Brokenhearts
Rank 15 (On Angie's Level)
Beware, all ye who talk 2 me
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Post by Brokenhearts on Jun 9, 2007 4:34:16 GMT -5
Ice smiled weakly as the fireball came towards her. she rolled her eyes and caught it, and let it absorbe into her skin, fire came her strength. in an instant she had again raised earth around the boy, and covered the top like an earth bound prison, there were holes for him to breathe about his face, but other wise he and his cat couldn't move. he couldn't get away that easy.
"fire elementals are commen hun," she said, patronizingly making her way to the 'cage', she glanced back at the hawk and her other barrier, she would have to leave the barrier soon and simply ask Mother Nature to keep it up and she was a tricky one, never always did as she was asked.
go wake up skinny man, said Ice to Chaandi silently, but keep an eye on that hawk- it's Hunter's and i don't like either.
don't worry, sweetling, assured Chaandi calmly, neither will see me. as she slithered into the grass not even Ice could see her friend.
she turned her attentions on the box again, "so kid," she smiled, walking towards him, "don't forget, lord we're in a village, not in one of your fancy manshions. the villagers dont like folks like you. and what am i? o thats right, a villager with gifts. now... where was i before i was so rudely interrupted. o that's it." she came round the box and stared up at him in the face, eyes narrowed, "who are you? and wat are you doing here? we dont have your kind round here much- not unless they have a death wish." she had half a mind to spit, but she kept her temper.
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Post by Chris on Jun 10, 2007 11:01:28 GMT -5
(Who's turn?)
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Post by Techy on Jun 10, 2007 11:46:09 GMT -5
(i'm not sure. Ethans or Ryans would be my guess)
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Post by isilwen on Jun 10, 2007 21:46:43 GMT -5
*pouts* I guess I came too late to start in ... I don't wanna read everything or wreck any order that's been set up ... *sighs* oh well ... I'm not that good with magic anyway ... and I'm not on very often ...
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Brokenhearts
Rank 15 (On Angie's Level)
Beware, all ye who talk 2 me
Posts: 4,934
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Post by Brokenhearts on Jun 11, 2007 6:07:48 GMT -5
there hasnt been much order on here and its nt 2 l8 2 join!!!
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Oli
Rank 2 (STILL a Newbie)
Me in 'concert'
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Post by Oli on Jun 11, 2007 7:24:09 GMT -5
"Eurgh. What just happened?" Nero asked himself, as he started to regain consciousness, slowly feeling the puncture wounds wear the wrrow heads had dug in. "And what's with the darkness in here", as Nero tried to work out the room he was in.
"Oi, prisoner! SHUT UP!", came a booming voice.
Well thats very reassuring to say the least, Nero thought. I'm stuck in some prison. Correction some dark and dirty prison, and i need to get out of here.
(sos thought i'd post but then after weeknd, cant really think that wel;)
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Post by Chris on Jun 11, 2007 10:15:16 GMT -5
(Nonsense, isilwen, the more the merrier. Not much has really happened so far, honest.)
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Post by Techy on Jun 11, 2007 14:27:49 GMT -5
(Yeah, Isi, lots of "whose turns?" and what-not)
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Post by Jayda on Jun 11, 2007 19:28:34 GMT -5
Name: Averey
Age: 13
Appearance: Averey has long, dirty blonde hair and large brown eyes. He's scrawny due to a lack of food, but tall, and has the look of a teenager who's grown much too quickly in a short amount of time. His facial structure is bony and constantly sports a wary, pinched expression that comes from seeing more than he should've in his short life. His lips are thin and pale and his nose is also quite thin. His fingers and feet are long, also alluding to the 'sudden growth spurt' look he has. One arm is a good four inches shorter than the other due to an improperly healed break received from a shopkeeper who caught him trying to steal some meat.
Ability/Element: Premonitions. He can view events up to three days before they happen (so far) but has no way to tell when what he sees will occur except for clues in the visions themselves.
Channeling object/animal: None.
