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Post by Damien on Sept 30, 2006 5:05:40 GMT -5
While Mithiel sifted through the woman’s memories, Rory did some mind-reading of his own. He glanced through the memories of a burly soldier and found out about the warriors in the camp, as well as the top rider candidate.
Rory quietly slipped down from his post at Mithiel’s signal, and then pointed out the visible fighters and magic users. Incompetent magic users for the most part, except for one that stood out. The trained warriors numbered seventeen, not including those still training.
“Do you have anything against killing women and children?”
((Want to set a fire, go in for the kill, or both? We can also leave them alone or enter the camp, disguised as Varden soldiers. Luna can ‘detect’ us by getting into our minds, and either try to kill us quietly or raise the alarm. If we are going in to kill, then she could try to stop us . . . ignoring or helping is just fine, if it suits her character. Depends on who posts first, I suppose.))
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Post by Mithiel on Sept 30, 2006 5:48:45 GMT -5
((Hmmm... suggest we enter slowly. trying to disguise, but soon they realise its us, and then Luna comes in. Ok?))
"Trained by Galbatorix himself. No way." Mithiel replied back, pulling out her sword, she inspected its sides, making sure it was razor sharp, before turning to Rory. "Hide your Empire seal." she instructed, as she pulled a cloak out from her pack, and drpaed it over herself, placing th hood up to cover her eyes.
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Post by Damien on Sept 30, 2006 6:22:02 GMT -5
Rory removed his shoulder band, and stuffed it into his pack. He didn’t bother with a cloak, instead he ripped a few more holes in his clothing, messed his hair, and rolled around in the dirt. When he was satisfied, he used a dagger drew a bunch of small cuts over his arms and one on his face. He then half-healed them, giving himself the look of a hunter. The one thing he lacked (and wasn’t willing to add, anyway) was the smell.
“I’m supposed to be a . . . hunter-type-thing from some random clan on the other side of the Spine. I think. And are you supposed to be on of those mysterious fortune-telling type women that dances for rain and prophesizes certain fiery doom?”
((If she comes in on time.))
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Post by Mithiel on Oct 1, 2006 3:47:56 GMT -5
"I dunno. WHatever they take me to be." Mithiel replied evasively. Standing up, she pulled her diamond dagger out from her belt and slipped it into her black leather boots before nodding towards Rory, she stpped out, and pulling the hood over her eyes slightly more, she stepped into the Varden camp.
Almost immediately, two bulky looking guards walked up, and holding out two spears, making an axe, stopped Rory and Mithiel from going any further. "Who are you, and what buisness do you have?" the one on the right asked, scrutinising them. "Lord Raylborn sent me here to look after the kids. There is a mild disease going around lately," Mithie said, not looking up, her hand hidden behind her clok, she pulled out a rock, and telephatically said a spell, and when she pulle d it out, the stone had turned into a metal plate, on it inscribed the words, "Permission from Lord Raylborn, Leader of the Varden". "This is the permission plate Lord Raylborn gave me." she said, showing it.
"And him?" the soldier asked, nodding towards Rory behind Mithiel.
((Lets wait for her. Enter first, and then we wait.))
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Post by Damien on Oct 1, 2006 5:48:58 GMT -5
((How about we stall, and then get into the action when Luna comes in?))
“I’m her guard. I’ve been assigned to protect her on the journey to this camp.” As if she needs me to protect her.
The guards still looked suspicious, but allowed them in anyway.
Oh wooooow . . . we’re in. Now what, are we supposed to be treating some diseased kids? Here’s to hoping it’s not contagious. Rory acted professional throughout their encounter with the men, and did not let his guard down while they walked towards a tent.
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Post by Luna Castrel on Oct 1, 2006 18:52:39 GMT -5
(sorry..I was busy all day yesterday. what do you awnt me to do here?she could always find her egg right about now. i dunno.ack..curse you time zones. just pm me next time too so I can have ideas here.)
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Post by Damien on Oct 2, 2006 1:31:16 GMT -5
((For two weeks, I will be busy. Mithiel might be busy too, since her's start either this week or next. And I didn't study much, so I'm doomed. Gah. Though finding a dragon egg in the spine might be a good idea (I'll be plenty of fun, but you'd get one messed-up dragon by the end of it) you'll need the mod's permission.))
