sounded so real. After a few moments she brought herself to look over the edge, her hand steadying herself on the rocks. Below, a shadow now floated in the water. A very human-looking shadow. The rays of light filtering through the trees caught occasionally on the form, revealing the clothes drifting lazily about on them. There was no question about it. It was a land-dweller. One that no longer moved. She grimaced, wondered what she was even doing, and then leapt off the edge.

Plunging down, down, alongside the water, before it consumed her, splashing upwards and making waves in the rippling pool. As she opened her eyes she watched the form in the water drift downwards. On their head, a wound. Without even donning her pelt, she let her staff drift to the surface, bobbing there as the piece of driftwood it was as she kicked forwards and dived down. If they were bait, it certainly convinced her. She watched him for a moment until it dawned on her that he might not be as good at holding his breath as she was, even if he had been conscious, and grabbed him. Quickly, she lifted him up in the water. Before long they broke the surface. The shore of the small lake wasn't far and she dragged him over with little trouble, as strong a swimmer as she was, placing him there on his back so he would hopefully breathe.

Before she tended to him, however, she grabbed her floating staff and traipsed onto the banks, glancing around for any others that may have come with him. It pleased her when the sound of the birdsong resumed after her leap; they were wild out here. They wouldn't sing if they knew people were approaching. Satisfied, she turned back to the man lying on the mossy banks of the water. His head dripped blood and his eyes remained closed. Not that she minded—it gave her time to see if he would live, and then move away. With a flourish of her hands, air flooded into his lungs, after which she moved to tend his head, stopping a moment to consider if magic was even needed for this. However, she couldn't tell if he'd really damaged his skull without reaching out with her power. As she pressed a hand against the wound, she felt the magic extend from her, and then the pressure in his head from the swelling, the slight fractures, the torn skin. Bone cracked as it knitted back together neatly, and she just about managed to reduce some of the concussion damage inside as well. The wound on the outside remained as she reached the limits of her healing on such an intricate, important area, but she didn't hesitate to tear a strip of fabric from the bottom hem of the white slip dress she wore, wrapping it firmly around the wound after washing it with a splash of cold water and tying it off. That would do.

Almost immediately she grabbed her staff once more and stood. Hopefully, soon, he would awake, and would go back wherever he'd walked from, confused, leaving her to the wilds where she could find her food and sleep leisurely on the banks of the water. Maybe he would even tell others to stay away. She wouldn't mind becoming a local legend, as long as she was the kind that compelled those who heard of her to keep their distance.

visualspice

It was good she tended to his lungs, for he had taken in much water. He coughed briefly, though still unconscious , vomiting out the lake waters before shivering and breathing hard.  Dark hair and clothes suctioned to him, soaked thoroughly from the fall. But even as she healed his head the man lay there unmoving, simply breathing shallow and slow.

And the wilds around them seemed none the wiser as birds and creatures continued to chitter and caw.
CHECK OUT MY LATEST SITE EVENT!
The Never King- a king erased from history because of his dabblings in dark magic (among other things...) suddenly because a present day problem when an unlikely group of adventurers 'awakens' him from the grave. You can read more about the event on the plotting page here and information page here!

I ran the Connlaothian civil war. For more info, check out it's page here. The war has now turned into a 'Cold War' with it's plotting page found here. It's no longer a huge site wide event but the scars are there.

My currently active characters:
Grand Duke Calent Allarrick // Aella Coleridge // Blaith Harmond // Kella Harmond  // Hope Allarrick // Krah Mordeth // Mehtwald Allaen // Zannrick Austengarde // Katahnia Harmond // Jinai Rinstgate  // Leif Arrant // Dekka Blade  // Kentamin Dhelsbar  // Dahnny Quills  // Victoria Armani  // Ohna Waitsmith  // Jarrett L'isson  // Trest Arristaire  // Clayton "Jack-in-the-Box" Wilson // Cullen  //  Vels // Shay // Killian  // Fluke  // Mellesta // Danning // Petrin // Gavriella // Dornsley // Miersck // Aelith // Iyla // Angel // Ellarrah // Persea Ah'nikh // Phone // Jace // Ne'friss // Opus Dey // Lord Amalin // Ehvren // Narophne // Edward // Dehzrehn // Chase Vander // Valeska // Jayo //Layana // Rezvek // Red Sun // Harmanaija // Mirajah // Liana // Oska //Hay-gee // Beatrice // Ninn // Dao'bachpa //Pao'orha // Mae'leena // Davishire // Davina// Gemla // Hyathia //Thethysis // Urd // Missendria // Ina-herit // Feni'tat // Phen // Evelyn // Kell // Striker // Ithica // Connor // Vlint // The Gambler // Lord Aegis // Thomas // Quince // Althea // Vaeyna // Ihlsepar Asawa'eht // Krazxick // Djchastese // Katoma // Na'o // Moonlight // Bluesong //Caollette // Artemis // Arrick // Evetta //Jackal // Winston //Lenny // Anphis // Hebara //Ibra // Dre'hn // Veride // Arthund // Kao

