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I had mentioned combining Ilahna, Klethen, and Everett’s group with ours. I think the other two groups are a bit further away (although all the groups will meet up at some point.)
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š Appreciator of BooksRina —— Elderstrand (river) (w/Jirah & Rosemary)
At that moment, an arrow whizzed by Rina’s head. She spun and saw a group of guards on the opposite bank with bows trained on the floating platform [btw, I should have clarified earlier that this is a ship rather than a raft. Rina simply has no experience with either].
Rina created a portal to block the next volley, sending a group of arrows splashing to the water below.
“Come on!” Fleet shouted. “Get this ship out of here!” The platform lurched as it began to float away down the stream. The guards across the water intensified their hail of arrows.
“Keep going!” Rina shouted. “I’ll be right back.”
She jumped through a portal to the opposite bank, appearing amidst the surprised guards. With a swift kick, she knocked one of them into the river, then dropped through another portal so that a guard’s fist passed above her head. She landed and knocked the legs out from under another soldier, causing him to stumble into one of his comrades.
Suddenly, there was a heavy thump behind her. Rina spun and found an Ironwalker looming above her. She leapt backwards as it swung its sword down. Creating a portal, she fell through and fell into the Ironwalker from the side, slamming it into a nearby building. She grabbed its arm and generated a layer of crystal, pinning it to the wall. The Ironwalker tugged its arm free with a spray of crystal and lurched forwards, throwing her off.
Both of them fell through a portal Rina had created and fell into the water with a splash. The Ironwalker floundered, its weight bearing it to the bottom. Rina opened a portal. She couldn’t tell where it was, but a sudden tug of the current pulled her through and shot her back onto the deck of the ship in a spray of water.
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An hour later, and I confused myself. Shout-out to my superpower called Overthinking. š
Marcellus ā Everstrand | with Ben Gunn, Flare, Brutus, Leon, and Julianānearing Marcel, Sara, Felicity, and EllisĀ
Marcellus pulled a folded, yellow bucket hat from the front pocket of his backpack. Not that it would help much. He was already wet, and the rain still poured down as though it wouldn’t ever stop. He felt like a soaked rat… or maybe not a rat, because rats were despicable. Maybe a soaked mouse.
Lightning crashed somewhere in the distance, and the thunder that followed shook the city.
Marcellus trudged along, the hems of his jeans and his socks becoming annoyingly wet with every step. Rain trickled down his arms, and he shivered head to toe. He stared ahead, watching for guards and how to avoid them. Those guards.
Wait. What was that? In his peripheral, he saw something move in the moonlight. A person maybe? He tilted his head and squinted. They were still a while away from the person, but if they kept going in this direction they would certainly come in contact. Was he confusing himself, or could he faintly see even more persons in the darkness? Unsure. Marcellus glanced at the others in his group, wondering if they saw the person tooāif they did, he couldn’t tell. Through a shiver, he commented, “H-Hey, looks like there is someone ahead… maybe we could a-ask them for directions…”
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Well, um, he noticed. that’s kinda the best I can do for now. ĀÆ\_(ć)_/ĀÆ
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I had mentioned combining Ilahna, Klethen, and Everettās group with ours. I think the other two groups are a bit further away (although all the groups will meet up at some point.)
I vote we do this. I still don’t know what to RP so that would probably help.
Any noun can become a verb if you don't care enough.
Yeah, thats fair.
"The more you practice the art of thankfulness, the more you have to be thankful for.ā
(Its forRosemary and Jirah, (Elderstand w/ Rina)
Rosemary threw the crystal, and watched as it flew through the air, she saw it hit the ground, and all the men in battle were on the other side of the wall. Rosemary turned and ran to the boat, she jumped on just as it began to sail away. “What was your plan?!” Jirah yelled at Rosemary. “I wished for a smaller one, that way no harm would come to me.” Rosemary said with a smile. “But what about the men fighting?” Jirah asked. She shrugged and walked to the stern to watch the city slowly drift away,
Jirah went over to the soaked Rina and helped her up. “Are you okay?” Jirah asked politely. Before Rina could answer, Rosemary walked over. “Why are you soaked?” She asked. “have you not realized how cold it is?” She asked unsympathetically. She walked away to the front of the boat and sat down. “Please ignore her, she is just jealous that… That she is not the Keeper of the throne of providers. Whenever I meet someone new she is always a jerk to them. You have to gain her appreciation, and once she sees that she they are a good person… She acts way nicer….” And Jirah went on to talk with Rosemary, as if Rina understood every word he said.
"The more you practice the art of thankfulness, the more you have to be thankful for.ā
(Its for*has suddenly come to the unspeakable realization that I forgot the town was called Elderstrand and have been calling it Everstrand*
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*I am shamed. must go away. far away*
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lol.
A lot of people were doing that. Even I did at least once, even though I was the one who namedĀ it in the first place!
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Ah, well, I don’t feel as bad then. š
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Ilahna āāā Elderstrand (w/ Klethen & Everett)
Ilahna screeched to a halt, as she suddenly found a river barring their way. Her feet skidded on the wet ground, and she narrowly saved herself from falling in by humming a quick series of notes to push herself back.
She looked over her shoulder and saw the faceless monsters striding towards them as unhurried but determinedly.
