Shin Ghost Note

Deadwood: Hope, Death, & Misery [Closed]

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"So... what led you to accept this invitation to almost certain death? Ehem. How rude of me... I'm Azariah Kravchenko. I supposed we're for the same thing... and if that's the case, it would be better to get to know each other..."

Azariah

To say the least, Nakala was caught off guard by the small fellow that decided to make conversation with her. If she had to be completely honest with herself; she was hardly paying any attention to the other people who entered the tent as (so far) they seemed completely unremarkable to the woman. Though, to address this fellow, she had to look down because she had nearly a foot and a half on him! It was almost funny, but Nakala wasn't in the mood to crack a smile or some display of emotion that'd make her appear weak. Naturally, Nakala keeps her face stoic as she replied, short and sweet.

"I am Nakala, it is... nice to meet you," The woman introduced herself before she held her tongue at revealing the exact nature of just why she's here. It was just not something that she was willing to share, far too personal. Far too private. "I am just a wandering warrior looking for a home to finally settle." It was likely not that convincing, but one couldn't fault Nakala for lying because, from a certain point of view, it was no lie.

However, some red-haired woman ran up and began fumbling over the map... Nakala raised an eyebrow as the display was probably enough to alleviate some of the awkwardness in her own interactions with Azariah. However, it just kept getting more and more strange as some loon came in singing, and another girl with a massive crossbow and didn't look all that happy to be there wasn't too far away from him - which honestly was the least strange thing about how this tent got.

One of those insects... The Gi-Syn-Yi. Nakala vividly remembers killing a few during her time as a gladiator - Nakala knows that they are fragile without their shells, and killing them is elementary. This was not something that she was going to mention, as the insect came in giggling like it had something up its sleeve. Nakala narrows her eyes, and another fool starts laughing along with it.

Then some moron ups everyone by bringing their horse into the tent, as if it wasn't cramped enough in there.

As this scene became more and more of a circus, Nakala found it harder and harder to keep quiet. The lone traveler's hands drifted upwards towards that hood that she was awfully tempted to pull up. Only so that she could bare her teeth in peace. She threw it over her head as the representative was getting annoyed herself.

"That is enough!" The representative called out... primarily to Hazel as she yanked the map away from her and then announced. "Enough listen up because the Queen wishes to see all of you in person. And she will throw you off of Exusia if you annoy her. And by that, I mean literally."

The lady shook her head as she looked around the room that got awfully quiet and sighed, "My name is Tisa Iruve and I am the Queen's representative for this quest that she has put out..." She mumbled something underneath her breath but it was next to impossible to discern. She shook her head as she said, "She wants to meet all of you in person to discuss the terms of the deal... which means that you will be teleported up into Exusia. However, when you get up there, we will relinquish any weaponry or any materials you can use to cast a spell until your time there is up."

Tisa looked among the group as she added,

"Is everyone okay with that? These terms cannot be negotiated."

Deadwood: Hope, Death, & Misery [Closed]

@FernStone Accepted.

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Every day in Deadwood was the same to Nakala. The sun rose, people died, and then it fell, and with it, more people fell to the horrors of this wretched land. To her, it was just the way Deadwood was, sad to say. The massive and proud woman marched through the land with a faded-green poncho on made for some Kaimerian or something.

Well, that Kaimerian wouldn't need it where he was going.

The hood was up, and nobody could see Nakala's face as she walked on the beaten path all by her lonesome. She felt and heard the whistling of the wind, kicking up dust with each step that she took. She stopped herself for just one second, as she swore she heard the wind whisper something into her ear. Maybe it was just her imagination. She looked to the left, then to the right. The coast was close for the lonesome traveler, but she knew that danger lurked around every corner, and over every hill.

Most likely the one that she was ascending as she monologued to herself.

Once again, the Bone Sea lived up to its name - a ribcage lay half-buried near the plateau of the slope, while the upper half of some horned wildebeest's skull lay unceremoniously overturned just a few paces ahead. Whether it was a few years old or a few centuries, it made no difference - the creature had long since lost its way and whatever remained had been picked clean by the carrion eaters and time itself.

Yet as she ascended the next incline, the rocky expanse gave way to what seemed like an endless, blue horizon. The Bonewater was the largest body of water in Deadwood - perhaps in all the world since the Cataclysm - fed by the Orthosi mountains hundreds of miles to the northwest, which served as the only landmark of which there could be no mistaking it in the Bone Sea.

