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Post by krystalblood on Jun 7, 2006 18:58:56 GMT -5
Krystalblood dashed into the dusty path that led through the Esthmeria Forest, not caring where she went. Even as she passed the fork in the road before she entered the cavern of branches she knew she had made the wrong choice. She didn't care, however, because she could still here the heavy breaths and footfalls of the soldiers after her. Why oh why did she have to take those items from that rich house in Drakkar Trading Post when the soldiers were looking for her!? Now they were on her trail and this could possibly be her most closest escape encounter yet. Now she just had to escape.
As the path wound on and sunlight stareted to dissappear between the net of foilage she felt herself pulling away from the group. Unfortunately, as she looked back she tripped upon a root that was in her way and tumbled into the trees on the right side of the path. Gasping and standing upright she dared not to go back on the path but, instead, dashed closer to the Heart of the Forest, hoping desperately to get away from the many heavily armed soldiers on her tail. After a few panic-striken minutes of running she stopped in one of the many clearings, little more then a small hole in the leaves above her that let sunlight pass through and hit the ground below. Steam rose from the ground as weeds and moss alike fought for the meager amount of light.
Krystal stopped, blood pounding in her ears and tried to listen to see if anyone was still after her. All was silent.
"Phew." Krystal muttered, flopping onto the ground, chest heaving. "I never thought I'd escape from this one and tell the tale. Now," she stood up. "Where in the Nine Hecks am I?" she wondered, looking at the foreign terrain around her.
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Post by shadowelmo on Jun 11, 2006 22:36:16 GMT -5
A slender, cloaked figure rode on a black stallion. She whispered something in its ear and the stallion whinnied trotting forward. In front of them lay a beautiful scene.An ancient forest, the trees whispered,their ancient language whispering to her.The wind tugged at the dark green hood and she urged the elven stallion forward galloping toward into the forest, pulling the cloak farther over her head. Feawen, for that was her name looked to sky, and let out an enchanting whistle. Soon a small speck appeared in the sky and soon a Merlin gracefully landed on her shoulder. She let out a smile from beneath her hood. She, the stallion, and the Merlin were the only ones left from a place in the Lunandrial forest. She had come from the elven city of Sarnthia, it had been destroyed Because someone had been looking for her, someone evil. She sighed. She would never truly tell anyone who she was, and what rank she held her city (hint***HER x3) sadness sparked in her eyes but she continued on she was now reaching a line of Hawthorns and ashes; she hesitated then urged the strong stallion through the line of trees.Feawen smiled and raised her violet eyes to the trees above. Her focus started to blur as she remembered her past...... "Come on Feawen, ill race you to the top" a merry laugh came from an elf maiden with long brown hair that was braided to her waist. Feawen let out a crystal-bell like laugh "you know ill beat you" Another slender figure shot up the tree. Her golden hair flowed behind her.She laughed finally breaking to the canopy of the tree "I win!" she shouted. "Leona??" she looked down seeing no one. "Leona??" she started to descend down the tree. Her cries became more frantic and she started to run back to the city. Hoping her friend was there. Feawen let out a cry of sadness. Before her lay the ruins of her beloved city of Sarnthia. The great pillars of light were crumpled and burned to the ground. "Father!!" she cried out her violet eyes looking around frantically, "Leona!!!? Mowen??!" she fell to her knees sobbing "anyone?" ........Suddenly her vision refocused and she let out a sob. The Merlin upon her Shoulder piped a sad, confused note. A crystal like tear fell from under her hood. She looked up, her violet eyes shaded in the shadow of her hood.-DONE- ((hope that sounded okay and she's not like SOBBING..just shedding a tear when she remembers that sorrowful event))
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Post by krystalblood on Jun 12, 2006 16:22:25 GMT -5
Krystal suddenly flicked an ear behind her. Horse-like footfalls. "Shoot!" Krystal exclaimed, backing up a few steps. "They sent knights and horseman after me!? It was only a few friggin' hundred pieces of gold. I bet the merchant who owned that house makes five times that much in a week!" she growled to herself. Whipping out her bow she knocked an arrow to it.
"I can't run because I'm so tired, and If they send horsemen they must have a lot of soldiers after me. But I doubt horses can get through the brush here easily." she said, rapidly forming a plan. She heard the sound getting closer and she backed up to the other side of the clearing, ready to shoot an arrow for the horse's chest when it appeared.
