Wanderers [OOC] (with Carantathraiel)
IC thread here: http://roleplayerguild.com/showthrea...87#post9910287
Amria, the Lost world--only six decades ago, this vast empire had been awakened to the reality that their world was not alone. It wasn't a natural disaster, or gods, or powerful errant magic that literally tore their universe apart, but an anomaly, a world-destroyer that left only a chunk of their world intact. It claimed many lives, and for a race so used to longevity it was a bitter reminder that death could come for even the oldest, the youngest, the hardiest, and that not even royalty can escape disaster.
Now the Capital, bereft of its Emperor and Empress, had to pick up the pieces and muster the strength of whoever was left to govern. Many of the lesser governors, tasked with overseeing affairs of state, survived, but as for the ruling family only the little daughter, Kire, and her cousins remained. It was a lot to take in for a child, to be thrust into the spotlight, guided by regents regarding matters she could barely understand, and with everybody else waiting for her to come into her own and lead them. Thus she spent the next sixty years, governing yet governed, herself, frustrated at her lack of a real handle on her little empire's affairs, but unable to just shrug off her role.
As if this wasn't complicated enough, another responsibility--a much more daunting, dangerous duty, yet also one of seemingly limitless potential--was foisted upon her: she was declared Paladin, the latest in a long line of protectors from different worlds, from other universes. But what she thought of as adventure just felt like another burden, one that's even harder to shirk than those she had been born with.
Here she is, a year into learning the ropes, with nobody to tutor her and inexperienced in many fronts, having difficulty opening a simple portal. Time is of the essence; she had been tailing the traces of dark magic her quarry had left behind. Ikegai. His name left a foul taste in her mouth. He had started off as a petty Amrian criminal, a two-bit magician well-versed in sleight of hand and all manner of underhanded tricks. She caught him trying to find a way out of their world, but soft-hearted that she was she fell prey to his insincere promises for reform.
She is paying for her naivete now, and dearly. Somehow he had amassed more power than she thought he was capable of acquiring, with no clue as to where he is or what he plans to do with his new-found knowledge. Surely he couldn't be doing this alone. He had killed Amrian soldiers, was tied to the disappearances of others, and had now fled to some other universe.
There, finally! she thought, able to collect her thoughts, to concentrate and allow a portal to open to wherever the next clue might be. She hadn't slept for two nights straight and all she wanted right now was to plow through as many worlds as possible if that was what it took to bring him in. She had always dreaded dimension-hopping, as she had come to call her new ability. En route feels fine, but there's nothing as gut-wrenching as the feeling of being spat out like a melon seed into a world you have not visited yet.
A flash of light, and she found herself hurled down to the ground, thankfully not from a great height as she had done by mistake twice before, but high enough for it to hurt. She yelped in pain as she landed on some thorny bushes, and the impact knocked her out for a couple of minutes. When she came to, she found herself in the middle of a dense thicket of brambles, which accounts for all the scratches she now had. My sword--where is my sword? She tried standing up, but immediately she clutched at her ribs and sat back down. It hurt her to breathe, and it didn't help that it was very cold that night, with sand blowing about. She wrapped her cloak about her tighter, dreading what she would find. The last thing she needed would be to find herself stranded in the middle of a desert.
Last edited by Michellin; 10-20-2013 at 03:09 AM.