Fantasy roleplay

[Katrina Lindendaughter]

"Hang on," I mutter. I close my eyes and let my mind reach out, making sure not to touch the minds of the others. I keep reaching out, using the senses and memories of the animals around us to find our way. Finally I see what I'm looking for, the abandoned village. "The city of broken souls" I breathe, too quietly for the others to hear. "Come on! I know where to go!" I cry, racing ahead.

[coolgyal]

'' now we have a fixed destination! '' i almost ran back after her, but i quickly stop remembering the girl. that would've been akward! ''im comin! '' i slowly trot after katrina.

[Katrina Lindendaughter]

It takes us time, but just as the sun is touching the horizon, we're at the village. Though abandoned, it's beautiful. "Chose a house" I say, grinning.

[Silver Sky]

(I really hope you've marked this thread as PG-13, Katrina. If not, I'll announce here: CAUTION - THIS POST HAS PG-13 CONTENT. Also, as always, it is not required for people to read this. Even though this post had underwent some quite major editing - I wrote this about 4 months ago - it might be hard for people to comprehend what I'm talking about at times. Feel free to skip.)

...I was speaking to somebody who's almost a stranger, when suddenly I sensed a consciousness not very far from the village. Momentarily distracted by its mood, I took a second to examine it more closely.

A man, with blond hair, tanned skin and plain clothes, walking, his mind troubling. It felt insane — crazier than the standards of people in the land I live in — and evil, diabolical, and above all, angry.

“Are you there?”

“What?” I jolted from the inspection of the person's mind to my current surroundings. “Um…” Fumbling for an answer...

...

“Some people have not died because they made it out.”

“Some lucky people.” I added.

“Yes.”

Just then, there was a loud bang. All three of us flinched, and I leapt up, whirling around to see what made the noise. I saw a huge, dark object flying past us before crashing into the walls of the room I was in last night. With a jolt, I realised it was the front door of the human city.

I ran along the stone path with Dreya and Ventura (a couple I met during the previous night), before stopping some length away from the gaping entrance of the city, and I saw—also sensed with my mind—something that shocked me.

In the doorway was the man whose consciousness I had sensed earlier. A long black tattoo was scribed on the right side of his face, and he looked careless, as if blasting front doors was something he did every day. He walked in and, retaining his arrogant pose, looked up to examine the three of us. I shivered inwardly at his dark gaze and instinctively slammed up barriers around my mind, since the man felt simply inhuman.

Dreya strode forward, being the one at the front. “Who are you?” She demanded.

“My name is Edward.” he said coldly, before turning to where the door used to be. He raised a hand, and I watched with shock as the metal on the hinges of the used-to-be door bent and tied around each other in such convoluted patterns, it covered the entrance like a web of veins, making it impossible to walk out through ordinary means.

“Well…there’s one more empty room.” Even though Dreya sounded flustered, I had to bite my tongue to keep myself from shouting. Edward’s intentions were obviously not friendly.

Slowly, a terrifying grin crept up Edward’s face, transforming it almost completely. His pitch black eyes glinted as much as his white teeth, which created a high contrast between the two colours.

“I didn’t come for a room.”

That was when I decided to issue a warning. “Dreya…” I was glad she had the sense to step back.

Then I saw two shimmering white fangs descending from his lips.

“He’s…a vampire!” Dreya gasped. Ventura immediately yelled with fright.

“No, stupid girl; I’m a hybrid.” Edward growled before turning to the still-shouting Ventura. With a lazy flick of his hand, he made him float off the ground. Ventura thrashed wildly in the air, but it was apparent that some spell held him in place. A few seconds later, he started making retching sounds, and with shock, I realised Edward was choking him.

Right at that moment, my instinct got the best of me. I wasn’t just watching; I was in the event itself. And I wasn’t going to let someone innocent die right before me if I could help it. And I could help it.

I made a decision that I regretted later.

