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Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

Congrats to myself. I have successfully managed to test the 'self-mentions in posts are ingored by the system'-feature. Unfortunately the 'replace self-mentions by mentions of those players that should have been mentioned instead' feature seems not to be implemented. Sorry!

_{And now guess how that error came to be...}

I have the subtle feeling that I might have gotten at least one or two things wrong in my post. If that's the case please tell me!

@Fetzen

Super dooper post! Glad to see you back! :)

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

My post is done, my apologies if Nicademus came off as too confrontational but I doubt that many people would immediately trust the party, even after Settione's words, on account of the fact that the group is rather eclectic and there's two species in it that usually tend to attack humanity most of the time. Also, speaking of Settione, I'm assuming that he is easily identifiable as a priest, but if he is not I can edit that out. Anyways, with that said, I hope that the post is good and is up to the RP's standards. Once again, thanks for letting me join!

@Mortarion

Oooh he came straight for Aeryn and I'm living for it

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

Aeryn flinched when Settione patted her back, not really understanding why this group of strange folk were so keen on... touching, and being handsy. THEN he had... he had the NERVE to address her appearance. He was obviously being sarcastic - after all, she looked like a bruised fruit right now, but still she gave him a smile. She was outnumbered by this group and so if she decided to pick a fight she might find herself on her arse very quickly. "... I guess thank you" she said, her already arched and pointed eyebrow raising even higher at his comment. She hoped this was a less aggressive indication to him that she was slightly perturbed and uncomfortable by his being so close to her.

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A daylight trek followed. By now, Aeryn was getting rather hungry, no, starving - she hadn't eaten much the night before, she placed a hand on her stomach and felt it grumble from behind the leather. It felt as though it was quite loud and so she looked to each of her sides to make sure nobody had heard. It was very unlikely, but she couldn't help but feel a twinge of embarrassment over it.

She wondered if maybe she would be less hungry now if only she'd had more of a chew and swallow on her Dorcha captor.

The human half of her was suddenly disgusted.

She reached into her bag and found a single shred of dried meat, and began to chew on it. It was that old it felt like she was gnawing through a stone. It had lost it's chewiness and instead just seemed to crumble unpleasantly. Not to mention it tasted so bland... She sighed and threw it to the ground. Useless snack.

The village got closer. She remembered this one, she had been on more than one occasion on her visits out of the underground. It was always at night, and it was always to bring stolen goods through and collect coin. They wouldn't recognise her now though, back then she had some finesse about her work and managed to be covered. Now she was exposed, and in the harsh light of day just looked like a stinking Dark Elf. The inhabitants of the village might not be too pleased to see her, and all of a sudden she began to get a little bit worried. These people didn't know her enough to help her out of a scrape...

And then of course, they were approached by the guards. Aeryn slunk to the back of the group, using her short height to her advantage, choosing to duck and cover behind the Skayleigh.

The Elder Scrolls: Swords and Snobbery

The Breton female ran the back of the wooden spoon through the slop inside of the small wooden bowl - which appeared to have some of the remains of yesterdays slop crusted around the rim. She may be a snob, but she had gone too long without eating to continue to be spiteful over it.

She sat closest to the bars of the prison - the reason being that the guards had decided it would be amusing to give her the pleasure of spending her stay in the dungeons in the call they fondly referred to as the "shitbox". The reason for this name being that there was a connection to the sewers by the window, and it would occasionally run through into the call. Thus, it was quite literally a shitbox. This was of course the best place to stuff a hoity-toity Breton witch. But really, it was a combination of everything. The smell of shit, the smell of other prisoners, the 'food', the dirt, and the fact she was forced to wear hemp rags.

She took a mouthful of the porridge, and had to force it past her own pursed lips. It tasted of nothing, and had the most disgusting texture of anything she'd ever eaten. It was no roast pheasant supper. She gagged on the slop but somehow managed to get it down. That was enough, she couldn't eat the whole bowl. Turning her head to the right, she got to watch an older Nord man shovel the very same putrid porridge down his gullet. "Disgusting..." she said to him, with a snooty look that she fired over in his direction. He blew her a kiss in response, oats slipping out of his lips as he did so. She heaved.