selkie

Still nothing. She waited for moments, seconds, minutes, but he still didn't wake. Surely she'd fixed him up enough? Maybe... maybe land-dwellers worked differently? Maybe she'd prioritised the wrong thing? Her mother always said human men don't think with their heads... She crept closer again, leaning over him as she watched his breathing. If he was maybe going to die, there was no harm in trying something else to wake him. She leant down further, readying herself, and closed her eyes. Smack! Her palm stung from where she'd slapped him on the cheek, but if anything could wake him, that almost certainly would.

She hoped he wasn't some kind of criminal, someone who would attack her if he did wake up. Most avoided the deepest parts of these thick woods. He must've had some reason to come here. Though as she examined him further, he seemed to be dressed far more elegantly that many of the people she'd seen in the small towns and villages she'd passed through on her way here. They wore more functional garments, in colours like the brown kelp and the foam of the sea. If he was some kind of noble or important figure... people would be looking for him. Guards. Heavily armed guards. Something she could not afford to encounter.

visualspice

The slap jolted the young man awake as he cried out in alarm, hands thrown up reflexively as he cowered away. Disoriented, he continued to cower, before eyes peering through is arms began to focus on her and before he could think better of it, he asked, although it was more of a demand, "Who are you?"
CHECK OUT MY LATEST SITE EVENT!
The Never King- a king erased from history because of his dabblings in dark magic (among other things...) suddenly because a present day problem when an unlikely group of adventurers 'awakens' him from the grave. You can read more about the event on the plotting page here and information page here!

I ran the Connlaothian civil war. For more info, check out it's page here. The war has now turned into a 'Cold War' with it's plotting page found here. It's no longer a huge site wide event but the scars are there.

My currently active characters:
Grand Duke Calent Allarrick // Aella Coleridge // Blaith Harmond // Kella Harmond  // Hope Allarrick // Krah Mordeth // Mehtwald Allaen // Zannrick Austengarde // Katahnia Harmond // Jinai Rinstgate  // Leif Arrant // Dekka Blade  // Kentamin Dhelsbar  // Dahnny Quills  // Victoria Armani  // Ohna Waitsmith  // Jarrett L'isson  // Trest Arristaire  // Clayton "Jack-in-the-Box" Wilson // Cullen  //  Vels // Shay // Killian  // Fluke  // Mellesta // Danning // Petrin // Gavriella // Dornsley // Miersck // Aelith // Iyla // Angel // Ellarrah // Persea Ah'nikh // Phone // Jace // Ne'friss // Opus Dey // Lord Amalin // Ehvren // Narophne // Edward // Dehzrehn // Chase Vander // Valeska // Jayo //Layana // Rezvek // Red Sun // Harmanaija // Mirajah // Liana // Oska //Hay-gee // Beatrice // Ninn // Dao'bachpa //Pao'orha // Mae'leena // Davishire // Davina// Gemla // Hyathia //Thethysis // Urd // Missendria // Ina-herit // Feni'tat // Phen // Evelyn // Kell // Striker // Ithica // Connor // Vlint // The Gambler // Lord Aegis // Thomas // Quince // Althea // Vaeyna // Ihlsepar Asawa'eht // Krazxick // Djchastese // Katoma // Na'o // Moonlight // Bluesong //Caollette // Artemis // Arrick // Evetta //Jackal // Winston //Lenny // Anphis // Hebara //Ibra // Dre'hn // Veride // Arthund // Kao

selkie

She jumped back a little as he finally woke, a look of shock plastered across his face. Clearly she had no reason to be alarmed. He didn't even throw a single blow her way. "You nearly drowned." She replied, dodging his question. Slowly, she backed away, giving him more space and moving to leave him be. If people came looking for him she'd rather not be around when they found him all bashed and bloodied. "You should be more careful. The water is not as forgiving as some think it is. But you will be fine, if you give yourself some time to heal."

