Nine
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Roleplay posts: 21
Age: 16
Physical Description: Nine has long straight black hair, and deep blue eyes, framed by a face with angular features. She is tall for her age and has a slender build.
Clothes and Equipment: ----
The clothes she wears are in pristine condition. She wears simple cloth clothing that is pure white in color.
Registered: Apr 29, 2019 19:25:37 GMT -8
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Post by Nine on May 11, 2019 22:33:38 GMT -8
Near Forest Hill, stood a forest of Ironwood trees. Some of these gargantuan trees grew to immense sizes. These giant trees eternally shaded the forest floor below, leaving only moss to grow at their bases, leaving the forest quite clear of underbrush. The ironwoods earned their name for their incredibly dense wood, which is said to match the density of iron. Forest Hill is filled with those who make their living cutting down and processing these trees.
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Nine
Established
Roleplay posts: 21
Age: 16
Physical Description: Nine has long straight black hair, and deep blue eyes, framed by a face with angular features. She is tall for her age and has a slender build.
Clothes and Equipment: ----
The clothes she wears are in pristine condition. She wears simple cloth clothing that is pure white in color.
Registered: Apr 29, 2019 19:25:37 GMT -8
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Post by Nine on May 11, 2019 22:58:39 GMT -8
A flying crossbow bolt, an explosion of pain, and a flash of light. That was what Nine remembered last.
Her eyes flickered open then, blinking as she adjusted to the light. She found herself lying on her back, staring up at what seemed to be a giant pillar of some kind. She had not a moment further to process anything however, the massive pillar began falling. Nine watched the gargantuan thing fall before her very eyes, too bewildered at the moment to even figure out what she was seeing.
The tree hit the ground, shaking the very earth. Nine screamed in a momentary panic, though it was drowned out by the sound of the loud boom the tree made as it hit the ground.
Then, as she tried to scramble away, she would be stopped in her tracks, and another scream would tear from her lips as she frantically grabbed at her shoulder. She felt wetness, and a wooden shaft sticking out from it. That one touch would cause such a large amount of pain, as the bolt shifted in her shoulder, that she fainted. As her limbs went limp, a strange metal orb rolled from her grasp.
For now Nine was left lying up on the ground at the base of the felled ironwood tree, unconscious with a crossbow bolt in her. She was in bad shape and only getting worse, as the wound began to bleed slowly but surely, staining the otherwise sterile white clothes she wore. Her right hand, the one that held the strange metal orb was also burned.
The part of the giant tree's trunk seemed to have burned to nothing in an instant around Nine causing it to fall. She was very lucky the tree decided to fall the way it did.
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Fort Silence
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Roleplay posts: 19
Physical Description: Built into the side of a great mountain, its entrance hidden by a great cave. Fort Silence is the abode of Kargth. It is a series of tunnels and room dug over time deeper into the mountain. The structure itself is unknowably old. With nothing but the stone and granite remaining of the original architecture. No statues or painting reside it its halls, nor art or windows of any kind. Bare, it is a dark and depressing place. Its dark corridors undisturbed by animal or human for eons, how it has been able to remain standing is a miracle, or something else.
Now it is inhabited by the Reborn. Ex-slaves, the tortured and the discarded. All are given a second life here, just like their Lord was given life from death. They inhabit this once dead keep, brining life into it as well. The halls are now filled with the laughter of children, finally safe and cared for. Women who do not fear the fist of their husbands, men who no longer fear for their family’s lives. They finally live in peace. It is a peace that they will die to protect, for their families and those that remain. A small militia has been formed from volunteers, both male and female. Wearing mismatched armour and scraps. For they live in a desolate and unruled place, roving bands of bandits, slavers and deserters stalk the areas of where Fort Silence lies. Supplies are taken from these bands that are caught. The pillages become the pillaged. No mercy is given to these men, no prisoners are taken. For they do not deserve their lives. Prisoners and slaves are found and are freed and given the choice to join them or leave of their own free will, and as such, the man power of Fort Silence grows.
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Post by Fort Silence on May 12, 2019 6:44:24 GMT -8
A flying crossbow bolt, an explosion of pain, and a flash of light. That was what Nine remembered last. Her eyes flickered open then, blinking as she adjusted to the light. She found herself lying on her back, staring up at what seemed to be a giant pillar of some kind. She had not a moment further to process anything however, the massive pillar began falling. Nine watched the gargantuan thing fall before her very eyes, too bewildered at the moment to even figure out what she was seeing. The tree hit the ground, shaking the very earth. Nine screamed in a momentary panic, though it was drowned out by the sound of the loud boom the tree made as it hit the ground. Then, as she tried to scramble away, she would be stopped in her tracks, and another scream would tear from her lips as she frantically grabbed at her shoulder. She felt wetness, and a wooden shaft sticking out from it. That one touch would cause such a large amount of pain, as the bolt shifted in her shoulder, that she fainted. As her limbs went limp, a strange metal orb rolled from her grasp. For now Nine was left lying up on the ground at the base of the felled ironwood tree, unconscious with a crossbow bolt in her. She was in bad shape and only getting worse, as the wound began to bleed slowly but surely, staining the otherwise sterile white clothes she wore. Her right hand, the one that held the strange metal orb was also burned. The part of the giant tree's trunk seemed to have burned to nothing in an instant around Nine causing it to fall. She was very lucky the tree decided to fall the way it did. It had been a long day. Tarik’s back and arms were sore from the almost ceaseless labour he was exerting. His team had just finished felling one of the iron woods in the area and was heading back to the lumber village of Forest hill. Before such a task was done maybe once a month at most. Tarik shook his head at that concept, only once a month. Now ever since trade has picked up with the outside world his team was cutting down one of the great iron woods at least once a week. The pay was good sure, he was able to buy new clothes for his daughter and a new bed frame for the house. His back on the other hand, protested anyway. It was while massaging his back as he walked that his team and Tarik heard it. The almighty snapping of wood as loud as a crack of lighting, followed by a crash similar to that of a thunderous roar. Tarik and his teamed stopped, craning their necks trying to find where the sound came from. “Is anyone else got a tree in the area?” Tarik asked one of his workmen, a younger man, sixteen and just starting to grow the great muscles of his trade. “Nope, Balson’s team is to the north.” He replied, shaking his head. “Then what the in The Place Beyond just felled a tree?” Tarik replied, readying his might axe. “Come on lads we gotta find out.” He pointed in the general direction of the sound. Begrudgery the rest of his half a dozen team complied and readied their woodsmen axes. Although the Silent Militia had combed through these woods and cleared out any bandit camps, you never knew when a small band might slip through the roving patrols. Spreading out into a straight line it took them just over 20 minutes to reach the location of the recently fallen tree. Tarik was marvelling at it, an old tree at that but still too young to fall under its own weight. “Spread out” He commanded. “Look for tracks!” He was inspecting what seemed to be burn marks at the base of the tree where it had snapped when he heard a cry behind him. “Tarik!” one of his men yelled, feverishly. “Get over here quick!” He turned and sprinted to where the man was yelling from, mounting a hilltop from where the tree’s roots resided he saw it. “Shit.” Is all he could say. Below him, in the arms of one of the lumberjacks was a woman. No older then eighteen, dressed all in white, stained in red and unconscious. A bolt or arrow protruding from her shoulder. The man cradling the girl, quickly ripping his shirt and bandaging the wound, she had lost a lot of blood, the forest floor around her sticky with it. “Must have gotten shot by a bandit and ran off.” One of the others said trailing off, his face in shock. “Quick, bundle her up, we gotta get her to the fort!” Tarik said loudly, snapping several of the men out of their shocked