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Melrathi Cold Cycle 719 Event. Abra, Navyri, Anos, Praetorum, Victor, Amaris, Alex.

The hidden, restricted areas of Melrath that aren’t accessible by wandering through. Often set between both the wilds and the cities and villages, these places can be found through-out Melrath and just outside its gates. Such locations include the Ragnari headquarters (Laerad Tower, Thrudheim Tower, Nifheim Tower, Lyngvi Tower), the prisons (Hel), and those locations that yet have a name. This also includes The Myrk Veil and the False City. Posting in this section is freely available, but perilous if you are somewhere you don't belong.

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Re: 1. Find Your Way [Event Chapter 1]

Sun Nov 10, 2019 3:16 am


Date: ??? of Vhalar, Arc 719
Status: Ready to throw the fuck down

Weapons: Bread
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Praetorum's indignant anger at the greedy Wyvarnth turned into bafflement as the smaller ithecal started shoving the bread down his shirt. Was he... hiding it for later? To eat in his cell? "What are..." He trailed off as he saw the wyvarnth would not be dissuaded, and turned away, resolving next time to get there first and distribute the food fairly himself. 


Ferret's outburst continued, and Prae grimaced, seeing the guards grow more and more agitated. He had just started to tense, preparing to get out of the way if the guards started to descend on them with drawn swords, when something odd happened; Sneabru, the wyvarnth still hoarding and not eating any of his damn bread, calmed the biqaj's outburst with a few short words. 


Prae blinked owlishly at the suddenly calm biqaj, baffled. If his spark had been active, Suspicion might have wondered if the whole thing was an act, to trick one of the other prisoners into getting into trouble. But with the influence of his paranoid spark muted, Prae simply wondered if the two were friends. He'd thought that all the prisoners had been taken recently, but maybe these two had been in here longer. Or perhaps they'd just known each other before their incarceration. 


Then, there was movement from the doors as even more guards entered, and Prae watched in silence as the brazier was removed and a fifth entrance to the room revealed itself. 


All this ceremony was far too theatrical for Prae's tastes, especially considering the imprisoned audience, and he eyed the spears the four new guards held. Tempting... But futile, ultimately. His chances of being able to disarm one of them without getting skewered was nearly nothing. 


The ithecal that emerged next was, to Prae's mind, most likely a becomer; Prae's shoulder ached at the memory of what one with a scorpion tail could do. Her robes were fine, and she wore a sword at her hip, but Prae vaguely suspected it was just for show. A becomer rarely needed weapons, in his experience.

The second figure was far stranger, two eyes sown shut and a third open in the centre of her forehead. The line of stitches that wrapped around her entire head was strangely even and symetrical, Prae thought, and he wondered... 


The last figure was utterly normal in comparison, with no visible mutations or weapon. For a moment, Prae almost wondered if she might not be a mage at all.


Until she spoke, and Prae felt a warm, easy tendril of affection and comfort curl through his mind. For a moment, he almost wanted to give in to it, to feel the relaxed tranquility he could feel nudging at his mind. 


No. Prae had been changed enough by his own sparks; he'd be damned if he let someone else's affect him as well. He bared his teeth in anger as he saw the faces around him melt into contentment. What was this? He'd been told that there was magic that could affect the mind, but he'd never experienced it before, never known how... invasive it felt. "This is wrong." He hissed urgently, trying not to alert the guards. "We're prisoners, damn it, and she's our captor."

Before he could say much more, Ferret stood again to shout, and all hell broke loose in the hall. Prae's eyes widened in shock as the Biqaj leaped up onto the table, ankle cuffs falling off of him as he did so. Then Sneabru tossed him a loaf of bread (what? why?) and the biqaj set off down the table. Out of the corner of his eye, Prae saw a guard start after the other prisoner, and made a split second decision. 


With the chains around his wrists, he could only extend his hands down to the table, but that was enough for Prae to push himself to his feet, noting as he did so that his feet were unrestrained. As the guard started to pass behind Prae, the ithecal's tail, previously wrapped tight around his waist, uncoiled to its full eight foot length, and swept at the guard's feet, tripping the man up before he could catch Ferret. If the man avoided falling, Prae would slam his elbow into the guard's helm; if not, Prae would just plant a foot on the guard's chestplate, using his weight to keep the man down.

If the man dropped his weapon, Prae would take this opportunity to snatch it up with his tail. 


The wyvarnth leaped up as well, and revealed exactly what it was he had hoarded all that bread for. Prae winced a little as the hard bread crashed against the metal helm, knowing from experience just how painful it was to have your helmet ring around your ears. All the same, Prae stepped away from the table and his (hopefully) fallen foe, and towards the fighting pair to help Sneabru. 


