Patience had been hard-won but rewarded ultimately. Since Ronin passed the days seemed to have passed in seconds. A riot of Naturals that was as much a fight against her as it was against themselves - divided by their own faith down racial lines, a governmental council had begun to take shape - led by a surprising but thoughtful young woman, she had met a Goddess, conferred with friends old and new, was in the process of trying to join his old guild...the sleepy Hallowed Grounds had been shaken awake in the aftermath of his passing. But the fight wasn't over yet. Rest was for the weary and she had no time for weariness. Her plans had been veered slightly off-course but they had not been wholly changed. To those who wished to join her, Roana had made clear the new arrangements. When the mob finally subsided (mostly anyways, she doubted there wouldn't be any onlookers to scream at them) they would approach the Spire at high noon. She would not turn away help from anyone, Naturals and Outlanders alike. This wasn't just a conquest for those like her, this was an effort to free them all. Get them out of this place. That was what he had said. Them. Not just Outlanders. Not just Naturals. Not just Northaveners. Them. All of them. So it was at High Noon when the worst of rioting had settled that Roana arrived at the Spire - which still felt odd to stand near and not be attacked - awaiting her crew of Spire breachers. This PQ takes place after the Mini-Event, after Maea's Government Council PQ, and the afternoon before the Ascended Spire PQ, per Odd's permission/instruction. There are 4 spots, first come first serve. Outlanders and Naturals are welcome. However, if you have a character in the Ascended Spire PQ, you may not have that same character join this PQ. 1. 2. 3. 4. Roana 'Cause it makes me that much stronger Makes me work a little bit harder It makes me that much wiser So thanks for making me a fighter |
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Soldier
Age: 35 | Height: 5'8" | Race: Accepted | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds Level: 6 - Strg: 24 - Dext: 26 - Endr: 24 - Luck: 11 - Int:
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Cobbler / Leatherworker
Age: 31 | Height: 6'4" (193cm) | Race: Accepted | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds Level: 3 - Strg: 20 - Dext: 12 - Endr: 20 - Luck: 6 - Int:
Played by: Wiggen
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03-20-2019, 07:50 AM
Are
Out of all that was shouted by the crowd, few things made a lick of sense to Are, but it mattered not. Being cooped up in that workshop any more would just drive him mad with grief. Following the mass of people had been more of a necessity than anything else, but another pair of turn shoes would never bring her closer and he needed to take his mind off of things. A familiar face, a kind one at that, and orders. Finally something to do to ignore the bleeding fingers. A craftsman at heart, maybe, but still he remained as the mob dispersed. Kept there by neither duty nor compulsion, but by necessity. Sitting idly by and praying had yielded naught but distractions and further strain on his already chipped sanity, no, he could not just leave well enough alone. "Heill!" he said, smiling as ever. I smell freedom, I might not be much more than a cobbler, but I'm here! Are stated as triumphantly as one could in the shadow of the looming spire. A constant reminder there was no escape, and how it separated him from her. What is freedom? If not another word for nothing left to lose? The words rang in his head, but it was not his father that had spoken them. Even though their source was unknown for now, he could only nod in approval of them as he approached. "It's the least I can do, where do you need me?" the Rapacious
Age: 28 | Height: 5'7 | Race: Ascended | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds Level: 6 - Strg: 20 - Dext: 20 - Endr: 21 - Luck: 5 - Int:
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03-20-2019, 05:31 PM
Huntress / Witch
Age: 44 | Height: 5'9 | Race: Abandoned | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Greatwood Level: 5 - Strg: 11 - Dext: 19 - Endr: 19 - Luck: 16 - Int: COCO - Regular - Cloud Wyrm
Played by: Honey
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03-21-2019, 04:51 PM
Messenger
Age: 28 | Height: 5'0" | Race: Attuned x Abandoned | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds Level: 7 (lvl 3 Attuned) - Strg: 10 - Dext: 27 - Endr: 19 - Luck: 14 - Int: PERCY - Mythical - Unicorn (Superspeed) SOOT - Regular - Wine Spider
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Soldier
Age: 35 | Height: 5'8" | Race: Accepted | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds Level: 6 - Strg: 24 - Dext: 26 - Endr: 24 - Luck: 11 - Int:
Played by: Grant
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03-22-2019, 12:11 PM
Age: 7 | Height: | Race: Attuned | Nationality: Natural | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds Level: - Strg: - Dext: - Endr: - Luck: - Int:
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03-22-2019, 02:36 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:
Played by: Neowulf
Change author: Posts: 397 | Total: 642 MP: 970 Rory wore no armor.