silence. “Boy” He turned to the youngest of them, the still athletic one. “Run ahead and get us a cart from the village, along with the herbalist and the fastest mules. We’ll meet you at the cross roads.” The boy looked dumbfounded at him. Tarik reached the boy and smacked him rough on the head. “Now boy, now!” Tarik yelled. At that the young man nodded and sprinted back into the forest, dropping his axe. “Quick, lets get back to the road. She’s lucky she’s so close to the place to begin with. He was about to head off when he saw a small orb on the ground next to the woman, which had obviously tumbled out of her hands. “Take that too.” He pointed at the strange sphere, directing one of the lumberjacks to pick it up. “It might help tell us who she is.” Bundled up in the now ragged cloth of the lumberjacks she was quickly transported to the forests edge. Where the boy as well as the mules pulling the cart he rode on were out of breath. In the back of the cart was the village herbalists, a older woman almost as old as the tree’s around them. She directed the girl to be laid down on the carts back and quickly began working on the wound as best she could. “She’s lost a lot of blood” She stated “She needs proper care. You were right to get me.” She said, looking at Tarik now. “We need to get to the fort, as soon as possible. Get in.” She commanded him. Without thinking, Tarik obliged. Once in the passanger seat at the front of the cart he turned to his compatriots. “Return home, I’ll come back when I can.” He turned to one of the men. “Give me that ball we found.” One of them handed him the device. It was heavy and as big as his fist. That was all he could understand of it before the mules were commanded forward, hurdling as fast as they could to the Fort through the forest road. “She’s beginning to come to.” Spoke the herbalist behind him, he turned to look back. The girl was indeed starting to move, groaning and instinctively grabber her wounded arm. “Why hello sweety the herbalist said softly. Your in a safe place, we’re taking you to a place where you can heal.”
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Nine
Established
Roleplay posts: 21
Age: 16
Physical Description: Nine has long straight black hair, and deep blue eyes, framed by a face with angular features. She is tall for her age and has a slender build.
Clothes and Equipment: ----
The clothes she wears are in pristine condition. She wears simple cloth clothing that is pure white in color.
Registered: Apr 29, 2019 19:25:37 GMT -8
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Post by Nine on May 12, 2019 23:35:51 GMT -8
As Nine came to her senses, the first thing she noticed was the constant bumping up and down of the cart. Every bump in the road would unfortunately send pangs of pain through her shoulder, making her groan. She felt around the wound, this time more gingerly, her fingers brushing against what appeared to be a wooden shaft. So the crossbow bolt had hit her, she thought dimly.
Where was she now though? She opened her eyes as the herbalist spoke, alarmed by the voice.
"Where are you taking me?" she asked, a bit of a panic coming over her. "Are you taking me back to The Garden? I can't go back," she pleaded.
The Garden was the place she lived her entire life. For years she longed to escape, just to see the outside world, and to find out the truth about The Garden and where her friends that had left went. She feared she had been recaptured already, and desperately hoped she that wasn't the case.
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Fort Silence
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Roleplay posts: 19
Physical Description: Built into the side of a great mountain, its entrance hidden by a great cave. Fort Silence is the abode of Kargth. It is a series of tunnels and room dug over time deeper into the mountain. The structure itself is unknowably old. With nothing but the stone and granite remaining of the original architecture. No statues or painting reside it its halls, nor art or windows of any kind. Bare, it is a dark and depressing place. Its dark corridors undisturbed by animal or human for eons, how it has been able to remain standing is a miracle, or something else.
Now it is inhabited by the Reborn. Ex-slaves, the tortured and the discarded. All are given a second life here, just like their Lord was given life from death. They inhabit this once dead keep, brining life into it as well. The halls are now filled with the laughter of children, finally safe and cared for. Women who do not fear the fist of their husbands, men who no longer fear for their family’s lives. They finally live in peace. It is a peace that they will die to protect, for their families and those that remain. A small militia has been formed from volunteers, both male and female. Wearing mismatched armour and scraps. For they live in a desolate and unruled place, roving bands of bandits, slavers and deserters stalk the areas of where Fort Silence lies. Supplies are taken from these bands that are caught. The pillages become the pillaged. No mercy is given to these men, no prisoners are taken. For they do not deserve their lives. Prisoners and slaves are found and are freed and given the choice to join them or leave of their own free will, and as such, the man power of Fort Silence grows.
Registered: Apr 20, 2019 1:24:28 GMT -8
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Post by Fort Silence on May 13, 2019 0:55:47 GMT -8
As Nine came to her senses, the first thing she noticed was the constant bumping up and down of the cart. Every bump in the road would unfortunately send pangs of pain through her shoulder, making her groan. She felt around the wound, this time more gingerly, her fingers brushing against what appeared to be a wooden shaft. So the crossbow bolt had hit her, she thought dimly. Where was she now though? She opened her eyes as the herbalist spoke, alarmed by the voice. "Where are you taking me?" she asked, a bit of a panic coming over her. "Are you taking me back to The Garden? I can't go back," she pleaded. The Garden was the place she lived her entire life. For years she longed to escape, just to see the outside world, and to find out the truth about The Garden and where her friends that had left went. She feared she had been recaptured already, and desperately hoped she that wasn't the case. The cart was hurdling through the rough dirt and gravel road towards the fort. The young boy at the reigns only barely able to keep the mules under control as they turned quickly at sharp angles. Occasionally he would have to yell for people to move out of the way moments before passing them. Leading to many a passing traveler or peasant throwing themselves to the road side in desperation to get out of the oncoming storm. “What did she say?” Asked Tarik, trying to both turn around in his seat in the front, as well as not get thrown from the cart in its desperate rush through the woods. “Something about a garden.” Replied the old Herbalist mid-way through removing the roughly tied bandages of the lumberjack. Removing the bandages the herbalist tried to remove the underlying cloth as slowly and delicately as possible as the cart bumped and swayed on the path. “We’re taking you to Fort Silence, it’s a nearby, uh..Fort.” Spoke Tarik to the girl as the herbalist was busy crushing some sort of leaves that she had retrieved from a satchel she carried and quickly grinding it into a paste. “Just a little way up now.” “Now girl,” Spoke the herbalist rubbing the area surrounding the crossbow bolt with the paste, “This is going to sting.” The cart by now reached the crossroads to the fort. The road here was smoother than the surrounding roads. Tt had only recently been placed in the last few weeks as the fort became more of a hub of activity in the area. “We’re almost there.” Shouted the boy from the front, glad to be off the rough and windy roads and onto the straight and smooth recently laid gravel path. After applying the herbal paste, the old very delicately held onto the crossbow bolt and snapped it in half, with now only the bottom half still implanted into the young woman’s arm. “Pull it out!” Yelled Tarik to the herbalist. “If we do that, we’ll kill her.” Replied the herbalist tersely. “Young lady, do you remember how you got shot?” Spoke the herbalist, applying a clean bandage to her wound quickly and concisely. The Fort was now starting to appear in the horizon through the great Ironwood trees. Mostly hidden within the mountainside itself, the odd turret or window could be seen poking out of the jagged edges of the mountain. A great cave mouth rapidly coming into view like a giant mouth ready to swallow them whole. The boy was yelling now, not at traders, but armored militiamen, wielding plated armor and pikes that were walking down in formation to their patrol locations, or returning from them. The soldiers appearing both surprised, confused and hostile by the sudden and rapid arrival of the lumberyard cart. Once Tarik joined his louder voice in the boys warnings and alarms eventually a bell could be heard in the distance, signifying that someone at the fort had heard them. “Wounded, I have wounded!” Yelled the boy as he barreled up the hills to the entrance to the cave mouth which served as the entrance to the fort as well.
