To Reclaim a Kingdom.[Closed]

/ By Vreal [+Watch]

Replies: 323 / 87 days 12 hours 45 minutes 47 seconds

The world is in turmoil under the rule of an evil king. He has seized the Throne from the Kingdom of Azealean by means of magic. As he slew the king the hopes of the people have dissipated. The people fell in to dispair as they were forced to serve the new king. Few who have remained hopeful have started seeking to create a rebellion faction called The Torn Army. They have started gaining strength but the king has discovered about their plans and intends to squash them before they can truly rise up to his power. There are people out there that will fight to the death to ensure that they reclaim their kingdom. There is one person who they are desperate to find... The prince who was saved from the fight when he was eight. This was 12 years ago and while they search for the prince they must watch their backs for the King has hired assassins to track the Prince down first and kill him so that his reign goes uncontested.

The prince....has not been idle. He was trained in hand to hand combat and sword play. He has been in village skirmishes and gained a name for himself as a mercenary. He is aware that he is wanted dead by the wrongful king. He has been made aware recently that another faction seeks him to reclaim the throne but he is torn between vengeance for his father and protecting the few people he has left and the people of his new village where he has lived for 12 years. He doesn't want to bring the friends he has made into his encroaching destiny as the true King. He has confided this secret into only one of his friends the others are unaware of his lineage. The only one who know has been trying to convince him to seek out The Torn and finally confront the wrongful king. There is a way for him to go though as he must learn the ways of magic in order to stand a chance. Our story begins in the Village of Temlis a thriving town where people are generally kind and helpful and yet very sturdy. Behind their fortified walls as stranger has wandered into town. He seeks the Mercenary Guild his reasons are not yet known.

THIS WORLD IS OPEN WE CAN DO WHATEVER WE WANT BUT EVENTUALLY WE WILL HIT STORY MARKERS WHERE IT MUST PROGRESS AFTER THAT WE CAN CONTINUE ON OUR WAY AS WE PLEASE.

MAGIC RULES: Okay so magic for the most part is a very powerful and potent battle skill and thus it is recommended that it be used in dire situations. It has a multitude of uses from deflecting arrows to invading a mind. It can even have uses such as drying a person off or blocking rain. If invading minds is your forte then a battle will ensue between two casters if it is another caster you are invading. The biggest rule of MAGIC is simply this...you can't use more MAGIC than what your body can physically use in STAMINA. You will go unconscious and in some cases it can kill you. Like I said above you can use it for many things but the cost is sometimes not worth the outcome. Think about blocking rain and casting that particular spell just to stay dry. Easy right? It is a continuous spell and you are using a lot of power to block every single drop of rain when it makes contact it drains a small amount of power but that accumulates quickly. What seems like a safe spell could quickly cost your life. You can cut a spell off by severing the link from your body to mind if it feels to dangerous or gets cumbersome. You need to be careful. This is not to dissuade my heavy casters though. Those who are deep rooted can cast stronger spells with more ease because they were born with magic heavily rooted to their blood but it can still cost them though. MAGIC can be trained to be able to cast more. Work out your mind and body and you can cast more and even stronger spells.

MAGIC CONDUITS: Energy can be stored within conduits in order to draw out magic without putting a strain on the caster until it has been depleted. The conduits are as listed below and can be in weapon pommels, belts, rings, necklaces, etc...The amount of power that can go into a gem depends on the gem itself from the top to bottom is gem grade. The better grade the more magic can be stored. Be mindful that to store energy into a conduit you will lose equal to the amount of stamina you stored however much magic is stored for that day is what you will feel drop. This means if you put 50% of your daily casting power into it then you will feel very tired. It's best to store minute amounts daily and mass it over time. Pm me with questions if you have them. ^.^

BLOOD DIAMONDS:
DIAMONDS:
EMERALDS:
RUBIES:
SAPPHIRES:
AMYTHESTS:
GARNETS:
QUARTZ:

ENCHANTED ITEMS: Now where there is magic there is always enchantments. Not everyone is in tune with magic and have to rely on magical objects in order to even up the battlefield. The most common enchanted items are necklaces that protect the mind from invasion. But there are rings that allow someone with absolutely no magical affinity to cast a spell. It is held within the ring and with the word the ring will draw the power out of it's gem and cast it forward. They take in the energy of nature to recharge and it is very slow most rings give you a limit of ten casts per day after that they need hours to recharge and sometimes depending on how late you cast they won't be done until the middle of the next day so you have to watch out. The world is full of enchanted items so enjoy the hunt for them.

DEMON MAGIC: As a very potent form of magic it is easily one of the most dangerous types to cast very few casters are capable of using this magic as it opens up a temporary link to the demon realm. This gives a slight chance for a demon to slip into our world and if that occurs it can be costly as demons aren't easy to defeat. They aren't impossible to destroy but they are impossible to permanently kill. Any demon defeated in our realm will reform on their side with the memories they gained over here...this includes who defeated and how they were defeated. USE DEMON MAGIC WITH EXTREME CAUTION DEMONS WILL PURSUE YOU RELENTLESSLY...

PERMEATING MAGIC LOCATIONS: Mysterious areas within the world where magic is naturally stronger than other places. It is an amplifier for casters and makes a weak spell automatically one grade higher than normal at the cost of it's normal cast. A weak spell takes the strength of an Average spell at the cost of it's weak counterpart and so forth. Odd things often happen in these areas and even causes abnormalities in nature such as floating boulders and reverse flowing water some locations have water that flows over like an arch. These places are considered the focal points of creation where magic first occurred and they are very ancient. Religious sects use them as holy grounds but there are too many for them to use all of them so usually they only use bigger towns that have them nearby as their worship grounds. These locations are also extremely dangerous to use DEMON MAGIC as they amplify effects the temporal rift into the demon realm becomes larger making way for a very powerful demon to cross. You must use caution when casting in these locations. There are benefits as well as downsides to everything you do with magic. Those who use them for religious purposes use this foundation for their belief in balance.

CELESTIAL MAGIC: Holy magic is rare and only used to effectively combat DEMON MAGIC. Holy magic can banish demons and make their rate of revival last centuries. If these spells are used on a human there will be absolutely no negative effects other than the caster getting tired. Celestial magic is a form of restoration magic as it can heal a critically wounded person from the gate of death back to our realm. Very few cases exist where a person who is at the gate of death has returned but in every case advanced celestial magic was used and unfortunately when bringing a person who is already that far gone the cost is grievous. If someone has passed and there is still warmth in their body that magic can save them but whoever cast it...they will most certainly die. A life for a life. Make it count you will only have one shot at it if a person casts the revival spell and they weren't in time then two lives will be lost. Demons are the only ones who should feel the wrath of Celestial magic.

ENCHANTED CELESTIAL WEAPON: Only one weapon exists it takes the form of a rod that will shift into the form of the users preferred weapon. Only one of these can exist because it is the only weapon that has successfully permanently killed a demon in this realm and the next. A demon killed by this weapon ceases to exist entirely. It is a weapon that will not work on humans it only kills demons it wouldn't even maim a person if you were to strike anything other than a demon with it, it would simply phase through their body causing no damage. It has been lost to the ages....how it got here is a mystery to be solved...perhaps it may be found.

ENCHANTED DEMON WEAPON: The exact opposite of the Celestial weapon but like it there is only one. It takes the same form and changes depending on the user. This weapon has the power to annihilate a soul. It cannot be used on a demon or the undead. It simply would not work. If the wielder uses it on anything that lives and breathes it would cease to exist after a mortal wound was dealt. The soul would be absorbed into the weapon and devoured by it. There is no afterlife for the person who is killed by this weapon. It has been lost to the ages as the Celestial Weapon like it. There is only one place it could have come from...The demon realm legend has it that a very powerful demon lord created it and enchanted it with the life of a powerful celestial spirit. It was forged in demonic dragon fire out of star-steel.

There are many magical mysteries to be solved so if we complete the story mayhaps we should continue with the discovering of magic. This world has much to offer after all.

Rules:
1. General Es Rules.
2. No god-mode.
3. No cyber.
4. Romance is fine just don't wrap the whole story around it.
5. I want action, sarcastic attitudes, and even sad times.
6. Build your character over time not everyone is hardened from the start.
7. Cussing is okay I mean fuck why not right?
8. 700 minimum characters please I want stuff to respond to please.
9. Be courteous in the chat to our players no beef dude.
10. Just leave your Skelly in the chat.
11. The magical affinity part in the skelly will decide how adept you are at magic the way it's listed is strongest to weakest.


Skelly:

Username
Name:
Age: 17-22
Race: Human, Elf, Dwarf, Halfling, Dragonkin.
Personality:
Weapon Preference:
Magical affinity: Deep Rooted , Moderate Ascendant None.
Bio.


Accepted:

Username: Vreal
Name: Vreal Soruria.
Age: 20.
Race: Human.
Personality: Sarcastic and sometimes serious when the time demands. Is very easy to be around and somewhat magnetic to people.
Weapon preference: Longsword.
Magical Affinity: Moderate.
Bio: Vreal story is above I provided enough backstory above. Maybe I should have just put that here instead???

Username: Darien
Name: Yui Azii
Age: 22
Race: Human-Druid
Personality: sarcastic, crude, and cold. Those that know her know a different Yui, one that is still sarcastic, foul-mouthed, unbalanced, with a witty humor, and iron liver -girl can drink like a fish.
Weapon Preference: Halberd
Magical affinity: Moderate, but not all members of her family have power. Yui can only lay claim to one ancestor with real power. She's known as the Old Witch, Hag, some have even called her the All Seeing, but her great Grandmother Vega, is the only living family Yui has left.
Bio: Yui was born in a small farming village on the edge of the Azealean Kingdom. At 8 years old, a bandit raiding party killed her family, and Yui escaped by sheer will and luck. Always a smart child she made her way to her Great Grandmother, the old Witch Vega who raised her until she turned fourteen and decided to find a way to get her revenge. She found herself with a group of mercenaries who took her in, trained her, and gave her the revenge she always wanted. Now she's stuck in some small backwards town waiting to hear of any news about the Torn Army and if it's worth joining.