She wasn't sure how she had found herself in the Dragonsreach Dungeon. It was surely a misunderstanding. All she'd done was slip her hand into a man's pocket - but it had been a trade of services! She had healed him of his wounds, and - yes, he may have been passed out and drunk - but a deal was a deal. Anyway, the Whiterun guards had plucked her out of her seat, stripped her of her robes and belongings, and shoved what was probably a potato sack over her head and tossed her into the shitbox before she'd had enough time to explain.

It had now been 3 full days of guards and disgusting prisoners alike blowing her kisses, whistling at her, and gawping at her bare legs. The rags were not doing a good job at covering her up. She supposed it was on purpose. Her hair was dry and knotted, in a pile upon her head tied in place with a leather strip. She'd be damned if she was going to get her locks dipped in excrement.

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On day five she was taken from her cell and into the guards area. She wasn't sure why until she saw that one of the guards had been the victim of a run in with a frostbite spider and it's venom was working it's way through fast. "Oh my..." she said softly, in a husky tone. "That looks rather nasty.. You better get yourself to a doctor..." a smile played on her lips. She had a position of power here.

"'E can't. Cos we's not supposed to 'av them spiders down here..." said a large and... well, stupid looking Nordic guardsman.

"Well gentleman, my hands are tied... I'm a prisoner, I shouldn't be doing my Magics down here - you took away my things..." she made eye contact with the man with the wound, she could see the pain in his eyes, he was biting down on his lip to stop from crying.

"Look, wha dya want, scrub?!" asked the big one. The Breton thought on it for a moment.

"Well, for a start you can take me out of the shitbox. I want a proper meal, and I want proper clothing."

"You can av one of dem fings."

"I will have all three, or no dice."

The guards then began to look to each other, whereas the poor injured soul was pleading with his eyes for them to relent.

"Fine, we'll move you down to the uvva block, we'll share our meal tonight, and we'll give you pants."

She smirked, knowing that she had gotten her way and so began to get to work on the Guard. Making sure to take longer, and poke the wound just a little bit too much...

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The next morning, Raelynn Hawkford found herself in a new block. Away from the scum of the other side, perhaps now with some more distinguished criminals. She was in pants, and a lighter shirt, and she had a belly full of roast chicken and Nord Ale. It could be worse, but really it could not be any worse at all - she was still a prisoner after all.

As she surveyed her surroundings, the cell opposite hers took her attention. There was a man in there, lying on the floor facing the wall. She couldn't see his face but she surmised from his backside that he was an Imperial. His arms indicated that he was some kind of swordsman or mercenary. She smirked. This could be her way out of here. This man wasn't a petty pickpocket or town drunk. He wasn't a lowly peasant just thrown in a cell for nothing. This man had done something major to get himself tossed in here.

"Hmmm... now now, what's an Imperial like you doing down here in the gutter, huh?" she asked, standing up, hanging her arms through the bars, standing seductively against them, ready to catch his eye when he turned over to answer.

Mass Effect Andromeda: Frontier

With the battle well under way, Naryxa got to attention; "I can hold this barrier for as long as you need it at full strength but I can't do anything else so you'll have to-"

She was cut off by the EMP detonation, the sudden commotion upscuttled her to say the least. "Never mind, looks like I have incoming" she finished, eyes drawn to motions in the sand coming full speed towards her - with 3 powerful shots from her trusty Phalanx, she had eliminated the threat, the body of the wraith appeared at her feet in a cloud of dust. Some kind of disgusting pet of the Kett.

Now wasn't the time to inspect the steaming corpse, there were more incoming - with another clear round of shots she took another two of them down, and was able to push forward - staying under the cover of the crates that surrounded the lab. Her breath calm, her mind clear.

