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In Avalia 3 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


Time: 9am, Soller
Location: Greenhouse in Roshmi City
Interactions: Nabarra @nasty
Mentions: none
Equipment: Sword, bow and arrows, small knife, wayfinder, fire kit, a pouch with about 120 amas



The dark elf leaped to her feet and Orias quickly took a step back, keeping distance from the enemy whose foul reputation was enough to quicken his heartbeat. His instincts screamed danger, muscles and sinews clamored for him to draw the sword, go for a quick strike before the enemy could draw her own weapon. To stay alive, win by any means because honor didn’t apply to dark elves. His mind wanted him to believe that and his body wanted to live. But that was the easy way out, but a path that would make him no better than the enemy he feared. He had to be better.

While holding all the hostility he expected, her words only brought confusion. Who did he think he was? She didn’t know? It didn’t matter, dark elf assassin or not, he would not let his guard down. It had to be a diversion, but if not to kill him then who? As she wildly jabbed her finger towards him, Orias expected only the worst. His own fading light was not enough to combat dark magic, but no shadowy tendrils came for him.

Then her expression changed, one of the familiar pain of regret that did not suit the image of a dark elf he held in his mind. It could only be a trick. Her claim of meaning no harm was far too alien a concept, against everything he knew to be true about her kind.

“You want to die? Then why draw this out? Draw your weapon, make this a fair fight, I will be happy to oblige. But to go about killing unarmed opponents, is, I believe, your kind’s way. What other business could a dark elf have in Roshmi, if not to bring death? I will not let that happen.” His tone was cold and deliberate, but he could not ignore his curiosity towards her intentions. His hand did not leave his sword, it was the only defense he could depend on.
In Avalia 3 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay



Time: 9 am, Soller
Location: Greenhouse in Roshmi City
Interactions: Nabarra @nasty
Mentions:
Equipment: Sword, bow and arrows, small knife, wayfinder, fire kit, a pouch with about 120 amas




Someone spoke to him, inquiring about his weapons. After the broadcast from last night, walking around unarmed anywhere seemed to be a foolish choice. He glanced up to explain to the stranger exactly what a declaration of war meant for Avalia, only to find himself meeting the eyes of a dark elf. He’d never seen one in the flesh, his familiarity with his people’s natural enemy was only through terrifying stories told to him as a child, stories in which dark elves were always the villain, akin to a boogeyman. While they shared similar features, her complexion was gray, reminding him of a corpse, red eyes as if permanently infected with bloodlust, and a sick expression of amusement on her face.

No need to explain what war means, sure she’s more than familiar. He thought as his hand immediately went to rest on the hilt of his sword. His eyes quickly studied his enemy, noting that her own sword had yet to be drawn and that he saw no other dark elves around. Had they merely sent one for him? Did they think him inconsequential enough that they had sent one lone assassin, or was she simply skilled enough that she needed no assistance? Three princes had been murdered last night, it seemed clear that the dark elf had come for a fourth.

“You’re a bit late, was I not valuable enough for your grotesque display last night? Cowardly, if you ask me. To slay those with their hands unarmed and bound. Your kin deserved less than what we gave you.” Orias spoke his words with bitter venom and shifted his stance expecting a fight. If he died here would that help fuel his family towards victory? Would they finally be proud to think of him going out fighting, finally making an honorable choice? Would they even know? The fact that this dark elf had come alone only set him on edge, only spoke to how dangerous she must be. Were insults enough to goad her into making a mistake, would it be enough to keep him alive?

It wasn’t the fear of death that twisted his stomach, it was the homesick thoughts of faces he might never see again. Rosaria, Annya, and the few true friends he thought of with fondness. Those he hadn’t seen in a long time, but who he never really considered he might never see again. Just this once, Solaris, do not be a useless shit. A prayer of desperation quickly thought while surrounded by the sunlight his god claimed as his holy symbol.
In Avalia 3 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
In Avalia 3 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
In Avalia 3 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


Time: 9am
Location: Port Vanarosa-The Seagull
Interactions: NPCs, Helio @princess
Mentions: none
Equipment: A cutlass, 2 knives and a dagger strategically hidden, a spyglass, a wayfinder, pouch of amas, half a bottle of rum, various jewelry.




