|
Post by GhostEggplant on Mar 13, 2008 21:36:53 GMT -5
Alrighty, I think I'll start things off.
If it's ok with everyone, lets start the story the 2 days after Cerulean was destroyed. If you don't like that idea, feel free to change it.
Post away!
|
|
|
Post by lisajane on Mar 14, 2008 5:01:15 GMT -5
I'm ready to go when everyone else is... just need someone else to start off.
|
|
|
Post by Aryeec {E.F. Forester} on Mar 14, 2008 19:02:02 GMT -5
ditto
|
|
|
Post by GhostEggplant on Mar 15, 2008 16:08:31 GMT -5
((Here you go.))
Saiyu finished putting the last bit of dirt and leaves over her Descratan Army uniform by dawn. You never know when looking like part of the army will be helpful. I've gotta remember where I buried it. Saiyu took it as a bad sign that she was paranoid enough to plan ahead. She made her way back towards the ruins of Cerulean, in clothes stolen from the closest home she could find, hoping she didn't look like she didn't belong there.
|
|
|
Post by danchande on Mar 17, 2008 23:05:11 GMT -5
Mottled light from the setting sun hit the forest floor creating blotches of light among growing pillars of shadow. Dr. Roland Loftus came to a small clearing with three grassy knolls. The timeworn leather of his boots creaked as he squatted down, brushing away dirt and shrubs with enthusiasm. “This has to be it! At the foot of the fallen soldier..” He was on his hands and knees now crawling through the dirt on top of the smallest knoll. “The runes said…” But it was no use, he scoured the top of the hill to no avail. There was no hidden entrance, not even another clue. He sat on his rump and harrumphed, blowing a strand of hair that escaped his ponytail from his eyes. He donned his spectacles and pulled out a pad of paper that had the runes from the Chasm Door scrawled on it. The past few days had been among the most exciting of his life, and he was so close to fulfilling a promise he had once made. So close. After years of research and seemingly pointless adventurous endeavors Roland had finally found the door to Carnathay, the legendary Chasm Library. Roland had to persuade his employer to help his dam the Amber river in order to drain the water away from a stretch of the river where Roland guessed the door would be. Damming the river was no small feat, and was not done without considerable griping on his employer’s part (and begging on Loftus’s part). But all complaints ceased and the excitement was palpable when the last of the river drained away to reveal the hidden door in the riverbed. The problem was that Rone’s ancient aboriginals had more than a basic grasp on architecture, considering the portal was a 200 foot circular slab of stone that Roland estimated to be at least a 10 feet thick. And somehow it opened straight down into the Chasm Library. Now Loftus was trying to find the “handle” to open the door, which he guessed was an ancient mechanism of a sort. “Rubbish…This has to be it!” He squinted in the fading light at the runes he had copied from the Chasm Door, and sure enough it said “At the foot of the fallen soldier lays the secret of the ancient mind.” And he was at the natural formation of three knolls known as the Fallen Soldier. There just wasn’t any other answer. Before Roland could mull the idea over longer, the distinct sound of hoofs echoed through the wood. It was one of his crew on horseback. The man looked ill at ease. “Dr. Loftus, we just received word, Cerulean has been attacked. The village was burned, and casualties were fierce. I thought you’d want to know directly.” A deep frown formed on Roland’s face. Cerulean was where he grew up. Filled with memories that plagued his every waking moment…that is why he left. Yet his parents had remained. “Prepare my mount if you will, I’ll be leaving shortly.” The horseman nodded and left. Roland felt his shoulders slump and his head bow, almost as if sadness itself weighed on him from above. In his mind Cerulean held no good memories for him, and he was sure that there would be none waiting upon his return. Rone had not been in open war for years now, but Roland had a feeling that its age of tranquility would soon be at an end. For the massacre of one of its villages would not go unpunished, and the retribution would be swift and merciless. A deep low rumble rolled across the sky. Thunderheads were marching inexorably overhead. The end of summer storms would soon start. Roland’s mind left his work, having concern only for his parents now. An equal blanket of dread, anxiety, and hope settled atop him as he put away his notebook and made his way back to camp. By the time he got back his mount would be ready and he’d ride to Cerulean straightaway to see this tragedy for himself.
|
|
|
Post by lisajane on Mar 18, 2008 4:00:20 GMT -5
Mia was exhausted, resting behind bushes not far from Roland's camp. She spent the last two days running as fast as she could away from Cerulean. When she had seen the army storm through the village from her vantage point on the hills, she was torn between becoming on the run again, or making her way into the collasped village and hand herself over. But she'd come too far to return now, and besides, she couldn't be completely sure that be returning, the army would leave Cerulean and the surrounding villages alone.
So now Mia lay in the mud, trying to convince herself that running on was the better decision, dreaming of a hot bath to get away from the grime that now caked her body, and trying to figure out how to get further and quicker away rather than just walking.
She heard the shouting and running of men inside the nearby camp, and Mia looked up over the bushes. Men were running around in a disordely panic, packing up the camp as quickly as they could. And to her luck, Mia spotted a few horses tied to posts at the edge of the camp, where none of the men appeared to be looking.
Mia stood, and drew her black sword from her belt, and began to creep towards the horses. In their rush, she figured none of them would miss one horse... she could cut the ropes quickly, and if anyone tried to stop her, she's got the sword.
|
|
|
Post by GhostEggplant on Mar 18, 2008 9:27:34 GMT -5
Saiyu walked back towards Cerulean, eating some berries that she had found in the woods and hoping they weren't poisonous. As she walked Saiyu tried to remember what had happened on the night she was left behind. Let's see... It was a small group, for an army, just the group of mages that I was in, and around 30 men on horses. I'm sure that made getting away easy. Saiyu sighed. Even now, her old life was riding away at a fast pace. Why did I get left behind? Saiyu had found herself inside a burning house, with no memory of having gone there, or of falling asleep. Someone must have knocked me unconscious. But no one would want to kill me, that I know of...
|
|
|
Post by lisajane on Mar 26, 2008 4:13:29 GMT -5
It had been to easy, no one had paid any attention to her at all. Mia had taken her sword and cut through the ropes of the strongest, fastest horse she could see, pulled herself up onto the mount and began to gallop away, up towards the hills.
Back at the camp, Roland would be without a mount.
|
|
|
Post by zemira on Mar 26, 2008 17:38:32 GMT -5
Siryu sat lounging near a tree. She saw Cerulean go up in flames. She had been on a walk and come back to find the city under siege. So she made herself comfortable to watch the slaughter. Now it was mostly embers, but occasionally they would flare up. Finally, she decided the show was over. She called her owl over to her where it perched on her shoulder. She began to walk away from the city.
Before long, she came to a campsite. She cautiously circled the camp to find any inhabitants. She didn't hear any, but that didn't mean that people weren't nearby. Her owl circled the camp from the sky, seeing every detail. During her inspection, Siryu had found some frayed ropes, having been cut. There were hoofmarks on the ground. Looked like someone was in a hurry to go on horseback.
Suddenly, she heard voices. She backed away slowly, not making a noise. She crouched in some bushes and watched.
|
|
|
Post by GhostEggplant on Mar 28, 2008 17:55:39 GMT -5
Saiyu finally reached the slightly smoking remains of Cerulean. She didn't know what was keeping her here. Maybe the abandonment of the army had rendered her immobile, unable to go somewhere on her own. Saiyu had seen kids with similar problems at the orphanage where she grew up. They would just sit around and do nothing, unless asked to. Well, I'm not going to be like that. Saiyu told herself. She slowly turned and walked deliberately to the road, and set off unknowingly in the direction of Roland's camp.
|
|
|
Post by Aryeec {E.F. Forester} on May 29, 2008 22:54:43 GMT -5
The fiery sun Ryok had just started his descent toward the western horizon. The fiery demon was taking great pleasure in burning itself into the many creatures' eyes all over the worlds' lands. No land it seemed was watched over more than the desert lands of Barion. The Barion capital of Marvox had become a lush desert metropolis, a city of complete diversity, and place of refuge for the many villages' people who have been run out of their homes by the increased number of gargoyle attacks in the past few weeks. The unusually intense heat from Ryok hasn't helped the city cope with the growing population. People were coming faster than the city could expand. Walking through the cobblestone corridors of Marvox, Sage had begun to get dizzy on account of the midday heat.
This would be the third time she'd traveled to Marvox to get Richard's medicine. The village of Rail, where she and her adoptive parents Richard and Agitha lived, had been raided by a group of gargoyles. Richard had been injured while trying to protect their home. By the time she got to her destination, her steps had declined to an uneven stagger. She hobbled into the small medical clinic and gave a great sigh of relief, bending over in exhaustion. "Hot day isn't it!?" She could recognize that deep bellowing voice anywhere. Sage looked up to see Dr. Lee walking in from the back room. Dr. Gary Lee was a man of great dignity and girth. He sported khaki shorts and a sweat-soaked white t-shirt with a maroon leather vest to top it all off. His face had wrinkled over time and his platinum coloured hair had begun to thin. "I have some good news and I have some bad news." he said loudly. Sage stood straight and gave the doctor a hard stare. "Don't worry!" He said. "I didn't mix up the prescriptions again! Which news would you like to hear first?" he asked. All he received in return was the same continuous stare. After a few moments pause, the doctor told her the news. "Well, today I have a whole weeks worth of medicine for Richard, but..." he lowered his head in hesitation. "Tell me what's wrong?" Sage insisted. "All shipments of the medicine Richard needs have stopped coming in." "What?" Sage asked. "Why have they stopped? He still needs 3 weeks of medi-" "I know, I know!" He hurriedly interrupted. "There's nothing I can do." Still not understanding, Sage barked "Why have they stopped!?" The doctor was taken by surprise at how impatient Sage had become. Ever since Richard had first brought her to this clinic twenty-nine years ago, he had never seen her so upset. She was always so quiet and content even when she had gotten injured as a child, but something had changed; Something had changed very recently. "The town from which this clinic receives most of its medicines was completely destroyed. The news of Cerulean arrived early this morning with the last shipment." The room, once a furnace, now seemed cold. Sage's jaw tightened in a solemn anger, yet the eternal white of her eyes seemed full of sadness and emptiness. A soft breeze slid through the room sifting through her deep orange hair. Dr. Lee slowly walked up to Sage and lifted his hands toward her. She took the last remaining remedy from Lee and quickly turned out the door. She new what needed to be done.
|
|
|
Post by lisajane on Jun 1, 2008 17:24:00 GMT -5
After riding for several days, Mia hid quietly in a makeshift campsite, on the edge of Marvox, close by but far enough away so no one could find her. She needed supplies, but she couldn't be certain that the army hadn't come this far north.
She could just avoid them, she supposed, if they did show up, but she was tired of hiding away from the army. And as much as she knew that the attacked on Cerulean was technically her fault, Mia couldn't make herself feel guilty about all the lives lost.
Mia would wait until nightfall, and then head into Marvox.
|
|