Traits: Averey has been on his own except for his dog for many years now. Because of this, he is less than innocent in many ways that he shouldn't be. He is homeless, and lives on the streets of the village. He tries to not let the sad truth of his life affect him, but it's hard to when he sees the other children going home at night after a long day of playing, and he has nowhere to go, no mother to call him into dinner, no dad to tell him how tall he's getting. Once he had an older sister, but she left to try and find work, promising she would be back in two hours. That was six years ago. Now Averey just tries to survive as best he can, but all he really wants is a family and a home. He tends to be very quiet and slightly bitter. He strays away from adult males as much as possible, after a tramatizing experience in his past after being caught stealing from a shopkeeper. Averey constantly feels desperate for human interaction, no matter how hard he tries to hide it from himself. He has a habit of attracting trouble no matter where he goes and dreams of being an assassin.
Pet: Large mangy German Shepherd he calls Caine.
Allegiance: Villager
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Two thoughts kept repeating in his head, and it was the constant mantra of them that kept him from completely passing out as he crawled aimlessly through the village: "Somebody please kill me" and "Please let Caine be okay..."
The last he had seen on his beloved dog was as they were swept in the storm of stampeding soldiers after accidently stumbling onto the raging battle near the castle. How was he supposed to know that was happening? He had never had a gang to warn him to stay clear, so how had he been supposed to know?
A sudden wave of great racking pain coursed through his system, and all thoughts of his only friend were forced to vacate his mind as his hand clamped over the gaping wound in his abdomen. It came away bloody, and he knew he was soaking right through his makeshift bandage. That wouldn't be as much of a problem, except for one tiny little detail: he had already re-wrapped it six times, and he had no more shirt to use.
"Somebody please..." he moaned quietly, pounding his fist into the dirt. Then he noticed it next to his head: wagon wheel ruts in the mud of the road. Close to the village then, he thought, with the first flash of hope he had felt since being run through with the errant sword.
Unfortunately, perhaps salvation wasn't coming quite so easily. When had it ever? he reflected bitterly, when the first person he came to backed away from his grasping hands. "Please," he begged. "Please, help me..."
The man shook his head shortly and backed away.
"What? No..." Averey protested as the person suddenly turned into a giant wavering block when his eyes suddenly filled with tears.
Muttering something that sounded painfully like "Stupid ruffians," the man hurried away entirely, even being so kind as to kick dirt Averey's way.
What could he do but go on? There had to be someone in this damned place who could help him...
On and on he crawled, leaving a trail of blood behind him begging every person he could find to help him, but each shook their heads no and walked away. After the tenth or eleventh rejection, he no longer bothered to try, but went on until he could go no further and collapsed at someone's feet.
It was obviously a female, judging by the skirts and the cat sitting next to her. Girls seemed to just go for cats, he scoffed, but he didn't really think that. He didn't really even care.
With the last of his strength, he raised up a trembling arm to tug weakly at her skirt. "Please..." were all he could he manage as the limb fell back to the earth and he closed his eyes, finally giving into the darkness.
(Uh, yeah, hope that's okay...It's not at all good, but I really wanted to get started on this before the story started gaining all kinds of twists and whatnot. Just so we're clear, Techy, he collapsed at Kia's feet.)
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Post by isilwen on Jun 11, 2007 21:16:27 GMT -5
I'll think about it ... if I don't join by next tuesday, I've decided against it ...
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Post by isilwen on Jun 11, 2007 21:36:50 GMT -5
ok ... I thought while I copied the relevant parts to Microsoft Word ... I hope y'all realize it's almost 24 pgs on Word (as written on here) taking just the relevant parts from the story ... I'll read it, but I have an idea for an intro ...
and if you're waiting too long for me, ask Ryan to call me ...
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Oli
Rank 2 (STILL a Newbie)
Me in 'concert'
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Post by Oli on Jun 12, 2007 7:40:29 GMT -5
This would be so much easier if i had my sword right now. Nero going over his escape plan in his head. But i guess i can still have some fun without it.
"Oi, prisoner. Food's 'ere" The guard called walking to Nero's cell.
Perfect timing. Nero walked over to the cell's cage door, getting as close as he could before the guard got their.
"Here, take the tray before i eat it instead", the guard now standing directly in front of the Nero, with only the rusted metal bars separating them.
"Thank you..kind..sir, but before you leave there's just one thing i want you to do."
Nero paused as he kept direct eye contact with the guard, making sure the guard looked back and not pay any attention to the fact Nero was taking possession of the guards dagger. Hmmm let's try this without using my power of persuasion, far more fun that way.