“...and the skies grew dark, the sea raged, mighty winds howled as out from the darkest depths of the sea deadly tentacles lashed against the ship-” The sharp-toothed demihuman spun his tale of his latest misfortune to the table of fellow sailors. Until his overly dramatic tale was interrupted by the slam of a frustrated orc’s fist against the shaky wooden table.

“Less talk, call or fold.” The orc struggled to even fit comfortably in his chair, his impatient eyes kept flickering towards the pile of amas and treasure resting on the center of the table.

Nym took a brief moment to carefully consider his cards, which were shit, but he had a way to rectify that. He slid his hand into the breast pocket of his coat, retrieving both a new card, which he carefully palmed, and a small dagger with a gold sheath and hilt adorn with a few precious stones. He leaned forward and tossed it in the pile, allowing the others a moment to admire it. Then Nym returned to the careful study of the cards in his hand, sliding the palmed card into his hand and palmed a useless one out.

An elf fidgeted nervously before placing his own cards face down on the table and shaking his head. “I need a drink.” The man exited the game and Nym turned to flash a toothy smile as he left.

“Better luck next time mate.” He said as his hand with the palmed card moved to his boot and safely tucked the unwanted card away from sight.

His attention turned to the final man at the table, an ape-like creature called Boone, boatswain of The Marlin. Nym had spent far too long on land and was looking for a new crew to join since his recent, alleged, survival of an encounter with a monster of the deep. He quite liked the look of The Marlin and her crew didn’t seem half bad either. “Long story short, I find myself in need of work.” He carefully studied Boone’s reaction, though the other demihuman wore an unreadable expression.

“Lost another crew? Second time this year for ya?” The ape demi added his coins to the pile and placed his hand down face up. A decent hand, but one he knew his own hand beat. The orc tossed his hand of cards on the table with an aggravated grunt. Based on his bets and the quality of the hand he tossed down, Nym wondered if the orc even really understood the game. He made a mental note to always join a game with said orc.

“Can’t hardly be blamed for malfunctioning cannons or the existence of monsters.” Nym addressed Boone’s comment as he laid down his own cards for the remaining two to see. Truly neither instance had anything to do with him, nor were they as exciting as the stories he spun them into. But Nym preferred an exciting story to the dull truth any day.

“Aye, sounds like rotten luck.” Boone’s reply echoed all that he heard for the past several weeks. Every crew he tried to join seemed poisoned by the belief that somehow his luck had spoiled. Nym put little stock in such thoughts, he made his own luck, but sailors were a notoriously superstitious bunch and it was tough work to convince them otherwise once that belief had taken hold.

“It would seem luck is on my side today. Rumor has it you're in need of hands, mine are sea tested.” He countered, his lone glancing at the cards with a raised eyebrow.

“Not desperate enough to bring fowl luck aboard lad. The sea bears ye a grudge.” Boone’s tone shifted from calm to commanding.

“Hogwash, the sea adores me like a lover.” Nym stood and moved to collect his winnings.

“The sea’s turned against ya. And ya cheat at cards!” Boone slapped Nym’s hands away from the gold.

“I do.” He replied with a smirk, grabbed a half-finished bottle of rum from the table, and glanced to the orc at his right. “But so does he and you’ll find a card or two tucked up his sleeve.” He added, more than willing to be petty if he wasn’t getting either thing he wanted. He walked away from the table without the gold or a job offer and was satisfied to hear the ape demihuman and orc begin to shout at one another.

Nym took a swig from the bottle and sauntered out of The Seagull, he was clearly having no luck finding a worthy crew to join here. The streets were busy, no matter the time of day in Port Vanarosa. He spotted a red-haired fairy who he’d seen passed out on the floor of the tavern earlier in the morning and grinned. Anyone foolish enough to pass out in public around here was going to be fun company.