Username: NorthernWolves
Name: Insae
Age: 22
Personality: Insae is a quiet and calm individual. In a way, she comes off as a bit mysterious as she is a really acute listener while not really saying much about herself.
Weapon Preference: A sword with a long blade, and a bastard grip.
Magical affinity: None
Bio. A dragonkin is the results of one parent being a dragon, and the other a human. In Insae's case, her mother was dragon and her father was the human; she grew up with only her father. He wanted his daughter to grow up and be independent, so he taught her how to sword fight, think for herself, and keep to herself.
Even though she is not directly associated with the Torn Army, she is always doing one thing or another to aid them.

Username: WI_
Name: Alloen Blacksong
Age: Has been within Azealean for fifteen years.
Race: Elf
Personality: Manipulative, silver tongued, devious and blunt. The Elven appearance often plays to his advantage.
Weapon Preference: Elven Glaive, short sword
Magical affinity: Ascendant - predominantly tricks for survival.
Bio: A rare being in some respects, 'Snow' - as some villagers name him - has made his trade in taking on work in the towns and villages and building a rapport as a more than competent hired blade. From guard work to assassinations, he is a figure both feared and revered in equal measure - a man who has all but shrugged off his past Elven life and the history he once wore as a burden.

POSTING ORDER

Vreal
Darien
Northernwolves
WI

People Online

Realtime Roleplay/Chat (not stored forever)

  Currently: No Character - Profile Logout
WAK [Sound when new reply]

Realtime Responses



Roleplay Reply. Do not chat here. (700 character limit.)

Custom Pic URL: Text formatting is now all ESV3.

Roleplay Responses

Yui was shocked to feel his hand on her chin, chiding her to never kneel again. Slowly she rose to her feet as he guided her. She was touched by his humility, Gods knew she wasn’t capable of such humility. She stood apart from him, her arms now crossed over her chest and listening to his plans to seek out the magic of his bloodline and build his guard, but at mention of passing the Brotherhood off, Yui shook her head. She did not think it was a good idea.
[#87cefa “Do not let the Brotherhood fall into tainted hands, they are best with you. I do not put it past some of them to join legion with the False King for the right amount of gold. However, I do believe that many of them would come and fight for you, gold or no gold. Personally, I’d rather not risk it. At the end of the day, this is their home, and their fight too. They would kill for you.”] Vreal did not want that, no matter how honored he was that she did so willingly. Was it willingly? Or was it second nature at this point, to slit throats and ask questions later?

She shrugged off his shame, and turned towards mending her sliced arm. She’d see a medic later, for the time being she pinched the skin together, and adhered it with a tincture of tree sap and boiled down hooves. It was incredibly sticky, but managed to hold the severed skin together, including the fingers Yui used to apply it. Once it was cleaned up and closed, she grabbed bandages and wrapped it up nice and tight. As she mended herself, she listened to Vreal’s request.
[#87cefa “Regardless if you don’t want to ask, I can not give you my answer without your question,”] She minded him, but when she looked up his back was to her and he was brooding over her map.
[b “I need you to stand by me...”] and then some. At first she scowled at him, her nose turned in disgust as his simpering words of regaining his honor, and if the cards were too stacked against them for her to flee with as many refugees as possible. That if they should win, her future was one of her choosing. He wanted her help, but he didn’t want her to die for him.

First of all, she wasn’t buying the honor bullshit, Vreal had always been honorable. It was his most annoying quality, after all. It also amused her that he thought she would seriously flee combat with the opportunity to die in glorious combat. She wasn’t a humanitarian, and she didn’t like the idea of having to lead a bunch of defenseless civilians, but she supposed if she really had to... she would make sure contingency plans were put in place. There was no guarantee she would actually make it out of this alive, herself. If they did manage to win, Yui wasn’t about to swoon at the prospect of a life of her choosing, she was already living the life she wanted, a life full of adventure.

[#87cefa “I think you lack faith in my abilities...”] she smirked playfully, and continued, breezing over his “death wish”, and moving forward. [#87cefa “I think you should reevaluate the brotherhood. There has to be a better option.”] There was, and it was The Torn Army. As he spoke about his idea to send the Brotherhood to join the resistance and cause chaos, she grabbed her clothes and stepped behind a dressing screen to get dressed. His conversation then moved towards Acrius after she voiced her support to send the Brotherhood to the Torn. He wanted to honor the man, Yui agreed, he truly was like a father. By the time Vreal had finished speaking she was done dressing in her standard black leather gear. The moment she stepped out from behind the dressing wall, he voiced his request for her to stay at his side and this time because she wanted to, not because Acrius had asked her. Not because of her birthright, because she wanted to help her friend. She arched a brow at him, needing to see the sincerity of his face, because she was having trouble believing he really thought of her as such a close friend. It was genuine, and she sighed walking over to him, her socks muffling her feet on the wooden floor, until she stopped and put her hands on his shoulders and looked him dead in the eyes.
[#87cefa “Vreal, as your friend I have to tell you to shut up. Okay? I’m helping you, and not another word.”] That was it, end of story. King or not, she wasn’t afraid to still tell him to shut his mouth. She grinned, and patted his arm firmly before turning and stepping into her boots, and grabbing her gear to go.

She hadn’t realized she left her hair down until they were outside the inn and the wind whipped it about. Normally she would have thrown it right up into a tight severe ponytail, but she let it slide today, there was bound to be drama and recoil when they informed the rest of the Brotherhood about Acrius’ death, the new chain of command, and what their plans were. At least the weather was nice.
  Yui Azii / darien / 1d 21h 37m 2s
Vreal stepped back from the inn keeper and started to leave but was swiftly interrupted as Yui came out of the bath house and dropped gold on the table. She was pissed. Vreal looked down for a moment but didn't say a thing as she apologized to the inn keeper about a mess she made. He made a note of the blood and concluded there were corpses involved. This didn't bode well. It wasn't long into her swift apology that she yanked him away by the jerkin. [+blue [i Oh shit what did I do this time?]] Vreal thought to himself as she shut the door and secured it behind her.

[+red Temlis, it isn’t safe,] She blurted out, rolling up her sleeve and reaching for her med kit [+red I just had to kill two rouge mercenaries. They were looking for the lost heir of Azealean…] Yui said hurriedly. Vreal leaned on the wall and understood immediately that she was in full knowledge of his blood line now. It didn't really shock him that their master would make her privy to this information. It was something he should have expected actually. [+blue Your loyalty was never in question Yui.] Vreal stated while she undid her robe to show him the tattoos. He was shocked to discover her heritage however. It wasn't something that is shared lightly. Druids were famous kings guards and of the highest grade. He knew she was different in regards to her combat prowess but to be a druid. [+blue It changes nothing.] He said while she fastened her robe again. [+blue I knew it would come to this. That one day I would be routed and the fight would be on. I understand why Acrius gave you insight on who I am...I came here today to divulge this information to you myself. You are the only other person besides Acrius I knew I could trust wholly with this...burden.] He watched her step back and then kneel. It actually angered him a little. He took a knee right in front of her and raised her head with his hand. [+blue You do not kneel before me ever again. You will not kneel for anyone that is the only order I want you to follow to the end.] He stated with steel in his eyes. [+blue For one I am not deserving of it. I did not have the power to save my kingdom and to this day I still do not possess it. Not yet. I won't stand idle by while the false king imposes death upon our people. If Temlis is no longer safe then I am leaving. It is about time I start hunting for the Kings magic passed down to my blood line and those I appoint as Kings Guard. I suppose this merry band will have to be passed onto another mercenary whom I will anoint.] Vreal stood up and sighed deeply. [+blue Killing someone in my name isn't something I am proud of. I am honored that you would do that so willingly but shamed because you were made to do it.] He walked over to her table in the room and looked at the map of the Azelean realm. [+blue Yui I know how we have been rivals since a young age and at this point I would trust no one else to have my back without a doubt. I am going to ask something difficult of you that I don't wish to.] Vreal said while picking up a dagger off the table and flipping it.

He stood there motionless with his back to her now. Staring down at the dagger in silence. He moved only to cut his palm with it over the map. [+blue I need you to stand by me. Have my back for a little longer. Let me bleed for my land and regain my honor. That doesn't sound so difficult but that is the easy part. The difficult part is as so. If it seems I will fall in combat and there is no way for you to save me without it killing you in the process...I want you to walk away. Leave this land because it will not rise higher under the current ruling. Save as many people you can and escape. Don't return here ever again and if possible sail to a different land. If everything works out and we succeed in overthrowing this bad regime then...you are free to choose your own path.] Vreal said while balling up his cut hand into a fist and letting the blood droplets hit the capital. [+blue I will bleed for this land and I will bleed for those who have been lost and those who will be to come. I will do everything in my power to drive back this evil and when it is all said and done I will purge this land of darkness that looms over it. I want you to help me but don't kill yourself doing it.] Vreal said while turning to face her again.

He felt guilty for many things but her words inspired him. Her loyalty inspired him and her level of devotion solidified her presence as his only true friend. He would bleed for her in a heartbeat and he knew she would do the same. What he asked was a hard thing to accept and he knew even then she might decline it and do as she pleased in that regard. He also knew that if she decided not to she would follow his wish and protect as many as she could. He didn't want it to be like this and would fight like hell to ensure things would work out for the best. [+blue The torn is fighting a losing battle right now. I could recommend our men go join them because when all is said and done they have the best chance of causing chaos among the kings men right now. We add the mercenaries into their mix with their combat prowess we can extend their odds albeit not by much but enough to make a difference.] He sat down in a chair and rested his head on the back. [+blue Acrius has given us much growing up and learning from him the skills to really fight back..mentoring us in the way of this world, and acting toward us like a father. He was our guiding post and the mortar that held us all together. Without him we never would have met and without him it's possible we could have met later down the road in combat even against each other. His presence changed the fate of this world. I want to honor that and give him something no one else will get the opportunity to. I want his death to be the turning point for this land if we win...he will get a tomb a king would be jealous of.] Vreal said with a grin. [+blue As King I ask of you this. Stand by me. Not of your own blood given right but of your own volition as my friend.] Vreal said while making it her choice whether or not she truly wanted to do this.
  Vreal Soruria / Vreal / 3d 20h 34m 53s
Yui did not sleep well, what little sleep she got was plagued with visions of gruesome battle, and death. All of it far too hazy to make out clearly, but left plenty of an emotional impression. She felt defeated, frightened, and nervous. Never a good sign. It did not help either that just before her startling jolt awake she heard her grandmother’s voice in her head repeating the same words she had said the day Yui left.