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Post by shadowelmo on Jun 12, 2006 17:29:13 GMT -5
Feawen, with her keen hearing, heard sound up ahead. Seeing the brush ahead she smiled. It was about 6 feet high. A hard feat for a regular horse, but to an elven stallion, tis just a small bush. She whispered a strange language in the horses black ear, and it whinnied going up into a gallop. And with much grace, the horse jumped into the air, so high, it seemed to fly. It landed with a thump on the other side ((okay, i hope thats not to far for a horse to jump...if so ill chage it)) Feawen's purple orbs widened in fear as she saw the girl with an arrow knocked. Quickly she built up her magic, in the case that the girl shot. She wached her wearily, yet with curiosity from under the shadow of her hood.
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Post by krystalblood on Jun 12, 2006 18:02:23 GMT -5
Krystal loosed an arrow with fright, it whistled past the horse's rider; an elf! She thought she heard a ripping of cloth and Krystal gasped.
"I-you-I had these soldiers-oh my gosh!" Krystal stuttered out, surprised to see one of her own kind here. She definately didn't expect an elf in these parts! And as a matter of fact, what WAS she doing here? There were many elf clans, and it was common knowledge that not every one of them got along nicely. Quickly sidestepping past the coal black steed Krystal picked up her arrow and nocked it, facing the elven girl, aware krystal was one as well.
"What are you doing here? Answer me swiftly or i this arrow won't miss next time!" she threatened. Elf or not, strangers through the forest often carried gold and fine jewlery...
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Post by shadowelmo on Jun 12, 2006 18:39:43 GMT -5
Feawen glared at the girl, a hand was held fast to one of the scimitars at her slender waist. Usually she would not answer a stranger so formely with her actions but the arrow told her other wise. SHe heald her magic at the brink of her mind, in case the girl decided her answer was not the best. "I head to a town near the bottom of Narta's Peak" she said. Her voice ringing out like a sweet note plucked from a harp. "This is the swiftest way" she continued on. "I meet someone in the town, and who and why....i do not beleive is the buisness of strangers" she said curtly. The elven stallion snorted, bucking his head uncomfartably. THe merlin on her shoulder screeched angrily at this girl with the bow, his intelligent, acidic yellow eyes watching her every move.
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Post by krystalblood on Jun 12, 2006 19:37:45 GMT -5
Krystal did not lower her gaze or weapon, she hardly blinked. What was the sweet sound of an elf if Krystal said it every time she opened her mouth? Coming from another elf's throat was no different.
Krystal wasn't sure, she had heard of corrupted elves joining with the soldiers. Perhaps this strange elf was no different, merely enticing her to let her guard down, and strike when the moment was right. Krystal's yellow eyes flashed a blood red for an instant, then flared down like a smoldering fire. No, why would she stray so far from the path if she was simply going to the next town? And besides, Cloud's clan entrance was not too far from here. What of that? Too many suspicions for this elf to be a simple traveler. Krystal had always prepared for the worst. It had kept her alive so far, why quit now? Another corrupted elf dead was always a plus to her, and a few more gold coins in her pocket.
"Perhaps I don't believe your answer? What would you say to that?" she answered, staring into the elf's purple eyes.
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Post by shadowelmo on Jun 12, 2006 20:24:38 GMT -5
Feawen pondered her quesetion... "My words do not enquire you to" she said simply. "I do not wish for trouble." She said. The crescent moon on Feawen's shoulder glowed and her cloak shifted reavealing it. Seeing it from the corner of her eyes Feawen quickly recovered her cloak over it, hoping the elf had not seen it. ((its like a wierd birthmark of hers....someone is looking for her so that is one of the main things to look for if your searching for her)) SHe eyed the elf wearily. "Please just let me pass, i wish for no trouble" sadness dripped from her melodic voice. An image of her ruined city flashed before her eyes. She diverted her purple eyes to the stallion'swild black mane. ((um...krystal? erm...my friend wants me to join her clan which she just made...but i love rping here as well....do you think i should join hers...but then i could still stay here???))