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Nine
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Roleplay posts: 21
Age: 16
Physical Description: Nine has long straight black hair, and deep blue eyes, framed by a face with angular features. She is tall for her age and has a slender build.
Clothes and Equipment: ----
The clothes she wears are in pristine condition. She wears simple cloth clothing that is pure white in color.
Registered: Apr 29, 2019 19:25:37 GMT -8
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Post by Nine on May 19, 2019 23:06:36 GMT -8
Nine sighed in relief, her body noticeable relaxing as she heard the words 'Fort Silence'. She knew not what Fort Silence was, her relief came solely from the fact that it was not The Garden.
Nine didn't respond when the herbalist spoke once again. Her mind felt hazy, and her limbs too heavy to move. The herbalist now seemed to meld in with all the other sounds that filled the air now. Besides the Herbalist speaking to her Nine could hear the constant rumbling of the wagon wheels along the stone road, hear men shouting and the clop of hooves - all the sounds seemed to meld together after a time, until Nine found she couldn't really focus on one particular sound.
Nine's skin would feel cold to the herbalist's touch when she began applying the poultice. Nine grimaced during the process of snapping the crossbow bolt, but otherwise there were no protests. Nine could feel the pain but she could not muster up the strength to scream now as she felt herself losing consciousness again, and desperately fought against it. She eventually picked out one sound piercing through the shouting of Tarik and the boy - a bell tolling in the distance; Her eyes drifted closed as she focused in on this one repetitive sound. She clung to this sound desperately as fear filled her heart - the ringing provided a small comfort as she thought simply, As long as I hear the bell, I am alive.
Distantly, through the cacophony of sound she heard the herbalist's voice, 'Young lady, do you remember how you got shot?' called the tiny voice.
"They were trying to stop me..." she began in a quiet and weak voice, taking a moment to take a breath before continuing, "...Stop me from escaping."
These were all the words Nine had to offer as she clung to consciousness for a few more seconds before passing out once again shortly after finishing her sentence, it seemed her condition was getting worse.
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Fort Silence
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Roleplay posts: 19
Physical Description: Built into the side of a great mountain, its entrance hidden by a great cave. Fort Silence is the abode of Kargth. It is a series of tunnels and room dug over time deeper into the mountain. The structure itself is unknowably old. With nothing but the stone and granite remaining of the original architecture. No statues or painting reside it its halls, nor art or windows of any kind. Bare, it is a dark and depressing place. Its dark corridors undisturbed by animal or human for eons, how it has been able to remain standing is a miracle, or something else.
Now it is inhabited by the Reborn. Ex-slaves, the tortured and the discarded. All are given a second life here, just like their Lord was given life from death. They inhabit this once dead keep, brining life into it as well. The halls are now filled with the laughter of children, finally safe and cared for. Women who do not fear the fist of their husbands, men who no longer fear for their family’s lives. They finally live in peace. It is a peace that they will die to protect, for their families and those that remain. A small militia has been formed from volunteers, both male and female. Wearing mismatched armour and scraps. For they live in a desolate and unruled place, roving bands of bandits, slavers and deserters stalk the areas of where Fort Silence lies. Supplies are taken from these bands that are caught. The pillages become the pillaged. No mercy is given to these men, no prisoners are taken. For they do not deserve their lives. Prisoners and slaves are found and are freed and given the choice to join them or leave of their own free will, and as such, the man power of Fort Silence grows.
Registered: Apr 20, 2019 1:24:28 GMT -8
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Post by Fort Silence on May 23, 2019 21:00:29 GMT -8
Nine sighed in relief, her body noticeable relaxing as she heard the words 'Fort Silence'. She knew not what Fort Silence was, her relief came solely from the fact that it was not The Garden. Nine didn't respond when the herbalist spoke once again. Her mind felt hazy, and her limbs too heavy to move. The herbalist now seemed to meld in with all the other sounds that filled the air now. Besides the Herbalist speaking to her Nine could hear the constant rumbling of the wagon wheels along the stone road, hear men shouting and the clop of hooves - all the sounds seemed to meld together after a time, until Nine found she couldn't really focus on one particular sound. Nine's skin would feel cold to the herbalist's touch when she began applying the poultice. Nine grimaced during the process of snapping the crossbow bolt, but otherwise there were no protests. Nine could feel the pain but she could not muster up the strength to scream now as she felt herself losing consciousness again, and desperately fought against it. She eventually picked out one sound piercing through the shouting of Tarik and the boy - a bell tolling in the distance; Her eyes drifted closed as she focused in on this one repetitive sound. She clung to this sound desperately as fear filled her heart - the ringing provided a small comfort as she thought simply, As long as I hear the bell, I am alive.
