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When the Walls Beckon - (IC/OOC)

Well I am here but I've completely lost touch with this story. I'm sorry, the best thing for me would be to exit at an early stage. My character could easily fall in battle now that the roleplay is just beginning. Have fun everyone! See you around ^.^

When the Walls Beckon - (IC/OOC)

Here too of course ^.^

When the Walls Beckon - (IC/OOC)

The battle witch found herself on the ground kneeling beside another one of the creatures which had fallen by her hand. They were being overwhelmed and slowly but surely the creature began to spill through the gates, flooding the walls from which she'd made her escape. Yet not even the grounds were safe from their assault. She took out her knives from the four corpses in front of her. The shimmering silver had been dulled, stained black by the dark blood of the creatures. They hadn’t seen her coming and it was the element of surprise that allowed her to strike down four of them single handedly. She could not do it again. They were extremely fast and she could keep up with one of them but no more than that. When it came down to single combat she would stand a chance but there were countless of these monsters, she'd seen them beyond the gates through the eyes of her enchanted crow. They covered the fields and the hills beyond. The battlements were a mere pebble on their road, nothing more. There was a moment of silence, like the calm before the storm before the first creature charged at her. Instinctively she evaded his spear strike but it flipped its weapon around so the wooden end of the spear planted itself in her stomach. It disorientated her momentarily and the creature immediately launched its next attack. She barely got out of its way the iron tip of the spear scraped against her shoulder which was covered by armor. She put some distance between them by jumping back, staying low to the ground. Celine realized she would need to keep an eye on her surroundings but she couldn't afford to lose sight of her attacker. He was too fast for that. She waited for him to launch another attack. She always kept distance between her and her opponent, mainly so she had time to ready her knives and invoke her curses. Close quarter combat forced her to use her knives as weapons which was harder to do. It took longer to take them out. It came straight at her aimed for her chest and she sidestepped his charge and grabbed onto his spear with both hands. They staggered backwards and with its weapon held in the place the creature had no other means of attacking her. She did not hesitate and quickly plunged her knife into the side of its head, with the same uncanny speed she'd thrown it earlier. The creature fell to the ground its spear laying uselessly at its side, dark blood began to seep out of the wound at the side of its head. Celine wasted no time admiring her handiwork and returned the knife to its sheath wrapped around her thigh. As she retreated back into the town she soon realized she was getting outnumbered. The soldiers were no match for the speed of the invading forces. They fell to their feet left and right, the only allies she had left. She managed to save a few of them by launching her cursed knives at the wave of enemies. The curses she'd charged created an excruciating pain in the body by liquefying the bones that made up the skeleton frame. It quickly spread across the group of five which charged at the remaining three soldiers at her side. They dropped their spears and shields mid charge as their bodies became unable to carry the weight collapsing like sacks of flour in front of their feet. The men looked at her with wide fearful eyes blessing themselves in the name of their Goddess. "It is not me you should be afraid of" She said with an unreadable expression in her pale eyes. Her lips formed into the slightest of smiles. If they were afraid of her how were they going to stand against these creatures? The three soldiers were little more than boys trying to be men. Yet all men had already fallen and boys were all she had left. “We have to retreat” “Unless you’d rather stay here” Celine stated, gesturing to what remained of their comrades. The young soldiers didn’t protest and followed her as they went further into the town. While they were running Celine glanced to the walls at their side. There were ladders leading up to them. She might have used them as an escape plan but up there it was no better. They kept running until they were forced to stop by a battle taking place in the middle of the town. There were even less allied soldiers here than there had been at the gates and Celine wondered how the creatures had managed to infiltrate the town’s square. Maybe more of them had slipped past her than she’d realized, especially without the cover of the archers and mages. It was by the Dark Sisters watchful eye that she made it out alive back at the gates. They were coming from both sides now and without help they weren’t going to hold out for long. There were no quick escapes so she was going to fight to the death to survive this. She took out one of her knives and began to whisper the incantation that belonged to it. “Ready your weapons” She called out to the young soldiers at her side. Her voice was clear and did not betray any fear she might have felt.

Return of the Great Power

I'm out of this roleplay. More than a week of absence without any notice from a GM is never a good sign. Good luck guys! Hopefully Will is going to return to this. It has lots of potential to turn out great ^.^

When the Walls Beckon - (IC/OOC)

Is that post ever coming? :(

When the Walls Beckon - (IC/OOC)

Also here ^.^ Waiting patiently until I can post again.

