Fantasy Forging the Legends of Ravinia

[Kylesar1]

The Tyranny of King Valerian
The Return of Corruption
The Calm After War
50 years after the events of The Calm After War, which was a war between the Orcs and the Elves..........

After a group of legendary heroes made their marks on a world, they're done for good. After the death of their leader, the group simply known as the Adventurers, later deemed the Ravinian Crusaders, went into retirement after the decades of fighting in at least 2 wars each, 4 for two of the members, finally caught up to them and they decided that they were done adventuring and fighting for good.

Ravinia remains the same, just much richer in Epics, stories, mythology, and memorials from their grand adventurers. Legends aren't born. No one is destined to be greatness. That is the path that people forge for themselves. Just ask the Ravinian Crusaders, a bunch of normal people who all came together for various reasons (money, revenge, rebellion) just to stop a mad king. Things went downhill from there and Gods got involved. The reasons and extent of their involvement even now are unknown, but after the Elder Gods found out, they unleashed a grand proclamation to all Otherworldly Gods and Otherworldly denizens: Stay the hell away. From Earth and all their affairs, stay away

This isn't the end of the Ravinian Legacy. This is just the beginning, in fact. There are still people out becoming tyrants on a power trip, monsters wreaking havoc on villages and cities, and people looking to overthrow the monarchy and live in anarchy. Whatever the case, whatever your goals are, you can forge a path from the life of an Average Joe to that of Legends rivaling the Ravinian Crusaders or greater. While things no longer have world-ending stakes, it doesn't take that to be as great if not greater than the Ravinian Crusaders. Most people want to live ordinary uncomplicated lives. Some don't, and they go out to fight. Some do but they see that they need to fight for a happy ordinary life. Some fight for the money to raise their families, like the Black Assassin known as Ari Waesmor. Some fight for revenge, but forge a new meaning out of their lives, like Tyr the Barbaric Bard. Some lead their people to fight for their very existence, like the High Prophet General Bailey. Some people are just too headstrong to standby while the injustices of the world fester, and they do what they do best, like the Ravinian Savior herself Arabelle. That was their legacy. What name can you forge from the furnace of struggle?

Maybe you'll be known as the person who figured out why the Gods did what they did. Maybe you'll go and calm down the dragons wreaking havoc on various cities. Maybe you'll purge the corrupted officials manipulating an inexperienced monarch messing around with your family's ability to live. Maybe you aim to BECOME that monarch with visions to make Ravinia better or worse. Just know............you have the history of Ravinia and the spirits of the long passed legends behind you, as well as the blood in your veins of those go-getters in your lineage who fought for what they believed in to the end, bitter or sweet.

Your name can go down in the books of the Legacy of Ravinia, but what for?

 

[Kylesar1]

Country: Ravinia
City: Redvale
Temperature: 60 degrees
Weather: Rainy

Redvale is a city of power, innovation, and blades. People seek out a living here, whether that's takes place in Redvale, or in some far away land. Today though, rain poured down and soaked the main street of the city. In the 50 years since the epic war between the Orc and the Elves, Ravinia has gotten richer in culture, lore, and stories. Redvale is the famous city for its strategic location not only for merchant convoys both airborne and land bound, but also strategic if an enemy tried something funny.

The city was light and bouncy with its townspeople, even with the rain falling. Such a place couldn't be deterred by a bit of water.

From here, people gathered up and took off after looking into the famous weapons museums and memorials. Somewhere was something to make a name for themselves, whether it was something to discover, write, create, or something to defeat. Everyone from known champions to mercs trying to get a meal to those who grew up reading these stories and now want to follow a similar path could all begin.

This was where metal was picked to forge the legends of Ravinia

(Time to begin)

FireMaiden Bakuyoshi Arvios The Fabulous Emerald Lincs Penance revior BackSet Vacuum Scarlett-Wulf animegirl20

 

[Scarlett-Wulf]

As per their usual routine before Luna made her way out of the house, her and Raven had their usual morning bout of arguing.