Distantly, through the cacophony of sound she heard the herbalist's voice, 'Young lady, do you remember how you got shot?' called the tiny voice. "They were trying to stop me..." she began in a quiet and weak voice, taking a moment to take a breath before continuing, "...Stop me from escaping." These were all the words Nine had to offer as she clung to consciousness for a few more seconds before passing out once again shortly after finishing her sentence, it seemed her condition was getting worse. The cart was now reaching the entrance of the Fort. “Escape?” Exclaimed the Herbalist, Her eyes wide with surprise “You’re a slave girl?” Tarik’s face darkened, his voice now low. “And they shot you for running.” He gripped the cart harder now, his knuckles turning white in the effort. “Damn slavers, we’ll burn them all.” He said low to himself. The opposition from the guards becoming more coordinated now as their surprise and confusion was beginning to fade. Eventually one militiaman, a squad leader by the looks of his dyed red left shoulder plate, was brave enough to step in front of the cart, his long spear held tightly in his hands, pointed directly at the charging mules, causing the young boy to quickly slow down. “What in the gods do you think you’re doing?” He bellowed at the young boy at the helm of the cart, now trying to desperately sooth the horses from trampling the guard. Tarik turned now to the squad leader and bellowed back. “We found a slave girl shot by a bolt escaping her masters not far from here. She’s barely alive.” “Slavers? Here? So close to the fort?” He said in shock and surprise. “How did they get so close?” He said to himself quietly. Moving quickly out of the way he spoke once more to the cart. “Our healer isn’t here right now, he’s out on a relief mission further north. “Corvus is here though, if you want to risk it.” The young boy began to spur the mules on once more, past the guard. “Corvus?!” Yelled Tarik back at the guard as he passed him. “How in the beyond is a witch doctor gonna help a bolt wound?” “He knows his stuff” Spoke the guard, now behind them. “Even if he is a bit, strange.” The cart was now back to its old pace, but it seemed the guard’s message was faster, the men ahead swiftly got out of their way. With several of them quickly heading down the path in patrol formation. It seemed the arrival of slavers this deep into the valley was of serious concern to the Militia. As they rose to further up towards the mountain base proper, and the cave mouth becoming larger and larger, they noticed individuals waiting for their arrival. Two seemed to be medics from the militia, carrying a stretched between them, and a tall, thin man wearing what seemed to be an old, ragged and patched up medical coat, stained with time a dark brown shade. “Welcome to Fort Silence!” spoke the thin man as they approached, and the cart slowed. His voice high and some what excited. He instructed the two medics to load the now lightly breathing girl into the stretcher. He inspected the girls wounds, tsked to himself and faced the herbalist. “We’ll take it from here Lorien, your care has been most adequate.” The old woman nodded in reply, now storing what remained of her supplies back into her satchels. “Someone better pay for all that, I used up a lot of my stock for her.” “Something will be arranged.” Spoke Corvus. “Now quickly move her inside, she will require, more advanced care.” Corvus said, somewhat excited at the challenge. “I’m not leaving her with you.” Spoke Tarik, still in the passenger seat of the cart. “Your witching ways might kill her faster then the bolt would.” The thin man turned to face his accuser as the girl was being moved to the stretcher by the two medics. “I can assure you, she will be healed of her injuries, you have my word.” He said quickly, annoyed at the interference. “Not gonna happen.” Spoke Tarik in flat reply. “I’m going with her” The witch doctor inspected the lumberjack for a moment as the young woman was being moved into the fort proper behind him. “Very well, we may have need for you as it is. Come follow me.” Corvus spoke, turning on his heels and walking briskly into the fort. “Stay here,” Tarik instructed the boy beside him and he quickly dismounted the cart. “Don’t leave until I do.” At that Tarik moved quickly after the doctor, and into the dark mouth of the fort.
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Nine
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Roleplay posts: 21
Age: 16
Physical Description: Nine has long straight black hair, and deep blue eyes, framed by a face with angular features. She is tall for her age and has a slender build.
Clothes and Equipment: ----
The clothes she wears are in pristine condition. She wears simple cloth clothing that is pure white in color.
Registered: Apr 29, 2019 19:25:37 GMT -8
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Post by Nine on May 29, 2019 10:37:38 GMT -8
Nine's body remained limp as they transferred her over to the stretcher, her skin pallid and cold, her breathing faint.
In her unconsciousness, her mind wandered to various places. One scene in particular came into her mind, the moment she realized the Garden had more to it than meets the eye.
Three, her old friend. She had left one day suddenly, just as all the other children had, never to be seen again. The adults said she had moved on, she no longer had to be in The Garden anymore. Three was the first one to break the veil of innocence Nine had drawn over her head about The Garden. All the children who had left were always the ones who had fallen behind, either physically or mentally. If they were graduating from the Garden, why did the adults only pick the ones who scored the lowest? Nine remembered Three posing that question to her, and she never think of an answer. She grew more and more curious from that day on.
One day, Nine had snuck past the adults, after Three had been taken. She was determined to find her. She ventured past the doors that closed off The Garden from everything that lie beyond, white and imposing. She remembered the sense of fear she felt, but also excitement. She had stared at those doors for fourteen years, even from her earliest memories, wonder what was beyond them... and now she finally grew daring enough to defy the adults and venture past them, to find Three...
She was nearly caught as she wandered the strange pristine white halls, at the last moment ducking Inside a room, which turned out to be more like a closet for storage. Nine had only hid in there for a moment to avoid being caught, but as she looked around the room she came to the first horrible realization she had about The Garden. In that room was relics of the past, stuffed animals and other precious belongings that had been inseparable from the children who had left. She even found all the letters the children had written to those who left, none of them actually got to their intended destination, all unopened. If all of this was still here, where was Three, or the others?
Fear struck her then, even as it did now. She awoke once again now, finding herself somewhere different. It was darker, wherever she was.The bolt in her shoulder began glowing then. It seemed there was a couple of strange symbols engraved in the shaft... barely visible before but now glowing with magic. Fear gripped her heart, as she remembered once again now. The bolt in her shoulder, her escape, the feeling of all of her strength leaving her body, even the strength to breath. In the face of death however, the bolt now represented an even greater fear. They were coming to take her back now, they knew where she was now, the bolt would tell them.
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Kargth
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Knight of a time long past,confused of who and what he is he travels the lands seeking for answers.
Roleplay posts: 45
Age: Unknown
Physical Description: 7ft tall and built like an ox nothing can be seen under his armor.
Clothes and Equipment: Wearing armor made of darkest metal and wielding a blazing sword Kargth is a sight to behold. His armor is etched with script with a language he does not understand. His sword blazing with magic he can not conceive of. The armor he wears is as much a mystery to himself as it is to others.