Taking a step forward, I drew a quick breath, raised my hand, then took hold of the magic and said, “Losna.” Release.

I didn’t have time to construct a proper spell, but it worked. There was a brief flash of blue light, and Ventura fell in a heap onto the ground, gasping for breath. I gasped myself as a large wave of energy left me; Edward seemed to be unexpectedly strong. Immediately I broke out from the walls surrounding my mind, coming into close contact with Edward’s.

I felt like screaming. Underneath a dark shadow of morbid desires, Edward’s mind dwelled in dark secrets so complicated I failed to understand it. His mind shifted and churned, as if it could change completely any moment. Underlying it all was a cunning brutality that made goose bumps form on my bare arms.

I finally understood what a hybrid was.

Edward turned and looked at me. A moment later I sensed a thought coming from him, and barely cried “Brisingr, letta!” in time to stop my clothes from catching on fire. They flared with orange for not even a second before my spell quenched the blooming flames, and I staggered at the energy that was withdrawn from me.

With such speed of both thought and body that I barely realised what happened, Edward performed a high jump over my head, landing behind me. Even as I spun around to face him I shrieked with pain as he kicked me in the stomach, sending me flying backwards. For another half second everything was a blur, but I shouted “Letta!” again and stopped my flight in mid-air, inches away from the twisted hinges blocking the entrance to the city. The moment I stopped I released the magic and slumped onto the ground.

I barely noticed what was going on around the two of us; I was vaguely aware of someone yelling and doors slamming. I hoped the couple had enough sense to hide, though I didn’t know how I could possibly defeat Edward.

Dazed, I didn’t have time to interpret the meanings of Edward’s new thoughts before I floated up like Ventura did, coming to a hovering stop not far off the ground, yet not enough for me to touch anything. A firm, invisible pressure pressed down from all directions onto me. Due to the distraction I almost failed to notice Edward’s face—his head now covered in a silver helmet—right in front of mine, and his outstretched hands even closer, hooked fingers scraping the fabric of my dress.

“Aptr.” I gasped. The resulting loss of strength was doubled as the magic had to fight against the pressure, but I edged away from his hands just in time. Left shaking, I saw, from the corners of my eyes, Dreya and Ventura running out from seemingly nowhere. Get back, you idiots! I thought, fighting to get back onto ground.

With a snap of his fingers Edward sent the two of them flying backwards, and three more times he attempted to kill me, but my wards prevented him from altering my body – breaking all my bones, for example. Finally, snarling, he drew a long golden sword even as I slid my dagger out of its sheath. I knew it was hopeless.

Then I sensed two minds, one that I failed to identify but felt more human than Edward, the other a large wolf. And they were walking towards the human City.

Gathering the last of my strength, I screamed a word that would hopefully both provide Dreya and Ventura an exit and also let the approaching pair of consciousnesses know what’s going on.

“Sharjalvi!” Movement.

The noise of the twisted hinges grinding as they retreated to their normal places seemed deafening. Edward stared, surprise plain on his face. Then my vision flickered into darkness and I knew no more.

...

“Did he kill you?”

The question was so absurd and sudden, in my muddled state I wasn’t able to form a reply. I felt in contact with cold, hard surface, and my side ached. I felt two shadows looming over me, but I had to stay still for quite a while before I could manage to push myself into a sitting position.

Looking up, I saw a girl with dark-coloured clothes and shoulder-length trimmed black hair, kneeling on the stone path. On her right sat a big grey wolf with streaks of black shooting through its rather short silver fur; it stood as I sat up and started slowly approaching me.

I wanted to tell the girl that if Edward killed me I wouldn’t be alive and moving right now, but all I could say was, “He tried to… Who are you?”

She took a while to reply. In the short lapse, the wolf curled around my leg, sniffing it. Then:

“I’m Harmony.”

“Avi.” I muttered.