“You must find a husband, the word immortal doesn’t mean what it used to Luna, I can be killed you know! And I refuse to leave my little bat alone in this world!” Raven yelled as Luna stormed out of the front door to their home, hissing at Raven.

Pulling her hood up over her head to cover her hair. “I’ll find a man when I’m good any ready! It isn’t as if my looks will even begin to show lack luster until I’m well in my thousands!!!!” She yelled at raven before heading towards the marketplace to check on an order for her staff. During the previous war it was destroyed, she was worried that it wasn’t going to be repaired. If that was the case she had hoped the gems were transferred over into a new staff. Not paying much attention as she rushed along to see one of the blacksmiths who worked with magical weapons or enchantmented items.
Kylesar1

 

[BackSet]

Oahu Krae
Location: Redvale
Weather: Rainy and Blustery
Headed To: Nowhere in particular
Currently: huddled under an awning

The weather was rainy and blustery. Not at all the best weather there was out there. It was manageable, though and Oahu dared not duck into a nearby establishment, for fear of being forced to leave his raptor pack in the rain. So for now, Oahu ducked under a nearby awning in hopes of keeping dry, even if just for a little while. He snuggled princess, the alpha of the pack, close to him. His raptors were not your normal media raptors. They were small and floofy.

When will the rain stop? Oahu wondered. He didn't really have anywhere he needed to be, but he'd rather be moving than stay still.

(Open for interaction)

 

[The Fabulous Emerald]

EL AGUAR RIVIERA

Taking in the sights of Redvale

Interacting with no-one (open to interaction)​

Even though rain was falling around him - it wasn't exactly a storm, but it was still more than enough rain to get a person wet if they didn't move from cover to cover - Aguar felt as dry as a bone. Of course, that is what happened when you had control over the very substance that bombarded the people from the sky. Even though the rain wasn't falling that hard, it seemed to bounce incredibly high, as if it had huge amounts of velocity, in a circle around Aguar. There even seemed to be a faint cone of rain around him, protecting him from the cold wetness that would've sent him shivering to the nearest inn. He could've just as easily dispelled the light grey clouds that provided the rain, but Aguar preferred to not tamper with the weather where he could. There was a natural reason behind the storms and sunshine, and it probably wasn't a good idea for magic to mess too much with the climate. It could provide troublesome to farms and forests that relied on the rain.

Since he decided to protect himself from the rain with his magic, he could happily stroll through the city where most people typically sped up from the event. He had never been to Redvale before, except maybe when he was a small child travelling with his parents, so he wanted to take his time to memorise where everything was. He saw a woman enter a blacksmith - which reminded him, there was a dent in one of the plates of his armour that needed a fix - and even a man cuddling a pack of velociraptors. While other people were standing and gawking at the man, Aguar had heard of dinosaurs before. He even remembered reading somewhere that there was an island or something where dinosaurs still lived and thrived, and the people who lived there had made a living off of them - similar to how regular people make living off of cows or sheep.

Then, he came across a museum. Aguar almost laughed as he read the sign in front. It said that the museum had the legendary weapons that members of the long since dismantled Adventurers used. What made Aguar laugh, however, was the name of one of the said weapons. 'Everblade'. He instantly knew that the museum was probably displaying replicas and fakes, whether they knew it or not, and decided he wouldn't go into there anytime soon.

So, he continued on his walk. Ambling about, not really do anything, Aguar continued along the path, with his magical umbrella of sorts still active, and looked around the general sights.

 

[Penance]

In an inn on the far side of town there was two men talking the day away in one of the various rooms on the second floor. “Man it sure is pouring out there eh?” One of the men said as he stood next to the window looking outside.

“Yeah its making it cold as a ice in here....” the other man, who was sitting at a table drinking, said rubbing his shoulder lightly to ease the cold

“Right? I figured it’d be warmer in here but instead its worse!” Unbeknownst to both of them they were alone in this room. Hiding in a nearby closet was a masked man who was eavesdropping on them both. Malus. He had been hired by some common street thug to kill both of these men for reasons he did not know nor did he care. Malus never questioned why someone wanted a job done because he knew it affected him very little. A kill was just another kill to him.

