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Post by Lilystar88 on Feb 4, 2017 6:24:36 GMT -5
I thought Bestia was your mother? Alain questioned, flicking his tail with agitation, his own shoulders bunched up and ready to fight if the moment came to it. Everyone calm down. Convel said, stepping forwards to stand at Akantha's side, raising his head and lifting his ears forwards. Tell us why you have come here, and what your business is- you do not rule this forest, Tabir Wulfhart, and no manner of Royal name- he glanced at Alain- Nor Royal blood, will defend you if we decide you're not worth our time nor keeping around.Is that a threat? Alain snarled, flattening his ears hard against his head, his fur bristling. Yes. It is. Convel growled, watching as the young prince struggling to control his bloodlust. Convel lifted his head to scent the air and paused. You took Wolfsbane.that I did.Convel silently looked away, and back to Tabir. Speak your purpose, Consort. "She is," Tabir said, and before he could explain Akantha cut in and did it for him. Before I was a wolf I had a husband -- and a son -- they took him from me as soon as I was bitten. He had a son with Beastia, and seemingly, it had a son with the Queen of Zale'mas, she said, looking Alain up and down with a little suspicion. But before she could address the issue, Convel cut in. She let the little Alpha take the lead, she didn't exactly want to converse with Tabir -- as there was a lot of bad blood between them. But Illiana did, she saw the fight brewing between the two and for once in her life, started to become a little forceful. "Convel, enough!" she said out loud, so everyone can here. We won't get anywhere if we start a fight, she told him, speaking directly to his brain. She stepped forward and bowed towards Alain, still smiling as he did. "What do you want, King-wife?" It wasn't an insult, rather, it was just her way of speaking -- she didn't catch on to words fully, still. Tabir knew that, in fact, he was the only one who knew why, so as the other wolves chuckled he smiled fondly at the girl. "My wife....she's sick -- she has a mind sickness, and she can't break free on her own," he said. "You'll need to come with us -- I can offer you gold, and fine herbs and anything you want. Even...even answers," he said sheepishly, looking down. "About yourself," Illiana felt her anger flare a little bit, realizing that Tabir had known all this time, but she shook her head -- anger got her nowhere. Instead she calmed herself and started to speak. "I am part of the superpack now -- I want what they want." "But your're not a wolf?!" Tabir questioned. Illiana shook her head. "It does not matter -- and they are not wolves," she said, looking at Convel and smiling "they are people -- like you -- and they deserve to be in the cities. To live with the other people."
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Post by Bloodrose on Feb 4, 2017 10:52:14 GMT -5
Convel proudly raised his head. We can learn to control ourselves. Is our standing calmly before you now not enough, under a full moon, to prove this fact? He walked forwards to Tabir, and as he did, he transformed, willing himself back into his human form. He cracked his neck a little once he was human again, and stopped before the son of Bestia, his red eyes keen, focused, and determined. 'With the correct Alpha's leading the members of a pack, we can control our urges and our pack members.' He turned to face the superpack. 'Not all of them are conscious, but their alpha's are, and that's what makes them strong. That's what makes them safe.'
Alain curiously stepped forwards to sniff at Convel, impressed that he'd transformed back, even with the moons influence still intact. He tried again, but once more he only felt a ripple of pain. Huffing with annoyance, he looked at Tabir. They have a point. he curiously said. Freedom and Acceptance in return for my Mother back. Anything is worth trading to bring her back to us. I'd trade Zale'mas. he looked away, a little embarrassed to admit that he did love his mother- Alain had never been the feeling-type person- and examined Akantha, sniffing at this supposed 'grandmother' of his. He could feel her strength and was a bit nervous, but he didn't show his fear. He then shook his head. Besides- if they can control themselves, and if what they say is true- and from what I'm seeing, it is- then I do not see any reason for them to be trapped in this horrendous forest.
