Seravee

Master and Apprentice

Her jaw dropped, then moved helplessly, gasping for a break in his ramblings like a fish out of water. She had nearly closed her mouth, giving up all together, when he gave her a chance to speak. There was confusion in his gaze, Naomi determined as her eyes met and held his. But also something that looked a bit like suspicion. And perhaps annoyance, which she supposed she could understand, as she had just interrupted his private reading time.

"Naomi," she finally replied, recognizing that there would be no more formal an introduction, given the late hour. She was exhausted from the long journey, and her interactions with the old man had left a bad taste in her mouth. The man with the wild eyes and scorched eyebrows said he had been reading when she approached. No doubt that they both had better things to do than exchange pleasantries in the dying sunlight. "I'm Naomi. I'm looking for a man named Veeran."

There was something about his eyes that piqued her interest. They were the color of polished steel, wide and dancing with curiosity, and humor at his own little joke. But there was also a gentle wisdom that she had witnessed in only a few other individuals, namely scholars and scientists. Her mentor from childhood had held the same look. So though she figured she already knew the answer, the blonde asked softly, "are you him?"

Master and Apprentice

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Master and Apprentice

"Veeran, eh?" The old man's weathered face, rough, like old leather leather, cracked with lines of thought. His tone carried the same confusion when he added, "I know of him, sure. He comes around here quite a bit, working with farmers, you know." A hand, spotted with age and crippled with early stages of arthritis, rose to remove his wide-billed straw hat. The other raked through the small patches of snow-white hair that remained. "But where he lives? Ah, I'm afraid I can't tell you. I'm an old man, you know."

At this, the woman he spoke to smiled. Is that so? she thought good-naturedly, her blue eyes sparkling with laughter at the stranger's behavior. He was charming, and reminded her quite a bit of her grandfather. Before his passing, he had a habit of of tacking the phrase 'you know' onto the end of just about every sentence. If the old man kept it up, she may not be able to keep the humor to herself.

His words drew her attention once more. "I'm sorry, but I don't recognize you, ma'am. And though my mind's going, you know, I'm not quick to forget a face. Are you from these parts?"

"Thanadan?" came her answer. "No, I'm not."

"So just visiting town to get something from Veeran then?"

Now her smile widened. She gave a small nod, then paused to brush back a few rogue locks of hair. It was blonde, but so sun-kissed that its color was not altogether different from the old man's. "In a manner of speaking. He has agreed to take me as his apprentice. I'll be studying under him."

The man paused, some of the joy leaving his expression. His brown eyes, the woman noted, hardened. This time, when he spoke, there were no light-hearted 'you knows.' "I see. So you're one of them, then?"

Was that hostility that laced his tone? The woman acted in turn, her own smile fading. "One of them?" she repeated.

He had offended, and this was not lost on him. He proceeded more cautiously, but his previous positivity was gone for good. His tone darkened. "A necromancer. We don't have many of your sort here."

"My sort." When she echoed his words, her tone was cold, and bereft of emotion. As a woman in her early thirties, who had lived a life that awarded her all the freedoms she desired, she did not appreciate being treated as an inferior. She would waste no more time on this man. "I'll take my leave then. Good day."

When she turned, she should have kept walking. The old man atop his rickety wagon, with his old grey mare and piss-poor demeanor, did not deserve another word. But she could not resist. "Odd," she added hotly, before rounding on him once more. "I have traveled the world. I have seen your kind before. But I had been told that Thanadan was an open-minded place. I am left to hope that you are merely the exception."

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When her anger had waned, Naomi had been left with the satisfaction of putting the old bigot in his place. But she was still without sense of where her future mentor resided. It had been hours before she stumbled upon his shop, and by then, she had nearly run herself ragged; the trip from Caershire had taken longer than she had anticipated. But the woman straightened her loose-fitting travel clothes, squared her shoulders, and sucked in a deep breath before rapping her knuckles against the sturdy wooden door.

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Yeah, my character has been submitted. I'm just waiting to hear back.

Rescue for the ages(Seravee/Freedomliveson)

Hey! So here's what I'm thinking.

Because this object was a triangle, I thought maybe it could just be a very advanced boobytrap. It emitted very negative emotions, intended to make anyone who found it turn back (or... kill each other). It didn't stop until it was knocked off the pedestal, and then it revealed the next passage.

Now I'm thinking that Yerbol could be the one having these visions and extreme reactions because he touched the plagued troopers. Looking back over what we've written, Leoria never did.

He could keep having visions/reactions as they move closer to the actual relic, and once they get there, that power might drive him to be the one to grab it. What happens then, I'm not sure yet!

How does that sound?

Rescue for the ages(Seravee/Freedomliveson)

He spoke, but she struggled to hear him. His voice felt far away, though his body resided only paces from hers. The throbbing of her heart between her ears, and the heaviness of her own ragged breathing, consumed her. Would taking a life ever get easier?

Then his hands were on her shoulders, his breath on her face. His eyes. They anchored her back in reality, and she forced herself to gaze deeper within them. They were such a unique shade of green, like an old, glass medicine bottle. Medicine bottle green. And so comforting. She allowed herself to focus on his eyes, the weight of his hands on her shoulders, and the sound of his voice. Finally, the words regained their clarity.

Swallowing the last of her unease, and shelving her negative emotions for the time being, she joined Yerbol in approaching the light. "I've never heard of it before," she confessed, her voice a whisper given the circumstances. They moved slowly, giving her a moment to speak. "But you've always been the scholar. I'm just the pilot." Humor had always been her best defense.

But Leoria's smile wilted, nearly as quickly as it had blossomed. A darkness settled over her, sudden and suffocating. First, it was merely heavy, like a wool blanket enveloping her. But then it began to burn. The blackness gave way to white, hot and fiery. Yerbol began to tremble beside her, his wails filled the large space. She wanted to demand that he stop the noise, and when he begged her to act, to remove the object, she wanted to tell him no. But there was still a small sliver that remained untainted, keeping the girl's head above the rising tide of hatred. And that part of her led her to the pedestal, leaving Yerbol as he collapsed to the ground.

She directed her anger toward the triangular object. How dare it inflict such pain? It had no right. Was this the thing that had killed those troopers? The thought was the last thing needed to bring her blood to a full boil. Her common sense urged her to pull down the sleeve of her robe, covering her bare skin before she let unbridled madness take over. With a dark, animalistic shout, her arm struck the item, knocking it off balance. It fell to the ground with a loud clank, and skidded twice before coming to rest at the foot of the large wall.

Or, at the very least, where a wall had been seconds before. It seemed that removing the object had triggered some sort of trap door, just large enough for two people to enter side-by-side. The anger that bubbled within her had not yet stilled by the time Yerbol stirred. As such, when he called out to her, her response was harsher than intended. "Yes, it's me. Now come on. I found a door."

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I'm interested! I will work on a sheet this afternoon. Most likely a healer.

Rescue for the ages(Seravee/Freedomliveson)

Take your time! Have an awesome evening. :)

7 Steps to finding an RP partner (Warning: Not for the easily offended)

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I am casually searching for a partner. I'm extremely picky and because of that it's a frustrating process. My frustration inspired parts of this satire ;)

@Denalz

Ah, fair enough then. Best of luck on your search.

7 Steps to finding an RP partner (Warning: Not for the easily offended)

But I mean, are you looking for a partner, or...?
I can't get a read on this one.