He looked as he had for most of his time with the mob: dark and wild-eyed, feral and sleepless. The blue of his eyes, normally so light and so mellow, was cold and hard. His hair was done up in a golden braid, tucked down the back of his leather greatcoat—which was the closest he had to protection, and not much at that, either. And the only thing he had to bite with was a small knife. Rory wasn't there to fight. He didn't even like being where he was, surrounded by people, by anger, bloodthirst, despair, faith— But he had started this, so he would see it through. If he gave up—if he went home—what would that say about him? And if anyone made it into the Spire, and he hadn't been there to stop it, like he'd said he would... It made him both angry and sad that this was needed at all, that the Outlanders couldn't just leave well enough alone, and grieve for their fallen warrior while the Naturals grieved for their dying world. Why was there such a rush? Such a blind, mad race to break out? He was already halfway out of his mind, stressed about every day lost planting his crops and caring for his animals (he had managed to send word to a neighboring farm, who had agreed to make sure his animals were fed and oversee the kiddings, so at least they didn't starve), wanting this only to end so that he could go home. So that they all could go home, and plant their crops and care for their animals, and think about what they were going to do. But with the demon dead, the Spire had no other guardian that they knew of, so Rory became the new one. The word got around. She, that filthy Outlander, was back. Rory rose from where he had been sitting, and rolled his shoulders back. He was not looking forward to this, but he steeled himself, and strode off in their direction. Once in front of them, he folded his arms over his chest. And seeing who stood there, on the other side, hurt his heart, so he clenched his jaw and swallowed the pain. Edy, from Long Night. Vai, who he liked, who had saved him, who he wanted no squabble with. Roana. The short woman from the Spire fight. And a complete stranger. "I told you," he said calmly, but the way he stood, the way a couple of others fanned out behind him, made it clear: they would not be allowed to come closer. "This is not your thing to be doing." Distantly, he wondered if they would attack him, and if so, how far they were willing to go.
Soldier
Age: 35 | Height: 5'8" | Race: Accepted | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds Level: 6 - Strg: 24 - Dext: 26 - Endr: 24 - Luck: 11 - Int:
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03-22-2019, 07:17 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:
Played by: Neowulf
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03-23-2019, 04:47 PM
He wondered what about it that was so hard to understand. We don't want you to be doing this, not now, not without us asking, you don't understand the ramifications—the reasons—the responsibility.
It's not your choice to make. And yet this woman was here again, as if her continued existence hinged on bringing down the barrier as soon as she could. What's the rush he wanted to ask her, to sneer, perhaps, are you afraid someone will steal your glory? Who was she, to think she knew better than all of them? Who was she, to decide that her way was the right—and only—way? "No," he responded, his voice tired but his eyes fierce. "I would have done what I could to stop their attempts again, if I had known about it sooner. By the time I heard of it, and arrived, you were too close to the Spire, and I was not interested in risking my life to save you from your own stupidity. You chose to risk your life, knowing fully well how deadly that thing was. A thing many a Natural has done before, too. The only difference is that you got lucky." He didn't understand what she was trying to do, what she was trying to achieve. Guilt trip him? Guilt trip him into moving out the way? As if she had some fucking higher moral ground? She was like a spoiled brat, put out because she wasn't getting her favorite toy—that wasn't even hers to begin with. Rory watched her in silence. I have seen this before, bla bla bla. As if this was his to end. As if it was hers to compromise. Spoiler alert: it wasn't. "Then for everyone's sake, stop trying to break into the god-damned Spire," he answered her calmly. "Why are you such in a hurry, anyway? Are you afraid it'll get legs and wander off?" He stared at her for a moment. "I don't get why you won't just give us the bloody fucking time to decide what we want to do with it. No, it's just your decision, your intention, your fucking everything, as if you're the only one with good ideas around here." He was bristling slightly, like a wolf pulling back its lips and raising the fur along its back. He breathed in through his nose, tried to smooth himself out. Sleeplessness made for short fuses. "Why are you so obsessed with doing this, and with doing it now?" Just go home, Roana. And I don't mean Northaven home. I mean your fucking house.