[i -You’ll be back…-]

There was a bathhouse behind the Inn, and Yui intended to use it before the day got moving. The bath would help her feel refreshed and more awake, it would also help her to forget about her dreams and her grandmother’s words, not to mention Acrius’ coded death confession. She went in the early morning and submerged herself under the hot milky water that was perfumed with oils, soaps, and herbs to help relax her sore muscles. Her head floating above the surface while her mind finally quieted all the noise and voices in her head.

Her tranquil moment was harshly interrupted by the sound of pleading outside the door, when it finally burst open. Yui’s tranquility was harshly abandoned and her eyes snapped open to stare in a deadpan expression at two road roughened men. By the way they carried themselves she pegged them as mercenaries, but they were certainly not with the Brotherhood.
“No sir, you mustn’t! She will be most irate-“ The inn Keeper’s daughter tried begging the men who pushed her aside. Yui looked between the two, covered in mud and sweat, their hair greasy and unkempt, one was large and portly, bald with a beard. The other was tall, rail thin, and looked more like a rat than a man.
“Are you the one they call Azii?” The haggard ratty one asked as he and his partner came around to speak with Yui. She eyed them dangerously, which seemed to be enough of a confirmation for them. “We have a proposition for you.”
“Miss, I tried to-“ Yui held up a hand silencing the inn keeper’s daughter.
[#87CEFA “I don’t want to hear apologies from you, it’s not your fault these two lack manners. Why don’t you be a dear and step outside so us big dogs talk?”] The meek little thing hurried out of the room, and Yui turned back to the two mercenaries that had arrived.

[#87CEFA “You have my attention.”] She warned her voice cold and warning -not to waste her time. The portly man tossed a heavy bag of gold to Yui who reached up and caught it, water sloshing about. She arched a brow at the gold inside. [#87CEFA “I’ll accept this is a non refundable deposit to hear your bullshit, and excuse you for being rather invasive,”] she chided, arms up on the edge of the tub and watching them closely. They believed her to be unarmed, how dumb they were.
“We want to hire you to join us in capturing a bounty. You have a particular skill set we think could be quite valuable. We want you to help us find the lost heir. The king is willing to pay a tidy sum to the person who brings him in. Dead or alive.” Yui looked between them, her face stony and unflinching. They were hunting for Vreal, and began to willingly divulge what little information they had in the hopes of enticing her.

Yui laughed it off, scoffing at them with believable disbelief. [#87CEFA “The Last Soruria? You two must be incredibly stupid, or you’re not telling me everything. I think you’re hunting for a ghost. No one knows where he was sent off during the attack, you don’t even know what he looks like. For all you know, that little brat died a long time ago. Now, you are wasting my time, my precious hot water, and you are trying my patience.”] she growled at them, but they were unperturbed. The big brute of a man and scared to a disfigured state spoke next, his voice deep, dark, and dangerous.
“The King believes he’s still alive. We received intelligence that he’s actually here in Temlis. We believe if we can track him down, you can bag him with your renowned charms. The reward is higher if he’s returned alive. We’re willing to give you a third of the share.” Yui frowned. Did they know about Vreal?
[#87CEFA “Mmm, help you… help the false king… What makes you think any amount of gold would entice me to help the man who wants my kind destroyed?”] She stood up, her naked body coming into view, and the two men tensed at the sight of it. It wasn’t so much her figure, the taunt muscles or the bruises and scars. It was the tattoos that decorated her chest, and sides of her torso, signifying her clan, that she was a true Druid, and what her gifts were, who she worshipped and more.
“Druid…” the rat one breathed in surprise and awe.
[#87CEFA “I think I’ve heard enough, unfortunately you both know too much-“]

The two bounty hunters didn’t have a chance to act or try to run. Yui moved with quick and fluid motions, removing a pin from her hair that showed itself to be a small needle-like dagger. She felled the big one with a well aimed strike to the jugular in his neck. He choked and gagged as he rapidly lost blood. Falling back with a clatter and knocking several things over. The other only managed to run a few steps to the door of the bath house before Yui jumped over and tackled him to the ground. He quickly pulled a dagger on her, which caught Yui’s forearm, before she caught his wrist, and knocked it free. A powerful punch followed her disarming, slamming his head back down into the floor. He was stronger than he looked though and managed to pick Yui up and toss her. She fell against the tub, when an idea struck her. She pulled on the edge of the tub until it tipped and flooded the floor with bathwater.
[#87CEFA “Eclic”] she hissed right before her hand began to spark with lightning and she put her hand in the water. The electric current shot up through her assailant’s leather and steel plated boots. He shook and bobbled until smoke curled from his ears and Yui released her magic. The second man fell to the floor with a heavy thump. Yui sighed, sitting back and catching her breath as her stamina had to regenerate. Looking at the dead bodies, she knew there was no turning back, or waiting for Vreal to tell her. She would have to confront him herself.

Inside the inn, the Owner listened to Vreal’s request and nodded with a grin. “I sure will, Sir. Though, she’s already awake. Was up bright and early this morning and is in the bathhouse. When she returns. I’ll be more than happy to forward your mes-“

They were both cut off by the back door of the Inn opening and Yui walking in, damp and clean from her bath, draped in her bathrobe, but a murderous glint in her eyes. Her hair was back up with the same pin she had used to kill the brute with, but there was less ease in hiding the blood that stained the sleeve of her robe, the fresh blood still trickling down from it, or the shadow of a bruise that was forming along her cheekbone. Her murderous glint was directed at Vreal as she stormed towards him and the innkeeper. She shocked the innkeeper by dropping the mercenaries’ bag of gold on the man’s counter, and spared nary a glance his way. [#87CEFA “For the mess I made in the bathhouse.”] The Innkeeper looked at the bag of gold to Yui speechless, and horrified by what he might find in there. Yui looked about the rest of the Inn making sure her two kills didn’t have friends waiting for them to return. When she saw they didn’t , she grabbed Vreal by the front of his jerkin and dragged him from the counter, up the stairs, and into her room. She didn’t say a word, regardless if Vreal demanded an answer. She simply checked the hallways and locked the door before turning on him.
[#87CEFA “Temlis, it isn’t safe,”] She blurted out, rolling up her sleeve and reaching for her own med kit. The cut would need to be stitched. [#87CEFA “I just had to kill two rouge mercenaries. They were looking for the lost heir of Azealean…”] she gave him a look. She knew, and without having to say it, now Vreal knew she was aware of the truth. When asked, she answered. [#87CEFA “Acrius told me… that’s why I left in a hurry last night, his letter to me was written in code… I had to decipher it, even in death he made sure your identity was protected…”] She sighed, knowing it had to be a real shock to Vreal to know that Yui knew his deepest secret. She supposed it was only fair to tell him hers. Her temper stemmed, she frowned at Vreal. She felt sorry, and a little guilty that she knew his secret. She had thought to let him come to her, but the situation simply wouldn’t allow it. [#87CEFA “You can trust me Vreal. I know it might be hard for you to believe, but I’ve never once double crossed or stabbed you in the back. I might have robbed a bounty out from under you, but… that’s… different. Vreal, you can trust me because you’re not the only one hiding who or what you are. I’m no different than you,”] She then opened up her robe, just enough to show her druid tattoos, but not expose herself. Once Show and tell was over she promptly covered herself back up. She looked nervous albeit determined and stepped back from him to give him some room, because he was probably going to be shocked by her next move. [#87CEFA “Acrius asked me to protect you, I could say no… but this is my birthright as much as it is yours. I am a Druid of Kingsclan, my blade and my magicks are at your service…. My King.”] Then she went down to a knee before him and bowed her head. She’d already spilled blood to protect him, and she had no doubt she’d have to spill more in the months to come.
  Yui Azii / darien / 7d 7h 46m 28s
==The Capital=

The clouds gathered dark over the kingdoms capital. Magical storms were lighting up the sky with fierce lightning. People generally did not venture out from their homes here unless they absolutely had to. Things had indeed changed and all for the worse. Taxes increased as did the hungry and poor. People driven out of their lively-hoods to adopt a life of poverty. Even nobles were feeling the effects of the current economy. The large castle stood no longer as a peaceful sight. Now...it was dark and daunting. An aura was now around it that was simply frightening. A cloaked man opened the doors and the guards allowed his passage. The looks in their eyes were not of those with free will. They were glossed over and without emotion. The man strode up to the throne nonchalantly.

[b My lord it is as you have predicted...he lives. The heir to the throne has been sighted or at least the one who thinks it was him has given us a location to scout out. I feel it prudent to act now before it is too late. I would send in your finest assassins you need only say the word.] The man said while kneeling. The king stood his eyes steely gray and his royal attire mostly black with a deep green jeweled necklace that seemed to swirl inside. He was a taller man standing at roughly 6'4. He had a distinguishable scar across his nose and a serrated blade attached to his hip. Next to the throne sat a pike with a skull on it. The crown rested on the skull. He walked down to the man calmly. [i Has the informant been compensated for his information?] The king asked in a deep icy tone. [b Indeed my lord he was made a worthy sacrifice for his...endeavors.] The cloaked man responded with a smirk. [i I advise you to get those three out in the field in order to track and kill the prince. A failure, as you are aware, will cost both your life and theirs. I highly recommend you make sure they do not fail. Send that sorcerers detachment with them. Five to be exact no less..] The king said while placing his hands on the cloaked mans shoulder. A chill ran through his body he knew this was a mission he could not afford to fail. The man nodded and stood to his full height and backed out of the throne room. [b Guards make the preparations for a mage detachment and...the brothers they will need horses and a wagon, food and water, pile three bags of gold with that and send them towards Temlis...] The man ordered the mindless guards. They nodded and made haste to get the preparations done.

The cloaked man smiled and turned to face the castle. He stared at the structure and chuckled. [b You are not as powerful as you seem to believe. Someone someday will show you this and then it shall be you who kneels...to the sword.] The man said as lightning struck the ground behind him. In that flash he disappeared without a trace.