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Post by Kargth on May 31, 2019 18:42:06 GMT -8
Nine's body remained limp as they transferred her over to the stretcher, her skin pallid and cold, her breathing faint. In her unconsciousness, her mind wandered to various places. One scene in particular came into her mind, the moment she realized the Garden had more to it than meets the eye. Three, her old friend. She had left one day suddenly, just as all the other children had, never to be seen again. The adults said she had moved on, she no longer had to be in The Garden anymore. Three was the first one to break the veil of innocence Nine had drawn over her head about The Garden. All the children who had left were always the ones who had fallen behind, either physically or mentally. If they were graduating from the Garden, why did the adults only pick the ones who scored the lowest? Nine remembered Three posing that question to her, and she never think of an answer. She grew more and more curious from that day on. One day, Nine had snuck past the adults, after Three had been taken. She was determined to find her. She ventured past the doors that closed off The Garden from everything that lie beyond, white and imposing. She remembered the sense of fear she felt, but also excitement. She had stared at those doors for fourteen years, even from her earliest memories, wonder what was beyond them... and now she finally grew daring enough to defy the adults and venture past them, to find Three... She was nearly caught as she wandered the strange pristine white halls, at the last moment ducking Inside a room, which turned out to be more like a closet for storage. Nine had only hid in there for a moment to avoid being caught, but as she looked around the room she came to the first horrible realization she had about The Garden. In that room was relics of the past, stuffed animals and other precious belongings that had been inseparable from the children who had left. She even found all the letters the children had written to those who left, none of them actually got to their intended destination, all unopened. If all of this was still here, where was Three, or the others? Fear struck her then, even as it did now. She awoke once again now, finding herself somewhere different. It was darker, wherever she was.The bolt in her shoulder began glowing then. It seemed there was a couple of strange symbols engraved in the shaft... barely visible before but now glowing with magic. Fear gripped her heart, as she remembered once again now. The bolt in her shoulder, her escape, the feeling of all of her strength leaving her body, even the strength to breath. In the face of death however, the bolt now represented an even greater fear. They were coming to take her back now, they knew where she was now, the bolt would tell them. The witch doctor was hard at work, mumbling to himself. The wounded girl had been placed on a gurney in the medical wing of the Fort, several meters underground. The room wasn’t that large, holding only half a dozen beds within its space. Luckily no one else was injured, making the young woman the only occupant. Most of the equipment here was bought from the Isran Empire. Most of it out of date, bought for a low price. Saws, vices and other such tools of the trade were hanging from a nearby wall clean but well worn. Corvus did not even appear to notice these. Instead he was focused on reading through a small, ragged and barely stitched together book. Tarik was by the girls side and saw as the bolt began to glow. Although the rooms here were brightened by torch light, the faint green glow was unmistakable. “The bolts glowing!” He exclaimed to the doctor, pointing. Corvus looked up from his book and saw the faint green glow of the bolt. “That won’t do, that won’t do at all.” He said calmly, closing the book and placing it to one side. He turned to look at Tarik. “I’m going to need your help in this. She’s lost too much blood and will die soon.” “What?!” Tarik replied, shocked and surprised. “I’m going to need yours.” Covus replied again calmly. Tarik’s eyes widened, taken back by the request. “I will not take part in your witching ways, you pathetic cretin!” He said accusingly. “You wanted to help; this is how your going to do it. Now give me your hand!” Corvus replied curtly. “Do you want to save her or not?” Tarik looked down at the girl, who had once again gained consciousness. She looked so much like his daughter… “Fine.” He said, outstretching his arm. Corvus grabbed it quickly, dragging him over to the girl. Placing him on a nearby bed. Corvus kneeled in the gap between the two. He began to speak now, his words not in common tongue, instead he spoke in a language of full of harsh syllables and guttural tones. He was speaking the old tongue. Tarik realised, even his own grandparents only knew the odd phrase. Yet here he was speaking it like it was his first language! The witch doctor pulled out a small knife. It was amazingly ornate. The handle of carved bone, Tarik did not want to guess what animal. The blade long, sharp and etched with runes. He made a cut up on the girl’s hand, deep and long. His chanting was getting faster now. He then cut both his own palms, again deep and long, blood seeping dark red from the wounds, mixing with the blood of the woman on the blade. The runes upon the blade were beginning to glow a bright orange glow now. He turned towards Tarik and dug his knife deep into his hand. Tarik yelled out in pain, trying to move his hand away. But the witch doctors grip was iron tight, not even the muscled axeman could move away. The chanting was even louder now, Corvus placed the blade upon the floor and firmly clasped both Tarik’s and the woman’s hand in each of his own. The dark red blood from their wounds mingling. That was when Tarik began to feel weak. He could feel the blood leaving him. Corvus was still chanting, now the same phrase over and over. Tarik looked over to the young woman. Her ashen face was beginning to gain colour again. What ever the doctor was doing, it was working. Tarik was getting even more weak now. His head began to droop, his mouth salivating, his stomach beginning to curl. Yet the doctor did not stop his chanting. If anything, he was getting louder, faster. Tarik’s vision began to darken. He tried to speak, but his tongue would not leave his mouth. Sounds began to become muffled. Until all he could hear was the guttural sounds of Corvus as he drained him of blood and slowly, Tarik did not even hear that. His eye lids began to feel heavy and eventually closed and darkness embraced him.
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Nine
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Roleplay posts: 21
Age: 16
Physical Description: Nine has long straight black hair, and deep blue eyes, framed by a face with angular features. She is tall for her age and has a slender build.
Clothes and Equipment: ----
The clothes she wears are in pristine condition. She wears simple cloth clothing that is pure white in color.
Registered: Apr 29, 2019 19:25:37 GMT -8
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Post by Nine on Jun 6, 2019 10:12:35 GMT -8
Nine felt the blade slice across her hand, and she screamed, trying to pull away weakly. She had no idea what was going on in her delirious state, but as the chanting continued she felt her strength, and senses, returning.
The bolt in her shoulder also began to hurt again. She looked at the man chanting, a bewildered look on her face as she saw Tarik flop to the ground then. She remembered that man, remembered seeing his face as she carried her, he was the one that saved him.
"What are you doing to him? What's happening?" she said. She couldn't seem to stay still either, as riled up as she still was. She would attempt to sit up, to get a better look at Tarik on the ground. The pain in her shoulder spiked and she remembered the bolt.
"They are coming, I need to get this bolt out of me," she said reaching for the bolt.
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Fort Silence
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Roleplay posts: 19
Physical Description: Built into the side of a great mountain, its entrance hidden by a great cave. Fort Silence is the abode of Kargth. It is a series of tunnels and room dug over time deeper into the mountain. The structure itself is unknowably old. With nothing but the stone and granite remaining of the original architecture. No statues or painting reside it its halls, nor art or windows of any kind. Bare, it is a dark and depressing place. Its dark corridors undisturbed by animal or human for eons, how it has been able to remain standing is a miracle, or something else.
Now it is inhabited by the Reborn. Ex-slaves, the tortured and the discarded. All are given a second life here, just like their Lord was given life from death. They inhabit this once dead keep, brining life into it as well. The halls are now filled with the laughter of children, finally safe and cared for. Women who do not fear the fist of their husbands, men who no longer fear for their family’s lives. They finally live in peace. It is a peace that they will die to protect, for their families and those that remain. A small militia has been formed from volunteers, both male and female. Wearing mismatched armour and scraps. For they live in a desolate and unruled place, roving bands of bandits, slavers and deserters stalk the areas of where Fort Silence lies. Supplies are taken from these bands that are caught. The pillages become the pillaged. No mercy is given to these men, no prisoners are taken. For they do not deserve their lives. Prisoners and slaves are found and are freed and given the choice to join them or leave of their own free will, and as such, the man power of Fort Silence grows.
Registered: Apr 20, 2019 1:24:28 GMT -8
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Post by Fort Silence on Jun 12, 2019 23:21:00 GMT -8
Nine felt the blade slice across her hand, and she screamed, trying to pull away weakly. She had no idea what was going on in her delirious state, but as the chanting continued she felt her strength, and senses, returning. The bolt in her shoulder also began to hurt again. She looked at the man chanting, a bewildered look on her face as she saw Tarik flop to the ground then. She remembered that man, remembered seeing his face as she carried her, he was the one that saved him. "What are you doing to him? What's happening?" she said. She couldn't seem to stay still either, as riled up as she still was. She would attempt to sit up, to get a better look at Tarik on the ground. The pain in her shoulder spiked and she remembered the bolt. "They are coming, I need to get this bolt out of me," she said reaching for the bolt. As the witch doctors magics continued, now with an unconscious Tarik slowly becoming paler and paler, the skin upon nines body began to gain its full lustre again. Not only that, it seemed that the tip of the bolt was beginning to rise out of her shoulder blade. “Don’t move girl.” Said Corvus between gritted teeth, trying to keep her still. Veins appearing upon his forehead as he concentrated in his ritual. “Only a little longer now. This is going to be close.” Slowly the bolt rose even further, rising ever other second in pulses. Tarik’s breathing begun to sound faint, his skin now a deathly white. “Almost there...” Mumbled the doctor. The bolt slid free of nines shoulder and clanged to the rocky floor. No bloody wound could be seen where the bolt had been, only clean skin was seen beneath her tatted clothing. The doctor let out a gasp and let go of their hands, bending over in exhaustion. Taking a few deep breaths, he turned behind him to the collapsed lumber jack. He placed his trembling hands to Tarik’s giant neck and paused. Then moved his hand over the slowly rising chest of the man and paused again, eventually letting out a low grunt. “That was close. Too close.” He said to the unconscious man between jagged breaths, leaning back and backing himself against a nearby wall. He patted the lumberjack on the chest. “If you had been a smaller man my boy. You would be dead.” After a few seconds of deep breaths. Corvus got up from the floor, groaning as he used the bedding as support as he rose. He turned to observe the girl, inspecting her now. “Come on girlie, help me put him on a gurney.” He instructed, massaging his back. “He’s going to wake up with one hell of an ache. “
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Nine
Established
Roleplay posts: 21
Age: 16
Physical Description: Nine has long straight black hair, and deep blue eyes, framed by a face with angular features. She is tall for her age and has a slender build.