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Post by Mithiel on Oct 2, 2006 3:27:13 GMT -5
You dumbhead. Its fake Mithiel mentally chided Rory as she stpped into the campsite and walked purposefully and full of confidence, towards the back of the campsite. Her eyes darted around, as she scrutinised the campsite. Many children and ladies, but few soldiers. She could easily overpower them.
((Yeah, listen to Damien. I haven't studied!!! *screams*
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Post by Damien on Oct 2, 2006 4:28:44 GMT -5
((I'm studying my Social Studies now, really should study Maths, and needs to do art. Yeesh. And just out of curiosity, what does your Social Studies textbook (or whatever it’s called there) say about Singapore?)) It may be a fake, but we still have to act as though it’s our real purpose, no? The guards took them to a tent at the very back, away from the main group. There was the faint smell of decay and an air of quiet hopelessness surrounding it. Sick tent. Yeek. A note to all of you from Vardy: 75 word minimum for RP posts please.  |
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Post by Mithiel on Oct 2, 2006 6:53:04 GMT -5
Might as well enter. Mithiel said, and placed a small protective spell around herself and Rory, before pushing aside the tent opening.The sight that greeted, was repulsize, and horrendous.
You were wrong apparently, Rory. Mitheil commented silently as she reeled against the sight. Many a dead body lay there, mawled or rampaged by some wild animal from the Spine, mostly were young men, out hunting for the small group camping there. But in a corner, lay a small boy, his face gashed, and his chest tore open. Blood was absent from his body, and his eyes were opened in a state of terrified shock, and beside the bed, lay a weeping mother, her body shaking from her wracking sobs. All people here, on the bed, have one similarity though. They are all dead. The sight was heart rendering, but Mithiel steeled her mind and soul. Pulling her cloak closer around her, she walked closer towards the dead bodies, and went to a gashed soldier, his face hardly recognisable.
Waving her hands over his mind, she gently prodded his last images, and the picture of a dark boar, bigger then a horse, with tusks as long as a tuba, and red glowing eyes rampaging the solider till he was half dead, with enough energy left, only for him to struggle back to the Varden campsite, before he fell dead. Mithiel let the image flash to Rory's mind, before shutting her mind. Then again, maybe being a Varden supporter isn't that easy. Mithiel said quietly to herself.
((they say its a beautiful country! Where not a piece of rubbish is allowed to be lay around, and no chewing gum is sold. True?))
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Post by Luna Castrel on Oct 3, 2006 18:16:38 GMT -5
(yeah..sorry i've been incredibly busy too.)
Luna watched again from the shadows, fading in to look at them.
"And what might you be doing here?"She asked, curious. THey didn't look like they were from the Spine..Something about them made her suspicious, her eyes narrowing at them. Her mind was busy at once, prying as best as she could.
One of them was human..the other, she couldn't quite make out. One was most certainly with the Empire and that frightened her. She hadn't actually fought any of them before and she worried about whether she could take them on or not. ONe thing was for certain, they were up to no good.
She shook a bit from the bad vibes she was getting and waited for an answer.
"Go on then?I know you're not from around here. Neither of you.What do you say to that...Damien?"
From Vardy *yet again*: Thank you for following the word limit rule thing. ^^ And, quick question, why are you in two RPs at once? o__O
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Post by Mithiel on Oct 4, 2006 3:31:48 GMT -5
A voice shook her from her reverie, as she felt a prodding tendril trying to go past her barriers. It tried hard, but failed, for the one thing that Galbatorix trained her time and time again, is to never forget your barriers, and always make them secure, inpenatrable. Lashing out from her barriers, like a whip cracking through the air, she hit back the tendril, causing as much pain as possible. "I've been sent from Lord Raylborn, to check on the children here, for Lord Raylborn says there is a mild disease going around lately." Mithiel answered quietly, still from behind her cloak, as she turned, only to give Luna a short glimpse of her sharp piercing forest green eyes, before turning her back towards her again. "If you'll excuse me, I need to go check up on the children." Mithiel said, before retreating from the tent. Come on Rory, outta here. She pried your mind. Mithiel said to Rory mentally, and placing her own barriers around the boys mind, to prevent Luna from seeing anymore. ((Damien's Rory here, not Damien. Er.. I dun get what I'm saying.  )) |
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Post by Damien on Oct 4, 2006 6:29:25 GMT -5
((Damien is my screename on practically every site I'm on. And yeah, the thing about no chewing gum is true, but there is a good reason for it. The rubbish thing . . . there's far less trash than, say, China or Indonesia, but litterbugs exist. Sorry about the word count, Vardy!))
