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Post by Lythe on Sept 10, 2012 10:41:24 GMT -5
Her large mahogany eyes saddened. "Seeing as the attacker who killed my family seemed to not fear daylight, I doubt he has a scent. When I was a newborn, I remember being overwhelmed by my hightened senses. I tried to leave the woods and go back home, causing some damage to my surroundings in the attempt," She admitted sheepishly, "But I did not know what vampires smelled like until I met Rohwena... I'm sure Ronia is awake by now. Perhaps we should see how she and Taraxzaval made out the night." She said whilst gesturing to her slightly glowing skin and the sun above. "Besides, there's something I'd like to share with all of you." She stood, holding her hand out to help the fairy up.
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Post by Juniper on Oct 28, 2012 23:40:41 GMT -5
"Who are Ronia and Taraxzaval?" Alysia questioned, "The creatures you were with before?" She took hold of the vampires hand and lifted herself from the ground.
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Post by Lythe on Oct 28, 2012 23:55:49 GMT -5
Distance smiled as the fairy. "The troll and human with a quarter of elf's blood, yes."
Once the fairy was steady on her feet, Distance's smile turned into a full fledged grin.
"Race you there." She glanced at the fairy, a mischevious look in her eye, then sped past her.
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Post by Juniper on Oct 29, 2012 0:10:36 GMT -5
"Oh, darn it," Alysia muttered to herself. She wasted not a second extending her elegant wings and fluttering as fast as she could after the vampire. Distance was moving quite quickly, and Alysia had to push herself a little harder than usual to catch up with the girl. She loved the feeling of the cool morning wind rush through her hair, tingling her wings with adrenaline and excitement. She wished she could fly this fast forever, never stopping, never landing, just flying till the ends of the earth.
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Post by Lythe on Oct 29, 2012 0:32:49 GMT -5
Distance was quickly surprised when she noticed that not only could the fairy keep up with her, but she was actually surpassing her. This was partially due to the fact that, while Distance had to dodge trees and watch for roots, the fairy was able to simply glide through the air, nothing standing in her way. They made it to the willow in no time.
"You... you beat me." Distance gasped, slightly out of breath. She leaned gracefully against the tree's trunk.
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Post by Tivka Fews on Oct 30, 2012 22:23:16 GMT -5
Meris looked down at Ronia, his sea blue eyes widening significantly; he looked like a child who had been denied a favourite treat. Sylvanna took it upon herself continue making the evening meal, as she knew that Meris and Ronia had a lot to discuss about her previous statement. Meris sat in the chair closest to Ronia
“My beautiful, sweet girl. You are intelligent but have much to learn. Elves aren’t that adventurous; they are family oriented and only fight when provoked. You are not likely to find those with your spirit.”
“But it is possible; not likely but possible.” She said softly “Grandfather liked adventure, the great outdoors and discovery as I do, which goes so much against Elven beliefs that he was banned. Am I wrong?”
“No” answered Meris “but that was in his younger years, I knew him as a man of art, family and diligence.”
Ronia continued “I am young father, by both standards of my blood. I wish to experience what he experienced, but mostly I want to learn about where I come from, so maybe I can find out where I truly belong because as of late, I do not feel that this is where I am meant to be. Is that so wrong father?”
His intense stare became almost hypnotic as she waited for an answer. He was upset, something was troubling him but she could not figure out why. They somehow revealed nothing and everything at the same time. After what seemed like hours Meris stood up and shuffled over to the single shelf of books in the home. He pulled out a scroll and came back to unravelled it on the table. It revealed a map of the entire land
“I may not have travelled much in my life, but I have known enough people to know the stories of all the areas leading up to your destination. Which path shall you take?”
Ronia scanned the area between her little town and the Elven forest. She spotted the large town near her workplace of the mill and the hamlet where she slept outside of the night previous. There was vast empty space between the large town and the beginning of the Elven forest. She pointed out the emptiness to her father
“There must be something in this space, is it yet undiscovered?”