As the two men talked malus slowly and soundlessly opened the door. He then slowly walked towards the man at the table whose back was turned. Malus was careful with his steps making sure not to make any sounds that could give away his position. Once he was close enough to the man he pulled out a small dagger then with his free hand he grabbed the man by the face and slashed at his throat killing him instantly.

Meanwhile the other man was still looking outside “hey do you think you can go downstairs and ask for some more blankets..?” After a bit of silence the man turned around to look at his friend unaware that he was no longer among the living “hey man i asked you a questi-“ the man’s eyes went wide when he saw the masked killer standing before him.

Malus quickly brought his hand over the man’s mouth silencing him “........feel the cold chill......of death.....” malus said with a raspy voice. Suddenly frost left his hands and trailed up the victim’s head soon covering it and freezing it completely until the man was dead due to obvious reasons. Malus let go of his head and let the lifeless body fall to the floor making a sound that was simliar to glass breaking as the ice hit the hard wooden floor.

Once that was done malus put away his weapon and climbed out of the window to escape. He knew someone would find the bodies soon and decided to make himself sparce. Jumping down he landed on the floor behind the inn and walked away calmly sticking to the back alleys in order to hide from any wandering eyes. Eventually he exited the alleyways and took off his mask and putting it away in his jacket and simply walked along the streets. Thanks to him always wearing a mask no one knew his identity so he could easily take it off and slip into a crowd blending in.

 

[Bakuyoshi]

Location: Redvale Monestary

Saia had been in the Monestary for most of the day. Well more so all of the monks were staying in. They all held a belief that the rain would aid in their training so they were working on meditation. And for Saia she felt at peace. It had been a while since she had left. At least 5 years now and the monks had acted as a family to her. The exercises became a part of her life and had almost become second nature. But her ambitious nature was still there. Just being subdued due to meditation. "You just can't beat feeling peace like this. Though I need to get out some. Being cooped up here won't do me any good. Oh well I can leave once the training is done. Maybe meet some new people."

(Open for interaction)

 

[Kylesar1]

Silas "Si" O'Vera
Redvale- Blacksmith​

Silas was already at the blacksmith when Luna walked in. "Hey Luna," he greeted with a warm smile. "Nice seeing you here." Silas was there to retrieve his sword, the Howling Wolf. It was to be reinforced with Mythril and enchanted with Defense spells to make it pretty much indestructible. He was still in wait for a bit. After, he was to go over to the Jewelry to get a diamond affixed in the weapon, something he was learning to do himself, but he didn't want to risk breaking a diamond as they costed a fortune. Silas actually liked Luna quite a bit. They were friends, but they didn't get to see each other as often as Silas would've liked, considering that he's an Alpha Wolf now and that had its own list of responsibilities to deal with before personal relationships. Plus...........some of the werewolves were still discriminatory. Not Silas himself, but he needed a trusted circle before trying to bring a Vampire into the mix, half vampire or not. For now, though, it was pleasant to see her.
"How's the old man? Still being overprotective?"
Scarlett-Wulf

 

[Arvios]

Lair Aelnor
Location: Ravinia, city of Redvale
Seeking shelter from the rain


The clouds swirled overhead in a mixture of grays, with an occasional rumble rolling on over. Lair had transitioned from a calm gait to a more frantic jog once the light rain started to fall, the droplets of water bouncing from his well groomed coat of black feathers. If he didn't find his destination quick, the water would seep through and ruin his meticulous preening, giving him a poofed up appearance.

Without much choice, he quickly scans the street in search of shelter, hoping to find anywhere that could provide a moment of dryness. Unfortunately, all of the restaurants and businesses were flooded with customers who had the same thought, and Lair didn't want to be in a crammed room. That was always where low life thieves showed up to take advantage of the constant contact and subtle bumping to swipe weapons or coin from unsuspecting travelers.