==Vreal=

Vreal stood up from the table and made his way around it. He walked outside to get some fresh air. The sky had cleared up significantly in the past few hours. He felt the wind brush against him. This was a feeling he had come to like. It was nice out and he needed the time to think. He walked around the town slowly. There had been too much happening lately and the feeling in his gut told him that this would not slow down. There was an army close by and who knew how they would treat this town as they passed. He looked at the letter in his hand and torched it with a small magical ember. These words would be engraved in his head. He had made Yui his second in command but he hadn't really thought about whether or not she wanted that responsibility. He decided to get her opinion on it in the morning and if she truly wanted to she could decline it and he would pick another.

Vreal sat down on a bench and stared up at the sky. He was definitely woozy from all the alcohol. [+blue Thas...great.....the man I..I looked up ta is gone...my me..mentor the one i trused with...with my uh...was it called....identintly...no thas not right..well now what..] He said drunkenly while looking at a cat that just stared back while licking its paw. [+blue I'm a talggin to a fugkin cat.....] He said while closing his eyes and sighing. He stood up with a slight stumble and made his way back to the tavern. He was gonna need to sleep this off if he was to do anything in the morning. As he walked to the inn people that were also drunk tried to talk to him but they couldn't get out what they wanted to say. It sounded like sorry about the news but he wasn't entirely sure. He went to his room at the inn and fell asleep on the bed.

The sun shined through his window at dawn and that irritated him enough that it woke him. [+blue Who the hell let me drink so much...] he said squinting and making a gesture at the sun. He dressed himself and walked out to the dining room here at the inn. He sat at a table and ordered a light breakfast of bread, cheese, and an egg over easy. He held a hand on his forehead as it was killing him. When the food arrived he wolfed it down and drank two cups of water. It seemed to help but he knew a better way to be rid of a headache or rather..a hangover. He held his hand up to his head and cast a minor cure spell that eliminated the headache entirely at the cost of some stamina. Feeling refreshed he stood up and stretched. He ordered a few mercenaries to start combing the woods for a ritual site and had them fan out in order to increase the range of the search. When they left he made his way to the counter. [+blue When Yui comes out of her room or shows up have her come see me please.] He said while paying for his food and for the request.
  Vreal / 21d 3h 54m 42s
All the talk about the attack and what was behind it, put a bad taste in the air. It was one Vreal quickly tried to change by insisting the Bard play them a song to toast their victory as he gave an impassioned speech to honor those who had come together on this night. Yui watched him with a bored, if not melancholy expression. He was far more personable than she was, and the people of Temlis had come to adore him in the past few months of their being here.

She only half listened as Vreal went on about how to handle the necrotic threat. Yui began to think of a plan for investigating the forest when she was caught off guard by his next comment. He told her she was right about the rightful king. She nearly choked on her mead and stared at him shocked. Her face twisted in a comical way, and only wiped back to its persistent scowl at the words of the elven archer who had been a great help earlier. She watched the elf suspiciously as he left, but was distracted by one of her brethren, approaching and looking as if he’d rode nonstop through the earlier storm. Yui wasn’t about to pay much of a mind to anything. She was tired, covered in grime from the rain and battle that she wanted a bath, her mouth was still sour from vomiting earlier that the mead wasn’t as enjoyable. She honestly just wanted to lay down and close her eyes, but that wasn’t about to happen either, as their brethren came to a stop at their table and held out folded and sealed bits of parchment to her and Vreal. Yui frowned taking it and looking it over, by the wax seal she knew it belonged to her mentor, Acrius.

[i “Acrius is dead,”]

Dead?! Yui felt as if ice cold water had been flushed through her veins, her mouth felt dry, and grief welled inside her. She didn’t hear anything else, didn’t recognize that Vreal shook hands with their brother, or that he’d accepted it. Yui had yet to open her letter, almost too afraid to do so. Opening it and reading its words would only make Acrius’ death that much more real.
[#0000FF “Looks like you are second in command now.”] Yui heard the words and for a second time that evening was shocked by Vreal. Her brow furrowed, and with shaking hands broke the wax that sealed the letter and opened it to read. What she saw was not what she expected. It was pure gibberish. None of it made sense, but as Yui looked over the contents she realized one half of it was written in code. She quickly folded it back up and crumpled it into her hand, and in a move that was wholly uncharacteristic of her, she stood up abruptly and stormed out of the tavern. She nary the time to side step the small fairy approaching their table, and giving a halfhearted apology to her in passing.

One of the other mercenaries called after her, but Yui ignored them and out to the dark and muddy street. Thankfully none had followed her, and she was glad to be alone. Acrius was dead, and the revelation, mixed with her exhaustion and drunkenness led her eyes to water -much to her frustration. She ignored the pain of loss and instead made a sharp turn sprinting to the Inn where she had kept a room for the past few months.


It was there she retired as usual, the crumpled letter sitting on a small vanity. One lonely lantern illuminated the space. It empty of anything personal save for a single locked trunk at the foot of the bed, a chair, wash stand, and a wardrobe, which Yui did have clothes stored, among other things. She deliberately took her time to ready for bed. Cleaning herself up, stripping out of her armor and dirty clothes into a long night shift made of white silk, and a sky blue robe to keep her warm. She was halfway through brushing her hair out, eyes glued on the crumpled letter when she knew she couldn’t wait any longer to decode the letter.

Acrius would not write in Code unless he absolutely had to. It was something he had taught her when he learned she could read and write. Thankfully she had his codex hidden and stored under a false bottom in her trunk. She had it in no time, and with a small crude quill and a spare piece of parchment Yui set to work using one of his deciphers in the small black book, and began to decode his letter.

It took her only a moment to figure out which of Acrius’ many ciphers he’d used. A surprising sentimental, it was the one he’d first taught her. She spent the remainder of her night rewriting the letter, that by the early hours prior to dawn she finally had it. She sat back and looked over her shaky handwriting to read what had been sent to her.

[i My Dear Yui, 
If you are reading this letter, it means I’ve trained you well, and that I am dead. First I will tell you that you were one of the great joys in my life. You are the daughter I never had, one of my greatest pupils, and a loyal soldier. Now, I have an important mission for you, one I am confident I can entrust to you. I have kept your secret, and I have kept one for Vreal. By fate or coincidence you are tethered to the other. I need you to take care of him, protect him. I know he ires you as no other, and that since the day I brought you into our camp you two have been in a never ending rivalry. I have made him leader of The Brotherhood, but it is you who I trust to keep him alive.

I know you want to know why.

Vreal is the lost heir of the Azealean Throne, and the rightful king. 

I know you have the mind, and the ability to help him reclaim it. He needs your steady counsel, even when he does not wish to hear it. You must speak it. Be patient with him, and keep your eyes open. He has enemies everywhere, and they are hunting him. He can not hide forever. The fate of Azealean and Vreal now rests with you. 

I know the real you, Yui. I know that under your bold and frigid exterior is a woman filled with compassion and justice. Find it in yourself to help him, to be what you were born to be. Be more than his sister in arms, be his friend. You are a Druid, and the Druids have long served kings in the past. I know you are but one in a few remaining of your kind, but you must pick up your own birthright. I believe if you help him, you will help yourself in finding what it is I know you seek.]


Vreal was the lost prince. Acrius wanted her to protect him and lead him to his birthright. How the hell was she going to do that? In the midst of reading the uncoded letter, Yui had moved to sit in the open sill of her window and looked out as the sky began to turn from a dark purple to the subtle peaches and lavender of dawn. She sighed heavily as she took in the coming dawn. She should have gone to bed, try to sneak in a few hours of sleep, but Acrius’ letter had her mind buzzing faster than a hummingbird’s wings. Her own words in the tavern were now haunting her. Acrius was the only reason she had remained with The Brotherhood, now he was gone and Vreal had made her his second. It had been shocking, and she knew she’d have to confront him eventually. With Acrius gone, would Vreal tell her the truth? She decided she would not mourn Acrius, instead she would do as asked of her and honor him by keeping Vreal’s head on his shoulders. Acrius wasn’t just asking that she keep Vreal alive, he was asking her to save Azealean by showing Vreal he needed to reclaim the kingdom. Yui wasn’t certain how she was going to do that, but she’d try.

The sun was just about to start its rise over the horizon, and Yui moved from the window to burn her deciphered letter in the flame of her oil lantern. There could be no written account of Acrius’ words. She knew what it said and that was all that mattered, even if it did pain her to burn the letters. Then she drew the curtains of her room and finally laid down to sleep. Knowing within a few hours, someone would no doubt be knocking on her door to get her ass out of bed.
  Yui Azii / darien / 22d 7h 39m 3s
Lapis tilted her head in acknowledgement and thanks for the drink, though she doubted she could drink it all. She sits quietly, still listening in on those around her.

[b "There is a necromancer at work for sure…"]

Lapis turns her gaze to consider the one who spoke before returning to her meal. The talk of false and rightful kings was slightly interesting, though joining some group calling themselves [i The Torn] sounded downright boring.

[b “Tsk. The Rightful King.. As far as us common folk are concerned, there is no rightful king… Hmm, but there must be someone better than the ruler we have now…”] The elven archer from before draws her attention with his statement as she finishes her meal.

[#7c0c77[i This may not be my business, but what the hell...]] She jumps down wither her drink and moves closer to the two silver-haired mercenaries as the archer leaves. She waits patiently for the mercenary messenger to leave before leaping up onto the table between the two.

[#7c0c77 "I could lead you to the Necro responsible for this, if you'd like."] She takes a sip of her drink and sits down cross-legged in front of them, eying them both. [#7c0c77 "Of course, I'm not joining anything. I'll stick around if it's exciting enough, but-"] she shrugs, [#7c0c77 "- that all depends on where the cosmic dice fall, right?"] She grins and cradles the overtly large drink in her lap, finally feeling her reserves building back up. [#7c0c77[i I'm glad I didn't need to do to much more today, most of my mana was used up on some bandits earlier so I was running on almost empty. With Nai-nai I should've been able to take out about three times as many as I did.]]

Lapis frowns into her drink for a moment before glancing back up with a smirk in place, [#7c0c77 "I never did like people who gave magick a bad rep, so let's say one good adventure in exchange for my help. Sound good to you Boss Merc-guy?"]
  Lapis Waterbriar / NikolasRevellian / 50d 16h 21m 30s
Sitting off to one side where he had been in the day, Clark watched as others filed in and settled themselves. Some had towels to dry off with and others just sat closer to the fire. Many had laid down their arms and armor, comfortable in the company of the village while they discussed what had just happened.

