ely Well, this was downright embarrassing: it took a lot to get Elyna to feel foolish, but a show of strength followed immediately by such a obvious demonstration of how weak she really was would do it. In fact, she couldn’t think of a single person who wouldn’t be mortified in her shoes. While there’d been no way to predict that the ground would shake just after her limbs would basically revolt and declare they no longer wished to work, she really should’ve remembered that daylight and her kind did not mix. Even if she could venture out in it and not cease to exist didn’t make that an advisable course of action. In the future, she would remember that she was a creature of the night now. While Elyna wanted to declare that ‘of course she could walk, she wasn’t an invalid,’ the truth of the matter was, she wasn’t so sure. Whatever strange ability allowed her to walk under the sun without dying—and without a ring, which she still was getting used to—apparently didn’t extend to actually allowing her full use of her abilities and facilities. Great. Just great. This whole experience of being in this new world was turning into a nightmare (which, was funny, cause daylight and creature of the night and all that shit). Still, instead of asking either man for helping getting up, Elyna tried on her own first; picking up the glaive from where it had fallen even as she did, she used it to lever herself upright. After that, it turned into a crutch to help her stay on her feet. She was proud, not stupid, and if she needed the support so be it. Listening to the two men talking about this world, her eyes narrowed: while she was still half-convinced that Listening carefully to everything that came out of Rory’s mouth, Elyna allowed the alchemist to respond before interjecting. When both men, in their own way, tried to see if she could walk, she glared at them. ”I’ll manage.” It came out in a growl; if Rory and Remi wanted more from her, that was just too bad. ”Alright, couple questions, so-called Rory. First, where the fuck is Caido and how close is it to Northaven? Next, what kind of barrier? Who or what erected it? How can we get through it or take it down? Finally, what the fuck happened three centuries ago?” Clearly, she wasn’t even a little bit satisfied with his responses to their inquiries. Of course at the mention of something worse maybe coming for them, Elyna immediately started scanning their surroundings; she might be useless in a fight, but nothing was wrong with her senses. Indeed, they were probably better than those of the men. Perks of being one of her kind and all. ”What do you mean, you don’t know? If it’s maybe a precursor to something worse presumably you’ve got some idea of what that something worse is. So spill. You're the expert, aren't you?” Her voice on that last comment was mocking and maybe a little cruel: so far, Rory hadn't impressed her and even in her weakened state he certainly didn't scare her. Glancing around at their surroundings again, she rolled her eyes. ”And what’s so bad about these outskirts anyway? Seem just as terrible as every other inch of this blighted place.” Sure, the ground was fucked up and ashy, but that was true everywhere and at least it was far away from that creepy as spire. |
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Soldier
Age: 42 | Height: 5' 9'' | Race: Ascended | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Level: 4 - Strg: 12 - Dext: 18 - Endr: 15 - Luck: 12 - Int:
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11-09-2018, 07:29 PM
Leatherworker
Age: 36 | Height: 175cm / 5'9 | Race: Abandoned | Nationality: Natural | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds Level: 3 - Strg: 16 - Dext: 17 - Endr: 20 - Luck: 8 - Int:
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11-20-2018, 05:06 PM
Rory
He hadn't meant to answer their every question in-depth: just offer enough to get them going. He was trading seconds for incentive, but something he'd said must've done the trick. Remi seemed confused and the woman unimpressed, but at least she'd hauled herself to her feet. That was good enough for him, so he turned in the direction of the Woodlands and set off. Bakshi, still a little on edge, followed before the reins had a chance to pull on his bit. Thing was: Rory was, by nature, a helpful and friendly guy. They could've learned this without pointing a glaive in his face. All it did was make him keep his distance, wariness in his blue eyes. But this was not a helpful and friendly place. And Rory was, perhaps, not always as good as he wished he was. As he stepped over the cracked and flat dry earth he sorted through the questions Elyna had asked. It seemed more important to answer them, simply because she had a glaive and an attitude, and no matter how much she struggled now, Rory could not forget the precision with which she'd wielded the polearm before. "I've never heard of Northaven," he said truthfully, never quite letting his eyes stop and linger on anything: horizon, strangers, horizon, strangers... "We don't know what created the barrier, or what happened back when it was erected. If you stray close enough it'll reach out and give you a bite, which is usually enough to keep anyone from it. Push on and you'll die, end of story. There's no way out." He could understand finding himself in a new place all of a sudden. He could understand wanting to protect his own from unknown dangers. He could see the value in finding someone to question. He'd seen enough evil to know there was no understanding her need to pick on him. "If you'd like to find out, you can always stay, and I'll come back in a few days to pick up whatever is left of you," he said pleasantly. It wasn't even a threat, really. He wasn't in a position to threaten her. He didn't want to threaten her, either. "There's more monsters out here, and just.. plain strange happenings. The only worse place is the Spire. And no, as far as I know, no one's ever just showed up here, like you've done." The last—finally—directed to Remi, with the hint of an apologetic smile as he trudged on across the wastelands.