The Ravenfolk eventually settles on taking shelter under a roomy canvas with a large man underneath. Once he pushes himself ahead of the crowd, however, he notices why it appeared so empty. The unseen spaces were mostly occupied by tiny velociraptors, no doubt owned by the man. Lair had already approached the group, and didn't want to seem rude by suddenly changing direction...

"Uh, hi there... mind if I join you for a bit?" he says with a modest tone. He could feel the stare of the tiny dinosaurs gawking at him as he waited for a response.


BackSet

 

[Scarlett-Wulf]

Silas "Si" O'Vera
Redvale- Blacksmith​

Silas was already at the blacksmith when Luna walked in. "Hey Luna," he greeted with a warm smile. "Nice seeing you here." Silas was there to retrieve his sword, the Howling Wolf. It was to be reinforced with Mythril and enchanted with Defense spells to make it pretty much indestructible. He was still in wait for a bit. After, he was to go over to the Jewelry to get a diamond affixed in the weapon, something he was learning to do himself, but he didn't want to risk breaking a diamond as they costed a fortune. Silas actually liked Luna quite a bit. They were friends, but they didn't get to see each other as often as Silas would've liked, considering that he's an Alpha Wolf now and that had its own list of responsibilities to deal with before personal relationships. Plus...........some of the werewolves were still discriminatory. Not Silas himself, but he needed a trusted circle before trying to bring a Vampire into the mix, half vampire or not. For now, though, it was pleasant to see her.
"How's the old man? Still being overprotective?"
Scarlett-Wulf

“Over protective doesn’t even start to explain how he has been these past few weeks” brushing some hair from her face, to behind her ear, so she could see him better, which only made her face turn a shade of light pink, he had gotten quite handsome over the years. “He keeps telling me I need to find a husband day after day. Aside from that though I’ve been doing great, well despite how long it has taken for my staff to be repaired...” she had been impatient when she first arrived but due to Silas’s appearance she had only grown a bit nervous “it’s a shame I can’t just marry you, we already know so much about each other and get along so well...” trailing off at the end as she looked down to hide her embarrassment.
Kylesar1

 

[BackSet]

Oahu Krae​

Oahu looked up from feeding his raptors (he started doing it off screen, okay) to meet the eyes of the ravenfolk.

"Uh, hi there... Mind if i join you a bit?" The Ravenfolk asked.

"No, no. Not at all." Oahu answered, tossing a bit more food to his raptors. He held out his hand foe the Ravenfolk to shake. "My names Oahu. Whats yours?"

Oahu could always use some company. Aside from his raptors he was usually alone out in the wilderness. That was one of the reasons he had come to Redvale. Well, that and also because he needed a little extra gold.

Arvios

 

[Arvios]

Lair Aelnor
Location: Ravinia, city of Redvale
Making friends


Lair shakes the man's hand. "Lair", he says briefly. "Nice to make your acquaintance." He looks around, scanning the grey skies searching for something to talk about. Something that wasn't about the weather.

"Geez, this rain came out of nowhere, huh?" Dammit. Lair takes a small sidestep towards Oahu's mini raptors, noticing that they were in a similar predicament. "So, are these your little critters?" He asks once more, almost in an attempt to override the previous question.


BackSet

 

[BackSet]

Oahu Krae
​

Oahu was glad that Lair had beaten him to talking about the weather. And now they were on his favorite subject.

"They are indeed." Oahu said, his face shining with pride. He began introducing his raptors, all the while pointing at each one he named. "This is Princess, this is Karry, This is Jensen, this is Thesueus, and this is Chloe."

Oahu was proud of how he had raised his raptors. They were natuve to only a gew places in the world. One of thise places just happened to be near Oahu's village.

Arvios

 

[Lincs]

Foster

​

Foster's view of the city of Redvale would probably have been magnificent. Probably.