All of a sudden, a string of bullets tore through the crate to the left of her and disintegrated it like it was paper - she had to move. This was going to get her on Firu and Kargard's ass for sure. With ease, the Asari sprung in a backwards fashion up into the air, pushing herself backwards with grace into a backflip, avoiding a second spray of bullets from a Kett that was about to eat some bullets from Sabinus anyway. When she touched down onto the sand, she found herself a good distance from where she started, stood right beside Firuzeh.

Upon touchdown, she activated her biotic barrier - the purple bubble surrounded herself and Firuzeh and powered them up amongst the violent onslaught. "If we move quickly enough I can whack that Fiend with a Shockwave but between that and the barrier I'll be spent and will need to high tail out of there, but that will be the in that you and the Krogan need. Your choice if you want to take it."

She could see that the battle wasn't going to subside too soon - they were all in this for the long haul and she already began to wonder if plowing through her biotics right now was the best choice... But another round of fire from her Phalanx into a final wraith reminded her that she was a weapon - with or without them. She could recharge, and by the looks of things she had a pretty serious team around her.

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

I made my post - I won't get time to do it any later than now D:

I tried to make it so there are lots of gaps in there for everyone to write their own parts - for waking up, traveling, and seeing the village. If it's not okay please tell me and I'll change it.

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

The Dorcha mutt woke first to the gentle sound of the adventurers snoring away - deep in sleep. It was nice that they felt so safe that they could do that. Curiosity got the better of Aeryn, and she walked quietly over to their camp, creeping over each of the sleeping bodies - getting a good look at them in their slumber. She wondered what kinds of dreams such creatures had. What nightmares they might journey through each night. She was curious at what each of them had tucked away in their packs. It would be so easy to let her hands wander and pilfer from them - but she knew that they had nothing of worth to her. At least, not yet.

Her footsteps soft on the earth, she stalked across their camp - getting rather close to a few faces, breathing in their aura - their scents.

"This is why we don't have friends...." she thought to herself as she eventually reached the serene looking rogue who had quite literately, swept her off her feet the day before. A few hours of rest had softened her - and she felt less on edge. Her wounds had done some healing, her face less swollen and bloodied at least. In her own tongue she whispered softly to him - "thank you". The language of the dark elves making more sense to her. Perhaps in his sleep he might have heard it.

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She had done her investigations, and made her way over to the running water of the steam, to clean her face and to drink. She was reminded as the cold splash hit her skin, that they had been eluding to some kind of quest. In the quiet and stillness of morning, she had time to ponder it. It made sense really, when else would such an eclectic bunch of people meet together and be traveling through here of all places.

Maybe they would find use for a self-proclaimed Master Thief on their travels. It's not like she had anything better to be doing. She knelt at the stream for a while longer, running her fingers through the knots in her silver hair as she unfurled the messed braids, scooping out dirt from the day before, dipping her head into the water, and then back out again, over and over until the water ran clear and she could braid her hair tightly against her scalp, without sand catching under her nails, or scratching at her skin.

She heard the others start to wake up in the camp finally, as they talked amongst themselves and clattered pots around for breakfast she rose from the stream and made her way into the camp, she cleared her throat, realising she had not yet introduced herself;

"Umm... Good morning, I forgot to yesterday introduce myself. My name is Aeryn." She did not have a great handle over the common grammar and sentence structure, but she was oblivious to it being incorrect - perhaps the party before her might pick up on it though. She bowed her head, and made her way to the clearing of the mushrooms - allowing them to pack away their things and chat to each other and get ready for the journey out of the tunnels.

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Aeryn led them through the tunnels - she could sense the rogue close by, as well as the older Elven gentleman. There was a soft calm to the elf that she couldn't distinguish from his party-mates. He seemed to be very moderate in personality - and his calm demeanor almost slipped over to Aeryn. He seemed very unlike other people she had met - from the offset she felt at ease by his presence. It was nice to not have to be skittish or worried.