"[b Aye! S'pose something like that's happenin' other places, same as here? I 'eard' some rumors, didn't think they were worth much, but here we all are.]" Someone grunted and he glanced over, seeing a fair skinned dwarf snagging a towel from someone who began to protest but gave it up halfway through. Across the way, he head someone else chime in to his own table and he looked over to see the mercenary he’d almost ran into outside of the tavern. “[+blue There is a necromancer at work for sure…]” He was saying and Clark heard the same conclusion being muttered around from table to table. Necromancy? Magic with the undead. It made him shiver and feel partially glad that he himself had no magical talent whatsoever. Eventually another mercenary stood, holding a stern expression with eyes that could probably kill if looked at the wrong way, and she spoke up loud over the rest of the tavern chatter. “[+87CEFA We can debate all we want, but the fact will remain this never would have happened under our rightful king. The False King is to blame for the rise in attacks from creature and men alike…]”

Ah yes, The Rightful King. So far nothing much had changed in the outer parts of the kingdom since the so called False King began his reign, but now that was starting to change and most of these kinds of attacks were being blamed on the lack of his right to rule. He glanced over again at her claim for them to go join the Torn and that’s when he looked away with a small chuckle and a shake of his head. No sir was he a soldier. Clark was too proud to follow orders for a cause he didn’t quite believe in. The Torn to him were a bunch of extremes that wouldn’t know what to do with the throne even if they were handed it. They had no leader to take the throne and no one with the Divine Right was alive anymore, not since the royal family was slaughtered by the false king. Yes, many of these beliefs were feed from rumors but in these lands where clear events getting around without being twisted was hard enough to do reliably, nearly half of the rumors could be taken as fact. Clark thought over again what had happened and sighed to himself, leaning back in his chair with a small scoff.

“[+orange Tsk. The Rightful King.. As far as us common folk are concerned, there is no rightful king… Hmm, but there must be someone better than the ruler we have now…]” Speaking aloud, but mostly to himself, he met the few glances he got from that statement and the talking slowly died down. He could hear that the rain outside had stopped and deciding it was time to return back to his room at the inn, Clark stood and stepped past a mercenary coming in at the door. He seemed to be in a hurry but that wasn’t much of something to be nosy about. Stepping out into the cool air of night, he sighed to himself and slung his quiver back around, thumbing his fingers along the drying arrows and noting that some of the fletching was stained from the blood.

[i Great.] He thought to himself, pulling it back over his shoulder and walking towards the inn. [i Not only is my work in trade barely getting me a living but now there’s talk of that revolution again. It’s only a matter of time before word is brought back that this territory might be hosting the rising Torn Army and another war breaks out. That’s just no something that can be afford right now.] He stopped in front of the inn and turned back gazing towards the village gate. The thought crossed his mind that it might be better to just gather up his things and leave to see how far he’d get by morning before stopping to rest, but that subconscious thought didn’t interrupt what he was turning over in his mind.

[i Though… Change is needed, there’s no denying that…. But another full blown war would tear this kingdom apart. Something smaller should happen instead before war is declared…. Sigh, I just hope recruitment doesn’t try to rope me in from either side.] He let his train of thoughts trail off there as he reached his room in the inn and set his things back down, lying on the bed and sighing again. Now tiredness seemed to reach him and this time he had no trouble falling asleep.
  Clark Sandwo' / BBJ / 57d 23h 5m 9s
[+red “I killed one of the daughters and immobilized the other, plus I’ve got thirteen undead under my belt… fourteen. Fifteen… do try to keep up!” ] Yui proclaimed while going on a bloodthirsty rampage through the undead. Vreal smirked and responded in kind by blocking an attack by one of the undead from hitting her flank. He sidestepped and with a diagonal slash cut through the dead man with a sickening squish. He knew this needed wrapped up quickly. A hail of arrows ripped through the air and made their mark. He glanced over in the direction of the elf who had fired them the man definitely knew what the hell he was doing. Vreal took glances when he found the time to see how everyone was faring he wanted to be able to respond in an emergency.

Vreal engaged one of the undead head on it swung a rusty old sword at him and he parried it with ease. Sparks erupted from the clash but dissipated before reaching the ground. Vreal front kicked the undead and stabbed it in the head when it hit the ground. He caught a glimpse of a dwarf woman in combat. He knew dwarves to be extremely combat proficient. He also witnessed her retch as soon as she cleaved through it. He made his way over to her as she knelt on the ground scrubbing away the decay with moss. He wouldn't have had it not been for an advancing unit of undead. He shoulder checked the first undead into his fellow dead. Vreal took up the offensive in her defense so she could finish getting her wits about her. He slashed the arm off one of the undead, turned and clocked the second in the jaw with his armored fist knocking it's head to the side and dislocating it. As he turned to block the other dead an arrow buried itself into its head. Vreal looked at the dwarf and smiled lightly. [+blue I remember my first time to. It get's easier.] That was all he said to her before launching himself at another unit.

The battle itself was waning down there were remnant forces left and they were easy clearing. Vreal thought he saw a demon in there somewhere but he couldn't confirm it as it was fleeting and not likely. He also thought he saw more wisps but as soon as they came they seemingly vanished. He shrugged and helped finish off what remained. Everyone was tired, covered in gore, and more importantly thirsty. The guards and mercenaries made their way to the village now. Vreal waited to head in. He surveyed the battlefield and checked the dead to ensure they were truly dead. This was one of the enemies he hated fighting the most. Not because they were tough or anything but rather because they didn't owe this world anything anymore and shouldn't be raised for someones bidding any longer. They had already paid their dues let the dead rest. He walked slowly up to a strange woman who was laying in the field. She was bleeding profusely almost to the point where it could be fatal.

He knelt down and checked the wound for depth. [+blue Ignis Haeil Reparis.] He said while a large drop in his stamina overtook him. The wound started to close and repaired itself. He staggered and caught himself from falling over. He reached over to the woman and draped her arm around his neck then picked her up slowly. He carried her into town and left her in the care of the town healer. The rain no longer came down from the heavens but the sky was still cloudy. Vreal walked into the tavern where Yui had waited for him and sat with her at a table. She claimed her kills as thirty-eight. Vreal chuckled at her claim. [+blue I killed thirty-eight and a half.] He explained that one of the undead had been crawling around half it's body was missing but it's head was still attached to the shoulders...at least until he severed it. So...thirty-eight and a half. He laughed when she started to pout and mutter about the stupid number he gave her.

Vreal ordered a tankard of ale for everyone at his table and when it arrived he drank deeply to quench his thirst. Yui had a point when they started talking about the attack itself and how it seemed suspicious how this could happen with the Torn army so close. She was right when she stated this wouldn't happen under the rightful kings rule. Vreal didn't say anything about that, only nodded. They all let these dark tiding cloud their minds. Vreal stood up and asked the bard to sing them some victory songs to lighten the mood. The bard started with his lute and sung for them. People started to get merrier during the next fifteen minutes as the bard made some jokes while he was at it as well. Vreal smiled and spoke out about the attack. He addressed the tavern goers. [+blue This battle was well fought and it was indeed dangerous for some who had never encountered this kind of enemy but I am personally honored to have fought alongside you all. I can see true bravery permeates this village of fierce fighters. I watched some of you fight tonight and you were just as vicious as any trained warrior. It was glorious....you protected your town and families and there is glory and honor in that alone..but tomorrow morning we bury those dead and let this day become a distant memory. Tonight however...we drink and toast our bravery.] He said while raising his tankard and drinking from it as other patrons did with him.

He sat down as soon as he finished the toast. The owner approached them and refilled their drinks. [+red This ere is on me.] The Keep said before walking away. Vreal took another grateful drink from the tankard. Vreal glanced around the room then turned to his table and leaned in. [+blue There is a necromancer at work for sure. Maybe multiple and we are lucky they weren't crazy enough to tap into demon magic. We need to set up a hunt we know the general direction of where the magic came from. Undead work very linear kind of a point one way and march deal. Gather up a small unit and send them out in search for the location and we deal with them in haste this could happen every night until they are dealt with. The Torn...frankly they should have intercepted that had it come near them but since they did not I am led to believe the enemy cast very close to us and far enough from the torn to be detected. They have a good location we need someone who knows these woods well and can lead us around key advantage points. We handle this and then..we can decide what to do from there.] Vreal said while sitting back. He looked at Yui and Shrugged. [+blue [i Under my fathers rule this wouldn't have happened...you are right about that. Maybe it is time to usurp this false king and reclaim my throne..]] Vreal thought to himself. [+blue You are right Yui under the true king this wouldn't have happened.] He said calmly.

Things had started to calm down in the tavern when another mercenary from their faction entered the tavern and walked a dead line strait to their table. [+red Acrius is dead.] It shocked Vreal to hear that. [+blue Acrius? How?!] He demanded. [+red The healer said natural causes he left a letter for Yui and one for you as his closest students it seems he has one more task for the both of you.] The mercenary said while handing them both a sealed letter. Vreal took it and read it immediately. The leader of their faction left leadership of the Mercenaries here to him. He was to select a second in command which he already knew was a no brainer choice. He stood up and grasped the mercenaries forearm and shook with him. Thank you for passing this on I will need to talk to you in the morning. [+red Sir.] The man said while letting go and leaving the tavern. Vreal sat back down and seemed to go pale. [+blue [i I guess I am the Leader now. Great.]] He thought while looking at Yui. [+blue Looks like you are second in command now.] He said while thinking about how he came to be a mercenary now. Acrius was gone. The man who taught him everything he knew about magic and swordplay the man who was like a father to Vreal after his true father was slain. Vreal internalized it for now and drowned it away with more alcohol.
  Vreal Soruria / Vreal / 63d 4h 18m 40s
Vreal had seen something, of that Yui was certain, because she’d seed it too. A Wisp-mother. Yui sobered up right then and there while Vreal shouted orders to shore up defenses. Yui was two steps ahead of him as she knew wisp-mothers never traveled alone. He jumped down from the wall to the outside of the gate, and Yui took the ladder. She slid down quickly, her cloak and ponytail billowing out behind her until her feet slammed to the packed dirt ground. From her hip she lifted a horn and blew into it, calling other mercenaries to fight at her side. No sooner did the Watch Tower bells begin to chime the warning of attack.