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Post by denephew on Jun 13, 2006 11:36:41 GMT -5
Cloud was had ran the path, hoping his new members would follow. He saw an elf riding a black stallion, talking to an unknown source who had sounded like krystal from a distance. Cloud snuck up behind the stallion so stealthily that there was no possible way the elf could hear him. Cloud waved to krystal, who he had now recognized, and mouthed 'Don't let her leave. I want her to join the clan.' Cloud said. This elf seemed to be royalty, and definately possessed some sort of magic, which would be very helpful. Cloud was waiting until krystal gave Cloud his "cue". ((I'd like you to stay in our clan, if you don't mind. You could still RP, but i would be disappointed if you left.||Krystal, please only Role-play in 1 area at a time, btw. I took the thing where you left the other one as you were coming here, though.))
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Post by shadowelmo on Jun 13, 2006 11:52:21 GMT -5
Although Feawen had not seen Cloud. The merlin upon her shoulder, weary of this forest, did. His Yellow acidic eyes watched him. Then opening his beak let out a screech to inform his beloved. ((the merlin is like Feawen's familiar)) At the sound Feawen tore her gaze from the elf and realligned upon Cloud. A hand was upon one of her scimitars. ~why could they just not let her pass in peace~ she thought to herself. Not letting her purple gaze grip upon cloud. Watching him with increased interest from under the shadow of her hood. Her grip tightnened on the hilt and her knuckles turned white from the pressure.
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Post by Gtkmasters on Jun 13, 2006 14:41:36 GMT -5
Blade watched as Cloud and Krystal left. He decided to follow. He brought out his dagger just in case and walked across the clearing to the place Krystal and Cloud disappeared. He walked through the forest with his hood up to help block out the sunlight. He heard a horse and three people. He saw Cloud and Krystal but he did not recognize the other person except the fact she was an elf. He noticed her tight grip on her sword. She looked as if she did not take kindly to intruders. Blade stood there silent and watched.
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Post by krystalblood on Jun 13, 2006 15:33:33 GMT -5
Krystal groaned heavily, taking out her sword and ramming it into a tree. 'WHEN WILL I WIN!?' she complained to her self, and with each word jamming her sword in a little further. After a few seconds Krystal gained her composure and sheathed her sword(after hauling it out of the tree with some difficulty) and growled, sidestepping over to Cloud.
"She's trying to kill me you idiot!" she muttered, giving Cloud a mental message as well.
"I'm being chased by Drakkar Trading Post's Guard Force, and she's one of em! A corrputed elf. Don't trust her, PLEASE." she begged, switching completely over to mental messages. Krystal turned slightly when she heard footsteps and saw Blade behind her, watching them curiously. She made an angry face and hissed, "Get outta here newcomer!"
(XDDD that was fun to imagine)
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Post by Gtkmasters on Jun 13, 2006 15:38:18 GMT -5
Blade glared at krystal angry that she had to be so condescending. She had given his position away. She was going to get them all killed. Screaming in the middle of a forest would be stupid. If she was on the run after that mess with the merchant she shouldnt be acting so recklessly. If they were in the presense of a guard I think that she would have acted by now and not make up a story.
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Post by shadowelmo on Jun 13, 2006 15:57:08 GMT -5
Feawen urged the horse so it shifted now facing them all. Her deep orbs filled with a deeper sadness which she did not wish to speak of. Her hand still gripped her scimitar, weary of these strangers. Her eyes pained in sympathy as she heard the tree's rustling leaves call out in pain, in the voice of the trees, as the elf ferousily hacked at it. "Stop!" she cried out, a tone of concern and urgency in her voice. She jumped off her mount, her cloak billowing gracefully about her slender legs, Her hood blew off revealing a water fall of golden hair, pointed ears, and her deep, sorrowfull, purple orbs. WIth the grace of a panther she walked to the tree, placing a hand upon the bark and giving a terrible glacne to Krystal. She closed her eyes and the bark slowly started to stitch together. Finally her lids opened revealing the purple abyss of her eyes. "Soon" she whispered kindly to the tree then turned, her eyes aflame, settling upon Krystal.
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Post by Gtkmasters on Jun 13, 2006 16:08:30 GMT -5
Blade watched as the bark receded back into the tree as if Krystal never hit the tree. He knew that this elf was not to be messed with and what krystal had done angered the elf. This was not going to end well. He knew that Krystal had the same thoughts but he wasnt sure if she knew that she could lose this battle and that this elf was not an ordinary elf. If Krystal had any hope of stopping the fight or winning it once it started she needed to calm down.
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