Convel examined the prince. 'Smart boy.' He curiously said, before cocking an eyebrow at Tabir. 'A good king in the making.' If Alain could blush, he would have. Instead he stared up at Tabir. We could build them their own community, give them a village, and expand it. 'We could teach new arrivals and place them under an experienced Alpha.' Convel added, liking where this was going. The people would still feel safe, and the Lycans would have homes, stores, jobs, and a feeling of having made a place to stay. Of settling roots. Alain continued. It is a risk, yes, but I would consider it a worthy challenge, and definitely something to try for.
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Post by Nighteyes on Feb 4, 2017 12:40:08 GMT -5
Sisko growled from where he stood. And those of us who wish to remain wild? Will you force us into these villages? Or will you enforce new rules that restrict us? he asked, looking between the two arrivals. He then looked at Convel. Apologies if I speak out of term.
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Post by Bloodrose on Feb 4, 2017 12:48:41 GMT -5
Why would you want to stay in the howling forest? Alain asked blandly. 'My pack will follow me.' Interupted Convel, looking at Sisko. 'All those in packs will follow their Alphas decisions, as is expected. The whole point of this superpack was to bring us together as a community and liberate ourselves from this death trap of a living space. It's too dangerous to keep such a little amount of wolves still here- you'll all be dead within a week, especially if you become a loner.'
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Post by Nighteyes on Feb 4, 2017 13:50:44 GMT -5
Sisko looked at Alain. I said nothing about living in this damned forest. There are plenty of wilds surrounding us. he said, before falling silent as Convel spoke. I need to best him... he thought to himself. I will take this pack back, and make sure I kill him next time, but I need power...I will take my pack back.
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Post by Bloodrose on Feb 4, 2017 14:00:10 GMT -5
Youre all better off staying in a village. Alain said, Or you'll lose your humanity. 'A fate worse than death.' Convel murmured, before suddenly feeling a wave of violent aggression from Sisko. He turned his gaze onto him. 'If you try and attack me again, Sisko, be assured that it will not just be me you are facing, but the pack. Old Alphas do not get second chances if they are allowed to stay. You will be killed.' He glared at him, then turned away again. 'Well? Do we have a deal? Our freedom, for the health of your queen?'
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Post by 𝓼𝓲𝓵𝓿 on Feb 4, 2017 15:13:00 GMT -5
(I'm sorry, I'll get on tonight)
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Post by Nighteyes on Feb 4, 2017 15:29:35 GMT -5
((Its fine sil ^^))
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Post by Bloodrose on Feb 5, 2017 8:35:22 GMT -5
((I felt like giving you all some backstory on the Ancients and on Potentia's rule. These are going to be in chapters, like a book, and I'm going to write them as well as I possibly can to make them a good read!! FORTITUDEPOTENTIA Chapter one: Determination
Potentia released a scathing gasp and gripped at the bleeding wound open on his side. He'd had yet another run-in with a Bra'ghanian soldier, but this time, he hadn't escaped safely. He gritted his teeth as he gently poked it to see how deep it ran, cursing the Ancients and the people of the kingdom for being so cruel. He slowly got to his feet, gripping his side, and limped his way out of the alley he was hiding in- one good thing had come out of it at least... The orphans would be able to eat.
He made his way through the bustling streets of Standing Stone, breathing slowly through his mouth to try and focus on returning back to their hideout and ignore the pain. The brown paving of the streets dipped in and out of focus, the dark glares of disapproving adults looming down at him. He heard shouts, felt people push him or grab his arm, but he kept moving and shrugged them off quickly, panting softly for breath- he couldn't be caught. He had to deliver.
He made it. Potentia stamped his foot on the ground, lifting a slab with his Earth Elemental powers, and slid onto the ladder. The slab fell back down and Potentia began to descend down the runged ladder into the darkness that waited below- and many hungry mouths. As he dropped he heard the noise of nervous feet shuffling, of soft gasps as children wondered who had found them. 'Soups up,' he called, his voice a little croaky as he tossed the bag full of stolen food into the centre of the room. Torches around lit up on the stone walls, lighted by a fire elemental he still couldn't remember the name of, as he was new to the group. Potentia headed straight for his bed and found himself collapsing head-first onto it, breathing lightly. This wound was going to be a pain in the backside.