Yui was the first to walk out the gate. She unclipped the broach at her neck and tossed her cloak to a cart full of hay and started out into the field. This was her playground. This was her church. From her side she removed a wicked looking blade. It looked like an axe head with a lethal looking spear at the top, but it was far more intricate with magical runes etched into the blade and the base banded in sapphires. She smirked seeing the undead seep out from the surrounding tree line and head towards the village. Yui tossed her blade up and with a flash of light the staff of it extended to reveal it was an enchanted Halberd. The beautiful thing about her Halberd wasn’t only it’s ability to change length making it the perfect weapon for close quarters, or for keeping distance. It was the simple fact that it worked only in her hands, in any others it was a simple halberd and nothing more. It was one of the few good things she’d ever gotten from her grandmother.

With a quick glance Yui could see Vreal fighting the wisp-mother, but two daughters had come to join the party. Their long sickly claws reached out the moment Yui got too close to them, and their hoard of undead, but Yui was ready. She stood her ground and when the one wisp came charging at her, Yui dodged and attacked. Her halberd swung up and back gouging the one wisp through its chest. It shrieked in pain, but Yui only moaned in mild irritation.
[#87CEFA “Fucker… you’re lucky that I’ve been drinking,”] she growled and anticipated the wisp to come back and charge her. It flew right for her own chest, its claws out stretched and its skirt flaring out around it. Yui braced herself, and caught the wisp as it crashed into her halberd and wrapped its hands around the staff as if trying to rip it away from Yui.

The last thing Yui wanted to use was her magic, it was too much like her great grandmothers… powerful, unstable, and dangerous. Though with a glance over her shoulder she could see the second wisp-daughter coming her way, and knew she had no choice. One clawing at her front the other coming behind. With a curse under her breath she focused her mana.
[i [#87CEFA “Eclic”]] She hissed and her eyes flashed a demonic blue. Her halberd charged with an electric spark like lightning, and it arched off her halberd, her hands, and caught the first wisp in its hold. The wisp howled, and let go, seriously weakened by Yui’s attack, that she was able to pierce the tip of her halberd into the wisp causing it to burst in a shimmering explosion of soft white powder. Then she spun on her foot and shot a bolt of lightning at the second. It struck it’s target and while she didn’t kill it, it did drop to the grass, allowing another to finish it off. She shook her head, feeling a fog settle in from the diminished reserves of her mana, and her stomach turned from the liquor she drank earlier.

Vreal was still grappling against the wisp-mother, and while she might have gone to help him, at the moment he wasn’t the one who needed it. The guards were. She cut her way into the thick of the fray, taking head after head. It wasn’t her first undead hoard, and with the way things had been under the False King… it probably wouldn’t be the last.
[#87CEFA “Take the heads, you fools!”] Yui shouted as she saved a young guard from being dismembered. Now in close combat, her halberd’s staff shortened to act more like a sword.

The blade cut through the undead like a warm knife through butter.

Her halberd crashed against the rusted sword of an undead, catching the blade in the crook of her steel and disarmed the undead with an elegant sweep of her weapon. Then she grinned as her staff extended, shooting the spear end of her halberd through the head of the undead and dropping it flat.

That was when she felt a body press up against her back, and smelled the familiar cologne of Vreal.
[#87CEFA “How about that… still alive.”] she teased.
[i “I killed the wisp-mother so all the real work is done. Now let's see who can re-kill the most dead.”]
Yui smirked at his comment. [#87CEFA “I killed one of the daughters and immobilized the other, plus I’ve got thirteen undead under my belt… fourteen. Fifteen… do try to keep up!”] she shouted as she swung and spun her halberd around her body as if it were an extension of herself. With Vreal at her side, and whoever was shooting the those perfectly aimed arrows, they took over the battle theater with impressive skill. The guards and Mercenaries held the gates from breaking in, but for Yui, in the thick of battle was where she felt most alive.

She was getting surrounded on all sides. Undead were tricky things to disable. A massive blast slammed over a dozen undead back from the village walls skirted right past her. Yui had narrowly avoided it and glanced up to see a small fairy holding a skull and looking as if the blast had taken quite a bit out of her. Yui gave a quick thumbs up to the Fairy and the elven archer near her, before she returned to her slaughter.

It wasn’t much longer that the skirmish ended. Yui had racked up an impressive 38 kills, plus the wisp-offspring. Her stomach, now that Yui had finished her fighting, turned on her and Yui’s content grin was wiped clean off by a green cast before she doubled over and vomited onto an undead corpse. Sighing out once she emptied her stomach she shook her head at the pile of vomit. [#87CEFA “What a waste of booze…”] she murmured, and turned spitting out the last of it from her mouth making her way back to the village. She waited at the gate for Vreal to join her for what was sure to be a community emergency meeting, and collapsed her halberd before clipping it back at her side. In the process she snatched her cloak from the hay wagon and draped it over an arm.

She entered the tavern with Vreal, both of them covered in bone dust, wisp matter, and dirt from battle, but neither seemed to care. [#87CEFA “Thirty-eight undead kills. You?”] When his number claimed was slightly higher than hers, she pouted with a comical glare and plopped into a seat beside him, murmuring how he had won this round, but she’d get him next time -and she probably would. She raised an arm hailing a server and made a motion to the strangers she recognized that had helped her and Vreal fight. She ordered them a round of drinks, and gave them a nod of consideration when told where the drink had come from. She settled in for the meeting, removing her dirty gloves and grabbing the glass of water she ordered and drank it down. Anything to help wash the taste of vomit from her mouth, and make her head less dizzy.

There was a great deal of confusion as to what had caused the attack. Some suggested the work of a necromancer, others chalked it up to bad spirits in the area. Yui? Yui had a different idea and glanced at Vreal. The Torn Army was supposed to be close, and if they were, why hadn’t they stopped the scourge from attacking, and why hadn’t they come to help? Still, and Yui knew this might rub some people the wrong way, but she didn’t care and simply spoke out. A dwarf female made a comment about rumors she’d heard and the possibility it was happening elsewhere. That was concerning to Yui.
[#87CEFA “We can debate all we want, but the fact will remain this never would have happened under our rightful king. The False King is to blame for the rise in attacks from creature and men alike… we will all continue to suffer unless something is done and done soon. I suggest those that are willing or abled search out The Torn. They should have stopped the attacks but didn’t, and there’s no reason why this tiny ass village should have been attacked in the first place. There is nothing of value here.”] It was a harsh thing to say about the quiet little village, but to Yui, it was truth. Yui looked back at the group gathered in the tavern, her gaze settling on the locals more than the travelers. [#87CEFA “If you wish to protect your homes, you should go to the Torn, or you can start paying The Brotherhood to do it for you.”]
  Yui Azii / darien / 67d 7h 29m 35s
Was she hearing right?

Shouting met her ears, and the trampling of aged wooden floorboards became more and more distinct as time went on, patrons inside the inn behind her scrambling to find their swords. She frowned, soaked through but wholly curious. She hauled herself upright unceremoniously from the tiny marsh forming at her feet and retrieved her broadsword, fastening it back behind her securely as she picked her way to the other side of the inn and the field just outside it. Why would everyone choose to be awake, shouting on a dreary, storm-heavy night like tonight? The dwarf had circled around, at first a bit lost. She hadn't left this town in a few years, and thus, had forgotten her way around the surrounding forest. It was hardly her fault, what with all the repairs she had to make, day in and day out, she never got to leave these days. She could see flashes then, however, lighting up the forest with the intensity of lightning. It wasn't lightning, though; The color scheme and the precision was distinctly magical, and she hurried toward it. Magic had always acted as a lure for miss Emerald, having been born without any natural affinities or gifts herself. Enchantments were her gateway into the realm of sorcery, enabling her to wield something more than simply metal.

Yes, there was a love, a deep reverence. Magic was dear to Emerald, the reason for which her family could not accept her aspirations. Housewifery was not a life she intended to settle into at such a young age, and whether she cared enough to be was or it remained to be seen. Emerald wanted to study, and travel, and see new things. For what reason would she ruin it all to nest in a pit of smelly, screaming dwarven children and a husband who left her to deal with them all by her lonesome? Her mother was a fool to believe every girl would romanticize such life, gravely disappointed in her newly nomadic daughter, not that it was of any concern to Emerald herself. Because, there were nights like tonight; Exciting, glorious, and terrifying all at once. Wisps and undead slithered and scooted about, cut down by mercenaries, guards, and townspeople alike. Normal smiths will have slept right through something like this, but not Emerald.

She aimed to see all manner of interesting things with her own two eyes.

A heavy breath sent her whirling on her heels, having not seen the rotting fellow drawing in nearer and nearer still. His head had been snapped at the neck at some point, his black eyes watching her aimlessly from well below the usual position. Swollen, festering flesh reached out toward her, to which she responded with a broadsword straight through his body. It was ugly, the wet, ripping noise that followed, and worse yet was the coating of thick black decay spilling out over her blade. It smelled rancid, and it was all she could do not to wretch there in the grass. Her nose crinkled, and she immediately began scrubbing at it with some moss and some mud, allowing the pouring rain to assist in the removal of the awful ooze the creature had left behind. There was a thought, her killing one of the risen dead for the first time! Her father would chuckle after hearing about that one.

Luckily for her poor stomach, two mercenary looking types had made quick work of a large number of wisps, leaving the townspeople to take out their work week frustrations on the corpses traipsing about the wood.

Why, though?

Why were these creatures out here to begin with? She sheathed her hefty weapon once more, the awe having faded to give way to concern. This wasn't going to become a weekly occurrence or anything, right? Emerald trudged along after the group of others who joined in to protect the town, brows folded as she considered the placement of the town. It wasn't near any particularly notable bandit or gypsy encampments? They shouldn't have made it this far inland, usually people got paid a pretty penny to mince such creatures before they could even manage to happen upon towns. Were they summoned then? A customer had spun quite a tale the prior week, but she'd taken him for drunk fool and written him off. Was he on to something? Maybe it WAS a summons? Her grasp of necromancy was, of course, not the best. She had met so few self proclaimed necromancers that she questioned their legitimacy, and of course, there was always her lack of care for most dangers. She was sure to put less stock in necromancers abilities than, say, a juicy steak. Why? Because big steaks don't talk big, they ARE big. If she wasn't looking at it, it could be assumed to be a lie. Emerald took most words with a grain of salt.