Clothes and Equipment: ----
The clothes she wears are in pristine condition. She wears simple cloth clothing that is pure white in color.
Registered: Apr 29, 2019 19:25:37 GMT -8
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Post by Nine on Jun 15, 2019 14:13:00 GMT -8
Nine's struggling stopped as she heard the witch doctor's words. She looked fearfully at first at the bolt, and the wound. She could feel her strength returning, and see with her own eyes as the magic healed her, though she didn't understand it.
Once it was done, her hand cautiously brushed over the fresh new skin where the bolt had just been, "I'm healed..." she said to herself, quietly and incredulously.
She sat up then, her deep blue eyes scanning intently for something until she eventually found it - the bolt. Carefully, she picked up the small bolt staining her hands further with her own blood that lingered on it - not that it made much difference, she was basically covered in her own blood as it was.
She put the bolt in her pocket for now, turning her attention to the witch doctor and the other man in the room who had saved her.
She gasped as she saw the unconscious man on the ground, she remembered him being one of the lumberjacks that had rescued her. She knelt next to him, though was unsure of what to do for a moment before the witch doctor instructed her to help him onto a gurney.
She hooked both of her arms under one of the lumberjack's and with a grunt of effort began lifting the heavy man with the Witch Doctor onto a gurney.
After some struggling the task was complete, and she turned to Corvus then, "Thank you for healing me... but there's something that's worrying me..."
She looked down at Tarik then, who was breathing faintly but steadily... perhaps that was worrying her too.
Nonetheless, she took out the bolt from her pocket then, this was a more pressing matter - "There's more to this bolt than meets the eye, I think the people who were trying to prevent my escape from The Garden might be able to track me down with this," she said, showing it to Corvus.
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Corvus
New
Roleplay posts: 6
Age: 34
Physical Description: Skin like wax covers the stick like image of Corvus. Tall and thin, his clothing drapes over his frame, only barely able to give him some sort of weight to his body.
Clothes and Equipment: Wearing a stained brown medical coat with several buldges being seen in the various pockets of his coat. Underneath a series of vials, flasks and straps can be seen. Carrying all manner of antidotes, cures and poisons.
Allegiances: Fort Silence
Registered: Jun 20, 2019 21:13:39 GMT -8
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Post by Corvus on Jun 20, 2019 21:26:09 GMT -8
Nine's struggling stopped as she heard the witch doctor's words. She looked fearfully at first at the bolt, and the wound. She could feel her strength returning, and see with her own eyes as the magic healed her, though she didn't understand it. Once it was done, her hand cautiously brushed over the fresh new skin where the bolt had just been, "I'm healed..." she said to herself, quietly and incredulously. She sat up then, her deep blue eyes scanning intently for something until she eventually found it - the bolt. Carefully, she picked up the small bolt staining her hands further with her own blood that lingered on it - not that it made much difference, she was basically covered in her own blood as it was. She put the bolt in her pocket for now, turning her attention to the witch doctor and the other man in the room who had saved her. She gasped as she saw the unconscious man on the ground, she remembered him being one of the lumberjacks that had rescued her. She knelt next to him, though was unsure of what to do for a moment before the witch doctor instructed her to help him onto a gurney. She hooked both of her arms under one of the lumberjack's and with a grunt of effort began lifting the heavy man with the Witch Doctor onto a gurney. After some struggling the task was complete, and she turned to Corvus then, "Thank you for healing me... but there's something that's worrying me..." She looked down at Tarik then, who was breathing faintly but steadily... perhaps that was worrying her too. Nonetheless, she took out the bolt from her pocket then, this was a more pressing matter - "There's more to this bolt than meets the eye, I think the people who were trying to prevent my escape from The Garden might be able to track me down with this," she said, showing it to Corvus. Corvus looked down at the bolt, now glowing faintly and bent over to inspect it closely in Nines Hands. He stroked his chin for a moment, moved his head from side to side as he studied the tip of the blade. “This isn’t some bandit bolt.” Corvus said, more to himself then to Nine. “Craftsmen’s too good. Not to mention the uh, glowing.” He raised his head from the curious ammunition and inspected Nine more carefully. “What do you want to do with it?”
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Nine
Established
Roleplay posts: 21
Age: 16
Physical Description: Nine has long straight black hair, and deep blue eyes, framed by a face with angular features. She is tall for her age and has a slender build.
Clothes and Equipment: ----
The clothes she wears are in pristine condition. She wears simple cloth clothing that is pure white in color.
Registered: Apr 29, 2019 19:25:37 GMT -8
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Post by Nine on Jun 20, 2019 23:28:04 GMT -8
Nine was quick in her answer, "I'm going to destroy it, as soon as possible."
She wanted nothing to do with the strange bolt, she only wanted it gone. With conviction, she moved over to a nearby wall, grabbing a torch from its sconce and lighting the shaft on fire. She watched as it burned in her hand, the fire burning a bright green momentarily as it burned the magic runes away.
"What are you going to do with me now, then?" Nine asked Corvus as she eyed the burning bolt for a few moments before dropping it onto the stone floor to let it burn some more, and then looking back up at him.
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Corvus
New
Roleplay posts: 6
Age: 34
Physical Description: Skin like wax covers the stick like image of Corvus. Tall and thin, his clothing drapes over his frame, only barely able to give him some sort of weight to his body.
Clothes and Equipment: Wearing a stained brown medical coat with several buldges being seen in the various pockets of his coat. Underneath a series of vials, flasks and straps can be seen. Carrying all manner of antidotes, cures and poisons.