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Legion tilted his head and slowly crouched down to press the tips of his fingers into a fresh-blood splatter. As he lifted his fingers to scent the blood, a frown stretched across his expression. An Ancientblood, here, in Bra'ghan? Still alive? Impossible. Ever since the prophecy- well, Ancientblood's just... didn't exist in Bra'ghan anymore.
Legion lifted himself quickly to his feet, now filled with a need to defend the child who was wounded. He hoped he wasn't too late. Upon following the scent trail, he came to a halt above a slab of rock, which seemed to be raised a little higher than the rest- his body becoming naught more than smoky shadows, Legion descended into the murky darkness below. It was lit with torches at the bottom, children sitting around a bag, eating breadrolls and soft vegetables. Upon seeing the smoke, most of them released terrified screams and immediately hurried away, into hiding-holes, down dark corridors, behind curtains which no doubt hid their own little rooms- but Legion had no interest in these children, oh no- he was more intrigued by the 15 year old boy, who was sitting up on his bed, clutching a bleeding wound, and glaring bloody murder at the Ancient.
Slowly, Legion allowed his body to become corporeal again, and his head tilted slightly as he examined the boy. At least 6'4", he wasn't a small lad- in height or mass. He had plenty of muscles and could be mistaken for a man if it weren't for the way he held himself, nor the young light in his angry brown eyes. His skin was tanned with a sprinkling of freckles and white scars, his hair long and dark brown, tied up into a bun to keep it away from his eyes. He had a jawline that would no doubt become stronger with maturity, and handsome features were already evident in the boys face. 'What's your name?' Legion questioned, his voice low and cool, intrigued about the anger that burned in this boy.
'My name?' He spat venom; bared his teeth like an untamed horse. 'My name is Potentia.'
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Post by 𝓼𝓲𝓵𝓿 on Feb 5, 2017 11:21:33 GMT -5
((U need to reply to this one.....)) [[Sh*******t. Sorry I presumed Ohdran had been incapacitated with plague or pulling his first girl at this point.]] "AAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMAAAAAAAAAAAAZING GRAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCEEEEEEEE--" Ohdran's drunken stage performance of a popular temple song was soon interrupted by a rotten egg hurled right towards his head. The thing landed right in his mouth and not even the strong taste of the 'clear death' spirit he had in his bottle that he sung into could wash the taste out. His eyes blazed and his crop of ginger hair looked like the fire of his anger. "WHIT C*NT DID THAT?!" he demanded, promptly breaking off the wall near him and jumping off the table he stood on. The other patrons of the bar weren't particularly concerned at the 12 year old's threat, but were more concerned with the fire that had started as a result of the spilled spirits hitting a candle. Ohdran's senses had gone numb a wee while ago, so now he wasn't alerted to his flaming lower leg until he looked down. At that, he ran, screaming along the way like a middle aged women who had just seen a snake in her house. "OH F*CK F*CK F*CK S*IT S*IT S*T F********CK!" he exclaimed before running right outside and into the pouring rain. He rolled around on the ground a few times until eventually the fire was put out. He staggered to his feet, relieved but still very drunk and saw the figure of someone coming towards him -- but they were all blurry. "C...Caelum? Is that you?" he muttered. Caelum stood outside of the bar and waited a few moments becore Ohdren was suddenly there in front of him. Chuckling he tugged his hood over his face a bit further to keep the rain from pelting him and he crouched down to Ohdren's level. "Hey brat, I've got a surprise." He muttered simply before turning and motioning for Ohdren to follow. "It's a long story but you're going to love it." He chimed over his shoulder, over the roar of the rain around them. Soon they were on the road to the castle front and approached without fear or hesitation. Caelum was let in by the guards, who gave him a bit of a look, but nonetheless said nothing as he strolled into the castle courtyards. Then from the courtyards into the castle. Once inside and out of the rain he shrugged off his jacket and brushed a hand through his dampened hair, "Welcome to our new home." He beamed as he spread his arms and motioned to the entirety of the castle.
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Post by 𝓼𝓲𝓵𝓿 on Feb 5, 2017 15:48:37 GMT -5
(I think I'll have Varina and Seneca come to Varezi to assist with everything and be a part of the of the Ancientblood plot. Maybe their father will start falling a little ill and that why their elder sister stayed home!)
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Post by 𝓼𝓲𝓵𝓿 on Feb 5, 2017 15:50:24 GMT -5
(Haha which means by some extent the Asiralath royals are related to Kafzel!)
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Post by Nighteyes on Feb 5, 2017 16:01:15 GMT -5
((I think that would be a good idea Sil need to wait for rose to agree first tho ^^))
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Post by Bloodrose on Feb 5, 2017 16:02:47 GMT -5
((The Ancientblood plot thing is mainly just the ancientblood's going to elite island to train as elites. By all means bring the two to Varezi to join in with the whole fighting-against-Bra'ghan-and-Zale'mas thing though!!! It would definitely spice things up with a bunch of royals all in the same place ))
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Post by Nighteyes on Feb 5, 2017 16:13:19 GMT -5
((May I enquire into who Kafzel is 😂 I fear I might have missed something))
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Post by 𝓼𝓲𝓵𝓿 on Feb 5, 2017 18:44:13 GMT -5
(He's my Diviner, son of Lux, total momma's boy, blind, an inconsiderate and apathetic b*tch but will become a friend of Lucifer's later! I posted him a while back maybe 38?)
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Post by 𝓼𝓲𝓵𝓿 on Feb 5, 2017 18:45:02 GMT -5
(Page 37 is where you will find my petty angel child)
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Post by Bloodrose on Feb 5, 2017 18:49:20 GMT -5
((Speaking of which; are people good to rp for a while? I'd like to start the elite thing but I won't if people aren't ready/up to it/feeling well enough )
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Post by 𝓼𝓲𝓵𝓿 on Feb 5, 2017 18:49:50 GMT -5
(I'm good to go! 😊)
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Post by Nighteyes on Feb 5, 2017 18:58:41 GMT -5
((Same ^^))
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Post by Bloodrose on Feb 5, 2017 19:01:51 GMT -5
((Brilliant. I'll start setting up then ))
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Post by Bloodrose on Feb 5, 2017 19:09:44 GMT -5
A week after Iona had arrived and everything had settled back into relative normality, Morcan was finally ready to summon all of the newly recruited elites and take them to the elite island for the months training. He'd been informed that Aurinda would be accompanying him as well, and he was hesitant but willing to accept a change. He and Ulfric now stood in the room as he recruits chattered excitedly and started to get to know each other, and he patiently awaited for his last-second decision to arrive. And he arrived- nervously entering the room, brushing a lock of black hair behind his ears, before finding his twin and hurrying over to him. 'Uncle Morcan asked me to come last night.' He told him. 'That's why I didn't sleep in your room.' He grinned sheepishly. 'I have no idea why he asked me, though...' He jumped as Morcan clapped his hands together and called for silence around the room, pulling out a scroll. 'I will now separate you all into groups! First, the boys!' He began to read down the list. Now; although they were categorised as 'Warriors' and 'Specialised', the general 'slang' terms for the groups of elites were 'thick' and 'smart'. It went the same with the girls- despite being 'Paladins' and 'Specialised', they were 'Toms' and 'Queens'. Hathor found himself being sorted into the warriors group and silently moved to stand beside Amos, whom had also been sorted there. Lucifer was separated from his twin and sorted into the Specialised group, with a boy named Everan. In the girls, Lyanna was placed into the Paladins, and very blatantly avoided all the people around her, still struggling to adapt to human society. ((Place your characters where you want them to be ))
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Post by Bloodrose on Feb 5, 2017 19:27:16 GMT -5
((Yeah so, night said he'd rp, and then decided to fall asleep 5 minutes later, so he's going to be quite missing until tomorrow -.- ))
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Post by 𝓼𝓲𝓵𝓿 on Feb 5, 2017 19:30:07 GMT -5
(Sounds good!)
Varina and Seneca had been sent to Varezi to be trained by the Elites underneath their father's wishes. He was sick and feared that when he passed he had not given his children skills to protect themselves. He knew the Varezians could do that. Where Seneca was a man built for fighting and swordsplay, Varina had work. She was a healer by nature, a thinker and a creator of hope. Not a fighter. It scared her and she found herself chewing at her lip worriedly as she was sorted.
At the call of their names the si kings moved to their proper placement. Seneca as a Thick and Varina as a Queen. She wasn't sure what it meant but she was ready for the challenge. Her heart pounding in her chest as she took her place.
Aurinda stood up by Ulfric and Morcan and watched the women with eager eyes. The recruits looked ready and she noted each of their faces, taking stock of each one carefully. Her smile remained the whole time and her eyes sparked with excitement.
(Where shall Kaf pop up??)
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Post by Bloodrose on Feb 5, 2017 19:31:03 GMT -5
((He and Lucifer can bump into each other on the island!!! Lucifer is an adventurous little sh*t so he's going to explore the forest. ))
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Post by 𝓼𝓲𝓵𝓿 on Feb 5, 2017 19:36:55 GMT -5
((He and Lucifer can bump into each other on the island!!! Lucifer is an adventurous little sh*t so he's going to explore the forest. )) (Perfect! Kaf can come down and have landed in a different spot than he'd wanted to and be wandering about the fored cursing 😂)
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Post by Bloodrose on Feb 5, 2017 19:38:13 GMT -5
((I'm gonna have to make some more elites ^.^"" I'm going to throw up WIP's.
Vituna/Varezi/Elite (Specialist) WIP/WIP Chosen: No. Ancientblood: Daughter of Magia. Elemental: No. Mage: Yes. N/A/N/A/ Other: Lesbian./Bloodrose
Aerith/15/Asiralath to Varezi/Elite (Warrior) WIP/WIP Chosen: No. Ancientblood: Son of Draco. Elemental: Yes, Fire. Mage: No. N/A/N/A/ Other: Bisexual. Aerith can transform at will into a dragon form, a power gained from his mother./Bloodrose
And that sounds bloody perfect, Sil 😂))
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Post by Bloodrose on Feb 5, 2017 19:42:45 GMT -5
Vituna smiled softly at Varina as she joined the group of Specialised girls, and offered her her hand. 'Names Vituna.' She said, her voice gentle and well spoken. 'It's a pleasure to be your comrade.'
Hathor cast his gaze curiously to the Asiralathian prince whom had joined their group, examining him for a while with a blank expression. He then moved over. 'I'm Hathor.' He said. His tone was polite, although devoid of much emotion as he offered the man his hand. His fingertips were blue, his skin dusted with frost and soft snowflakes, which also sat within his hair and on his eyelashes. If it weren't for his pure white eyes, one might mistake him for a royal, rather than a Truthseer son of Frost.
Morcan finally finished reading from the least and rolled up the scroll. 'Alright, Maggots.' He sneered. 'I am not your friend. I am your general and trainer, I have laws and rules, and once you are on that island, the only people you answer to are Me, Ulfric, and Aurinda. Is that understood?' A murmured chorus of agreement echoed, and Morcan narrowed his eyes, before roaring: 'Is that understood!!' The groups seemed to sh*t themselves, and they all yelled, 'Yes, Sir!!' Whilst swiftly moving to stand straighter, and more respectfully. 'Better.' Morcan growled. 'Now get your miserable as*es outside. Now!'
The groups scurried to obey, Lucifer's eyes wide. Morcan had seemed like a huge friendly bear- he'd have never expected a war-lord personality to come out of him like that. He was sure even Aurinda and the Prince and Princess from Asiralath would be surprised to see this new side of him.
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Post by Bloodrose on Feb 5, 2017 19:43:46 GMT -5
((Wait lemme add onto that to push it forwards a bit))
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Post by Bloodrose on Feb 5, 2017 19:47:22 GMT -5
((There))
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