Not tonight, though. She beelined straight for the tavern across the way, shouldering a path for herself through several dozen people so as to better listen in. Once she'd forced her way to the front of the pack, she folded her arms, all ears, and a bit addled by the night's events. [b "Aye! S'pose something like that's happenin' other places, same as here? I 'eard' some rumors, didn't think they were worth much, but here we all are."] She grunted, pulling a drying cloth off a guy beside her for herself. She ignored his protests and began to dry her hair, focused in.
  Stone / Miss-Shion / 71d 14h 27m 4s
How had her journey led her here? She was in search of something to help rid her of this curse. This town seemed promising in her search, and yet, here she was. On the edge of the forest that lead to the town, stabbed and bleeding out. What if the item was here? Would be rather ironic really; dying just as she found it. Would be an interesting end to her.

Her mother dying by the hands of the town that misunderstood. They thought she had put a curse on them, when it was actually their own fault for their crops failing. But they didn't see it that way. To them, knowing there was a woman who had bred with a demon was enough reason for them to kill. They knew of the child she had bore, and they wanted to kill it too. Sadly, they didn't succeed in that.

Their yells were still fresh in her mind, like it had happened just yesterday. She knew it wouldn't go away anytime soon. What she had done was horrid, even if it was in self defense. There was no reason for it to become so bloody...but it did. The evil inside of her had awoken, and there was no turning back. There were three ways this could go, and she was determined to stop the worst of them. Still, sometimes it became too much for her.

[center [#00BABA [b It won't end here...]]]

[#00BABA "Here we go again..."] She muttered, hearing that voice in her head. [#00BABA "Alright, so you're about to take control aren't you? Might as well go out with a bang..."]

As some watchmen neared her, they stopped. Undead started to rise, the three wisps going for their attacks. But that wasn't what they noticed. Agona slowly stood, using the tree trunk to help, a change happening to her. What little skin she showed seemed to change to an even more pale color than it usually was, cracks appearing randomly. Looking up, her eyes were blue, horns growing from her head. They quickly ran away in fear, knowing exactly what she was changing into.

A demon.

[pic https://i.imgur.com/K6pyNRn.jpg]

She was half-demon. A monster that wanted nothing more but human suffering and their souls. Taking her sword out, she stumbled a bit down towards the undead. Her sword started to change, a drop in her stamina as it did so. Now it was a scythe, making her seem more like a reaper. Swinging it, she decapitated three undead, and one that was alive. The last one wasn't part of the plan, but the demon within her didn't care much about casualties like this.

As she continued on, she could feel the drop in her power. Her disguise had taken too much, despite being a fairly simple spell. Of course, she was also injured greatly, so she didn't have much strength to start with. She managed to kill a few more undead, and thankfully no others that were actually alive. Two more were taken out before she started to stumble. She hadn't paid attention to what anyone else around her and didn't know their reactions to seeing a demon killing undead. She could only imagine they were confused.

[#00BABA "I...can't..."]

She let go of the scythe, changing back into a sword. Dropping to her knees, Agrona lost consciousness due to blood loss. It seemed she was now reaching her end...
  Agrona Rhiannon / Kikido / 75d 16h 2m 39s
Lapis was sound asleep when the sound of the Big People had her jumping across the room to crouch defensively. Nai-nai's skull was held out in her right hand in front of her and glowing an otherworldly shade of purple. A few moments passed as she listened, her heart pounding. When she was able to calm herself, she heard fists knocking on doors and people shouting.

[b Wake up ladies! The Homestead's under attack!]

She snorts and stands, smoothing her rumpled dress with one hand whilst the other cradled Nai-nai to her small chest. [#7c0c77 Noisy aren't they, eh Nai-nai?] She hums into the silence and retrieves her satchel from next to the bed. [#7c0c77 Best to be prepared for anything~] she declares in a sing-song and giggles, the sound reminiscent of tinkling bells. She exits her room, skipping her way through the crowd.

Once outside she pauses, tilting her head and humming in thought. [i [#7c0c77 I can't see a bloody thing down here, so how...]] Her train of thought trails off as she spots a ladder nearby leaning against the outer wall. [i [#7c0c77 Well, that'll have to do I guess. Don't want to attract to much attention to myself unless I have to yet.]]

As she climbs she notices an elven archer firing a steady stream of arrows into what appears to be a horde of undead and some wisps. She reaches the top and huffs loudly in annoyance at the situation. Her arms crossed, she taps her foot and scowls down at the chas below. [#7c0c77 Well [i this] is [i bloody brilliant]!] She whips out Nai-nai and forgoes her 'staying low profile for now' plan out the window by leaping from the wall with a shout. Using her innate levitation/flight abilities she shoots into the fray surrounded by the same unearthly purple glow from before, it being strongest around the skull held in her hand.

[#7c0c77 REVERTO!!] She sends off a little over a dozen of the intruding beings in this manner before her magick starts to put a strain on her small body. Taking note of this she returns to the wall and observes the last few undead get taken out by a man with silver-white hair and a woman with hair of a similar color. [#7c0c77 Well, that was fun,] she snarks, tracing the contours of Nai-nai with slightly shaking fingers. The elven archer goes out to collect his arrows not long after and she lifts her nose to the wind. She inhales the scent of upturned earth, spiritual residues, and that of an unknown magick. Similar enough to her own that she'd bet several gold pieces on there being another Necromancer involved in the attack.

The rain begins to pick up and she slips back into town, following the elven archer she'd noticed earlier into tavern. She slips Nai-nai into her bag and snickers as he bumps into the silver-white mercenary and slips through the door right on his heels. Hands still shaking slightly she talks the elderly-looking woman behind the bar to help her into a stool and accepts the proffered food and drink. [i [#7c0c77 Man, I must really look like a carps right bum cheek right about now...]] A glance at her hands confirms this, her skin more gray than its usual rose-gold. Keeping an ear to the conversations going on around her, she eagerly tucks into the meal.

Every now and then she glances around at the other patrons, mentally keeping notes on who looked to be the most promising candidates to entertain herself with in the near future. [i [#7c0c77 If the spiritual and magick residue is anything to go by, this place has GOT to be pretty interesting... Mayhaps I'll stay awhile...]] She continues to muse as the discussions about the room pick up more and more, some people almost shouting to be heard above the others. She smirks and downs her drink, enjoying herself thoroughly.
  Lapis Waterbriar / NikolasRevellian / 77d 16h 12m 33s
Several loud shouts from just outside on the streets made Clark sit up, wondering what was going on, and as he started to getting up there was banging on the doors of several rooms, including his own. “[b Wake up ladies! The Homestead is under attack!]” Under attack? The elven man looked out the window of his room and he could see guards as well as the town’s folk heading towards the town gate. “[+orange Well…]” He sighed sitting down to pull on his boots before reaching for his quiver and bow. “[+orange Guess I was right about not getting any sleep.]” He murmured and left his room, seeing several others also armed and ready to defend.

Stepping out into the night, Clark jogged his way to the Town gate where just outside, he was met with the skirmish of undead and a few wisps still floating about. There were enough guards and town’s folk to hold the monsters off and even push them back, but all undead had to be put back to rest. Stinging and arrow, he took aim and began shooting. Downing an undead here, clipping the heart of a wisp and watching as another fighter got it. Subconsciously he wondered how many of his arrow’s he’d be able to get back after this but that didn’t stop him from firing away till the last of the dead had been slain. Once the skirmish was over, the guards and fighters began to head back into the town.

Clark took this moment to pick his way across the muddy ground, pulling his arrows from bones and picking a few up that had struck the earth. During his search, he wondered what had caused the sudden attack. “[+orange Wasn’t this place attacked a few weeks ago?]” He murmured to himself, plucking his last arrow from a body and making a mental note to clean them and do a more thorough check to see if any needed to be replaced. The rain started coming down even harder, like it was trying to wash away all that had happened in the short time blood had been drawn. Looking up, Clark noticed most of the fighters were headed back to the town gate, retreating from the rain as it continued to pour down. Wiping his face with one hand, he broke into a swift walk after the other men and women, eager to get out of the rain and get to someplace warmer where he might be able to dry off.

He was on his way back to the inn when he noticed that many heading to the tavern, one of the largest buildings in the town, and it seemed unlikely that they were going for just for food and drinks. Clark walked towards the doorway to head inside, and his mind was elsewhere when he bumped into someone still clad in their armor. “[+orange Oh, pardon.]” He said meeting the gaze of a young man with whitish hair and two swords strapped to him. Taking care to recognize him for what he was, but say nothing more, Clark slipped around him and headed inside. He knew of the mercenaries that worked out of this town but he hadn’t expected to run into any, at least not under these circumstances if any.

Many were starting to discuss what had happened and why there had been an attack seemingly out of nowhere, others were there sitting and listening to the discussions and ideas, and very few just wanted another drink. Clark was apart of those who wanted to sit in and listen to the discussion. They were now beginning to openly talk about what had just happened and try to figure out why it had happened and the elf leaned forwards from where he was sitting, listening with curious intent.
  Clark Sandwo' / BBJ / 77d 18h 22m 38s
Vreal stared out into the line of trees. He heard someone climbing up into the watchtower but did not move. He gripped the rail tightly. The wisp oddly enough did not move. His attention was wholly absorbed by it. They were never a good omen something was coming and it was coming soon. He heard Yui approach and tell him the festivities had come here from the tavern. He turned to face her as blood returned to his knuckles. He accepted the drink and downed the bottle. [+blue Thank you for the liquid courage.] Vreal said jokingly as that is what he liked to call it.

He had once made a statement to a nervous mercenary who had been staring at Yui that if he wanted to ask her for her hand all he needed was a smart-ass remark and some "liquid courage." Needless to say that mercenary quit the next day after the embarrassment that he suffered. Vreal turned back to the rail to look into the woods and see if the wisp still lingered. His eyes must have deceived him. He now saw two hovering out there. He kicked the stool leg from under the guard. [+blue Rally the men...and women, get all guards on post and shore up the defenses.] He ordered as the guard stumbled to an upright position with a gruff Hey. Vreal put a foot up on the rail and used it to launch himself to the ground below with a roll. He stood up to his full height and started at a brisk pace to where the wisps were. Magic was extremely potent in this area and it made it impossible for someone to magically spy on a target here.