Though salty, the Bonewater's importance was no less diminished, for the closest thing to 'road' stretched about its shores, a well-trodden trail that was nonetheless littered with the bones of countless travelers and beasts that had met an untimely end in their journeys at one point another. Today, a loose caravan of assorted travelers seem to stand out as dark silhouettes on the trail, with the outlines of spears, clubs, axes, even swords denoting that some of their numbers were armed. It was the way of things, for raiders and clansmen stalked the land while few could trust one another to rely on their fellows for protection.

Some walked afoot, others with a horse or a pack mule trailing behind them - it seemed the pilgrims were moving in the same direction as the half-giantess - south. Further along, the horizon elevated far above the water, a monolithic presence loomed in defiance of the unforgiving landscape which surrounded it.

Exusia.

It seemed that not even superstition and centuries of taboo had been enough to warn others away from the enigmatic realm, the fabled floating city protected from interlopers and the elements by the very magic it provided sanctuary to. The very heat made it seem to shimmer in the sky as though it were a mirage, magnifying its already surreal presence. She paused for a second as she stopped at the top of the hill to gaze upon the magnificent city. One day she dreamed of living here with Joko...

Joko.

A salty tear went down her face, she resisted the urge to whip the tear from her face. Merely out of fear of getting any of this dust or sand in her eye. As wondrous as the sight of Exusia was... she had to remain focus on the task at hand. She grabbed the side of her hood and yanked it into the way to shield her face from the upcoming dust storm.

On the horizon, almost underneath the floating city was an encampment. It was a large camp surrounded by a wooden fence with sharp wooden spikes protruding outwards. Inside the walls were many different colored tents, and had many people moving around. For a moment, Nakala thought that it was a bandit camp, but she knew it was exactly where she needed to go. She looked at the flier (perhaps it was more of an invitation) that she pulled off the walls of Darington. She gave it a good look as she crossed a sign for the little town. It was named...

Hope Passage.

Nakala marched down the old beaten pathway much like the other travelers... when she approached the gate, two Exusia soldiers wielding spears dropped into a defensive stance. She pulled out the invitation from the bag on her hip and then showed it to them and without a word they lowered their weapons.

"Head to the large tent in the center of Hope Passage." One guard said as he stepped to the side.

"The delegate will speak with you."

Nakala nodded her head and pushed her way through the guards and marched through this military-style encampment. There were soldiers left and right and then some were side-eyeing her as she walked into the center of the camp. A sigh escaped her lips as she stepped inside, pulling her hood down from the back as she looked at the woman in the center of the room. She was standing over a table with a map on top of it, and she was quite attractive.

"Why hello there," the woman greeted her, "Let's wait for some of the others to arrive, and then we'll get started, okay?"

Nakala nodded her head as she found her own little spot in the room as she watched everyone pour in.

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@Luminous Beings

<Snipped quote by The Ghost Note>

Denied, I accepted them first.

@Zombiedude101

Let's not make Luminous think his dick is that big.

Deadwood: Hope, Death, & Misery [Closed]

@Luminous Beings I love this character. Accepted.

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@Drag Me and Zomb give the thumbs up. Accepted.,

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Thlllth

_______________________________________________ LIFESPAN: >1 Year HEIGHT: Variable WEIGHT: Weightless FREQUENCY: Rare MAIN SETTLEMENT: Desolation

DESCRIPTION ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Simply put; Thlllth are strange, ghostlike beings intrinsically tied to magic. There is maddeningly little known about the Thlllth, with the common thread between any record or zoological treatise that mentions them being that we simply know almost nothing about them. They do not fall into any of the three states of matter, and induce a pins-and-needles sensation when they are touched; They are not any one color, and are really only visibly "colored" by way of analogy. While they are humanlike, they are constantly shifting in appearance like rippling water or light. Looking at a Thlllth is like looking at an optical illusion -- the longer you strain your eyes to look at it, the less it looks like the thing you started looking at. Thlllth are not capable of speech, or do not speak, but instead emit sounds they have heard. They interact minimally with the physical world around them, floating over or through physical objects. They do not eat or sleep, and how they are created or born is not known, though those who have managed to capture a Thlllth all report that they disintegrate within a year.

@Moth

approved

Deadwood: Hope, Death, & Misery [Closed]

@silvermist1116 Zomb says yes so accepted.

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@Dog@The Man Emperor Accepted.

@silvermist1116 I like Kai, but I'm gonna wait n' see what Zomb says before I accept.

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@Utrax accepted.