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Post by raphe on Nov 18, 2009 0:22:43 GMT -5
{{OOC: I hope this is what your looking for}}
There was a bright flash and then the next thing Damian knew he was falling. He hit the ground with a heavy thud and let out a low groan. Damian close his eyes and started to rub his face. "What happened? The last thing I remember is..." His eyes flew open as he realized that he couldn't remember anything. At first he started to freak out but then he was fine with it. For some reason not knowing, not having a past seemed..right to him.
A smile spread across his lips as he stared up at the stars. He was comfortable lying here in the grass but he felt it was about time he got up and got his bearings. As he got up he noticed a new weight in his hand. He looked over as his fingers curled around a Scythe. To his knowledge he never used one or even owned one. He looked at the blade and he couldn't find any stains, nicks or scratches. It had to be new, and it wasn't one on of those sickles a farmer used. Oh no this thing was well made and had beautiful tribal markings running from where the blade and handle to meet to the small spike on the end.
He the looked at what he was wearing and noticed it was mostly made of leather. As he began walking about it felt a little tight but the more he moved the better it felt. He found a sheath of sorts on slung on his back. It took him a minute or so but he found a way to arrange the scythe so it was resting in it. Finally he took a look around and he couldn't believe where he was. It wasn't the forest around him that he marveled at it was the portal that stood before him. The design was simple in itself but the sense of power coming from it was incredible. Suddenly the portal sparked then became active. A white light appeared at it's center then slowly expanded outward until it filled the entire frame.
Damian tried to see what was on the other side but instead of seeing another place he was multitudes of stars. At first he wasn't sure what he should do but the more he stood there the more he knew that the portal was there to take him away. He knew that if he walked forward through that portal it would change everything. Well it' not like there's anything going on anyway so he took a deep breathe and walked through.
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Post by LadyScribe on Nov 18, 2009 15:47:16 GMT -5
(( different Storyline for Wynnifred ))
Wynnifred, at times, hated the forest. It was alive...there was no doubt about that. But was it wholesome for whole groups of people to be secluded under its leaves forever? She didn't think so. So, to escape, she climbed a tree as high as she could to see the sky...at least the pieces of it visible between the dark pine needles and leaves. Suddenly, as she placed her foot on a brach, ready to climb up, a noise from behind startled her into falling over.
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Post by raphe on Nov 20, 2009 17:52:41 GMT -5
{{OOC: I am suppose to reply to this or not? cause the different storyline thing threw me.}}
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Post by LadyScribe on Nov 20, 2009 17:55:36 GMT -5
(( THis is just a different Storyline for Wynnifred...reply however you wish! One character can only do two storylines that never intersect. ))
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Post by raphe on Nov 20, 2009 18:41:15 GMT -5
Instead of just walking through the portal as he expected Damian was shot through the thing and when he came out the other side he was air borne. Not having time to do anything else he threw his arms up and gritted his teeth. Once again he hit the ground with a thud. "Ow. What is it with this place and dropping you?" He got up and brushed himself off as he didn't he took a look around. The first thing he noticed was how dense the forest was. He looked up but he couldn't even get a glimpse at the sky through the canopy.
Damain started to rub his temple 'Great I've been thrown into the middle of nowhere, and the only thing I have to defend myself is a scythe that I have no idea how to use. His thoughts were interrupted when he heard the rustling of leaves. He quickly turned to the source expecting to find some manner of beast charging him but instead he saw a girl getting up.
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Post by LadyScribe on Nov 20, 2009 18:48:18 GMT -5
Wynnifred-who was still clumsy after years of weapons training-stumbled again and fell to the ground in a huff. Her light green eyes glared at the newcomer. "Help me up?" She insisted, holding out a thin, pale hand. Startled, the stranger reached out a hand and pulled her to her feet. Wynnifred brushed the dust from her clothes and took a few steps back from the newcomer. "Thank you." She said. It sounded like a disapproval...but then, it was her job to be suspicious of portal comers. Not all of them had been good, and the forest had suffered enough for their crimes. She crossed her arms, her hand easily and secretly disappearing into sleeve of her shirt as she gripped a thin silver knife. "Who are you? A portal comer?" What else could the newcomer do but nod? Wynnifred nodded too, confirming her suspicions. "Come with me." She whispered abruptly, determining to lead him to her family to decide what to do.
