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Edric looked at his sister with a look of 'what the hell did you bring home?' before taking the bowl from the man and filling it up again and handing him a bun of bread.
"So who's he? Your new husband?" He teased receiving a soft smack against his head for the suggestion.
"Don't be clever, dickhead." She cursed before she glared at the stranger, forcefully taking his hand and pushing the spoon into it.
"Here we eat with some civility and don't you dare 'make your ass say hello!' You stink the place enough up as is. You will eat and afterwards I will clean you up, cause by the heavens you look like you crawled out of a sewer! Even the pigs of Johnson are cleaner and smell better than you!" She ordered as she pointed at him, making sure he understood exactly what she meant.
"And don't you dare play dumb with me!" She warned ahead before she stomped off to ready some warm water and look after her sister first.
"Don't worry, she isn't always this crabby." Edric whispered to the man softly. "I'm Edric." He pointed at himself, offering the man a couple of strips of meat before he pointed at him.
"What's your name?"
Selene meanwhile had taken a bowl of water and cleaned up her sisters injuries, they were superficial thankfully, but the nasty bump on the head suggested the man had knocked her out cold. Thankfully she had found her when she did.
She didn't dare to think of what would have happened if she hadn't she released a shuddering breath when her sister's eyes opened slowly, groaning and looking up at her.
"Selene? What...ouch."
"Ssst, don't worry, you're safe at home. Just rest, you bumped your head rather nastily." She answered softly as she dabbed her forehead with a wet cloth. Just lie down for now, if you feel up to it you can have some broth later." She suggested seeing her sister's nose cringe at the new terrible smell in the room.
"Gods...what is that?"
"That, is coming from our guest, not to worry...he won't be smelling that way for long." She promised before she cast a sharp glance towards the two at the dining table.
She would need soap, a brush or two and a pair of scissors. Oh she would get the smell out of their house before it would penetrate and work its way into the rest of the furniture.

Frostridge

Selene wanted to curse and pray at the same time, but knowing how little time they actually had, she simply nodded and started running, trying to find a safe path for the stranger amongst the patches of Snow's Mercy that were scattered through the forest.
When they were about halfway Selene felt her adrenaline spike as she instantly recognised the silence that had fallen over the woods. The creatures were out, they would come. Clutching the shotgun closer in worry she silently pointed ahead towards the hill. They needed to go over the hill and to the otherside, as the sounds of breaking brances and rustling of leaves started to break the silence around them her breath became uneven as true fear and panic set in.
"Hurry..." She said to the stranger.
It felt like they were far too slow with climbing the hill and Selene was certain she had seen dark eyes and shadows dash ahead in the corner of her eyes.
When they reached the top of the hill the farmhouse stood there as a beacon of hope, the Snow's mercy softly glinting in the pale moonlight.
"Go!" Selene said pushing the man ahead and looking behind her for a moment. Dark shadows were darting between the trees below them with such speed that she dared not to count. Sprinting the final distance she slammed herself against the farm door yelling at Edric to let them in.
The rumbling of locks followed and to Selene it took far too long. Bravely she turned around standing on the porch pointing the shotgun in the direction she had come from, where they would have to come from too. She heard unearthly growls and sounds as the sounds surrounding them grew louder.
Edric opened the door at that moment and Selene pushed the stranger in before stepping in herself and helping Edric with the latches, locks and beams to secure the place. Angry growls and rustling sounded outside scratching at the wood of places that weren't protected by the Snow's Mercy wreaths before the sounds died down and they moved on, clearly not wanting to waste precious hunting time.
"What happened?" Was Edric's immediate question seeing his little sister unconscious and his older sister out of breath and bring a Farlander amongst them.
"You don't want to know..." was all Selene said trying to get calm her trembling limbs as she pointed to the bench where he could lay her sister down for now.
"This is...frankly I don't even know his name." She stated before looking at the man and grabbing the man by the hand only to guide him to the main table. She took out a chair and gestured for him to sit down before she placed a plate in front of him and poured him a cup of milk. Grabbing one of the wooden bowls her father had once carved for them, she filled it with broth and placed it with a spoon down in front of him. "Eat." She kindly told him. "We're safe now."

Jewel of the Skies

you may oh good sir.

At the swing of a pendulum (Looking for new partner) MxF

So as stated, I am looking for a new partner for this one, I want to play the female lead so what I am essentially looking for is someone who is willing to play the male counterpart.

If I've peeked your interest here's the storysetting:

This is the world of Outhros and is it a world where the evil forces conquered the good.
Under the rule of a powerful being known only as The Cruel One, the good races are forced to slavery and worse, subjugated and abused. Killed for sport and sacrifice.
Ravion the Dark Capital will be where our story starts.
Our characters are slaves of the wicked Hag Hadestra, me having survived for so long and you being 'a new purchase'.
Now you don't know why Hadestra has bought you, but with Hags you know it can't mean anything good.
As for your character, I will only accept males as this is a (MxF) rp.
Aside from that you have barely any limitations safe for being approx the lead's age. I don't do kids stuff or brother/sister.
Also this rp will have horror elements in it, so please be mindful of that.
One last reminder you need to be at the very least above 18 for this rp.


Hadestra.
Faeline's Mistress and one of the Skrilhexe of Ravion also known as the Dark Capital.

About Hags:
Hags, Witches or Crones are a powerful ally of the Cruel one. Divided in different covens the most powerful are the Moirai or 'FateSpinners'. Second to that come the Nagtraven a very selective group existing out of only the most elite and 'pureblooded' witches. Their powers extend to such a degree that they can mindspell someone, meaning they can mentally overpower them, even their weaker fellow witches.
Then come the Skrilhexe, famous for their lavish feasts and cruelty, unlike their Elitist Nagtraven they will gain more followers by any means necessary. They do more manual labour and spellwork, unlike the Nagtraven who simply order others to serve them mindlessly and completely.
Last come the bottomfeeders amongst the hags and those are known as the Brughas, they often are wandering peddling their wares and services unlike the other Hags. They are known for their lies and trickery one has to in order to survive in the world.

Hags know magic and use it in every sense of the word, some more than others, but they all agree on one thing. Blood determines and fuels a Hag's magic. To sustain their aging bodies they must regain strength and youth and that one only can retain by feeding on the blood and flesh of the 'untarnished'.
As soon as children lose this innocence, they are then reserved for sacrificial rituals or to be used to experiment upon.
Hags after all don't need to eat every day, but once in a while.
Men are used for hard labour or experiments aswell or when hags need them to reproduce and it is not uncommon they even experiment with that too. After all one wants powerful hags, pairing up different races for the sake of the experiment is only natural, since they cannot repoduce themselves and rely on the newborns of others.
People who wear the mark of the Promise, are of interest to the Hag for two reasons, one a potential magical child's blood and flesh is always more powerful than a regular slave's and the potential of them being capable of unlocking ancient secrets.

At the swing of a pendulum (Looking for new partner) MxF

Name: Faeline
Age: 23
Race: Human
Appearance:
Personality:
Faeline appears timid and shy at first glance, but stems from her desire to think about things or hold internal monologues determining whether or not she’ll say the right thing.
Having been sold into slavery from an early age Faeline also is rather skittish and weary she however hasn’t lost the will to live yet, though at times she wonders whether it would not simply be easier to just give up on her foolish hopes and dreams.
Once she trusts someone she opens herself up more and shows a curious and intelligent mind.
Background:
Faeline’s parents were poor farmers living close to the Dark Citadel, dependent upon the land for their food and the mercy of the Cruel One and his Hags. Tribute needs to be paid yearly and as per agreement, those with ‘a mark of the promise’ would be sold off to the Capital.
Unfortunately for Faeline and her younger brother they both bore the Mark of Promise and once discovered were betrayed and ‘sold off’ to the Dark Citadel. Whilst they had remained together at first they were pulled apart in the Citadel, her brother dragged off by ‘the Graven’ a terrifying order of occultists and Faeline was handed over to one of the Skrilhexe, a Coven of Hags of infamy. They worked their slaves to the bone and were known to be cruel, malicious and manipulative.
How Faeline had managed to stay alive up until now was a mystery, but she has seen the conniving glint in the eye of Hadestra, the Hag she had served for the past ten years.
She has observed the strange machine that the Hag had gotten just a few weeks ago, only to be shocked when she found a man seeming to sleep inside of it. Wondering if perhaps now her chance at freedom finally has arrived….

At the swing of a pendulum (Looking for new partner) MxF

Through the Sands of the Hourglass.

Our World is old.

Once it had been beautiful, rich and filled with life.

Harmony and Balance reigning prosperously as peace was maintained.

But it grew complacent…

Through careful machinations and planning the Cruel One managed to strike down the Forces of Good.

And The Moirai cut the threads of peace, weaving a new Fate for our world.

A new reign would rule, a Dark One.

And with every hour that passes Light’s strength withers away….

-The Clockmaker

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“GIRL!” A snarl echoed through the house as the Hag clearly was looking for her.

What would the Hag want now?
She knew Hadestra rarely wanted her for anything good on her part. More than likely there was another job she needed to do. As if the housework wasn’t tormenting enough.
She quickly moved up the stairs to meet the Hag halfway, taking the broom with her.
If it had seemed she had been busy, the Hag would hopefully not torment her again like last time. She still felt the lashes she had given her then, simply for not responding quickly enough.
As she came up to the top of the stairs she immediately felt the large shadow of the Skrilhexe fall over her form.

Hags you must understand are normally larger than humans are, though they appear like old crones do not mistake their age for frailty or weakness.
Whilst normally preferring their magic to do the dirty work, they are quite capable of crushing your wrist or worse your windpipe.
They’re ugly too, which they consider to be a trademark of true beauty. Some Hags enjoy transforming themselves with magic into what ‘normal’ people would consider as beautiful maidens and use it as a tool to manipulate the poor souls before eating them.
Yes, Hags eat people. Children especially, are a delicacy. Men they use for different experiments, hard labour or for carnal lusts.
That's when they need new Hags to join their ranks, since Hags themselves cannot produce children, they make people...well you know. They after all just need their newborns to corrupt and turn them into Hags.
How you ask?
Beats me, all I know is when it happens it is a grand occasion.
The new additions ‘Haglings’ as we tend to call them is important enough to celebrate with a grand feast in honour of the Dark One. They sacrifice during special hours of the day, hold cruel games, dance and eat lots of people.

Still if you consider the alternatives Hags are one of the lesser evil, believe it or not.
As a slave you can be chosen by a variety of masters.
Trolls for one, don’t have slaves for long, they mostly just want food. When they do get an attachment to their food (meaning they allow you to live for a while and not be eaten immediately) the whole tribal thing comes into play. You are their plaything and from the stories I heard they will fight over what to do with you. It usually ends up with you dying and they’re not above not cooking you first.
There’s the Giants and to be fair they’re not bad either, just similar to the Hag situation. You’re a servant until your time is up basically, though in their case you’re mostly there for entertainment. You need to keep them from boredom and Giants know magic too, though they rarely wield it.
Then there’s the cults.
These people are straight up monsters. They’re evil people who ‘joined’ the side of the Cruel One. I’m talking evil Wizards, Necromancers and straight up Murderers. What I heard about them is they do the most unspeakable things to you and all in the name of their Deity.
My brother was taken by those people…

“There you are little Starling!” The malicious voice spoke with honeyed tone, tearing Faeline from her thoughts. It nearly caused her to topple off the stairs. 'Starling' was Hadestra's petname for her when she was in one of her better moods or when she was 'asking' you to do something. 'Girl' was when she ordered you, there was no pretense of politeness then.
“For Daltor’s sake you stupid girl! Stop your fooling around! Out of my way!” The Hag ordered pushing her aside to the wall and made her way downstairs.
Faeline shot a glare at the Hag’s back and it immediately earned her a reprimand.
“Do you need me to sow your eyes shut?” Was the threatening question as the Hag made her way into her cellar.
Faeline immediately dropped her gaze and held onto the broom as she continued her sweeping, casting a glance once in a while towards the Hag to see what the evil crone was up to.
The woman moved to her workbench and set down a bag she had been carrying. A heavy metallic thud sounded and this peeked Faeline’s worry even more.
Out of the bag came a heavy roll of leather and with a bit of snickering and cackling from the Hag she unrolled it before bring out the other items she had clearly purchased or gathered from her fellow Hags.
Within the Leather lay several sets of dark metal blades. They almost looked like glass or crystal, but Faeline was quite sure they were not so fragile. Sharp curved edges, not blade was truly straight, it seemed they were for special occasions. A couple of bundles of black candles came out as well as a couple of other tools Faeline had never seen.
“Girl!” The Hag snapped. “Put the kettle on and prepare the oven. I’ll be having guests for dinner!”
Faeline nodded and hurried down the stairs over to the coal box, before the Hag cried out in protest.
“No Girl, we won’t be using coals today. Take the Oak woodblocks and take a handful of Cinder leaves for the aroma.”
“I would, but…”
“What is it, speak you silly cow!”
“We only have regular wood since you used the last bit of the Oak for the Bloodmoon feast.”
The Dark eyes of the Hag scowled for a moment, before realizing that Faeline was right. She’d used it on the young elvengirl. Never before had a roast been so scrumptious.
Anger flared up again.
“Well go and make some more then, do you expect me to do everything?!” The Hag snarled. “Now hurry up and buy some from the Alderman! Unless you want to be on the menu yourself! Be grateful I find too much pleasure in draining the little ones myself or I would have you do it! Now get!”
With that Faeline threw herself out of the backdoor, knowing all too well when not to test the Hag’s limits. As she passed the wooden shed outside she could hear the whimpering of some poor child coming from within.
She shuddered.
Gods, how could they be so cruel? Why was this allowed to go on?
Getting the wood quickly she hurried back, trying to ignore the cries for help on her way from the unfortunates.
When she returned the Hag was no longer down in the cellar, the knives and candles were gone and it all seemed like a weird memory or unrealistic dream.
Still, it wasn’t. Faeline knew that all too well. She hurried herself to the oven and prepped it with the woodblocks and leaves and set up the tinder, she couldn’t help glancing behind her as she did her work. Too often had she had the dream of being pushed into the oven herself, that she’d become rather paranoia about it all. After all it was unusual for her to have lived this long already. Hags tended to sacrifice their servants, especially when they became bored or annoyed with them.
But the Hag was still nowhere in sight, lighting the oven quickly and closing the oven door she finally allowed her beating heart to calm down a bit and look around.
She listened to the sounds upstairs, but heard nothing. Maybe the Hag had gone to her bed for a lie down. It wasn’t uncommon for Hadestra. Especially when the old Crone had guests, she wanted to be and look her sharpest so she would impress the others.
This new found silence allowed Faeline’s curiousity to seep in. Earlier that week Hadestra had brought something home that was more unusual.
It was a machine, a metal container of sorts and it had been carefully locked and warded with strange runes. Hadestra had cackled with such glee and almost danced, talking in riddles about rare blood and the unlocking of old secrets. The old hag had stored it in the Ritual room, below the cellar and had given Faeline strange looks of contentment, glee? Faeline wasn’t sure. Still Faeline had been rather curious as to what was actually in it. It had to be something of significance to elicit such a response from the crone.

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Selene was shocked and stunned by what occurred next, a wild man appeared out of nowhere and...well Selene could hardly keep up. He killed him, the man had killed Ella's attacker and then started mumbling and sobbing.
"He must completely have lost his mind." She uttered, before picking up the gun and spear and holding the weapon out to him.
"Here's your spear sir and you're right we need to get home." When he took it from her hands she hurried down to her unconscious sister, the still form made her fear the worst, but by the heavens when she notices a soft breathing she could barely believe her stars.
Her clothing seemed intact too, which made Selene breathe a sigh of relief, fearing the worst initially.
But they were in a bit of a pickle, the light was fading and with her sister out of it, Selene was certain that they wouldn't even make it halfway the woods if she had to carry her back.
Knowing that sometimes one had to take the good with the bad, she turned to the stranger again. Hoping he would be willing to help her out.
Taking charge of the situation and hoping it wouldn't get them all killed she moved up to him again and said.
"Sir, listen to me, we have little time, but we need to get to safety. The closest place nearby is our farm, but I can't make it if I have to carry my sister. We'll both get eaten. I need you to help me. Help me by carrying her. As thanks I will offer you food and shelter and anything you wish..." She pressed as she placed a hand on his shoulder as she spoke making him look at her.
"My name is Selene, that's my sister Ella and I am begging you. Please help. I cannot do this alone." She admitted whilst she kept an eye on the sky.
"Please sir, you're our only chance."

Tales of Death and Glory (A Fantasy Epic)

@DragonofTheWest Are we still continuing?

Jewel of the Skies

Meanwhile Tyrhallan was flying up front, sticking to the clouds, to try and stay out of sight, but this did not mean their path was an easy one. Trying to avoid the chaotic winds created by the mages and the lightning called upon and weaponized meant they were literally in the line of fire.
As they reached the frontlines Eilis couldn’t stop from looking horrified at the scene below her.
She wasn’t sure where the sky began and the ground stopped, the forces collided in so many different ways that it was dizzying to behold. Dragonfighters chased Empire soldiers on strange contraptions, artillery was blasted at one another, literally carving their own path in both vessel and earth. Eilis looked at back at Arn with concern, knowing his friends were probably down there grabbing hold of his arm for a moment.
She wanted to say so many things, to apologize for being the reason he wasn’t with those he cared about, those he had fought with to protect his home.
But she didn’t get the opportunity as another blast of lightning cut off their path forcing Umbra to fly lower, catching the attention of a couple of Imperial soldiers.
They send their flying machines up after them, thinking them soldiers running from the battlefield.

Tyrhallan’s eyes had scanned the battlefield seeing the clear struggle the Hearthguard had and cursed himself for not being able to be of any help.
The lightning was making their path forward even more difficult, but still they had to try, they had to…wait.
Tyrhallan’s eyes had been drawn to a familiar form on the battlefield.
“Uncle?” He had uttered aloud, before the humming of engines and shouts of Imperial soldiers came from behind them.
Shit, they had been spotted. Turning Viscera around, he shouted to Arn.
“Fly ahead, I’ll deal with them! Take care of her!” As he flew past Umbra and towards the Imperial soldiers.
He deftly made Viscera avoid their weapons, allowing the creature to loop and roll over and past them, this allowed Tyrhallan to draw his weapon and unleash his clasps. Dropping in and making short work of the first two before two more showed up, ramming the contraption to shake Tyrhallan off.
One was taken out by Viscera coming up from behind it and slamming its own weight against it. It also allowed Tyrhallan to jump back onto the Wyrm as it allowed the winds to carry it upwards and away from the other, disappearing in the clouds so the other had to give chase.

Jewel of the Skies

Don't worry about it, this is just set up and exposure I needed to do. After all I had to show off Uilles first to let people have some understanding of who the man was...

That said I will in another post for Tyr & co, so hold on to your seat, as long as I'm not boring you I am happy.