Allegiances: Fort Silence
Registered: Jun 20, 2019 21:13:39 GMT -8
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Post by Corvus on Jun 23, 2019 20:25:12 GMT -8
Nine was quick in her answer, "I'm going to destroy it, as soon as possible." She wanted nothing to do with the strange bolt, she only wanted it gone. With conviction, she moved over to a nearby wall, grabbing a torch from its sconce and lighting the shaft on fire. She watched as it burned in her hand, the fire burning a bright green momentarily as it burned the magic runes away. "What are you going to do with me now, then?" Nine asked Corvus as she eyed the burning bolt for a few moments before dropping it onto the stone floor to let it burn some more, and then looking back up at him. “Do with you?” Spoke Corvus quizzically. “I imagine you have no money, but I think the fort will pay for my services in this case. They pay quite well too.” He winked at her. He turned and picked up the ritual knife off the floor, groaning as he bent over. He picked up the knife delicately and pulled a small handkerchief from one of his many pouches he wore under his coat and began to wipe it down. Turning back to face Nine. “I don’t think I’ve got many of those left in me.” He mumbled to himself as he cleaned the knife of blood, “Don’t remember that being so taxing. It was only a simple blood transfer.” He shook his head and sighed. “You’re free to go if you wish young lady. I imagine the militia will want to have a word with you. You gave the whole fort a scare when you came in saying you’d been shot so close to the fort. Whole place is high strung as it is, what with the rumors of a counter attack filtering in. Kargth might even want to see you once he comes back from the relief mission.” He finished cleaning his tool, and deftly sheathed the dagger. “About that, that bolt.” He nodded his head to the now ash pile on the floor. “Is not something you see very often. No one near here can do such enchantment. What did you say your name was again?”
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Nine
Established
Roleplay posts: 21
Age: 16
Physical Description: Nine has long straight black hair, and deep blue eyes, framed by a face with angular features. She is tall for her age and has a slender build.
Clothes and Equipment: ----
The clothes she wears are in pristine condition. She wears simple cloth clothing that is pure white in color.
Registered: Apr 29, 2019 19:25:37 GMT -8
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Post by Nine on Jun 24, 2019 13:45:56 GMT -8
The longer Nine was awake, the more she felt out of her depth, and the more nervous she was. Previously, she was barely lucid and near death, but now she was completely aware of her surroundings and they felt alien to her. She knew nothing about the fort, militia, or blood transfers Corvus spoke about, beyond some small bits of info she could glean given some of the minor context she already had. She knew she was in the fort Corvus referred to, for example, as she remembered being carried into it, and she remembered hearing those who had saved her mentioning its name even - Fort Silence.
Where she was, however, relative to anything else, she had no idea. For the last sixteen years she only knew The Garden, it was her one and only home. She felt a bit homesick just thinking about it, but quickly reminded herself that she wanted to escape, ever since she learned about a great unknown world beyond.
Nine had remained silent as Corvus spoke, watching Corvus's blade as he cleaned it and nervously avoiding eye-contact as she pondered many things - until he mentioned her name. Nine immediately met Corvus' gaze, and froze, all the gears in her head turning at once. What was her name? Nine wasn't a real name, but she was never allowed to give herself one in The Garden. What did she want to be called then? She had no idea, she never thought of this before. Pressure built by the moment as Nine's mind raced and Corvus looked at her expectantly, until the breaking point.
"Uhm... Just call me Nine," she finally said awkwardly, looking down. She was ashamed she didn't have a name to tell him, a real name, but in that moment she vowed that she would come up with one soon.
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Corvus
New
Roleplay posts: 6
Age: 34
Physical Description: Skin like wax covers the stick like image of Corvus. Tall and thin, his clothing drapes over his frame, only barely able to give him some sort of weight to his body.
Clothes and Equipment: Wearing a stained brown medical coat with several buldges being seen in the various pockets of his coat. Underneath a series of vials, flasks and straps can be seen. Carrying all manner of antidotes, cures and poisons.
Allegiances: Fort Silence
Registered: Jun 20, 2019 21:13:39 GMT -8
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Post by Corvus on Jun 24, 2019 19:46:40 GMT -8
The longer Nine was awake, the more she felt out of her depth, and the more nervous she was. Previously, she was barely lucid and near death, but now she was completely aware of her surroundings and they felt alien to her. She knew nothing about the fort, militia, or blood transfers Corvus spoke about, beyond some small bits of info she could glean given some of the minor context she already had. She knew she was in the fort Corvus referred to, for example, as she remembered being carried into it, and she remembered hearing those who had saved her mentioning its name even - Fort Silence. Where she was, however, relative to anything else, she had no idea. For the last sixteen years she only knew The Garden, it was her one and only home. She felt a bit homesick just thinking about it, but quickly reminded herself that she wanted to escape, ever since she learned about a great unknown world beyond. Nine had remained silent as Corvus spoke, watching Corvus's blade as he cleaned it and nervously avoiding eye-contact as she pondered many things - until he mentioned her name. Nine immediately met Corvus' gaze, and froze, all the gears in her head turning at once. What was her name? Nine wasn't a real name, but she was never allowed to give herself one in The Garden. What did she want to be called then? She had no idea, she never thought of this before. Pressure built by the moment as Nine's mind raced and Corvus looked at her expectantly, until the breaking point. "Uhm... Just call me Nine," she finally said awkwardly, looking down. She was ashamed she didn't have a name to tell him, a real name, but in that moment she vowed that she would come up with one soon. Corvus raised an eyebrow at Nine’s response. “Uh, very well uh, Nine. I don’t think we’ve been formally introduced. I am Corvus Moloreth.” He gives a deep theatrical bow. “I like to call myself a doctor. Some like our friend here. “He jerks his head in the direction of the sleeping giant. “Would call me a witch. A title I do not like to use, but in some cases is apt as you probably saw before.” As he was speaking, a young man not older then twenty sprinted into the small infirmary out of breath and grasping a large satchel bag full of medical supplies. “Where is she? I was told there was a girl shot by a bolt in the chest?” He said between gasps. “I ran ahead of the convoy as fast as I could.” Corvus smirked and gave a small laugh. “This would be her my boy. Right as rain.” The young doctor reached out to a nearby wall to steady himself between gasps of breath. “Can’t be, she was close to death. I was told so by the guards outside, left most of her blood on the wagon they told me.” “Indeed she did.” Corvus said gravely. Turning to Nine once more. “Another minute and she would have died. Remind me to thank Lorien before she leaves.” He turned back to the gasping doctor at the door, who was now starting to regain his strength. “Our friend here though, does need your attention.” He pointed at the resting Tarik. “Lost a lot of blood in a transfer. He’s stable but he’s going to be as weak as a small child when he wakes in a few hours.” “Transfer?” The doctor said taking a final deep breath and walked past Corvus and Nine and to the sleeping man. “What do you mean trans..” Once closer, the doctor could see the slice mark on the sleeping man’s hand. “Is that?!” he said in a mixture of surprise and indignation. He rounded on Corvus. “You’re Corvus aren’t you! You used your damn blood magic on him!” “He’s alive, isn’t he? The girl is fine too no thanks to you.” Covrus responded, dryly. “Get the hell out of my infirmary.” Yelled the doctor. Point at the door angrily. “Take the girl with you if she’s so healthy. Kargth will want to speak to both of you. He’s only an hour behind me.” The witch doctor lightly grabbed the young womans arm and gently moving her towards the door. “We best get out of here my lady. Get you into some new clothes.” “I’m going to write an official complaint about you Corvus. You’ve gone too far!” Spoke the doctor as they left the room. Corvus shook his head as he left the room, sighing to himself. “As you might have realised. I’m sort of the man of last resort in these places.” Corvus said as he guided her through the tunnels beneath the keep. “I hope you don’t think less of me my dear.”