11-20-2018, 06:51 PM
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
Soldier
Age: 42 | Height: 5' 9'' | Race: Ascended | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Level: 4 - Strg: 12 - Dext: 18 - Endr: 15 - Luck: 12 - Int:
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11-27-2018, 07:19 PM
Leatherworker
Age: 36 | Height: 175cm / 5'9 | Race: Abandoned | Nationality: Natural | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds Level: 3 - Strg: 16 - Dext: 17 - Endr: 20 - Luck: 8 - Int:
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12-14-2018, 06:53 PM
Rory
Rory's fingers briefly tightened around Bakshi's reins: who was she to come here and spit on generations of effort to get out? Who was she to come here and declare that she could break down this barrier which had trapped them for centuries? Some of Rory's friends had died hunting for a better life, and so many more had lain down their lives to teach them what they knew of their deadly cage. How long could she have been in Caido? Hours? A day, at most? And already she stepped, with no concern, on hundreds of years of desperation and hope and sacrifice. He chose diplomacy, and to not respond. Merely gave one of his shoulders a small noncommittal shrug, though there was something sad about his eyes. Already rolling over. Then she said something more: ”I’m already dead, technically, so this barrier of yours doesn’t scare me.” Rory found himself faltering for a moment, his gaze ceasing its roving to fix on her: again, his mind replayed the exactness of her movements, the deadliness of her grace. And in her face, sharp teeth spelled out an uncomfortable truth. He knew about the Ascended, of course, but they were rare—he'd heard stories, passed down like the stories of a paradise beyond the barrier, of how some had blamed the Ascended for the Cataclysm. Rory didn't know the ins and outs of it, but it boiled down to the new and enhanced Ascended being blamed for the Proper Gods's wrath. For a time they had apparently even been hunted and killed, as if destroying them all would appease the Gods and remove the barrier. He'd seen some. Met some. Spoken to some. If they were unloved by the Proper Gods, he couldn't blame them. He was hardly one of their favorites either. But how was she one? The surprise on his face had turned to thoughtfulness, but he felt ill at ease with the idea of Northaven sharing Gods with the Caido of old. "A little bit of everything," he began, trying to shake off the uncomfortable sensation the revelation about Elyna had left on his skin. "Things that are very .. improbable. Too tall, too thin, moving in ways they shouldn't, too fast, too sharp. The one guarding the Spire is like that—just wrong and there's nothing else quite like it. Some are more like animals, or perhaps once even were animals, but they, too, are wrong somehow. I.. obviously do not know your frame of reference, but if Bakshi-" and here, he waved his free hand towards the pony "-looks normal to you, then you'll probably be able to discern what isn't normal when it comes for you. And some are not quite real; real enough to hurt you, but not real enough for you to hurt."
12-17-2018, 03:39 PM
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