"I want you to keep perfectly quiet and open this cell door, before i slice your stomach open", Nero moving arm his arm through the cell, so the knife was in-line with the guards thigh.
"And why would i do that? You ain't got anyfin to slice' me with", the guard smirking at Nero now.
"See, that's where you're wrong" laughed Nero as he drove the dagger into the guards thigh. "Yeh, scream and I'll do it again" Nero just starring at the guard, who was just stood there staring at the dagger penetrating his flesh. "B...B....B..But...How...." The guard in shock, as he fumbled for the cell keys. Trying not to scream in pain in fear of Nero now, who was just stood dagger in his hand, and a sadistic smile on his face. Now this is fun.
"There...It's open...just...please don't do anything.....Oh God...the blood!" The guard panicking trying to stop the blood.
"Trust me that's going to be the least of your problems if you don't tell me where my sword is" Nero pulling the guard into the cell, and slamming his face into the back wall. The guards nose now broken from the impact. Blood and tears mixed on his face.
"It's....it's in the weapons cabinet. Down the hall. Please no more. I...I.....can't take anymore" the guard collapsing to the floor.
"Sadly i can't allow that. I can't leave you like this. It's best to do the right thing....and put you out of your misery." and with that Nero pulled the guard up by his hair, looked him straight in the eye and smiled.
"You have been most helpful". Nero drove the dagger right into the guards throat and watch his body crumple to the floor.
"Now to get my sword and get out of this place"
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Post by Chris on Jun 12, 2007 10:36:22 GMT -5
(They captured you and didn't have the common sense to check you for weaponry?)
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Post by Techy on Jun 12, 2007 12:03:44 GMT -5
(he got the guards dagger...)
Shadow was so intent on the commotion in front of them, she payed no attention to the boy, even as he tugged on Kias skirts. Kia turned, and saw him, instantly gasping and turning the unconcious boy onto his back. Blood was seeping out uncontrollably from his abdomen and Kia picked him up, swaggering like he was too much weight for her.
Fuzzy-butt, you watch this. But in the bushes or something so you don't attract attention. Kia instructed Shadow, hobbling up the road, the worst she was doing was tripping over the hem of her skirts.
No dip. Take care of him. Shadow responded, dashing off into the nearby bushes to watch from there.
As Kia continued to walk to her home, Shadow opened the bond between them more, so Kia was more aware of what was going on than what shadow told her. She could faintly hear conversation and see the spot she had just left if she really concentrated, but now, that wasn't her worry.
The boy was layed down onto Kia's fathers bed, Kia had never found the reason to move it, she could even allow somebody to stay a night for a simple fine, but it would make due for the boy for now. Unwrapping his makeshift bandage, she held her hand on top of his wound, ignoring the blood pouring out over her fingers. Water poured into it, through her skin, and cleaned out the wound, then sealed it off for a moment with a water seal.
She got some fresh bandages, and wrapped his wound again, this time, the correct way, so it would stop bleeding. From what she found out when she cleaned out his wound, if anything, he was now in danger of dehydration, starvation, and blood loss. Currently, she could take care of those, it would be easy enough. She went into her dry pantry, and pulled out her jars of herbs and powders, and began a pot of boiling water. Certain powders got mixed into the pot, others were set into the pot to seep, and even others were carefully measured and sliced into exact portions.
A pot of tea had been set on to boil, and she finished as soon as the whistle went off. She pourded a half a cup of the tea, and poured her herbal mixture into it to fill the other half. She walked back into the bedroom where the boy was, tea in one hand and a bucket with cool water in the other. She set the tea on the bedside stand, for the boy was not yet awake. Carefully, she took a rag from the bucket, and began washing the dust and grime from his face, revealing relatively handsome features that could be made even more so if he could get the correct body weight on him.
She continued to wash the parts of him that were showing, washing blood and dirt out of smaller wounds, enhancing her water abilities to clean them out in the deeper portions. Soon he looked relatively clean, almost like a villager. An underfed villager to Kia's standards. She tok the bucket back into the kitchen, and set it aside to use for watering her gardens later. Now, she set to making him a meal, throwing together the best recipies she knew, and cooking them to her best.
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Post by Chris on Jun 12, 2007 14:16:58 GMT -5
(Ah, I didn't notice that.)
(I'm so bummed I'm konked out right now.)
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