Avatar of silavor
  • Last Seen: 4 yrs ago
  • Old Guild Username: silavor
  • Joined: 11 yrs ago
  • Posts: 48 (0.01 / day)
  • VMs: 0
  • Username history
    1. silavor 11 yrs ago

Status

User has no status, yet

Bio

User has no bio, yet

Most Recent Posts

I don't know if we really have to do anything about the previous IC posts. We can just keep going from where we left off. If it's really important for newcomers or something then I guess everything can just be copied over quickly in a couple of posts.
I think I'll hold off on Ereshk's reply to Barst until we settle the new thread idea.
I'm alright with a new thread.
Yeah, I'll admit, the OOC thread is kind of a mess. Now that we've spent 7 pages ironing out the kinks, the starting posts could definitely use some expanding for newcomers.

Start of the plot, character sheet
Handy list of classes with the weapons they typically use
The skeleton backstory of Vinsenia, complete with part 2! Over here is the list of other nations around Vinsenia. TentacleLord has posted the map several times since then, including editing it into the start, but for reference I'll include it below:




Characters

  1. The Carthul family, leaders of the protagonists: Duraid the male Warrior, and his daughter Faris the female Mercenary. Also includes Kayech Del Vinensia the male King and main antagonist.

  2. Hark the male Sword Knight.

  3. Ereshk the male Dark Mage.

  4. Ashielle the female Branded Soldier.

  5. Barst Palatine the male Pegasus Archer.

  6. The Tyl family: Seyl the female Wyvern Knight, Garin the male Pegasus Knight, and Yali their adopted Hawk Laguz child.

  7. The Nsran Branded wolf pack: Lasair the male Rogue, Nialas the male Lancer, Sammael the male Archer, and Helath the male Barbarian.

  8. The von Schmitt family: Alice the female General, Klint the male Hero, Welsh the male Swordmaster, and Will the male Assassin. Antagonists.

  9. Isaac the male Hero. Antagonist.

"Oh, you're from Caldegia?" Ereshk inquired curiously, picking up the remainder of the supplies Barst had left behind. He hurried after the man and his pegasus. Ereshk's long traveling cloak fluttered behind him as he moved. The raven insignia gave off the illusion of flapping wings while the mage was in motion, shifting with every step and with every subtle change in the wind.

"I'm Ereshk by the way, though I guess you already knew that, huh." The mage chuckled to himself as he tried to match Barst's pace. "Everything here is so different from my apprenticeship. Cooking our own meals, cleaning our own clothes, carrying our own bags, it's all just so foreign."
Ereshk was breathing very heavily as he hobbled down the road out of town. The bags were wobbling dangerously in his shaking arms, and came very close to spilling more than a couple times.
In, out. In, out. In, out. He could ignore the pain in his arms if he focused on his breathing, but it also cost him his perception of everything but the road in front of him. Consequently, it came as a bit of a shock when a pegasus landed right in front of the mage. Ereshk jumped a little when it appeared the pegasus could talk; and it knew his name to boot! Pegasi weren't supposed to talk, right? They were smart, and had a sort of magic of their own, but Ereshk was sure they weren't supposed to talk.

As the mage's senses fully returned to reality he realized that there was a man on the back of the pegasus, and it was the man who was talking, not the steed. Ereshk thought the stranger looked somewhat familiar. The man knew his name, so he was probably one of the other mercenaries from camp. Right? Did that make sense? How late was Ereshk, anyway? Was this man sent to find him? The mage looked up at the sky. The sun was a lot further along than he had hoped.

"Oh! Um. I'm sorry," Ereshk replied, setting the bags down on the road in front of him. He quickly shook out his arms, trying to get feeling back. "Some help would be appreciated, yes."
Ereshk yawned sleepily as he strolled through the busy market streets of Charten. The thin tendons of his pale wrists were bulging and trembling from the strain of his overloaded grocery bags. The largest sack, right in the middle of the cluster of bags, was full of bright red apples harvested from the southern plains. The rest of the bags had ears of corn, a dozen eggs, and a plucked chicken. On his own this would have easily kept him fed for a week, maybe two, but the mage was part of something bigger now. He had joined a family; or at least, that's what mister Carthul had called it. Ereshk still wasn't entirely sure what he had gotten himself in to.

The past week had been full of learning experiences. Lesson one was that a company of mercenaries ate more than a swarm of locusts, and in half the time. Exhausted, the frail scholar hoisted his bags onto a park bench and sat down beside them to catch his breath. He looked over the groceries he had acquired thus far, and his shoulders sagged in dismay. This wouldn't even be enough for one meal. What would have lasted Ereshk days would be gone in a matter of hours once he returned to camp. That is, if he could return to camp. The flesh on his palms were red, raw, and sore. The scholar sighed, gently rubbing his aching hands on his cloak. His thoughts drifted to home, and to his Master back in Vinsenia. The old king had still been alive back then. The Vale had been a simpler place, a peaceful place. Why all this turmoil and bloodshed? What did this new king hope to achieve?

Ereshk gathered up his bags once more. Every muscle in his upper body ached from the strain, but he was determined to make it back to camp with tonight's meal. Or, well, maybe half of tonight's meal. Tonight's snack? He started going over the list of fellow mercenaries that he could remember from camp.

Well, at the very least, there should be enough apples for everyone to have one.
Ohhh, is that our first official antagonist?
How long has it been, roughly, since Vinsenia's new king took the throne?
I am perfectly ok with having a mountain of a man for a guardian. :D
© 2007-2024
BBCode Cheatsheet