“It has been attempted by many, succeeded by few. And those few have come back with stories of monsters, horrors and toxicity from that area. I strongly suggest you avoid that area”
Her eyes moved northward of the empty space and noticed a mountain path leading directly into the forest. She would have to walk further north, through the mountains and mining towns. But this area was more hospitable it seemed
“What about the mountain path?”
“Infinitely more desirable, yet still a gamble. The last section of the mountain path is steep and treacherous. Not as many terrors, yet they do exist and have claimed lives.”
She sighed and looked down once more. Her father obviously wanted her to pick the smoothest path to her destination in order to give him piece of mind. She decided to pick the route that was obviously the one he found to be the most safe.
“What about the sea; it seems to take at least a fortnight to travel, but if one takes the right precautions and courses the sailing will be smooth and the only monsters will be the sea itself.”
“Not to mention people of the other cities where you will dock on your journey, but I’m sure you could deal with them, you are the daughter of a dock workman.”
Ronia smiled weakly “So I shall take the wet road to the forest?”
“Then it’s settled; you shall!” Meris stood again, rolling the map back and placing in its place. “I will do my very best to procure you a vessel of your very own. If not possible, I will find a vessel with a few find men to accompany you.”
“Thank you for your understanding and guidance father.” She hugged him tightly and he hugged her straight back.
“I am only doing my duties as a father to my brave girl.”
Meris then walked over towards Sylvanna and begain helping her make the final preparations for the meal. Ronia retook her place at the table. She hoped very much for the solo vessel; it would mean she could be completely in control. On the other hand, she had never done any task as large as guiding a boat by herself and for the first time worried that she might not be up to the task. But her pride would overshadow her fears; she couldn't back down from an opportunity like this.
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Post by Juniper on Nov 12, 2012 0:38:16 GMT -5
Alysia grinned and blushed. "I've had a lot of practice," she admitted. She landed gracefully, her feet grazing the earth in a delicate manner. "Where are your friends?" She asked the vampire girl quizzically. "Are they supposed to be here?"
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Post by Lythe on Nov 12, 2012 16:04:47 GMT -5
Distance lost the delighted sparkle in her eyes as she sniffed the air. That smell. It had been faint before but now it was much stronger. She tred cautiously, following the scent of her friends along with that of humans, the stench of blood wafting through the air, to a scattering of trees in which the middle lay taraxzavl's beaten body.
"Oh mercy." Distance ran to him but she knew it was too late. She could smell the death wafting from his green flesh. There was nothing she could do to save him, just as she could not save the fairy's rabbit friend. All she could do was...
"Do you mind giving me a minute... alone with him?" She whispered, trying to hold back tears.
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Post by Juniper on Jan 3, 2013 18:15:05 GMT -5
"Of course," Alysia nodded solemnly. "I'll wait for you by the river, just down there. call my name when you are close. It's Alysia, by the way."
She offered a smile of condolences for the vampire and flitted off through the forest. within a few mere moments, she had arrived at the river's edge. She hoped Distance would recover from her loss, then together they can search for Ronia. Alysia watched the water trickle over the rocks in the stream and prayed that no more harm would come to these new friends.
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Post by Juniper on Mar 24, 2013 10:56:28 GMT -5
Alysia sighed, frustrated. She kicked a stray pebble into the river's current and watch the ripples as they formed and disappeared over the water. It had been two days since she last saw Distance or Ronia. She had told the vampire to meet her by the water, but the girl had never arrived. Alysia wasn't sure if Distance was hurt, or if she had decided not to come at all. Whatever the case, Alysia had remained true to her word and had waited for someone to appear. She had been scavenging berries and seeds for food, and made close friends with most of the forest creatures. She had asked them to look out for Distance, in case one of the animals had seen the vampire girl wandering about. Perhaps Distance had gotten lost and was searching for Alysia all this time. So far, there hasn't been any word of a vampire sighting in the forest. The fairy dropped her head in her hands and curled up on the rock, debating whether she should just leave or continue to wait. The decision was a difficult one. If she just left, she could go home and continue to live her fairy life in the village. She would be able to continue making jewelry for the fairefolk in town and participate in the spring festival coming up. She had promised the festival committee that she would make crowns for the winners of the Flower Dance competition. Shaking her head, Alysia decided to stay put just for a while longer. Maybe Distance would come, and maybe she wouldn't. For now, however, Alysia picked up a daisy and began to weave it around a stick. She might as well start making the crowns now and not waste any more time.