It was, admittedly, a bit difficult to properly take in the sights of the city, what with the mule bouncing him back and forth. To his left, a gaggle of children leered at him from under an awning, where they were sheltering from the rain. Their giggles chased him down the street as he miserably urged his mule forward. He bit down hard on his lower lip to stifle a groan as the thing jostled him again, making him land hard on the threadbare tarp that he was trying his hardest to pass off as a saddle. Dammit. I'll be bedridden at this rate. Not much use of a forager that needs a wagon to get around, is there?

Then again, he wasn't actually sure anyone in the city would need a forager. He was only on the outskirts of the city, and even these people seemed wealthy. The roaming children didn't seem like your typical urchins, either.

The rain pattered on his bare head, and he sighed. He didn't have the kind of coin to pay for a bed, not anymore. Hell, he was lucky to even have the mule. It truly wasn't his, but the poor farmer he'd found in the wilderness hadn't quite needed it anymore. Foster had made sure to do his best to bury the man with the time he had, piling rocks onto his body to form a makeshift cairn.

His stomach rumbled again. He was used to being hungry by now, but...

Oh, Gods damn it all. His vision started to get fuzzy. How long ago had he last eaten? Using his knees, he steered his mule into the nearest alleyway he could find and slid ungracefully off the animal's back, landing in a heap under the eaves of the building. At least it was dry here. Sighing, he pulled his knees up to his chin, staring at his only companion, the mule. It stared back, unblinkingly, which made him decidedly uncomfortable.

 

[revior]

Caius Grants
Redvale: Market Place
​

The cold scent of moisture in the air, the pitter-patter of the rain falling onto his tattered cloak, the footsteps of those walking in brisk pace to find shelter from the rain. To him who had sharpened his senses through years of training, the sudden rain brought with it a sudden symphony of sensations that made the swordsman's stroll rather pleasant. Caius came to the city for sight seeing and perhaps a bit of work, and once he felt comfortable enough with the place he would move on elsewhere. Such was the way he lived, for a human's lifespan is a transient thing and there was much of the world yet to be seen and so much more things to learn in every corner.

He strolled on, taking in the sights, a tourist for the most part, but those that had seen him might think otherwise as the swordsman was armed to the teeth. The most obvious to the sights was the weapon held in his right hand and resting against his shoulder as he walked. It was a pole arm, a glaive, its head covered with leather wrappings to protect the blade. Then, if one's possesses a sharp eye, one could see hidden within the shadow of his tattered cloak are two swords, one a straight sword and the other a saber, and alongside those two is a short bow and a quiver of arrows. The man carried an arsenal and looked as if he was about to go to war, even though he's just here for sightseeing.

After his visits to the museums and the monuments, he went on to the market place for some window shopping, looking through various smithies and what they had on display. He remembered what his mater told him as he browsed through the goods. "A master swordsman is only complete with a master smith." he said, though the master was both at the same time. On the other hand, Caius only learned the basics of smithing and didn't practice any further. His decision to moved on from it was due to his lack of magical talents, which meant that no matter what he crafted, it'll never be as good as an enchanted steel. Besides, he was more of a fighter than a craftsman.

With his thoughts going back and forth, Caius continued his window shopping in the rain.

 

[Arvios]

Lair Aelnor
Location: Ravinia, city of Redvale
Somewhere near the marketplace


"These little fellas are a rare sight, indeed", Lair gasps as his attention is drawn to each individually, following Oahu's finger. Even with the rain, their coats were well kept, and they appeared very well mannered. Watching them stand under the awning made him feel like they were the man's own children, especially with how proud he seemed to be of them.

"As someone who hunts monsters for a living, I can't imagine who would want to hurt these little hatchlings." Truthfully he was tempted to pet the little creatures, but that seemed like an awfully rude thing to do with just a few phrases of conversation.