She led the party away from the stream and for a while, it would seem to the party that they were only getting deeper in, as opposed to out. The ground was a lush thick moss, spotted with dew and luminous fungi which caused the tunnel to have what some might find to be an eery glow - but to Aeryn it was peaceful and homely. The only sound was footsteps, the occasional snuffling exhale from the Elk, and the chatter of the group. The Dorcha stayed quiet as she led them further into darkness - and began to really worry that some of them might start to wonder if she was up to something treacherous.

Suddenly, she stopped in her tracks, pointing her eyes to the ceiling of the tunnel, reaching her left hand out to prompt those behind her to stop. She turned her head, a finger in front of her lips as she made a gentle "shhhh...", before pointing her other finger upwards to show everyone that the up on the ceiling was a few little leather cocoons. As they all drew quieter, the sound of the 'cocoons' became more apparent, there were snuffling sounds, and the occasional squeak.

"Moss Bats..." she whispered to Calanon. "They're going to help us find out way out... You'll see..." a smile crept upon her face and her eyes widened as she got ready to clap. She knew that the sound would startle them, and have them rush to the exit. Anyone who had any doubt about where Aeryn was taking them, wouldn't for much longer. She was sure to cup her palms to make the clap ring louder. As soon as the sound hit, the bats woke from their sleep and began to squawk. They burst from their positions and rushed forwards in the direction that Aeryn had been walking. Their sounds helping to guide them out, they led the way.

Truth be told, Aeryn wasn't one hundred percent sure of which exit she had led them too, she knew there was a village out there but there was a few different sides she could wind up on. She watched as the bats charged forwards, and so she followed a little quicker than the pace she had been taking. The ground stopped being a thick and slippery moss, and became rock again, and there started to be a slight incline. "Almost there... Feel a breeze, around the rock."

The path grew narrower; luckily not too much so that they could not get the larger part members through - or the elk for the matter, but what had been a straight pat now became a series of twists and cracks in rock face. "There... there is a village here. This is the shortest path to Durriuchii... We are... on the Western side... I think". As she broke out of the tunnel and stepped away from the last crack to sunlight, she squinted her own eyes. They were not used to sunlight like this, it always took her longer to adjust and she opted to let them adjust while everyone got out. They would see a small village ahead of them, at the top of a hill they were now standing at the bottom of.

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Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

"I have always been free" she snapped back with a sharp tongue, some of what this band of adventurers had been saying had rubbed her the wrong way. Was she an animal that they could fuss over to feel better about themselves for a moment? Before mending it and setting it back into the wilderness. No.

She composed herself, before taking several strides back into the river, wading across to the other side to the lifeless body of one of her captors. Beside him was a sword, and a satchel. She picked up the sword with her right hand, letting it swing in a graceful fashion as she felt the weight of the hilt in her hand, and let herself be re-acquainted with her trusty blade before sheathing it at her side - but not before she made eye contact with her 'saviours'. She wanted them to know she was dangerous - and not some sad case.

She put the satchel over her shoulder, checking it's contents and that nothing was missing. There was still a small pouch of gold, some dried meat strips, and two small steel daggers. With a grin, she tucked the daggers away in her belt.

"I can help you out of here - if you're lost" the words, this language felt alien to her - so did listening to it, but she tried her best with it. "Now I sleep and rest, I'm leaving at the morning. Follow or don't. Your choice."

From laughing and feeling some sense of camaraderie, to being cold and stand-offish, holding her distance now - such was the ping pong personality of the Dorcha half breed.

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

Have changed the post, my bad - I really thougbt it would be okay since it was such a tiny thing, sorry.

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

Hey peeps!

Sorry for the quiet - I will write my post in the next day (dont wanna commit to any time i cant keep up with) I'm not one for excuses but I have been very sick and to the Dr this week which hasnt been fun. I'm all good and having a course of antibiotics I'm just tryna rest

>.< sorrryy!!