Soldier
Age: 35 | Height: 5'8" | Race: Accepted | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds Level: 6 - Strg: 24 - Dext: 26 - Endr: 24 - Luck: 11 - Int:
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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:
Played by: Neowulf
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03-25-2019, 08:07 PM
Rory shook his head slowly at her. He hadn't had the same amount of notice. Perhaps it had been posted at about the same time intervals, but that was not the same thing. "I could tell you all the ways in which those two situations were different," he responded tiredly, then said no more about it. The ball was in her court on that one. He didn't feel too convinced she'd actually understand what he'd tell her anyway; if she wanted to treat the issue like something that was black-and-white, well... Possibly she wouldn't accept that it wasn't.
But the two situations had been nowhere near the same. They only had two common denominators, really: their supposed time frame, and the subject. There were a lot of things about what passed through Roana's mind that Rory could not understand, or rather, he couldn't understand how she couldn't understand. It was as if her willingness to risk herself somehow justified her doing anything she pleased, because it was selfless and for the greater good. But it wasn't. And she tried to turn his own bitter, powerless words back against him. "My advice?" he hissed, bristling again as his eyes narrowed and flashed. "I had just lost my friend to the guardian they spoke so brashly of defeating! It was not advice, it was a sense of helplessness—powerlessness—to dissuade them—Ronin—from his stupid plan! I wanted to stall them, to prevent this from happening at all, because you know what? You know how it went, yeah? Ronin died!" Surprise surprise! The lethal monster killed more! Who coulda thunk it? It had not been, and never would be, advice. He had wanted them to wait, to find things to live for, so that the allure of the outside world would not be so strong. He supposed he should've known it was doomed from the start. They saw a foe to vanquish. A puzzle to solve. A world to find. Freedom on their tongues, in their lungs— Rory had liked Ronin. That was entirely beside the point, though; he had liked Ronin, but had it been him standing there instead of Roana, well, Rory still would've stood where he was. "Wow, you spoke to a god, congratulations," he interjected acerbically, fully aware that Roana was unaware that he was Abandoned (most, in fact, were unaware of this fact; the list of those who knew was short and sweet). And again, the simple center-of-everything logic: oh wow we have military experience and we're here, obviously it's so we can bust your sorry asses out of here! He didn't want her good intentions. He didn't want her self-declared martyrdom. He didn't want her thinking she knew anything about this place after only mere months in it, much less enough to make informed decisions about their future—as if they were all sheep and too dumb for their own good. As if they needed guidance. As if they needed help. Didn't she understand how patronizing, how disrespectful, and how vile-tasting this whole affair was? "How about I don't let anyone try to breach it," he said. "Or did you not hear me deny the Ascended the same thing you're wanting?" He denied Natural Ascended, no less; if this was about Outlanders, it was either because it was a convenient narrative, or because they had the bad taste of showing up to do monumental things with .. well, Outlanders. "We never asked for this—for any of this. We didn't ask Ronin to make some choice for us. We didn't ask anyone to defeat the demon and bring down the barrier. I'm sorry he's dead, but he has no right, either, to just decide what's going to happen. Do you know what it's like to have a bunch of random people arrive and just put their boot on your back without even noticing and then say 'oh, hey, this shit sucks, lucky you we've all arrived to make things better!'?" It wasn't only rhetorical; he was interested in hearing if she had been through something similar. Because if she had been, by everything holy and unholy, he might just give up reasoning with her entirely. "Because that is exactly what you're doing here, so high on your grand idea of being some bloody martyr or force of good, or whatever—I don't doubt your intentions. You're misguided, not evil. But like I said. This is not your thing to be doing. This is not your choice to be making. Why can't you just accept that we don't want your sacrifice?" the Rapacious
Age: 28 | Height: 5'7 | Race: Ascended | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds Level: 6 - Strg: 20 - Dext: 20 - Endr: 21 - Luck: 5 - Int:
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03-25-2019, 08:27 PM
Huntress / Witch
Age: 44 | Height: 5'9 | Race: Abandoned | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Greatwood Level: 5 - Strg: 11 - Dext: 19 - Endr: 19 - Luck: 16 - Int: COCO - Regular - Cloud Wyrm
Played by: Honey
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03-25-2019, 08:42 PM
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