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Post by raphe on Nov 24, 2009 2:28:15 GMT -5
As he looked at her she almost glared at him and insisted that he help her. Just for the way she was acting he almsot said no but then thought better of it and helped her up. After he helped up her up she thanked him but in such a way that it made it seem like she really didn't want the help. When she asked if he was a portal comer he wasn't sure how to react so he hesitated a moment then slowly nodded yes. The girl then whispered something then took off. He stood there for a second not sure what to think. The girl was acting every which way and now she wanted him to follow her. He rubbed his temples and took a deep breath. He hadn't been awake for even a few hours and already he could tell this was going to be a long day. He took one last look at the canopy then followed the stranger.
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Post by LadyScribe on Nov 30, 2009 13:30:57 GMT -5
Wynnifred felt tongue tied around the stranger as she slowed her pace from its break-neck speed. What could she say to a portal comer? "Hey, nice to see you alive!" Certainly not. She nervously pushed back a lock of long, dark hair. "You'll find my people to be somewhat suspicious of strangers." The warning fell from her lips too quickly, and she mentally cursed as she waited for a reply. Why did everything she said have to come out cryptic or rudeness
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Post by raphe on Nov 30, 2009 21:06:47 GMT -5
It didn't take log for Damian to catch up to the stranger. When he caught up to her she look a bit confused then she blurted a warning out. He gave a slight laugh then replied "As long as their not as confusing as you then I should be fine."
He followed her for a few more minutes in what he felt to be a comfortable silence. It then occurred to him that he had no idea who she was. "Before we get there it would probably be uesfull for you to know my name and for me to know yours, mine is Damian by the way."
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Post by LadyScribe on Dec 1, 2009 18:28:48 GMT -5
"Wynnifred." She grunted, still a bit miffed at his insinuation about her confusing him. Was that supposed to be an insult or a compliment? Did he think her ovveractive or pleasantly mysterious. Wynnifred sighed and rubbed her temples a moment, nursing a headache that disappeared as quickly as it had come. Why did everything else have to be so confusing?
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Post by raphe on Dec 15, 2009 2:45:53 GMT -5
Now she seemed kinda ticked but he ignored and walked next to her. "Well it's nice to meet you, under the circumstances I suppose worse could have happened." She was still a little put out so he decided to change the subject. "So how much farther until we reach this place? This scythe isn't light you know."
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Post by LadyScribe on Dec 17, 2009 19:23:59 GMT -5
"Not much farther...you'll definitely know...Aha!" A grin broke across her face and she rushed forward, darting into the trees. Her body disappeared as her brothers emerged from the bushes as skillfully as she to replace her. How would the newcomer handle the interrogation conducted by seven large men?
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Post by ShadowDeeD on Dec 28, 2009 14:23:23 GMT -5
Tende was resting on a stone that was shaped almost as a chair.His hood was down and his ribbons that were enchanted to his hair were down almost to the ground and they were changing color.Then he know that someone is near him.Becouse they were made to signalise the wearer of them if someone is near.His bow and arrow were next to him.His eyes were closed relaxing his muscles.Green eyes were opening and starting to look up in to the sky.Then he got up and started walking.He was heading to the town.Wind that was slowly blowing made his ribbons move up and down.
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Post by LadyScribe on Dec 28, 2009 18:09:37 GMT -5
Iroin, the eldest and most brawy, was the first to step forward. "Another portal-comer?" He asked his sister in a language no one but the forest peoples understood. Mildly shamed by Iroin's intended rudeness, she nodded, and weakly gestured to the newcomer. "I leave him to you brother, but remember this; these people are strange to this world and our ways...try not to injure him." "Whatever our dear little sister says!" Fruin, the next eldest said sarcastically. wynnifred's face heated as the men laughed boisterously. Iroin affectionately stepped forward and put an arm about her shoulders...despite teasing her mercilessly, he really was her favorite brother. behind her, three of the other stepped forward to almost forcefully lead Damien away with them...blindfolded. "Cheer up, little sister; he'll be having the fireside ceremony and be out of our hair before you know it." Wynnifred shuddered. "That's what I'm afraid of." She muttered, turning to smile one last time at Damien; it was a false smile, but the last she felt she was able to give him.