The river was wide. Ilahna wasnāt certain she could float all the way across, though it would certainly be better to try than to stay and face these creatures. But would the others be able to get across? One of them had done nothing but threaten her, so if she had leaveĀ himĀ behind she would, but Klethen had been nice enough.
The four creatures came to a halt a few feet away, as though demanding that their cornered quarry surrender.
Heart racing, Ilahna began a new song, unfastening her violin from her back to add its notes to the melody. As five Strings burst forth to hover around her, she estimated their combined weight. Five Strings wouldnāt be enough. She was hesitant to trust her weight toĀ twoĀ Strings, and she was probably the lightest of the three.
One of the creatures stepped forward, evidently deciding that their time was up. It raised a massive sword as it came, and Ilahnaās song faltered.
But then, from further upstream, she saw a ship coming towards them, and her heart leapt. It was much closer than the opposite shore, they might be able to get to it. She didnāt much care if it was manned by friend or foe, as long as it took them further from these monsters.
The creature swung its sword at Ilahna, but she cast herself out of the way with her Strings, then swung them around and slammed all five into its back. It stumbled forwards and fell into the river sending water high into the air.
The other three raised their own weapons and began to advance.
āāāāā
This water is really convenient!
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Baron (Brutus)—with Ben Gunn, Marcellus, Flare, Leon, and Julian, about to meet up with Ellis, Marcel, Sara, and Fel, I think. Elderstrand edge.
Yay. A storm. Brutus felt an unintentional rise in his powers, formulating itself as a barrier of wind around him. Brutus adjusted his scarf, his eyes catching movement not far from where they were. He also heard the metallic clinking and boot thudding of more guards nearby. He pressed himself against the side of a building, his wary eyes studying the shadows.
āH-Hey, looks like there is someone aheadā¦ maybe we could a-ask them for directionsā¦ā
“Quieth,” Brutus whispered. He then motioned to Leon. “Beth if you go thout them outh.”
"You need French Toast."
Iāve been trying to RP but at this point Iām giving up Iāll write one in the morning.
Hopefully.
Any noun can become a verb if you don't care enough.
Whoa, what happened to Brutus’ speech?
@grcr @raxforge @whalekeeper @hybridlore @loopylin @jonasLeon and Julian ā> with Baron, Ben Gunn, Marcellus, and Flare, about to meet up with Ellis, Marcel, Sara, and Fel. Elderstrand edge.
Leon squinted through the rain. The storm was muting the other sounds around them, but he was sure he heard an occasional shout and steps whispering across the cobblestones. They were not alone out here.
āH-Hey, looks like there is someone aheadā¦ maybe we could a-ask them for directionsā¦ā
Leon jumped at the voice and saw it was the new kid. The one with the really odd uniform. He was standing there dripping, looking miserable and a lot like a drowned kitten.
āQuieth,ā Brutus whispered. He then motioned to Leon. āBeth if you go thout them outh.ā
Leon blinked.
“What did you just say?” Julian asked.
Leon had almost asked that same thing, but he got the general idea of what the young man was saying. Brutus wanted him to go talk to the strangers.
Leon turned again and shielded his eyes from the pouring rain. There was definitely someone standing in the pale light a little ways ahead. Letting out a slow breath, he looked back at his companions. The new fella was really shivering now. Leon stripped off his thick cloak and draped it over the kid’s shoulders, pulling the hood down over his soaked head. “It won’t dry you now that your half drowned, but it may help you warm up,” he said. Then he turned. “The rest of you stay where you are, and if something happens to me, get out of here.”
The rain was already drenching Leon, and he hunched his shoulders up as the freezing water poured down the back of his shirt. Turning, he walked slowly toward the stranger in the dim light. One hand was on his sword, and the other shielded his eyes from the rain. When he was about five feet away, he stopped.
Taking a deep breath, he called out to the stranger. “Who are you?”
Man is born for the fight, to be forged and molded into a sharper, finer, stronger image of God
@jonas @loopylin @hybridlore @ellette-giselle @grcr @rae @raxforge is that everyone?
Marcel — Elderstrand (w/Ellis, Fel, Sara)
Before answering, Marcel glanced at Ellis, who still watched the road. The sword-wielding young man gave a nod. The soldiers had passed them.
“We came from outside the city,” Marcel called. “The soldiers think we’re barbaric aliens.”
He came closer to the stranger, his thinly wrapped feet disappearing into a dark puddle. Streams of water trickled around them, the storm refusing to break any time soon. To keep him from the cold, white rose-like feathers crept up Marcel’s shoulders and up his neck.
He slowly extended his staff and clenched his fists, ready to ward off an attack. “Who are you?”
āEverything is a mountainā
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Leon and Julian ā> with Baron, Ben Gunn, Marcellus, and Flare, meeting up with Ellis, Marcel, Sara, and Fel. Elderstrand edge.
Leon narrowed his eyes. He couldn’t be sure… but were those feathers on the stranger’s shoulders? He shook the thought aside. “We also came from outside the city. At least, some of us did. Some of us were already inside. We have an odd band, but we’re starting to understand one another, and I think it’s safe to say we’re all on the same side. We’re hopelessly lost, and I have a feeling that if the guards ran into us it wouldn’t go well. It didn’t go well a few minutes ago,” he added, thinking of the unconscious guards in the ally. “Anyhow, I’m Leon.” He held out his hand to the stranger.
Man is born for the fight, to be forged and molded into a sharper, finer, stronger image of God
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