Le Bump
Azena Member
Drunken Storyteller
STATUS: I'm more like a synthetic death machine alien boy cat with minor delusional worship of sophisticated stories of young murder and violent love...Issues. Lot's of issues. 8 yrs ago
- Last Seen: 6 yrs ago
- Joined: 11 yrs ago
- Posts: 229 (0.06 / day)
- VMs: 0
-
Username history
- Azena 11 yrs ago
Status
Recent Statuses
8 yrs ago
Current
I'm more like a synthetic death machine alien boy cat with minor delusional worship of sophisticated stories of young murder and violent love...Issues. Lot's of issues.
9 yrs ago
It's quiet...too quiet...
9 yrs ago
If I was a deadly sin, it'd be sarcasm.
3
likes
9 yrs ago
Everything's shiny, Captain.
2
likes
9 yrs ago
First day back in the Guild and I'm sick -.- Keep me entertained people :p
Bio
'Ello folks! The name is Azena (Ah-zae-nuh). I'm a 26 year old man in EST (GMT -5, I believe). I've been role playing for over 10 years. I took a break from the Guild when I found a tabletop group to join with. I used the chance to improve my role playing and take on new concepts. Happy to report, I learned absolutely nothing! Nah, just kidding. I opened up and took on characters of different genders, orientations, and personalities. I've missed the friends I made here and am happy to be back and make some new ones as I try to track down my old ones.
I like the cooperation and connection on 1x1 RPs. Group just tend to move too fast for my frequency on this site. I at least try anything besides a modern slice of life game. I don't need to role play real life, I get more than enough of it off the computer. Tolkien Fantasy and Space Sci-Fi are sure hits with me, but I've also enjoyed apocalyptic, westerns, and modern magic.
I like the cooperation and connection on 1x1 RPs. Group just tend to move too fast for my frequency on this site. I at least try anything besides a modern slice of life game. I don't need to role play real life, I get more than enough of it off the computer. Tolkien Fantasy and Space Sci-Fi are sure hits with me, but I've also enjoyed apocalyptic, westerns, and modern magic.
Most Recent Posts
It takes the greatest trials for mankind to truly understand what they are capable of doing and just how far they can push themselves. In the most dire of situations, a man or woman is tested beyond their limits and either rises to new heights or perishes from this world. It is only during these great obstacles that reform can be made. Reform of the individual and of the population as a whole. Through such reform, a new generation can flourish beyond the decades or centuries of tradition. Families can be mixed or fall apart. Cities drastically shift culture. Empires are toppled. It is through such trials and journeys that history is made and the future formed. One such journey is about to begin for two seemingly ordinary children of greatness.
Azena Ortiz is one of these children. At the age of twenty-four, he is easily considered a grown man in this society. Soon to take a wife, sire children, and continue a family name for generations to come. This was his destiny. However, with the single, unexpected drop of a leaf, an entire destiny can change. This leaf fell like lightning. Men razed his village in the night and killed his father. Gerald Ortiz, the humble and decent noble presiding over Whitemist, had made many enemies in his years. With rumors of his swaying loyalty to the crown, his life became a pawn as a man tried to change his own destiny. Azena was caught in the crossfire and fled into the night.
The silver-haired half-elf, Azena was used to being a target. It was not until this day that he truly felt concern for his life. Death became a reality as the bandits gave pursuit into the blizzard. Azena ran for hours and sought refuge in the ancient tunnels that ran under Aldrina. Legends and rumors could be heard in every corner of the land about the evil that lurked in the Undercity. The young man was left with little choice and ventured in, knowing that his pursuers would not give chase in such a wicked place.
For days, Azena wandered in the darkness. Guided only by the flames he had been learning to conjure, he felt lost in the darkness. The treacherous paths carved into the walls and in the shape of natural bridges to cross chasms only led him deeper into the unknown. He did his best to avoid going down whenever given the option. The closer he remained to the surface, the greater hope he had to escape the endless caverns.
Days turned into weeks and weeks into months. Forced to feed on the disfigured and terrifying insects and small rodents to survive, Azena willed himself to push further. Fresh water became harder and harder to find as he knew the path had taken him below the strait separating Whitemist from the Genia mainland. It was his waning hope for sunlight that kept him moving. After nearly two months underground, Azena's persistence was rewarded. Fresh air and the dim light of a moon washed over him as he ascended into the freezing air of what he could only guess was the Shrouded Lands.
The frozen tundra that stretched across the north half of Genia was separated from the lush forests and plains by a towering mountain chain that stretched the width of the continent and reached high into the clouds. The Skyreach Mountains they were known as and they were the reason for the barren cold. They blocked the chilling north winds from the rest of the continent and kept the region in a constant layer of ice and snow year round. It was here that Azena's next trial would begin. Survival in any environment was difficult, but in this unforgiving climate it was all too easy to fall victim to the cold and hunger.
This was his destiny. Survive. Thrive. Then, reclaim what was lost.
Azena Ortiz is one of these children. At the age of twenty-four, he is easily considered a grown man in this society. Soon to take a wife, sire children, and continue a family name for generations to come. This was his destiny. However, with the single, unexpected drop of a leaf, an entire destiny can change. This leaf fell like lightning. Men razed his village in the night and killed his father. Gerald Ortiz, the humble and decent noble presiding over Whitemist, had made many enemies in his years. With rumors of his swaying loyalty to the crown, his life became a pawn as a man tried to change his own destiny. Azena was caught in the crossfire and fled into the night.
The silver-haired half-elf, Azena was used to being a target. It was not until this day that he truly felt concern for his life. Death became a reality as the bandits gave pursuit into the blizzard. Azena ran for hours and sought refuge in the ancient tunnels that ran under Aldrina. Legends and rumors could be heard in every corner of the land about the evil that lurked in the Undercity. The young man was left with little choice and ventured in, knowing that his pursuers would not give chase in such a wicked place.
For days, Azena wandered in the darkness. Guided only by the flames he had been learning to conjure, he felt lost in the darkness. The treacherous paths carved into the walls and in the shape of natural bridges to cross chasms only led him deeper into the unknown. He did his best to avoid going down whenever given the option. The closer he remained to the surface, the greater hope he had to escape the endless caverns.
Days turned into weeks and weeks into months. Forced to feed on the disfigured and terrifying insects and small rodents to survive, Azena willed himself to push further. Fresh water became harder and harder to find as he knew the path had taken him below the strait separating Whitemist from the Genia mainland. It was his waning hope for sunlight that kept him moving. After nearly two months underground, Azena's persistence was rewarded. Fresh air and the dim light of a moon washed over him as he ascended into the freezing air of what he could only guess was the Shrouded Lands.
The frozen tundra that stretched across the north half of Genia was separated from the lush forests and plains by a towering mountain chain that stretched the width of the continent and reached high into the clouds. The Skyreach Mountains they were known as and they were the reason for the barren cold. They blocked the chilling north winds from the rest of the continent and kept the region in a constant layer of ice and snow year round. It was here that Azena's next trial would begin. Survival in any environment was difficult, but in this unforgiving climate it was all too easy to fall victim to the cold and hunger.
This was his destiny. Survive. Thrive. Then, reclaim what was lost.
a
Sorry took so long, my roommate didn't pay our internet bill and we got shut off.
Ryder took her hand and saddled up behind her on the black beast. It was a rather impressive horse, but he'd expect no less for royalty. It was probably hand picked from the finest stables in the kingdom. He instinctively grasped around Gwendolen's waist when the horse broke into a gallop. She warned him, but Ryder hadn't expected such a jolt into speed. Impressive was the only word that came to mind.
"The Red Ravens base themselves in Larson's End, the hamlet north of Valeria. We should make it in good time." Ryder could only hope. It sounded like Roland had a well-thought plan to easily eradicate the Ravens. However, Ryder's disruption of the guards wouldn't go unnoticed. Roland was too smart to leave such an important task to one plan. He'd have a back up and could have implemented it in the time it took to navigate the sewers.
Larson's End was prettier than most hamlets in the kingdom. It had to be. Many dignitaries and diplomats passed through it on their way to and from Valeria. It rest just between Valeria and the first major crossing of roads to the other regions. The roads were kept clear of debris and feces. The brothel only took the prettiest of simple girls. The inn was well staffed and stocked to make sure that any men of stature that wanted to stay would not complain of service. Some of Valeria's more successful merchants invested in these improvements knowing that happy dignitaries meant an influx of coin.
Of course, there were plenty of mercenaries, adventurers, and travelers that took advantage of these luxuries as well. Pleasurable in comparison to Valerian hospitality, but at half the price. Ryder frequented the town himself when given the rare leave from the castle walls. The Ravens were well compensated for their service, but a long night of entertainment still cut holes in his purse. Ryder made the mental note to steer the princess away from the brothel. Faith points would be lost if she found out he was a recognized customer.
"Head to the Giant's Den. The tavern is a front for the Ravens." Ryder looked around at a lot of the gawking faces sticking out of windows and alleys. In any successful city, no matter the size, those of questionable standing lurked in the shadows to seize opportunities. That was not mentioning the curiosity of the horse itself and its riders. He lifted himself up and let the horse continue before dropping behind it. Ryder walked up along the side and grabbed the horse's reigns.
"You may want to dismount. You reek of authority riding through town." Ryder eyes swept between the sides of the street. Roland's men could have been in town. There was no way to know just how much Roland knew about Ryder's involvement. He had to assume that their arrival was expected. "You don't want to draw attention just yet."
"The Red Ravens base themselves in Larson's End, the hamlet north of Valeria. We should make it in good time." Ryder could only hope. It sounded like Roland had a well-thought plan to easily eradicate the Ravens. However, Ryder's disruption of the guards wouldn't go unnoticed. Roland was too smart to leave such an important task to one plan. He'd have a back up and could have implemented it in the time it took to navigate the sewers.
=====================================================================
Larson's End was prettier than most hamlets in the kingdom. It had to be. Many dignitaries and diplomats passed through it on their way to and from Valeria. It rest just between Valeria and the first major crossing of roads to the other regions. The roads were kept clear of debris and feces. The brothel only took the prettiest of simple girls. The inn was well staffed and stocked to make sure that any men of stature that wanted to stay would not complain of service. Some of Valeria's more successful merchants invested in these improvements knowing that happy dignitaries meant an influx of coin.
Of course, there were plenty of mercenaries, adventurers, and travelers that took advantage of these luxuries as well. Pleasurable in comparison to Valerian hospitality, but at half the price. Ryder frequented the town himself when given the rare leave from the castle walls. The Ravens were well compensated for their service, but a long night of entertainment still cut holes in his purse. Ryder made the mental note to steer the princess away from the brothel. Faith points would be lost if she found out he was a recognized customer.
"Head to the Giant's Den. The tavern is a front for the Ravens." Ryder looked around at a lot of the gawking faces sticking out of windows and alleys. In any successful city, no matter the size, those of questionable standing lurked in the shadows to seize opportunities. That was not mentioning the curiosity of the horse itself and its riders. He lifted himself up and let the horse continue before dropping behind it. Ryder walked up along the side and grabbed the horse's reigns.
"You may want to dismount. You reek of authority riding through town." Ryder eyes swept between the sides of the street. Roland's men could have been in town. There was no way to know just how much Roland knew about Ryder's involvement. He had to assume that their arrival was expected. "You don't want to draw attention just yet."
Definitely a wake up call. Maybe even for both. Ya Ryder had only been there a few months. Most of his experience with Gwen and her father has been watching the staff wait on them hand and foot.
I know. Ryder not so much. He has a warped perception of her and the rest of the nobles. Even with policies trying to improve life for common people, a small town like the one he's from didn't see it. The local nobility would be in charge of enacting any changes and some of them just didn't. You have to remember, he knows she's a general, but he's never seen her in action. He figures she sits in a comfy tent, well away from the combat, and sends men to their deaths. That will be the majority of his character development is realizing the more time he spends with her that she's not who he thought she was.
That's the perspective I'm writing from. Not just a commoner, but someone that grew up in dirt and grime. She and her father may have traveled, but the small and dainty villages probably weren't on their list of places. Those kind of people wouldn't know her from an amateur doppelganger. The bigger towns and certainly other leaders that oppose Roland shouldn't be hard to convince. It's just getting the news to them that she's still alive.
Sorry for any confusion or offense, I sometimes get into my character's head too much and let them vent in my descriptions.
That's the perspective I'm writing from. Not just a commoner, but someone that grew up in dirt and grime. She and her father may have traveled, but the small and dainty villages probably weren't on their list of places. Those kind of people wouldn't know her from an amateur doppelganger. The bigger towns and certainly other leaders that oppose Roland shouldn't be hard to convince. It's just getting the news to them that she's still alive.
Sorry for any confusion or offense, I sometimes get into my character's head too much and let them vent in my descriptions.
She made it sound so easy. It wasn't going to be enough to just pop and declare that she wasn't dead. Most of the people had never even seen her before. Any foolish young girl could step up and claim to be the princess now. The hard part was going to be rallying the people in her favor. The people could give her an edge in the fight against Roland, and could prove detrimental if she lacked their support. Ryder had to admit, she was handling herself much straighter than he had anticipated.
"That's complicated..." Ryder could hear Kayel lecturing him for telling the princess all about the king's secret organization. Revealing their true intentions in the castle would ruin the mission. It didn't matter anymore. Roland was obviously aware of the Ravens and had intentions to disband them. Maybe, this was his chance to save the Ravens. If, and it was a big IF, Gwendolen somehow managed to take back the throne. She would have to decide whether or not to continue using the Ravens. Ryder sighed and took a leap of faith.
"We, I...am a member of the Red Ravens. It is a group dedicated to the interests of the kingdom, receiving direct orders from your father. We were also responsible..." It was hard to finish the sentence. Ryder didn't care that the king was dead. He didn't care that he was now travelling with a self-centered princess. It was the fact that the Ravens failed. Ryder had failed. "The Ravens in the castle were for the protection of the royal family."
"That's complicated..." Ryder could hear Kayel lecturing him for telling the princess all about the king's secret organization. Revealing their true intentions in the castle would ruin the mission. It didn't matter anymore. Roland was obviously aware of the Ravens and had intentions to disband them. Maybe, this was his chance to save the Ravens. If, and it was a big IF, Gwendolen somehow managed to take back the throne. She would have to decide whether or not to continue using the Ravens. Ryder sighed and took a leap of faith.
"We, I...am a member of the Red Ravens. It is a group dedicated to the interests of the kingdom, receiving direct orders from your father. We were also responsible..." It was hard to finish the sentence. Ryder didn't care that the king was dead. He didn't care that he was now travelling with a self-centered princess. It was the fact that the Ravens failed. Ryder had failed. "The Ravens in the castle were for the protection of the royal family."
Everything all right?
“You can call me Ryder, and don’t worry. For the time being, I’m the only ally you have here.” Ryder smirked in the darkness. He actually felt superior to this fallen queen now. Sure, she had a whole kingdom to now rule, but only to have it taken from her in the same instance. It was amusing to drag her through the bowels of Valeria’s sewers. Oh, how the mighty have fallen.
The rest of the way was spent in silence. Ryder was actually surprised. He knew that he had led her in circles more than once. The sewers were confusing, winding and twisting, and he had never been in them before. As part of his assignment, Ryder was shown a map of the escape route, but a clear, bird’s-eye view did little when actually in the dim muck of it all. He expected her to be chewing him out for getting her lost in the stench cloud. Aside from his own fallacies, Ryder at least expected to hear quiet sobs or whispered threats as they felt through the dark. Gwendolen was silent the whole way.
Ryder could only guess the girl was still in shock. The battle hardened general, torn up by a simple coup. She probably saw her father die, but she was a warrior princess. She should have been able to handle it better. Though, Ryder couldn’t claim he’d be entirely immune to the effects, either. Just losing his comrades, some of which he didn’t even like, had shaken him up more than expected.
Perhaps it was sheer dumb luck, but Ryder managed to lead the princess to an exit. Runes etched in to the wall were glowing like candlelight as they approached. Ryder pressed his hand to it. Gwendolen bumped into him and he released an annoyed sigh. He mouthed the word Modith and the wall slid away. The light blinded them for a moment. His eyes adjusted and the hills of Valeria came into clarity. The rolling greens were famous for their sea of colors when the flowers bloomed in mid Spring. It was a lovely sight, or so Ryder heard. The hills were a faded green this close to Winter.
“Right, princess, I think we should make for Ravenhold. My brothers and sisters can protecct you until you figure out your next move.” It was a true enough statement, but not why Ryder wanted to go. The words of the soldiers still echoed in his head. Ravenhold would be next. He had to warn the others. Truthfully, he didn’t know how safe it’d be. Somebody betrayed the other Ravens. It was the only way Kayel and the others could have been caught so off guard. Ryder shook the image of Ravens piled on top of each other out of his head and started towards the sea of green.
The rest of the way was spent in silence. Ryder was actually surprised. He knew that he had led her in circles more than once. The sewers were confusing, winding and twisting, and he had never been in them before. As part of his assignment, Ryder was shown a map of the escape route, but a clear, bird’s-eye view did little when actually in the dim muck of it all. He expected her to be chewing him out for getting her lost in the stench cloud. Aside from his own fallacies, Ryder at least expected to hear quiet sobs or whispered threats as they felt through the dark. Gwendolen was silent the whole way.
Ryder could only guess the girl was still in shock. The battle hardened general, torn up by a simple coup. She probably saw her father die, but she was a warrior princess. She should have been able to handle it better. Though, Ryder couldn’t claim he’d be entirely immune to the effects, either. Just losing his comrades, some of which he didn’t even like, had shaken him up more than expected.
Perhaps it was sheer dumb luck, but Ryder managed to lead the princess to an exit. Runes etched in to the wall were glowing like candlelight as they approached. Ryder pressed his hand to it. Gwendolen bumped into him and he released an annoyed sigh. He mouthed the word Modith and the wall slid away. The light blinded them for a moment. His eyes adjusted and the hills of Valeria came into clarity. The rolling greens were famous for their sea of colors when the flowers bloomed in mid Spring. It was a lovely sight, or so Ryder heard. The hills were a faded green this close to Winter.
“Right, princess, I think we should make for Ravenhold. My brothers and sisters can protecct you until you figure out your next move.” It was a true enough statement, but not why Ryder wanted to go. The words of the soldiers still echoed in his head. Ravenhold would be next. He had to warn the others. Truthfully, he didn’t know how safe it’d be. Somebody betrayed the other Ravens. It was the only way Kayel and the others could have been caught so off guard. Ryder shook the image of Ravens piled on top of each other out of his head and started towards the sea of green.
© 2007-2024