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Post by Tivka Fews on Mar 26, 2013 22:06:11 GMT -5
Ronia’s excitement built up over her days at home. Even though her father had yet to procure her a vessel she became completely consumed in preparing for her journey. With her mother’s help she began preserving food and making new comfortable clothes to wear. Ronia would even offer her labour to shopkeepers to get essential objects. She worked at the candle maker’s shop for lanterns and the fish market for equipment for fishing. On her way home she would pass the bank; a key attraction for adventurers who wished to barter their prized kills and plunders with other likeminded folks. Now that she thought about it, many of these so called “heroes” were more like pirates than Good Samaritans. All they seemed to care about was making money off of their horrible deeds. She could barely even look at them anymore. Ronia passed quickly and made her way to her tiny cottage. She looked at all of the items she had gathered; maps from her father’s library, a few new cloaks and clothes, a medium sized net, her lanterns, oil and candles, rope and a few jars of jarred fruit and a small sack for whatever she might find along the way. With all the times spread out on the table, her mind took a turn for the worse; what if she didn’t have enough food, or was unable to gather more? What if she were to catch cold, or worse, get lost at sea? She could barely stand the thought of it all, when suddenly her old mother walked in.
“Good morning Ronia dear.” She said gently but with difficulty. It was harvest time for a few of the allotments and she had been in town to deliver the goods. Ronia got up from her seat to help her mother to a chair. She put her baskets down by the doorway.
“Mother, you seem very tired. You shouldn’t burden yourself to deliver the food when there are able bodied around to help you!” said Ronia
“If it wasn’t for my trips in town I’d never leave the house, and I do not wish to become confined just yet.” Said her mother firmly “Anyway dear, I have something for you. Go check the large basket
Ronia nodded and went to where she placed her mother’s things. Inside the largest one was a long leather casing protecting something long and thin. Ronia instantly knew it was a scabbard, and inside was a sword so she picked it up carefully. She slowly drew the sword out of the fur-lined scabbard and awed. The sword was short,sharp and beautifully crafted. The entire thing was made of pitch black metal, and had an animal-hide grip. Her mother finally caught her breath and spoke once more
“ It is blackened steel with a shark skin grip. Formerly owned by a Black Knight.”she said proudly
“But mother.” Ronia said “How much was this...and where did you even attain such a weapon?”
“I gave the general store clerk a free plot for the year for it.”
“Oh dear! That is a lot of money, why...”
“You are my only child, and I want you to be as safe as you can be. If that means wielding a weapon then so be it.”
Ronia paused for one moment. She never wanted to have weapons of any kind as she didn’t want to turn into the human adventurers she hated so. But if the sword would give her mother solace than she would take it.
“Thank you so much mother, I don’t know how I could ever repay you!” Ronia placed her new sword with her other times and hugged her dear mother.
“You are always my reward, my Ronia.”
“GOOD NEWS MY LITTLE ADVENTURER!” Meris said as he slammed the door open, he had done so many times before. Ronia looked at her father with excitement
“Have you found me a vessel?!” She squealed
“Yes, yes Ronia! I managed to purchase it off a retiring merchant! It is a small Sloop, 1 sail, usually handled by 2 men, but I believe you could manage it.” He smiled widely while Ronia went and hugged him
“I cannot thank you enough my generous parents. There are no words for all you have given me.”
“And you can pay us back for having a grand time on your journey.”