The wolf stood again and trotted back over to Harmony, who asked, “Lizzy, you know your job, right?”

“Arf?”

Harmony sighed and tapped the ground impatiently. “Your job!”

A second or two passed before Lizzy the wolf nodded and wagged its tail. Bending over, Harmony whispered something to the wolf. Lizzy nodded again.

Tiredly, I stood, swaying slightly. I went to check in the rooms and was relieved to find not much damage. Dreya and Ventura were nowhere to be seen, and I hoped they escaped safely.

...

[Trusty Lightning]

I crept out of the Bush, but. Chironia, Katrina, and the others were nowhere to be seen. Panic gripped me and I raced toward whee I thought they would be. Luckily, I saw them just ahead. Thank Clataer for that. ( fantasy deity :P) I raced back to them and clutched my journal tighter as I saw Spider.

[Latina Orator]

I run my gaze slowly over the tops of the buildings. A town. A nice town, but still a town. Or is it a city? I can't tell and couldn't care less. I huff in annoyance. Towns... "For what?" I ask suspiciously, one ear twitching as I hear the rat's tiny footsteps approaching, its stench filling my nostrils. "Finally caught up, mouse?" I jeer, whipping around to face it. I've decided I'll be as big a jerk as possible to it. Blootzy wobbles on my shoulder, struggling to keep balance for a moment before he rights himself.

[Katrina Lindendaughter]

Finally allowing myself to get tired, as the sun is now well below the horizon, I lie down in a random bed and fall asleep.

[Katrina Lindendaughter]

Demetria:

The village lay before us, clustered houses everywhere. Gingka and I stood on one of the small mountains ringing a side of the village. "Humans," I scoff, "always think they're protected if they can't see what's coming." Gingka grins at this.
"Are we out of her range?"
I nod. "None of them will be able to sense us. We are too far away, and my shields are too strong."
In silence we watch as the group wanders past the walls, chatting senselessly. I don't recognise any of them aside Katrina, and the girl on the centaur's back. "Avi." I breathe, causing Gingka to start. I know what he's wondering; how did she get here? Nevermind. Soon they will go to sleep and he will have his wish.

[Silver Sky]

(Coolgyal, you'd better set me down somewhere so I can wake up. I'm running out of time - I'm going on a long holiday very soon and Katrina wants to do a...uh, big thing before I leave...)

I felt strangely uneasy as my latest piece of memory floated away. It was as if something distant was disturbing me, haunting me tirelessly. My sleep seemed to be getting unstable, and I was no longer fully detached from my body.

Even as I swept through my memories, I felt my connection with reality slowly get stronger. I was lying on top of something moving, and that something doesn't seem to be walking on smooth terrain.

The recollections started fading back into my mind after I had experienced most of them. I knew my past - there was no need to look for more. I entered a realm where I was neither completely unconscious nor simply sleeping. Knowing what awaits me in the future, I attempted to preserve my energy - I could feel it as I slowly slipped out of the state of unconsciousness.

I was worried. And I had the feeling I always have been - and always will be - feeling that. The only time I was at ease is when I'm bereft of my memories. I wasn't sure if my mind's serenity is a big price to pay for getting them back.

Nevertheless, I had no choice.

There is someone I need to help. Even though she held immense power.

Because there are more, far greater powers pervading the land.

Katrina.

[coolgyal]

''city of broken souls ha...welcoming!'' i put down the girl on a bed. ''well guessin she should wake up soon..''

talking to myself ''well...i guess ill sleep here...'' i lean against a wall. i was finally getting sleepy when i heard a low voice......

'' atlantica :: carmillarevival_zps5bf7d110.mp4 video by coolgyal - Photobucket ''

(click!..dont worry..its not a freaky ghost/spirit sound : p )

this place isnt haunted is it.... ''hey you guys hear...'' nevermind. it will be rude to wake them for somthn im not totally sure of....
too tired to think, i shake it off and drift to sleep.