BackSet

 

[The Fabulous Emerald]

EL AGUAR RIVIERA

The Streets -> Redvale Monastery

Approaching the Monastery ( Bakuyoshi )​

After finding many interesting sights, not limited to the blacksmith's shop and the fake museum, but many libraries, artificer shops, bakeries and all sorts of businesses that make a city like this thrive. None, however, seemed more appealing than that of the Redvale Monastery. A grand building where monks of all the four Natural elements gather to learn and, in a sense, worship the great magics that construct the world around them. The reason, however, that the rich, noble (at least, he looked like a noble) seemed intrigued by the monastery before him was who were inside. Powerful monks, capable of magics only they could comprehend, gained through countless years of intense practice and meditation. He was always up to learn - even a master like himself had room to improve. Why, just last year at a place like this he learned how to cast Armour of Agathys on himself thanks to a kind Ice monk.

As he entered the room, making sure to keep his blade sheathed as to not disrespect the monks (he even has it buckled shut so if he were to unsheathe it, he would have to unbuckle it first) as he moved around, looking for Water monks. His energies were incredible - perhaps the strongest any of these monks had ever felt. In fact, most of the Water mages that could sense magical energies could feel his presence before he had even approached the building. The magical pulses from his body were astronomical, seemingly rivalling that of gods - though, not literally. He is very clearly a strong Water magic user.

After a while he stops looking. Finding the nearest monk, he decided he would ask her if there was anything he could learn from here. "Excuse me, miss, for my intrusion, but is it possible to train under the monks here? I am always looking for ways to improve my abilities, and I feel like the kind monks here may be able to help me." The brunette he was talking to seemed quite pretty, but Aguar did not seem to mind. As his odd, red eyes fell onto her, however, there was something about his person that would attract her attention...specifically, the blade he held. With it being sheathed, the magic stored within the purple dragonbone blade were suppressed yet there was still a niggling sensation about it. There was no particular emotion behind the niggling, yet Saia would definitely know about its presence. Oddly, however, no other nearby person seems affected by this. (It's almost like the sword only affects those with draconic blood .)

 

[BackSet]

Oahu Krae
​

Oahu beamed. He was happy to see that Lair had taken an interest in his Raptors.

"There have been a few who tried." Oahu said in response to Lair's comment about not imagining who would want to hirt the raptors. "They didn't get very far though. Got a good thrashing from me and the pack here." Oahu patted the nearest raptor, Karry's, head. He had many things to say about poachers, none of them polite. But he held his tpunge, figuring Lair didn't want to hear his insults towards people he had never met.

"You can pet them if you want." Oahu said, changing the subject before he launched into a tale about his adventuring. "They really enjoy it."

Arvios

 

[Kylesar1]

“Over protective doesn’t even start to explain how he has been these past few weeks” brushing some hair from her face, to behind her ear, so she could see him better, which only made her face turn a shade of light pink, he had gotten quite handsome over the years. “He keeps telling me I need to find a husband day after day. Aside from that though I’ve been doing great, well despite how long it has taken for my staff to be repaired...” she had been impatient when she first arrived but due to Silas’s appearance she had only grown a bit nervous “it’s a shame I can’t just marry you, we already know so much about each other and get along so well...” trailing off at the end as she looked down to hide her embarrassment.
Kylesar1

Silas O'Vera
Blacksmith​

Silas sighed. "My parents have been hounding me as well about bearing a puppy to take over, as if I'm a greyhound. Twould be much easier to marry someone like you, who's always a pleasure to be around. My pack though...... sucks about things happening over 700 years ago. The greyhounds in my pack won't shut up about Vampires........." Greyhound was the term used for old wolves. Elder was an entirely different connotation in the Werewolf world. The greyhounds hated Vampires and ALWAYS talked about them being evil and whatnot. Most werewolves moved pass it, but the veterans were always on it. Silas looked at her and found himself staring at how great she looked. Truly it had been too long since they got to talk like this. They had a bit of time to catch up after his pack came back to Redvale, but that was really more of just seeing what was going on the past few years. When you're immortal, a few years was really nothing. When you're without someone you like though........it passes like a mortal.

Before he could speak again though, the Blacksmith came out with his weapon. His ears perked up at the mention of his name. Silas, against his parent's and pack's vicious disapproval kept his ears and tail in the open. Why? Well it gave him more sensitive hearing and better swimming in water. It was also because Luna called the look "cute" a long time back. Of course he never told anyone that reason. Hearing and swimming were plausible covers. He took his blade, glad to have it back. It kept him from using his claws when he got in a battle. He then looked back at Luna. "Has things been getting more dangerous as of late? That's the only reason I can think of that he would be pressuring you. Or does he want some sort of grandson to teach about running a kingdom?"

 

[Bakuyoshi]

Saia had been silent at first but in her mind a spark of something showed up in her head. Her body had tingled. And in her head she was seeing something. A light, magic? No it felt like a dragon, but not alive. It's glow lacked the spark of life, but there was power behind it. She was intrigued as none of the others noticed. She decided to open her eyes and look to the man. Her eyes were a shocking gold. A color that was not common. Even amongst people. She proceeds to whisper "Not now they are meditating. But for me... Meet me outside I need to discuss something with you." With that Saia got up and proceeded to walk outside. "And no disturbing the others."

The Fabulous Emerald

 

[Kallo]

Xonrot.
His estate. ---> Blacksmiths.
​

He sighed to himself as he looked out the window once more, seeing the rain still falling down. Looking around for a moment before eventually finding what he was looking for. Grabbing some fairly nice clothing along with a cloak as he dressed himself. Putting the hood up as he started to walk from his home, walking out into the streets as he sighed to himself. His aura passively radiating as his hands where gloved once more. His face out for anyone to see though with its draconic features. A more serious look on his face as he glanced around from time to time, giving the occasional greeting and a smile to people when they passed if they greeted him. Though making sure to avoid more tight gatherings of people to avoid having many people actually recognize him. Walking to the blacksmiths with a sigh as he pulled his hood off. Nodding to both Luna and Silas before walking over to the blacksmith himself.

"Good day sir. Is my spear up to working order yet?" He would ask with a genuine look of curiosity. As he has done his best to avoid letting any higher standings make him think differently. As he knew what consequences could come of it.

Kylesar1 Scarlett-Wulf

 

[Lincs]

Foster​

After an indeterminable amount of time sitting on the ground, Foster found the energy to get up. The mule, poor thing, was still waiting next to him expectantly. He felt a twinge of sorrow for it, soon to be abandoned for the second time today.

He gave it a light slap on the flank, urging it on down the alley. He didn't really know what else to do. "Go on. I don't needya no more. Go find some hay, be happy."
Foster glanced up the street. He thought he could make out a monastery or temple of some sort, some ways up the road. They probably have some food for the poor. His mouth started to water-
NO. He wasn't a charity case. He worked for his food, and that was that.

He lingered near the entryway to the alley, shifting anxiously. I... I'm sure they can find something for me to do. And then... then I can get food. He felt like he was being tugged towards the monastery. With a final shrug of his shoulders, he set off towards it.

 

[Scarlett-Wulf]

Silas O'Vera
Blacksmith​

Silas sighed. "My parents have been hounding me as well about bearing a puppy to take over, as if I'm a greyhound. Twould be much easier to marry someone like you, who's always a pleasure to be around. My pack though...... sucks about things happening over 700 years ago. The greyhounds in my pack won't shut up about Vampires........." Greyhound was the term used for old wolves. Elder was an entirely different connotation in the Werewolf world. The greyhounds hated Vampires and ALWAYS talked about them being evil and whatnot. Most werewolves moved pass it, but the veterans were always on it. Silas looked at her and found himself staring at how great she looked. Truly it had been too long since they got to talk like this. They had a bit of time to catch up after his pack came back to Redvale, but that was really more of just seeing what was going on the past few years. When you're immortal, a few years was really nothing. When you're without someone you like though........it passes like a mortal.

Before he could speak again though, the Blacksmith came out with his weapon. His ears perked up at the mention of his name. Silas, against his parent's and pack's vicious disapproval kept his ears and tail in the open. Why? Well it gave him more sensitive hearing and better swimming in water. It was also because Luna called the look "cute" a long time back. Of course he never told anyone that reason. Hearing and swimming were plausible covers. He took his blade, glad to have it back. It kept him from using his claws when he got in a battle. He then looked back at Luna. "Has things been getting more dangerous as of late? That's the only reason I can think of that he would be pressuring you. Or does he want some sort of grandson to teach about running a kingdom?"

“The castle has long since become a pile of rubble, from what he says I look lonely....” gently taking her staff from the blacksmith next and handing him a scroll with the payment information she looked at him. Tilting her head for a moment she grinned, it was one Silas should have known well, especially since every time she put on that innocent little smile something bad happened. Stepping over to Silas she traced her fingertips over one of his ears before running them down to his neck. “Just to ruffle their feathers and shut mine up why don’t I become yours? I’m sure he would approve.....and I’ve seen how you look at me” blushing she placed her free hand on the hilt of his sword before pressing close to him, giggling a bit as she relaxed. Her eyes growing softer and her attitude or rather emotions were more shy and nervous. “I mean I know why....it isn’t a bad idea is it?” She asked curiously, her hands trembling a bit, she always got nervous about strangers and the one speaking about a spear gave her flashbacks from the previous war.
Kylesar1
Kallo

 

[Vacuum]

Chronicler's Note: I will be refering to the man as "Darren" from now on. It is the closest I have to his true name and dancing around a name would be confusing and inconvinient. Anything found within Brackets () is an aside made by myself.

Redvale Day 18:
This morning after taking food from the common room to his own, Darren made off into the streets. His first stop was a visit with Yorry, the orphan boy who Darren found caretakers for. He appeared to be checking if he was being treated well (The boy appeared to be doing well, I am happy for him) He then sat in the main square watching from a bench. This is typical behavior and it lasted for an hour or so before he began to wander.

As Warren walked through along an abbey there was a sound similar to shattering glass that came from a second story window. He stopped and stared at the window from where the sound came. As it slid open Warren moved to hide around the corner hidden from the window. A man wearing a skull-like mask jumped out of the window landing quietly on the ground. (A thief perhaps?) He left the scene away from Warren who glanced around the corner, likely only seeing the dark cowl and pantaloons. Warren climbed up to the now open window (Of course) and changed the look of his outfit to match that of which the true assailant was wearing. I shifted perspective to a horrid sight. One man bleeding heavily from the throat and another mostly headless, fragments of icy flesh were scattered across the floor. Suddenly the door to the room burst open, and a woman appeared seeing Warren. I could see he had changed the look of his mask as well, it now being a featureless white with eye holes. The woman gasped and let out a scream of "MURDER!". With that Warren dropped from the window landing in a back roll, he then quickly snatched his staff off the ground and made a break for it. As soon as he was out of sight he changed his look back and walked away at a calm pace.

Mentioned Penance

 

[Arvios]

Lair Aelnor
Location: Ravinia, city of Redvale
Somewhere near the marketplace


Lair glanced at Oahu with a sort of wide-eyed expression, then slowly turned to the critters staring back at him— he could swear that they were biding their excitement from the invitation, as if they would swarm him for attention had they not been properly trained. He knew he wanted to take advantage of the moment, but at the same time, didn't want to make it so obvious like a child would. Deciding that he took enough time to not seem overly eager, Lair finally lowers a hand to pet one of the five. Jensen, he recalled, was the velociraptor's name. He immediately felt the critter's face press against his own scaled hand, gently scratching downwards, careful to not overdo the gesture by making it harmful. Not wanting to play favoritism, he quickly guides his other hand and takes a turn petting each of the hatchlings. It was interesting that by solely petting them, he was able to notice a bit more personality behind the names.

"Wow, they sure are something. How old are they? Are they normally this tiny?" he asks with genuine curiosity. "I've heard... no pun intended, but tales of them reaching double the size of an adult human. They're quite rare in these parts, so I can see how such a rumor might get out of hand if it's false." The whole time, Lair kept his direction aimed at the critters, as he was enjoying himself a bit too much.


BackSet