visualspice

"I..." he blinked. "What?"
But as he began to remember, he winced and grabbed at his head, the pain suddenly incredible. Baring his teeth he felt dizzy a moment before catching his balance on a mossy surface nearby.
CHECK OUT MY LATEST SITE EVENT!
The Never King- a king erased from history because of his dabblings in dark magic (among other things...) suddenly because a present day problem when an unlikely group of adventurers 'awakens' him from the grave. You can read more about the event on the plotting page here and information page here!

I ran the Connlaothian civil war. For more info, check out it's page here. The war has now turned into a 'Cold War' with it's plotting page found here. It's no longer a huge site wide event but the scars are there.

My currently active characters:
Grand Duke Calent Allarrick // Aella Coleridge // Blaith Harmond // Kella Harmond  // Hope Allarrick // Krah Mordeth // Mehtwald Allaen // Zannrick Austengarde // Katahnia Harmond // Jinai Rinstgate  // Leif Arrant // Dekka Blade  // Kentamin Dhelsbar  // Dahnny Quills  // Victoria Armani  // Ohna Waitsmith  // Jarrett L'isson  // Trest Arristaire  // Clayton "Jack-in-the-Box" Wilson // Cullen  //  Vels // Shay // Killian  // Fluke  // Mellesta // Danning // Petrin // Gavriella // Dornsley // Miersck // Aelith // Iyla // Angel // Ellarrah // Persea Ah'nikh // Phone // Jace // Ne'friss // Opus Dey // Lord Amalin // Ehvren // Narophne // Edward // Dehzrehn // Chase Vander // Valeska // Jayo //Layana // Rezvek // Red Sun // Harmanaija // Mirajah // Liana // Oska //Hay-gee // Beatrice // Ninn // Dao'bachpa //Pao'orha // Mae'leena // Davishire // Davina// Gemla // Hyathia //Thethysis // Urd // Missendria // Ina-herit // Feni'tat // Phen // Evelyn // Kell // Striker // Ithica // Connor // Vlint // The Gambler // Lord Aegis // Thomas // Quince // Althea // Vaeyna // Ihlsepar Asawa'eht // Krazxick // Djchastese // Katoma // Na'o // Moonlight // Bluesong //Caollette // Artemis // Arrick // Evetta //Jackal // Winston //Lenny // Anphis // Hebara //Ibra // Dre'hn // Veride // Arthund // Kao

selkie

"You should get back to wherever you came from," she warned him. Finding another place to live for the time being wasn't on the cards. This place had everything she needed while she got her bearings of this land—food to hunt, fresh water, and seclusion. "People will be looking for you, I have no doubt."

visualspice

People would...
Oh... right, obviously he hadn't come on his own. He frowned, mind still dazed and he- considerably troubled by the information.

"You should come with me," he suggested, before thinking any better of it and added , "I cam pay you. For your help.. I..." the pain hit him again and he grimaced, clutching the side of his head and growing feint.
CHECK OUT MY LATEST SITE EVENT!
The Never King- a king erased from history because of his dabblings in dark magic (among other things...) suddenly because a present day problem when an unlikely group of adventurers 'awakens' him from the grave. You can read more about the event on the plotting page here and information page here!

I ran the Connlaothian civil war. For more info, check out it's page here. The war has now turned into a 'Cold War' with it's plotting page found here. It's no longer a huge site wide event but the scars are there.