I have a mind? Rory did feel the prodding, but just barely. And it definitely wasn’t enough to snap him out of his fish-filled daydream.
Why do they keep bodies here? Shouldn’t they bury ‘em, or something? Since dead-body-smell attracts wild animals. And fish with big teeth. He thought for a moment. Were they killed by fish?
The resulting mental whack brought him back to reality, and he followed Mithiel without comment . . . until they saw the sheer number of kids they were supposed to give a checkup to. Their ages were anywhere between a few months to just after puberty. And almost all of the older ones were taller than Rory.
I’m feeling short again . . .
((Selamat sore! Lu suka makan apa?))
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Post by Mithiel on Oct 4, 2006 6:45:42 GMT -5
((Hmm... Now i think Luna should catch up with them, and then do something to Mithiel that really makes her lose control and she strikes, attracting all the Varden warrios and then make everything into a flurry. Hows that? And lu cakap bahasa melayu dgn siapa? )) |
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Post by Damien on Oct 4, 2006 23:24:04 GMT -5
((I'm all for it, so long as none of us dies!))
((Saya orang Indonesia, bahasa Melayu sedikit berbeda, kan?))
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Post by Mithiel on Oct 8, 2006 7:16:09 GMT -5
Smiling gently under her hood, she bent down to her knees, and holding a small blonde boy by his shoulders. She brushed the young kid's frinch away from his forehead before asking kindly, "Good day kiddo, How are you today?" Mithiel asked chirpily.
((Argh, Writers block. But this RPG needs to go on somehow. And where's Luna?))
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Post by Damien on Oct 9, 2006 6:36:41 GMT -5
((I dunno. And my exams will (finally!) end tomorrow, so I have more time!))
While Mithiel was examining the blond, Rory had started a game with a couple of the other boys. It involved spiders, dice, cards, dirt and dead things in jars. Suffice to say, the mothers weren’t too happy.
Rory couldn’t do much to help, seeing as he had absolutely no healing skills to speak of. He knew how to use bandages, he knew a couple of healing spells, and he knew how to use medical lotions . . . but that was about it. When the boys had taken to pitting his jumping spiders against each other and letting them fight to the death, he retrieved his spiders and went to hover over Mithiel.
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Post by Mithiel on Oct 10, 2006 3:23:34 GMT -5
Rory, stop playing around with your pets. Since you know how to see minds, see the kids. Try and find if they have any characteristics they have in the past that will make them Dragon Riders. I must either kill them, or kidnap them. Empire can't afford to have extra Varden Riders. Mithiel chided him, whacking him gently mentally as she probed the blonde's mind. He seemed to have a good connection with nature, and all animals. But he seems naive, and un matched with a blade. Incompetant.
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Post by Damien on Oct 10, 2006 6:54:11 GMT -5
Rory obeyed without another word, and went to probe (as gently as possible) into the minds of all two dozen or so kids. Unfortunately, he didn’t really know what made a rider.
Hey Mithiel, what am I supposed to be looking for in them? Strength, fortitude, aptitude with magic, skills, moral values, stubbornness, uniqueness . . . or all of the above? Or more? Cooking skills, perhaps? Housekeeping skills? Personal hygiene? Inclination for insanity?
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Post by Mithiel on Oct 10, 2006 8:44:36 GMT -5
Gently whacking Rory again for his caused naivety, Mithiel wondered why in the world did she agree to let him help her. Find signs.. Oh i don't know what kind! Maybe uniqueness, skills. Summat like that. Mithiel replied, as she asked the blonde to return to his mother, finding nothing on him. She moved on a smiled sweetly at a little girl dressed in a cute dress, with ponytails down her side of her face. The girl smiled at her and immediately chirped. "Hello! I'm Kari. You are?" Kari asked. Oh great, a talkative one. Mithiel complained silently as she pulled the girl up to sit on her lap. "I'm... Alice. I've been sent by our leader to check up on you kids. Do you feel sick lately? Any signs?" Mithiel asked. As she did so, her mind tendril went out again, and entered the girls feeble barriers, probing gently, careful not to hurt her.
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