That very afternoon Ronia set out on the sea to start her journey. She almost felt guilty for leaving her generous parents without even paying them back, but it was in their nature to be selfless. As soon as ronia was out of port she looked at her map to check the fastest route. While her father would rather her take the open shore, she saw a series of wide rivers and lakes which would allow her to stay close to land while cutting time off her journey. And so her journey began.
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Post by Lythe on Apr 11, 2013 16:57:45 GMT -5
Distance tried to smile back but she couldn't bring herself to. When the fairy was out of sight Distance ran the back of her hand across taraxzavl's cheek, then his neck. She sighed deeply, then bit him. His blood was not sweet like the rabbit's, but bitter. Bitter with pain and torment. Bitter with the loss of naivete's bliss. She drank enough to satisfy two vampires. With renewed energy, she began digging a grave. In a few moments she was done. She gently lay the troll's body in the hole below, and pouring dirt over him until the ground was level. She bent to her knees, laying a hand over the mound and closed her eyes.
"I didn't know you long. But for the short time I did, I saw light and joy. May you continue to bring hope in your new life." She whispered. A single tear ran down her cheek. The wind changed direction and suddenly Distance could smell the subtle scent of her other friend who was still alive. Without a second thought she ran in the same direction Ronia had gone just after Taraxzaval's death.
She found the cottage Ronia lived in, but although she had many opportunities, she couldn't bring herself to talk to her. Distance felt it was somehow her fault that Taraxzaval was dead and was afraid that Ronia would blame her as well. So she watched. She spent two days debating whether or not to speak with the villager but all her attempts failed at the last minute, her confidence giving way to guilt. The next morning she realized that Ronia was leaving town. She followed Ronia to the docks, watching silently several yards away. When the boat left shore, Distance panicked. She ran to the edge of the harbor, diving into the cool water. She swam up beside the boat, digging her nails in between the rows of wood and climbed her way on board. Once on the ship she attempted to hide herself but froze in place.
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Post by Tivka Fews on Apr 12, 2013 20:35:20 GMT -5
((OOC the ship www.downeastsail.com/surprise_stbrd.JPG A few details: steering wheel is at the rear, the main sail and stairs to go into the hull are closer to the rear, and there is a hollow area at the front of the boat for items like sails. The hull is mostly empty except for 2 hammocks, 1 being detached, and Ronia's things in the back corner. It has no name as of yet.)) The weather on this afternoon was perfect for sailing. The steady winds pushed through her boat's sails and moved her boat smoothly Despite the perfect weather her ship creaked and squeaked, but she could not complain; it was a nice vessel perfect for navigating both the sea and rivers. Ronia looked down at her map and realized she needed to turn in order to reach the river. She went up the stairs towards the steering wheel. She made a sharp right, causing some equipment at the front to shift. When she went to look she spotted a glimpse of something shimmering in the afternoon sun, and it wasn’t rope. “Only a few minutes out and I already have a stowaway? Who goes there?” Ronia said confidently |
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Post by Lythe on Apr 15, 2013 4:36:04 GMT -5
Ronia looked so happy and at peace. Tears began to fill Distance's large mahogany eyes.
"He's dead. Taraxzaval's dead." Her small shoulders bobbed up and down as she cried, tears soaking her cheeks and neck.
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Post by Tivka Fews on Apr 15, 2013 22:02:24 GMT -5
Ronia was taken aback when the Distance showed herself to her. A part of her was glad that the stowaway was someone she recognized, another part was confused as to why she was wet, and another still was reminded of the tragic fate tender-hearted troll. Ronia had no idea how the girl had found her, but that if nothing else she had to tell Distance about Taraxzval for hopes that it would bring her some peace.
"I know, Distance. Some adventurers were passing through the forest when they saw the two of us at rest under the trees. Somehow those drunken fools thought I was in danger so they took up arms and attacked him. The cowardly fools charged him while he was still at rest. While Taraxzval fought hard, their cheap tactics and equipment overpowered his strength."
As Ronia told the story she could feel pure and hot anger rise within her.
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