"I know what you need.” Nym spoke as he walked up to the fairy and lightly shook the bottle of rum he held. "Hair o’ the dog that bit ya?” He offered. He studied the fairy, trying to determine if looked like he had anything of value ripe for the taking or was simply another washed-up pauper looking for a chance of fortune in a den of thieves. "Ain’t seen ya around before, what brings ya to this den o' miscreants?”
In Avalia 3 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay



Time: 9 am, Soller
Location: Greenhouse in Roshmi City
Interactions:
Mentions:
Equipment: Sword, bow and arrows, small knife, wayfinder, fire kit, flask, and a pouch with about 120 amas.




Inhale. Exhale. Focus. A small orb of light flickered, barely bright enough to illuminate the face of the elf who held it suspended between his hands. The sun’s warmth shone down through the trees of the grand greenhouse of Roshmi City, a perfect spot for training and meditation. Orias had been at it for hours, trying to focus, and in theory, this was both the ideal spot and day to train with his magic. Soller, a day held holy to the sun god Solaris, the strength of the sun shone more brightly on this day than any other, and yet Orias could not manage to create and contain enough light to even outshine a lone candle. Even the day itself had already been darkened by the night before; a broadcast sent out by the dark elves showing the murders of three different princes and a light elf general.

Three princes when it should’ve been four. Shouldn’t have been Talindar. She died in my place. Hiding here like a coward, another price paid by a better elf for my mistakes…

The orb of light flickered out and vanished. Only the light from the sun shone upon him, his own light continued to fail him, growing dimmer as time crept by. Despite his constant prayers to Solaris his god continued to deem him unworthy of magic that had once come without a second thought. He tried again but failed to even create an orb to focus on this time. Inhale. Exhale. Orias couldn’t focus, couldn’t clear his head. He had known Talindar, a dear friend to his sisters, a great leader to elves, and he watched her die just so the Twin Head Dragon could make their grand declaration, for a show of blood to suit their macabre dramatics. Three princes, each from one of the major kingdoms, he should’ve been the fourth, but the world already thought him dead.

Orias had not regretted his absence, his family thrived without him there to further drag the Biren name into the mud. Now that had changed, had he stayed it could’ve just been him, throat reopened and the ending that should’ve been his would not have passed to another. His people would have still had Talindar to help lead them through dark times. Now his sisters would bear that burden and he knew they would do everything for their people. He stood, closed his eyes, and held his face towards the sun, towards the god that had turned his back on Orias.

Solaris, guide my actions. Give me clarity. Illuminate my path.

Orias no longer had control of his breath, shallow and haggard rather than control he’d had over it moments before. No sign or voice from a god was needed for an answer he already knew, but the fear of it was paralyzing. He waited for anything to happen, desperate for a cloud to obscure the sun, anything that he could interpret as a sign to do nothing.

But the sun simply shone with all its brilliance. He once thought he had chosen the hard path, to forsake a life of ease and luxury for toil and simplicity. But he had only given up things he had never really wanted, he had taken the easy way out the first chance he had. He knew that, he had only ever refused to accept it. The hard path was returning home, facing the chance that he might be discovered, and finding a place to help his people in the war effort. No matter what he did or didn’t do, war would come to all parts of Avalia, the dark elves and their terrible display had seen to that, they were more than just a light elf problem now.

Solaris, keep me hidden amongst my people, we both know you’ve done little else for me.

Respectful prayers had never earned him favor with his god, maybe he needed to be a little more demanding to grab the sun god’s attention. Orias figured it was worth a shot. His footsteps were heavy as he left the greenhouse. Those he passed in the city seemed to share the sentiment that this solstice was not a holiday to be enjoyed; the longest day of light would signal the beginning of a lot of darkness.
In Avalia 3 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


In Avalia 3 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
In Avalia 3 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

In Avalia 3 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

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