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Post by raphe on Dec 29, 2009 15:32:32 GMT -5
He nodded and walked in silence the rest of the way. Once there it wasn't long until the were met and surrounded by a bunch of people. They were all content to just stare some even glaring at him. He was starting to feel like a prisoner more and more. A big guy then stepped out of the crowed eying him. He started at him for a few moments and Damian kept his eyes forward making it seem like he was unimpressed. The big guy then looked at Wynnifred and started talking in a language he didn't understand. He was confused and about to speak up but the next thing he knew he was blindfolded and pretty much rushed off to some unknown area. He almost fell more then once but was able to keep his balance and went were he was directed to go. He was blindfolded but they didn't take his scythe. He found that kind of odd.
{{Would go on but I have no idea what you have in store.}}
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Post by ShadowDeeD on Dec 29, 2009 17:39:50 GMT -5
As Tende was walking lost in his thoughts he saw a group of guys that were taking some blindfolded guy on a random place.Then a moment pass when the blindfolded guy falled down.Tende was smiling so much it would hurt him.He remembered that he was the guy he saw earlier.Walking slowly towards them wont work.But he still managed to get in front of them and stop them from going on further."I will ask this only once.What will you do with him?"He wasn't really interested in it but he just couldn't watch some pepole taking a guy away.Maybe to kill him or he didn't know.
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Post by LadyScribe on Dec 29, 2009 17:51:16 GMT -5
Wynnifred, seeing her brother's natural aggression start to come forth-her other siblings muttered menacingly and grasped their weapons, starting to advance on the stranger-decided to speak first. "He is a Portal-Comer...we intend to escort him to our father to see if he is worthy to pass out of here to ther wider expanse of the Realms." The stranger's eyes were devoid of emotion, as were hers; it was obvious that he was as well trained in passivity as an ambassador as herself. "Something which I doubt either of you can accomplish." Iroin said, causing boisterous and slightly frightening laughter to come from the brothers. "My ears are as good as ever, just so you know." Damien said, irritated as he clutched his weapon....it had only been left to him because it was custom not to have a foe entirely defenseless. ( Cold-Blooded killing was not a tradition practiced by the foresters unless for due cause. ) Wynnifred clutched her own, more discreet weapon tighter.
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Post by raphe on Dec 29, 2009 18:00:37 GMT -5
Damian tensed as he felt the other's do the same. Another stranger showed up and was demanding answers. Whether he wanted to help or not he wasn't sure, but at this point he didn't really care. Ever since he came through that d**ned portal it was just one thing after another. If people wanted to fight over him then so be it.
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Post by ShadowDeeD on Dec 29, 2009 18:07:08 GMT -5
He let out a big sigh and then said,"How could I trust you?Why are you taking him blindfolded to your father?With all those guys.And who is your father anyway?"Tende looked up to the skys.Then he looked down.He held bow in one hand and then puted it away.He was hoping for no trouble.
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Post by LadyScribe on Dec 29, 2009 18:13:58 GMT -5
"You cannot trust us,just like we can't trust you. These woods are perilous to the wandering stranger...we are as much saving him as we are imprisoning him." Iroin said, his eyes narrowed with suspicion. Wynnifred shook her head and stepped forward again...she had notice her other brothers starting to encircle the stranger...she knew as well as anyone that the ways of the wood were the forester's property. And that anyone trespassing was begging the gods for trouble. "Please...if you are an eldritch creature of the wood, we will do you no harm if you leave us be. We are not asking you to trust us...we are simply asking you to leave us to our traditions." She said, almost pleadingly.
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