Return of the Great Power

Name: Floure Camlo (Lovel) Gender: Female Age: 16 Appearance: Floure is a petite young girl at only 5’4’’. She has a very womanly figure for her age with narrow shoulders and a well-developed bosom. Her full hips are the most prominent part of her body. You could say she's a bit bottom heavy and very similar in shape to a pear. She has a sweet face with pale eyes, plump lips and a tiny nose. Her alabaster skin starkly contrasts with her flowing raven curls which Floure always wears down so it frames her face. She dresses in full skirts of many layers and colors matched with an off the shoulder blouse and a bodice to cinch in her waist. Around her ankles and wrists she wears many bracelets and bangles made of precious metals. Tiny charms of silver and gold hanging from them. She’s rarely seen without a colorful shawl wrapped around either her shoulders or waist. Village: Lovel Lovel is a tiny farming community to the west of the provinces. The village is situated in a valley which is flanked by forests on either side. Lovel possesses the most fertile fields in the western province so the main source of income and employment for many is to work the land. If one would continue west through the forests you would eventually reach the wide seas, but that would quite a journey. The people in Lovel are very simplistic and modest. They live off the bountiful harvest and the forests provide them with anything else they might need. It is a peaceful but quiet life in this town. Background: Floure wasn’t actually born in her hometown of Lovel. She was born inside a Vardo while traveling the roads. Her mother’s people were nomads and wanderers known as Travelers. Her surname is Camlo, meaning one who kisses well in the Traveler language. Coincidentally this translates into Lovel in the common tongue. Her father was a wealthy land owner but he was Goriken rat of Gentile blood, part of the common folk and not a Traveler. At first it was the money which drew her mother to him and it was only later that she actually fell in love. Her mother was exotic and unlike any of the common women in Lovel. They only had eyes for each other and Floure was just an accident. In fact her father was worried her mother would start to love her more than him. But that wasn't the case at all. It is safe to say that growing up they were greedy with their love for her. Looking back at her early childhood Floure firmly believes she would have been better off with the Travelers would it not be for the one person she loves deeply. As per Traveler tradition the extended family often went live with their children so Floure had her grandmother. A very loving but strict woman who took responsibility for her care. She was both a father and a mother to her. If they could have left Lovel they would have, but tradition prevented any attempts to this. With little intervention from her parents Floure's grandmother raised the girl as she saw fit teaching her the ways of the Travelers which included the art of dukkering, telling fortunes by hand at the very young age of seven. Dukkering came very natural to Floure, as if she had always known how to do it. This she did not tell her grandmother, because she immensely enjoyed spending time with her. The old woman wasn't blind and recognized her talent so she started to arrange clients for her granddaughter. These are her fondest memories and if asked about her life she will tell you of this. Floure is a compassionate and kind-hearted young girl, a good listener and a loyal friend. She trusts her intuition and is very sensitive to other's emotions, being an emotional person herself. On the occasion that she becomes irritated, Floure can be sarcastic, and sometimes uncharacteristically snappy. She doesn't usually move to judge at first sight, but if she doesn't take a liking to someone, it's probably with good reason. If you're in trouble Floure is the one to go to. Granted she'll probably won't be able to solve it for you but you'll feel reassured, trust me on this. She has a very familial feel to her and taking care of her family is what she does best. She is always up for fun and can be very mischievous. In a lot of ways she resembles her grandmother, albeit in her younger years. Currently arrangements are to be made for her to marry the son of the towns cobbler. Floure however has others plans. She longs to meet her Traveler brothers and sisters and wishes to escape the quiet life in Lovel. It is not for her. It is the Traveler blood within her, making her restless. Personal Aspirations: Floure wants to reconnect with the Traveler family she’s never met. The sisters and brothers of her mother as well as her many cousins. She doesn’t want to live her entire life in Lovel. Also even though she is of marriageable age she wants to choose her own husband and is firmly against her arranged marriage. Above all she just wants to be happy because she’s in quite a miserable situation right now, at least it seems that way. She feels trapped. I have used this character before in another roleplay with a very different setting. I just enjoyed writing for her so much that I wanted to revisit her. To me this is another opportunity to develop her in a different way and hopefully you’ll all enjoy her as much as I did.

Return of the Great Power

I also have a question ^.^ How long will the timeskip be? How many years?

Return of the Great Power

Oh I really like the way you set this up. I'd love to be part of this. I will be working on a character sheet tomorrow ^.^

When the Walls Beckon - (IC/OOC)

It's looking kind of grim for our party right now :( Twix hopefully llian can finish his spell!