My currently active characters:
Grand Duke Calent Allarrick // Aella Coleridge // Blaith Harmond // Kella Harmond  // Hope Allarrick // Krah Mordeth // Mehtwald Allaen // Zannrick Austengarde // Katahnia Harmond // Jinai Rinstgate  // Leif Arrant // Dekka Blade  // Kentamin Dhelsbar  // Dahnny Quills  // Victoria Armani  // Ohna Waitsmith  // Jarrett L'isson  // Trest Arristaire  // Clayton "Jack-in-the-Box" Wilson // Cullen  //  Vels // Shay // Killian  // Fluke  // Mellesta // Danning // Petrin // Gavriella // Dornsley // Miersck // Aelith // Iyla // Angel // Ellarrah // Persea Ah'nikh // Phone // Jace // Ne'friss // Opus Dey // Lord Amalin // Ehvren // Narophne // Edward // Dehzrehn // Chase Vander // Valeska // Jayo //Layana // Rezvek // Red Sun // Harmanaija // Mirajah // Liana // Oska //Hay-gee // Beatrice // Ninn // Dao'bachpa //Pao'orha // Mae'leena // Davishire // Davina// Gemla // Hyathia //Thethysis // Urd // Missendria // Ina-herit // Feni'tat // Phen // Evelyn // Kell // Striker // Ithica // Connor // Vlint // The Gambler // Lord Aegis // Thomas // Quince // Althea // Vaeyna // Ihlsepar Asawa'eht // Krazxick // Djchastese // Katoma // Na'o // Moonlight // Bluesong //Caollette // Artemis // Arrick // Evetta //Jackal // Winston //Lenny // Anphis // Hebara //Ibra // Dre'hn // Veride // Arthund // Kao

selkie

She eyed him in her peripheral vision, just about to turn and leave him to gather himself. "There are people in this world who place little value on shiny pieces of metal. Though it would be good to be able to enter the cities without having to return to the wilds for food..." she mused to herself. Her path led right to land-dweller civilisation, and she couldn't just avoid it forever, but at the same time she had no doubt that someone would offer her coin to lure her into the trap of trust.

"Who are you travelling with?" She asked, turning back towards him. "I am not particularly inclined to bring myself to a convoy of men with weapons. Land-dwellers in fancy cloth like you tend to be accompanied by them."

visualspice

"Land dwellers in fancy cloth?" He repeated, the phrasing odd to him as he blinked. Then about her other accuasation...

"You mean my escorts? " He frowned, face seeming placid but the notion was there. "Who wouldn't travel in these parts without an escort of armed men?"

It seemed silly the young woman asked. Who.. exactly was she?
CHECK OUT MY LATEST SITE EVENT!
The Never King- a king erased from history because of his dabblings in dark magic (among other things...) suddenly because a present day problem when an unlikely group of adventurers 'awakens' him from the grave. You can read more about the event on the plotting page here and information page here!

I ran the Connlaothian civil war. For more info, check out it's page here. The war has now turned into a 'Cold War' with it's plotting page found here. It's no longer a huge site wide event but the scars are there.

My currently active characters:
Grand Duke Calent Allarrick // Aella Coleridge // Blaith Harmond // Kella Harmond  // Hope Allarrick // Krah Mordeth // Mehtwald Allaen // Zannrick Austengarde // Katahnia Harmond // Jinai Rinstgate  // Leif Arrant // Dekka Blade  // Kentamin Dhelsbar  // Dahnny Quills  // Victoria Armani  // Ohna Waitsmith  // Jarrett L'isson  // Trest Arristaire  // Clayton "Jack-in-the-Box" Wilson // Cullen  //  Vels // Shay // Killian  // Fluke  // Mellesta // Danning // Petrin // Gavriella // Dornsley // Miersck // Aelith // Iyla // Angel // Ellarrah // Persea Ah'nikh // Phone // Jace // Ne'friss // Opus Dey // Lord Amalin // Ehvren // Narophne // Edward // Dehzrehn // Chase Vander // Valeska // Jayo //Layana // Rezvek // Red Sun // Harmanaija // Mirajah // Liana // Oska //Hay-gee // Beatrice // Ninn // Dao'bachpa //Pao'orha // Mae'leena // Davishire // Davina// Gemla // Hyathia //Thethysis // Urd // Missendria // Ina-herit // Feni'tat // Phen // Evelyn // Kell // Striker // Ithica // Connor // Vlint // The Gambler // Lord Aegis // Thomas // Quince // Althea // Vaeyna // Ihlsepar Asawa'eht // Krazxick // Djchastese // Katoma // Na'o // Moonlight // Bluesong //Caollette // Artemis // Arrick // Evetta //Jackal // Winston //Lenny // Anphis // Hebara //Ibra // Dre'hn // Veride // Arthund // Kao

Tags: