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Post by Bloodrose on Jan 14, 2017 19:21:11 GMT -5
'No. I just said we'll wait a few months for it.' Morcan responded, with a little agitation. 'There's no point taking a group of six to the island. They can't do any of the challenges and it just won't work.' He looked away, annoyed, and placed the paperwork back on his desk. He glanced at Ulfric with a sigh. 'Can I share your bunk tonight?' He mumbled.
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Post by Nighteyes on Jan 14, 2017 19:29:30 GMT -5
Ulfric blinked, then nodded. "Sure, sure." He said, smiling softly. "So. How are you planning on keeping Aiden cool whilst at the kingsmeet?" He then asked, smirking slightly.
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 14, 2017 19:31:52 GMT -5
'Been here since I was 6 and bitten,' he responded, a grim and angry expression on his face. 'Tossed out of the carriage without a second thought by my father. Didn't even leave me any food. If it weren't for my transformation, I'd have starved.' He looked away, plucking at the grass, every so often feeling a wave of dizziness from exhaustion. "He was a bad father," Illianna responded. It was rare she felt anger, but she felt a solidarity with stories like this. "I was...young, when I was left here. I don't remember who by. I'm not sure why either -- not because I am a...a..." she stopped herself before she said it. She didn't want to upset him again. So instead she just pulled herself further inside her hood to hide her tinted cheeks -- this was why she hated people! Always saying the wrong thing. All these different words had different meanings. Meanings within meanings, like secret codes. It frustrated her. So she tried to change the subject. Not by talking, no, but by hauling herself upwards until she sat upright and could reach her bag. There, she found some dried meat, parceling some dried nuts and a few berries -- like a dumpling. She handed it to Covel, hoping he accepted it, not only to help her win his kindness back but also because he was definitely in need of food.
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Post by Bloodrose on Jan 14, 2017 19:35:12 GMT -5
He accepted it without a single word, his silence no longer angry as he unwrapped the parcel and began to nibble. He barely even gave it a second thought that she'd changed the subject, now far more interested in the fact that she was feeding him. He had simple, easily solved needs. He glanced at her curiously, unable to help thinking, however, what she had been about to say to him before she'd cut herself off. How strange that she'd suddenly stopped talking out of nowhere. He couldn't understand it, but he'd respect what she wanted and not pry into her life.
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 14, 2017 19:47:08 GMT -5
Illianna peeked out from behind her hood and tried to hold back a giggle. "You're a hungry one, aren't you," she said, a statement rather than a question. Her strength was coming back to her now, after a good ten minutes of rest. She eventually pulled herself up and to her feet, wobbling a little at first but remembering how to stand again fairly quickly. "I have more food back at my...ehh...place. The place where I sleep and mix herbs," that was the best way she could describe it. There were other words for it, she was sure, but nothing came to mind quick enough.
"It's not far. I can help you walk," she offered, extending one hand to Covel to help him up.
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 14, 2017 20:17:30 GMT -5
[[sleepy Lily sleeps now uvu ]]
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Post by telirius on Jan 15, 2017 2:07:32 GMT -5
((Thinking about making a couple characeters, are there any people in the Empire faction?))
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Post by Nighteyes on Jan 15, 2017 4:12:57 GMT -5
((Thinking about making a couple characeters, are there any people in the Empire faction?)) ((If you mean Brah'gan, then there is only a WIP for the Emperor that myself and Rose are sharing ))
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Post by Nighteyes on Jan 15, 2017 4:14:01 GMT -5
((The character sheets that everyone has made should be up on the front page on Monday. I make no promises though ^^ ))
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Post by Bloodrose on Jan 15, 2017 7:22:19 GMT -5
((The Kingdom of Bra'ghan is open to advisors, a shield-brother for the emperor if you so wish, soldiers, angry rebellious citizens, and the like. ^.^ Thankyou for considering joining us!))
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 15, 2017 7:55:56 GMT -5
[[Lily awakens now]]
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Post by Bloodrose on Jan 15, 2017 8:13:27 GMT -5
((Afternoon Lily! ^.^))
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Post by Nighteyes on Jan 15, 2017 12:11:29 GMT -5
((Heya Lily ))
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Post by Bloodrose on Jan 15, 2017 12:14:59 GMT -5
Illianna peeked out from behind her hood and tried to hold back a giggle. "You're a hungry one, aren't you," she said, a statement rather than a question. Her strength was coming back to her now, after a good ten minutes of rest. She eventually pulled herself up and to her feet, wobbling a little at first but remembering how to stand again fairly quickly. "I have more food back at my...ehh...place. The place where I sleep and mix herbs," that was the best way she could describe it. There were other words for it, she was sure, but nothing came to mind quick enough. "It's not far. I can help you walk," she offered, extending one hand to Covel to help him up. 'Thankyou.' Convel mumbled around the food, allowing her to pull him to his feet. 'I have a den a few miles out from here, but no doubt it's been ransacked and raided by now.' He sighed, finishing the food and swallowing it, already feeling better. 'There's so many kids in here nowadays.'
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Post by Bloodrose on Jan 15, 2017 12:16:51 GMT -5
Ulfric blinked, then nodded. "Sure, sure." He said, smiling softly. "So. How are you planning on keeping Aiden cool whilst at the kingsmeet?" He then asked, smirking slightly. 'I'm bringing Katherine.' He replied, looking up at him. 'Her presence should make Aiden at least a little wary around Inai.' He shook his head. 'I wish he had a cooler head.' He sighed. 'Papa would have taught him that.' He mumbled, looking into his lap, wearing a guilty expression. Morcan often felt at fault for Aiden's explosive behaviour, and wished he'd done a better job.
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Post by Nighteyes on Jan 15, 2017 12:28:38 GMT -5
Ulfric paused, then sat down. "Not your fault Morcan. Not your fault at all. You helped run an entire country and raised him from a very young age. And there is only a few years difference between you." He sighed and tilted his head, the corner of his mouth twitching slightly as he tried to smile. "Get a drink down ya, and go to sleep." He said, taking the list from him and putting it to the side.
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Post by Bloodrose on Jan 15, 2017 13:23:11 GMT -5
Morcan tiredly glanced up at him and nodded, then moved off to join the other elites and drink with them, taking a seat and smiling slightly as they messed about with each other, laughing. Most of the elites in this barrack were younger and had trained under him; all of the elites older than him had trained under his father, Khan. Gods, did he miss his father. He shook his head and began to wonder what they were going to do about Daniel.
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 15, 2017 15:41:24 GMT -5
[[ill be on properly in 30 minutes. Rp then]]
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 15, 2017 18:36:23 GMT -5
[[Well, that was a lie. Sorry guys I've had one hell of an evening :/. Which means my rp responses will be crappier than usual]]
"I'd agree," Illiana said, stepping over a few logs and spare bits of foliage until she made it to a rough pathway, littered with blackened dead leaves. She didn't talk for most of the journey, down the not secret, but not known pathway. It was a path cleverly disguised by a few bushes, some tangled weeds and even a thicket of trees you practically had to squeeze through to get there. But finally, they got to the big-grass, as Illiana called it; towering ferns at least six fet high that you had to hack through. But once you did, you would be there -- at her...place. As they traveled through the ferns, Illiana found the courage to ask the question that had been burning on her mind since she'd met him.
"Why...Why do they all make you live here? You are people -- most people like living in towns. Not me, but that's because I'm not from Zale'mas. Why do they make....people, like you, live here, when the rulers are also like you? And they get celebrated?"
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Post by Bloodrose on Jan 15, 2017 19:11:02 GMT -5
He sighed at her question and followed her in. 'Because 99% of werewolves don't have any consciousness when they transform on a full moon. They don't know what they're doing; the beast completely takes over and wants to do nothing but kill everything in sight. The Royals, however, are sentient; they think as perfectly as they do when they're human- they're just in a different, furrier body.' He finished explaining. 'The people fear us. That's why they hate us and banish us here.'
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 15, 2017 19:27:42 GMT -5
He sighed at her question and followed her in. 'Because 99% of werewolves don't have any consciousness when they transform on a full moon. They don't know what they're doing; the beast completely takes over and wants to do nothing but kill everything in sight. The Royals, however, are sentient; they think as perfectly as they do when they're human- they're just in a different, furrier body.' He finished explaining. 'The people fear us. That's why they hate us and banish us here.' "Then that's your problem," Illiana said, finally finding the door to her 'place'. She put her hand on a big stone slab on the ground, then a flash of magic crackled over it and suddenly it became easy to move. "You need to learn how to be a wolf, with the mind of a person." She hopped down a long rope ladder until suddenly she was in the underground cavern that she called a 'place', and looking around, she couldn't help but feel a sense of pride. The 'walls' were really the roots of a great tree, packaging away the dirt behind their vast networks of natural rope. Illiana loved this tree, and fed it by creating a water rim around the perimeter of her one-roomed underground place. In turn, the roots let Illiana thread little flowers into it and live, beaming plants of several different kinds of flowers and herbs garnished the cavern walls. Although, the cavern was not totally natural. The fire-place had been built out of rocks, and a chimney had been dug to let smoke out. There was a book case, and some books. Pots, pans, plates and cutlery tucked into messy drawers and this and that. Then, there were blankets thrown around the place. Some were tough as rugs and some were soft downy throws. The pillows on the floor had been made of such blankets, sown with thistle down. And while the place was not totally made by her, she was still proud of it. "Go sit, make yourself warm. You can sleep with many coverings, on the floor, like I do. Oh, and there is a lake near by where you can wash -- I will show you tomorrow. Do you need more food? I have nuts and seeds. I have more healing things too. I make them," Illiana gestured to a wood-carved table cluttered with a few herbery books, mortars, pestles and little knives and boiling pots to make poultices and tonics. Illiana went to it. Of course, her cavern was lit by many magical lanterns, but she still enjoyed the starlight her occasional ceiling windows gave her. There, she felt safe. Safe enough to let down her hood and expose the fullness of her poker straight, light blonde hair, pale olive skin and crystaline eyes. She turned to Covel, letting him see her full face for the first time -- hoping he could see the vulnerability and how genuine she was being. "I...I want to help you," she murmured eventually. "I want to help the people-wolves,"
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 15, 2017 19:28:08 GMT -5
[[Tell me if that house description is too op btw. If it is I can tone it down]]
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Post by Bloodrose on Jan 15, 2017 20:04:46 GMT -5
Convel gazed appreciatively around the room, gaze skimming everything slowly in order to take it in, before he turned to look at her. 'I don't like nuts and seeds; I'll hunt for myself tomorrow.' He replied, moving to sit down on the floor and cross his legs beneath him, quietly continuing to examine the 'room' so he could take it all in, silently impressed by its beauty. 'And i couldn't tell you how to help us, other than to be our voice.' He replied, looking at her. 'You're best off starting at Slavers bay- or making an appeal to the Royals.' He said, running a hand through his hair, a habit from nerves. 'There's not much else you can do for us. We're unwanted, and we've had to come to accept that; it's been this way for many centuries, so it's nothing new.' He told her, fiddling with a bracelet he wore.
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 15, 2017 20:07:45 GMT -5
[[So, I thought these characters might be slightly useful in the ww rebellion plot? See what you think
Akantha-Dagmær (A-can-th-a Day-g-meer)/146/Zael'mas (howling forests)/Werewolf pack leader/ Akantha has a highly muscular body and stands tall at 6' 1'', she has strong thighs and upper arms as well as prominent breasts which she usually wears low cut tops to show off, as she considers them a symbol of pride. Her hair is done in thick corn rows and braids that trail all the way down, and her eyes are amber-scallops which signify her lycanthropy. She also has small fangs protruding out her lips. Akantha usually wears dark red/gold make up and places personal beauty high on her list, usually wears tribalish clothing or leather corsets/armour/At the age of 28, she was bitten by werewolf and her father, a high ranking court official, arranged for her to stay within the cities of Zale'mas and not exile her. However, at 30, Akantha felt solidarity with werewolves who were forced out and went there of her own accord. Akantha can sometimes be labeled as cruel and sadistic. However, she does have a strong sense of loyalty and is a good leader of her pack, inspiring obedience by fear or reverence. She is extremely proud of her lycanthropy and actually chose to stay in the howling forest amongst her kind. Despises those who despise werewolves, and can sometimes have a sense of humour and a prominent sexuality. Chosen: no/Ancientblood: no/Elemental: no/Mage: no Dragon: none/Family: none that she's in contact with, anyway/Misc: quite distinctively lesbian and is half elven, meaning she still looks like she's in her late 20's even though she's over 100. Currently, she has some control over her consciousness when she transforms but it's unstable and can sometimes face away. Has had previous relationship with Illiana Red-Lake/Lilystar88
Krisztián Calderwood (Called Chris or Kree for short)/ 63/Zale'mas (howling forests)/werewolf/Kree is short, around 5' 4'' and has wispy platinum hair and mutton chops. His eyes are the distinctive amber of a werewolf, and he is often found in different but steadily poor quality beige clothing, with long fur capes made out of bears he finds in the Howling Forests. His skin is pale and he looks very aged/Until the age of his late 40's, Kris was a high ranking priest of Sapiente and was extremely devout, and lived in Aquadell. However when he was bit by a werewolf lover of his, he was 'persuaded' to leave the priesthood and join his 'own kind' in the Howling Forests. Bitter and angry at Sapiente, and just about everyone else. he spends his days roaming around the forest trying to find alcohol and drink to pass the time/Chosen: no/Ancientblood: no/Elemental: used to have slight ability to manipulate water, but has faded once he's hit the bottle/Mage: no/Dragon: None/Family: None in contact with, anyway: Misc: grumpy wee git/Lilystar88 ]]
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 15, 2017 20:15:08 GMT -5
Convel gazed appreciatively around the room, gaze skimming everything slowly in order to take it in, before he turned to look at her. 'I don't like nuts and seeds; I'll hunt for myself tomorrow.' He replied, moving to sit down on the floor and cross his legs beneath him, quietly continuing to examine the 'room' so he could take it all in, silently impressed by its beauty. 'And i couldn't tell you how to help us, other than to be our voice.' He replied, looking at her. 'You're best off starting at Slavers bay- or making an appeal to the Royals.' He said, running a hand through his hair, a habit from nerves. 'There's not much else you can do for us. We're unwanted, and we've had to come to accept that; it's been this way for many centuries, so it's nothing new.' He told her, fiddling with a bracelet he wore. Illiana pursed her lips, slightly cross at his pessimism. He had been the second werewolf she'd invited into her home, and the first one had just the same thoughts, and perhaps a little too much ferocity...even in human form. She thought back to those days for a moment -- helping, healing, working with wolves. She knew they deserved more than what they got -- just like her, they deserved a better life than being stuck in a forest. She brought over a small drink of something warm, that tasted faintly of lavender but more importantly had healing properties, and a little poppy - powder to help him sleep. She passed him the ceramic mug, took her own, which was full of cedar-root, to help her magic grow back, and sat down beside him, sipping gently. "They wouldn't listen to just me -- but, more wolves, they might. They might tell us the secret -- the secret to keeping people-wolves have their people mind when they're in their wolf body. We could come up with a list of....things, things that we -- I mean you, the people-wolves, want. Would...would you help me?"
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Post by Bloodrose on Jan 15, 2017 20:19:56 GMT -5
((OH GUYS IM SO SORRY I FORGOT TO MENTION.
The whole age thing!!!! Okay, so if you're in a place like Bra'ghan, where you can live to be 500, at the age of 150, say, you're like to still look like a teen.
When growing you age at a normal pace until you reach the age of 18 (this is in every kingdom.) and from there it slows to match the pace of your particular species
So someone who is 300 living in Bra'ghan will look like they're in their mid thirties/early fourties
However, people CAN STILL DIE FROM OLD AGE. This is considered old!!!! It's only really the Royals who can live to the ripe age of 500, or the designated age of the kingdom. You can look 20, feel 20, and still die from old age if you are in, let's say, Varezi! It all depends on whereabouts you live, and the conditions you've grown up in!! I'm sorry if this is really confusing, I've tried my best to explain it. I just don't want any confusion! I should have put this up on the first page from the start, really ;n; ))
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 15, 2017 20:26:05 GMT -5
((OH GUYS IM SO SORRY I FORGOT TO MENTION. The whole age thing!!!! Okay, so if you're in a place like Bra'ghan, where you can live to be 500, at the age of 150, say, you're like to still look like a teen. When growing you age at a normal pace until you reach the age of 18 (this is in every kingdom.) and from there it slows to match the pace of your particular species So someone who is 300 living in Bra'ghan will look like they're in their mid thirties/early fourties However, people CAN STILL DIE FROM OLD AGE. This is considered old!!!! It's only really the Royals who can live to the ripe age of 500, or the designated age of the kingdom. You can look 20, feel 20, and still die from old age if you are in, let's say, Varezi! It all depends on whereabouts you live, and the conditions you've grown up in!! I'm sorry if this is really confusing, I've tried my best to explain it. I just don't want any confusion! I should have put this up on the first page from the start, really ;n; )) [[So...are my char's aged alright?]]
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Post by Bloodrose on Jan 15, 2017 20:31:04 GMT -5
((Yes!! ^.^ I just wanted to make a notice for everyone because it suddenly hit me that I didn't explain 3: I'm so sorry for being so unorganised, I'm trying my best))
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Post by Nighteyes on Jan 15, 2017 20:33:31 GMT -5
((Za'rai Khari/163/Zale'mas/Omega within Akantha's pack/ As the omega of the pack, Za'rai is often the butt of everyone's jokes, and often an outlet for their anger and frustration. He knows deep down that this role is important; it often stops others from fighting against each other when they know they can just take it out on him. As a result, he often has large bruises down his sides, on his legs and arms, and sometimes on his face. He also has bite marks on his arms and legs, as well as his stomach. The main scar on his body, however, is the bite on his shoulder; this is where the werewolf that turned him had bitten. He holds no ill bearing towards the particular wolf, knowing full well that they weren't in control, and so has learnt to deal with his condition, some could even say that he has completely accepted it. Za'rai stands at 5'8, has black hair, lightly tanned skin and the typical amber eyes. He never bothers with fancy clothes; they'd only get damaged, and chooses to wear ragged trousers instead. Chosen: No/Ancientblood: no/Elemental: no/Mage: no Dragon: no/Family:none anymore/Other: bi, able to think for himself when he transforms, but he still follows his instincts))
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Post by Bloodrose on Jan 15, 2017 20:35:17 GMT -5
Convel gazed appreciatively around the room, gaze skimming everything slowly in order to take it in, before he turned to look at her. 'I don't like nuts and seeds; I'll hunt for myself tomorrow.' He replied, moving to sit down on the floor and cross his legs beneath him, quietly continuing to examine the 'room' so he could take it all in, silently impressed by its beauty. 'And i couldn't tell you how to help us, other than to be our voice.' He replied, looking at her. 'You're best off starting at Slavers bay- or making an appeal to the Royals.' He said, running a hand through his hair, a habit from nerves. 'There's not much else you can do for us. We're unwanted, and we've had to come to accept that; it's been this way for many centuries, so it's nothing new.' He told her, fiddling with a bracelet he wore. Illiana pursed her lips, slightly cross at his pessimism. He had been the second werewolf she'd invited into her home, and the first one had just the same thoughts, and perhaps a little too much ferocity...even in human form. She thought back to those days for a moment -- helping, healing, working with wolves. She knew they deserved more than what they got -- just like her, they deserved a better life than being stuck in a forest. She brought over a small drink of something warm, that tasted faintly of lavender but more importantly had healing properties, and a little poppy - powder to help him sleep. She passed him the ceramic mug, took her own, which was full of cedar-root, to help her magic grow back, and sat down beside him, sipping gently. "They wouldn't listen to just me -- but, more wolves, they might. They might tell us the secret -- the secret to keeping people-wolves have their people mind when they're in their wolf body. We could come up with a list of....things, things that we -- I mean you, the people-wolves, want. Would...would you help me?" He sniffed at the brew she'd brought over but thought nothing of the scents, sipping it and wrinkling his nose with distaste. 'Call us weres or Lycans, Illiana- it'll be easier on your tongue.' He told her, giving her a sidelong glance. 'Our best shot would probably be gathering a small group and demanding an audience with the ruler.' He said, twirling a braid around his finger. He highly doubted this would go well; the wolves fought among themselves already, and could barely stand being in the close vicinity of one another. The biggest challenge would be actually managing to get a group together to even go speak to the ruler.
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