He squinted as there was someone at the edge where the wisps were. He couldn't see well enough as it was though. [+blue Visia.] He said as his eyes flashed green and went into night-vision. He felt a slight drop in his stamina as the spell consumed what little it needed. He saw a woman lying on the ground. The rain didn't help the vision out here that was for sure. He ordered the guard to retrieve her from where he was and take her to the inn. However the matter now turned to the wisps yet a third had appeared.

Vreal had no good run ins with wisp-mothers and one was here now. This meant someone was going to die here today or rather multiple someones. He unsheathed his sword and from the pommel he ran a finger to the point of the blade. [+blue Wraithmetal.] He said while enchanting the blade to be able to hit Ethereal foes. He once again felt a small drop in stamina but now he was properly equipped to deal with the problem. He heard the screech first and then saw the Mother flying in his direction. He braced himself with a defensive posture as guards poured out of the gate and took defensive stances as well. They seemed to sober up at the prospect of an attack. It was common knowledge that Wisp-mothers were accompanied by both wisps and undead.

Vreal ducked a clawed slash by the wisp and countered with a slash of his own the blade caught only the torn ethereal dress but missed an effective hit entirely. He recovered with a back-step and turned to dodge a dive by the wisp-mother. He got caught but just barely as the wisp-mother passed right through his left leg. It was cold. Like a tendril of ice had lanced through his leg and froze it. He got feeling back into his leg just in time to effectively roll away from the second dive. He drove his blade into the wisp mothers arm and severed it. It was a funny idea maiming an ethereal creature but magic makes many things possible. He heard the groaning from the wood line as a row of undead soldier shambled out with rusted blades and termite bitten bows and arrows.

The guards rushed in now to defend their homestead. As lazy as they Vreal was impressed by their tenacity to defend their homestead. Some of them seemed cowardly at times but when this village came under attack they were fierce fighters. The sounds they made as they clashed with the undead were indeed one of glory. Vreal turned his attention to the wounded wisp-mother who took a good slash at him once more. He back-stepped it and moved to the Wisp-mothers side. He brought the blade up from the ground in an upward slash. He deeply wounded the wisp-mothers chest where a mortal man would have collapsed dead. [+blue How hard it is to truly kill the dead...uh re-kill the dead?? Fuck just die..again.] He whispered to himself while rolling behind the wisp-mother and driving his blade into it's back now. He knew he had to hit a very specific spot on the spirit in order to finish it. The wisps started shooting missiles at him now. He deflected two of them with his blade the other simply missed.

Vreal opened his right hand and fired magic back at them and wiped them out in one good strike but that one attack drained a substantial amount of his stamina he was a novice caster after all. [+blue I have to end this now spirit no hard feelings eh?] He asked while pulling his strength together and aiming for the heart of the wisp-mother. He was caught completely off guard though. The wisp caught his his blade with its free arm and yanked the blade out of his hand sending it spiraling into a tree where it buried itself 2 feet deep. [+blue Really mom your gonna throw my sword at a tree? Druids must love you at grand gatherings.] He said sarcastically while evading attacks now. He drew his other blade which was a special sword he didn't like to use..even though it would have been more effective from the start. It had been a gift from his teacher.

He didn't have to bless this sword the way he did with his other. He slashed and started driving the spirit back. Vreal was a fierce warrior for his age. He made mistakes but he was human after all they all did. He slipped on some mud and lost traction for a moment. He regained his footing swiftly and hit the spirit with a stab just below the heart. The Wisp-mother passed it's free hand through his right shoulder. [+blue Mom what the hell? That's cold.] He said while a shiver went through his body. He didn't take his time to recover this time. He drove the blade through the spirits heart. The wisp-mother exploded in a cold blue light which washed over Vreal causing him to shiver again.

He turned to look at the guards who weren't faring so well as they couldn't get decisive hits on the undead. [+blue Don't act dumb remove their heads you fools!] He yelled energetically at them. It was almost as if they had never encountered the undead before. This place was notorious for them. Magic permeated the air here so this kind of event was not unheard of. He sheathed his silver sword and ran to the tree where his blade was deeply buried. He put a foot on the trunk and with his hands grabbed the hilt of the blade. He yanked the blade out and fell back once it was torn free.

Vreal rushed over to where the guards were fighting and joined the fray with them. He saw Yui in the conflict and made his way to here whilst fighting undead. [+blue I killed the wisp-mother so all the real work is done.] He said with a joking tone. [+blue Now let's see who can re-kill the most dead.] He said while laughing. He had a seemingly unnatural love for fighting to the point it was almost maniacal. He decapitated one of the corpses head of and kicked it into the stomach of another which made it stumble back. He rushed forward and continued the fight.

[b I will end my post here as I want to see what everyone else does in this skirmish. ^.^]
  Vreal Soruria / Vreal / 78d 20h 26m 2s
[b [#87CEFA “ BEEEELCH!”]]

Yui slammed her shot glass down to the table upside down and smirked with rosy cheeks at the brute who sat across from her. [#87CEFA “Your turn princess,”] she nearly slurred to him. Making sure to articulate her words. The Brute, just as inebriated if not more, swayed in his chair before reaching out for his shot glass and raised it to his lips. Yui and the crowd of mercenaries around them held their breath to see if he’d actually take the shot. Yui hoped for his sake he didn’t take it, or he was going to be in for a hurting come morning. For a moment his eyes slid closed, his jaw slackening, and everyone thought he would fall off his seat. He shook his head though and forced himself back up. Too stubborn to entertain the thought of losing to a woman. Yui smirked, he wouldn’t be the first man to lose to her, and he certainly wasn’t going to be the last. Much to everyone’s surprise he took the shot… and immediately fell over his seat knocking the tavern table askew, vomiting before he passed out, and causing everyone to erupt in drunken cheer. Yui raised her fists drunkenly to the air in victory and laughed.

Now, you’re probably asking how a perfectly lovely young woman ended up with a band of dirty cutthroat mercenaries. That explanation was a story in itself, but the short version boiled down to being orphaned, raised by her batshit crazy grandmother, and then left home to find the world. What she found was a collective group of cold hearted men who welcomed her. Eventually her natural talent was seen and she was trained to become the hardened mercenary and killer she was today. They even sent her to a brothel when she began to grow into a more womanly figure to learn the art of seduction. Learning how to use her own body as a weapon, had taken her a long way in making a name for herself among the brotherhood. One thing was for certain, she was a prime example of a woman’s Attractive to Craziness ratio.

Yui was a pure blooded human, with Druid ancestors. Her Great Grandmother was the famous Seer Vega, but she wasn’t quick to claim that old bat. Life with her Grandmother had not been easy, and many nights of magic lessons were forced on her in her youth. Sure Magic had come in handy from time to time, but Yui didn’t rely on it. She tended to use her brain and her ability to coerce men more than she did magic. Yui should have felt honored to have that ability, her parents didn’t have it, and over time the ability was diluted in her bloodline. That made it all the more shocking when Yui showed the capacity to preform basic magics at a young age. She just didn’t like to use it.

Glassy drunk blue eyes glittered victoriously over the coin purse she collected, and in the process snagged the nearly empty liquor bottle. She bid the men farewell, and tossed a few coins to the barkeep to put her defeated opponent up in a bed to sleep it off, and stepped out of the tavern. The air was damp, meaning rain was coming, and she could feel the static of the ozone heralding a nasty thunder storm. She whipped her cloak around and draped it over her shoulders before making her way through the dark streets.

The Village of Temlis was a quiet one, it was uneventful, and the people weren’t anything to look at, but for a mercenary that was always finding something to get in trouble with; the quiet was often a welcome reprieve. Rain began to fall over her head and she pulled her hood up, taking another swig of the booze she carried. She was close to the front gate and saw a couple of the guards take cover under wooden and tarred awnings. However it was the figure of one of her brethren laid out in the mud by the village stables that caught her attention. Corking her bottle of liquor and stuffing it inside a pocket of her cloak she walked over and squat down to slap her fellow mercenary on the cheek several times to wake him up.
[#87CEFA “Wake up dip shit… you’ll catch your death out here, and you’re no use to the Brotherhood if you’re sick or dead.”] She scowled down at the drunk as he groggily woke up from the rain and the constant firm taps of Yui’s hand to his cheek. He slowly sat up with Yui’s help and looked around dumbly and finally up at Yui who moved to stand with her hands on her hips. [#87CEFA “Can none of you buffoons hold your liquor?”] she chided and held a hand out to him. He gave her a sloppy smile, but took her hand and stood up on wobbly feet. He thanked her, before stumbling off back towards the tavern to find a bed. Yui could only shake her head. The rain was falling hard by then, and Yui looked towards the stormy sky, when lightning struck illuminating the town for a brief moment. That brief moment illuminated another figure and a mischievous smirk graced her lips.

Vreal was the only other Mercenary that could hold a candle to her, and she to him. Vreal was the only person Yui could honestly call a friend, and a rival. They were always locked in competitive behavior against the other and had been from the day they met. Weather it was outbidding the other for a job, or seeing who could get the job done first, who could get the most kills, haul the most booty, charm the most ladies… it was never ending. They were constantly trying to one-up the other. It was all in good fun, and Yui hoped Vreal knew that for all the shit they slung at each other, she’d have his back if he ever needed it, and she hoped he had hers. Then again as Mercenaries you generally couldn’t rely on others to have your back -you had no one but yourself. That was why Yui had joined the brotherhood… to find a sense of the family she had lost. She still hadn’t found it yet.

She jumped up to the top wall and watch towers, climbing the ladders to reach him when she finally made it to him and jumped up from behind him. [#87CEFA “You bailed on the festivities, so the festivities have come to you, brother,”] she said moving out from under the rain to find refugee under the awning he took watch in. She stopped short seeing a guard passed out asleep, and rolled her eyes. No wonder this town was threatened by rouge bandits, with lazy idiots like the sleeping guard keeping watch. She offered him the bottle of liquor, an instigating grin on her face, but she could see he had been preoccupied with something else, so she looked where he had looked out at the field. [#87CEFA “Did you see something?”] she asked, her tone changing from playful to sober and serious.
  Yui Azii / darien / 83d 7h 2m 17s
12345678910..22

All posts are either in parody or to be taken as literature. This is a roleplay site. Sexual content is forbidden.

Use of this site constitutes acceptance of our
Privacy Policy, Terms of Service and Use, User Agreement, and Legal.
Roleplay
12345678910..22