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Nine
Established
Roleplay posts: 21
Age: 16
Physical Description: Nine has long straight black hair, and deep blue eyes, framed by a face with angular features. She is tall for her age and has a slender build.
Clothes and Equipment: ----
The clothes she wears are in pristine condition. She wears simple cloth clothing that is pure white in color.
Registered: Apr 29, 2019 19:25:37 GMT -8
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Post by Nine on Jun 24, 2019 21:33:55 GMT -8
Nine thought Corvus' name was quite interesting, she had never heard a name such as that, not even in any of the books she was allowed to read in her old home. The bow was something she hadn't seen before, however, and what was a witch? Her worry returned when Corvus mentioned Tarik though, and she was about to ask if he was okay, until the doctor barged in.
She watched silently as the two spoke. She felt a bit awkward standing there as they were clearly talking about her, but there was a certain word that caught her attention among all the foreign jargon, magic.How could she not have known this before! How she was healed so suddenly - it had to be through the use of magic, the blood transfer was magic! And Corvus was the one who used it.
Nine definitely knew about magic, it was part of everyday life in The Garden. She remembered the runes that glowed upon the seamless marble doors as they slid open; At supper, their food would simply appear when ready, no one ever carried it into the mess hall. Sometimes, she would see a broom standing on its own and sweeping the halls without anyone holding it. None of the children knew how to use magic, though the adults said they would one day teach them. If she wanted to stand a chance against the adults, she realized she would have to learn magic herself.
Her revelations were cut short suddenly, and she tensed up slightly as Corvus grabbed her arm, leading her out of the room and into the tunnels. She looked around a bit bewildered, moving at a brisk walk to keep up with Corvus while trying to avoid walking into him or tripping in the dark hallway as she looked around, “I don’t think less of you,” she assured him. In fact, Corvus might be just the person she needed, but first she did want to get changed. The blood staining on her pure white clothing was very extensive and had begun to dry by now. In fact, the metallic smell of her own blood was getting a bit nauseating. Hopefully, she would be able to wash after talking to this Kargth.
“Who is Kargth?” she asked a few steps later through the tunnels. That particular name seemed all too important with the number of times it was mentioned. The implied importance of this person also worried her, what if he wasn't satisfied with what she told him? She didn't know how things worked here, and she was still not sure if she could trust anyone, except maybe Corvus, and Tarik.
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Corvus
New
Roleplay posts: 6
Age: 34
Physical Description: Skin like wax covers the stick like image of Corvus. Tall and thin, his clothing drapes over his frame, only barely able to give him some sort of weight to his body.
Clothes and Equipment: Wearing a stained brown medical coat with several buldges being seen in the various pockets of his coat. Underneath a series of vials, flasks and straps can be seen. Carrying all manner of antidotes, cures and poisons.
Allegiances: Fort Silence
Registered: Jun 20, 2019 21:13:39 GMT -8
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Post by Corvus on Jun 26, 2019 1:48:34 GMT -8
Nine thought Corvus' name was quite interesting, she had never heard a name such as that, not even in any of the books she was allowed to read in her old home. The bow was something she hadn't seen before, however, and what was a witch? Her worry returned when Corvus mentioned Tarik though, and she was about to ask if he was okay, until the doctor barged in. She watched silently as the two spoke. She felt a bit awkward standing there as they were clearly talking about her, but there was a certain word that caught her attention among all the foreign jargon, magic.How could she not have known this before! How she was healed so suddenly - it had to be through the use of magic, the blood transfer was magic! And Corvus was the one who used it. Nine definitely knew about magic, it was part of everyday life in The Garden. She remembered the runes that glowed upon the seamless marble doors as they slid open; At supper, their food would simply appear when ready, no one ever carried it into the mess hall. Sometimes, she would see a broom standing on its own and sweeping the halls without anyone holding it. None of the children knew how to use magic, though the adults said they would one day teach them. If she wanted to stand a chance against the adults, she realized she would have to learn magic herself. Her revelations were cut short suddenly, and she tensed up slightly as Corvus grabbed her arm, leading her out of the room and into the tunnels. She looked around a bit bewildered, moving at a brisk walk to keep up with Corvus while trying to avoid walking into him or tripping in the dark hallway as she looked around, “I don’t think less of you,” she assured him. In fact, Corvus might be just the person she needed, but first she did want to get changed. The blood staining on her pure white clothing was very extensive and had begun to dry by now. In fact, the metallic smell of her own blood was getting a bit nauseating. Hopefully, she would be able to wash after talking to this Kargth. “Who is Kargth?” she asked a few steps later through the tunnels. That particular name seemed all too important with the number of times it was mentioned. The implied importance of this person also worried her, what if he wasn't satisfied with what she told him? She didn't know how things worked here, and she was still not sure if she could trust anyone, except maybe Corvus, and Tarik. Although they were several meters underground, torches were spread evenly along the hallways and rooms, combined with the steady stream of bodies that were constantly brushing up against each other in the three-meter-wide corridors the air had a pleasant warmth to it. Corvus kept a light hold on the girl as he guided her upwards towards the requisition office. As she asked him who was Kargth he stopped and turned, apologising as he disturbed the light flow of traffic behind him. “Kargth is the master of this place, the commander of the militia and lord of the valley. He’s a very powerful man.” Kargth said quietly. “If he is a man at all.” He added more to himself. He directed her into a side room, what seemed to be a temporary storage room. Wood crates were stacked haphazardly inside, with hash sacks piled on top. “Its best you hear it from me first rather then when you see him.” Corvus whispered, bending low to her head height, groaning as he did so. “Kargth is not human, not anymore. I don’t understand much about it and I’ve not had much face to face with him, but most in the militia know. Its kind of an open secret. He was found here. In this place.” He gestured to the room around him. “All alone. He never eats or drinks, never sleeps and never takes off his armour.” He scratched his chin. “I’m pretty sure he’s not even alive.” He mused. “Although, he’s not undead either. He’s somewhere in between.”
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Nine
Established
Roleplay posts: 21
Age: 16
Physical Description: Nine has long straight black hair, and deep blue eyes, framed by a face with angular features. She is tall for her age and has a slender build.
Clothes and Equipment: ----
The clothes she wears are in pristine condition. She wears simple cloth clothing that is pure white in color.
Registered: Apr 29, 2019 19:25:37 GMT -8
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Post by Nine on Jun 29, 2019 21:33:53 GMT -8
Nine's eyebrows raised higher and higher as Corvus explained who Kargth was, as well as his unique... situation. She had never heard of anything like this. She knew of magic and how it worked, as well as the supernatural element of it, but she was never really shown the possibilities of it to this extent. Her imagination never had the chance to think of a being such as Kargth, and this was because she never even knew such a thing was possible, but as she thought more and more about it, such a thing did seem possible; After all, magic was about bending the rules of nature. What other things could be accomplished through the use of magic?
Nine felt a bit worried about meeting Kargth now.
"Not human?" she echoed, a chill running down her spine. Her mind raced, what if he didn't like what she had to say? Kargth was probably looking for information, of which she didn't have much to offer. He was probably expecting her to tell him about her captors... but she didn't know much about them. She didn't even know where The Garden even was exactly from here, one second she grabbed that metal orb and the next she was in that strange forest.
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