It turned out, he needn't have bothered. The fight was over within moments, with the prisoner the victor. Out of the corner of his eye, Prae saw Ferret fly across the room, thrown by whatever magic the Paltharnum was using. As he was distracted by that, something bounce off of his forehead, and he clumsily grabbed at it, cursing the chains that limited his movement. 


Half a loaf of bread. Rather hard, sturdy bread, as Sneabru had demonstrated. 


"Hey, big guy!" Prae started as someone called his name from below, and looked down to see a biqaj he didn't recognize. They offered to help Prae remove his collar, which he very much wanted, but still, he hesitated, glancing around the room. 


The room was in complete chaos; Guards and prisoners were fighting all through the room, and it was very clear which side had the upper hand. He wanted... what he wanted to do was rally the prisoners, and take this room as an encampment while they figured out what was going on. But already Prae could see that wasn't going to work. Unarmed and without magic, there was no way that they could overpower the armed guards, especially not the four in the center.

Fates. 


Reluctantly, he turned back to the biqaj, and nodded. When they started to sprint towards one of the exits, Prae followed, narrowing his eyes at the guards that stood between them and the door. If they didn't get out of the way... Prae was angry. And more than ready to fight.

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Did you say anything about how you feel after Overseer Grimnir spoke?: Yes, trying not to get overheard by the guards

Did you get involved with the guard who was after Ferret? Yes, tripped him up and stole his weapon if he dropped it

Do you go with the Unnamed Biqaj Person? Yes, Prae is following them directly at the pair of guards.
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As the guard started to pass behind Prae, the ithecal's tail, previously wrapped tight around his waist, uncoiled to its full eight foot length, and swept at the guard's feet, tripping the man up before he could catch Ferret.
85 Tactics (Expert): The guard trips.

If not, Prae would just plant a foot on the guard's chestplate, using his weight to keep the man down.
35 Strength (Comp): The guard starts to press up against Prae, but not enough to get free.

If the man dropped his weapon, Prae would take this opportunity to snatch it up with his tail.
1d3 Dice Roll: Result: The man’s grip weakens but he doesn’t drop it.
word count: 1315
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  • A silver shield marks the back of his right hand

Misc

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Re: 1. Find Your Way [Event Chapter 1]

Sun Nov 10, 2019 7:14 pm

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Abra didn’t know what stung more, his unsuccessful pick up line or not even recognizing Navyri. He remembered very little from that night in the tavern. Abra was happy to have his prayer to focus on because it let him ignore the former skadiri ithecal. Thankfully the ithecals argued with each other which let Abra look around the room once more. He had not picked up on this before but now he noticed that nearly everyone in this room had a glow about them. His eyes that glowed with a black light let him see the magic around him. Every prisoner in here had a magical aura except for the woman sitting across from Navyri. Naturally, he became suspicious of Amaris.

When Victor replied to his comment, the motivations behind the abductors were made more clear. Abra called out to Victor, “I was abducted too. My eyes let me see the magic around us. I see it in all of us prisoners, all except her.” He pointed to Amaris. “They must be hoarding all the magical people they can get their hands on. I wonder, if they’re planning on using us for a large spell or something more sinister.” He avoided talking to anyone else and getting caught up in the escalating violence. He couldn’t understand why everyone couldn’t just sit tight and discuss a solution instead of getting worked up over nothing. The escape plan that was already in motion was going way over his head.

There wasn’t much more time to talk before more soldiers filtered into the room. Most notable were the apparent leaders of the bunch. An ithecal, a woman with sewn eyes, and the shorter woman who looked pale in comparison to the former ones. They spoke comforting words that even drew cheers from the crowd. Of all the citizens of Melrath, Abra would have expected mages to recognize when they were being manipulated. “What a disgrace,” he said under his breath with a heavy tone of disappointment.

It was difficult, at this point, not to pick a side. Up till now Abra had sympathized with the guards to some degree. In the end they were just soldiers. He would have followed his orders just as they did if it brought him a paycheck... so he easily stayed neutral in the small quarrels. However the manipulation by the spellweavers wiped away all the neutrality that Abra tried to establish. Though the others might not have realized it, they had been attacked. Above all, they had been attacked with magic which was highly illegal unless sanctioned by the Ragnari which he was sure was not the case at this point.

Praetorum was the first to voice his concerns. Abra was relieved that he had someone else at his table who had supposedly resisted the magic as well. He couldn’t help but feel a newfound respect for the ithecal which made him the only one that Abra felt he could rely on. He said, directly to Praetorum before Ferret’s outburst, that “Those three, Grimnir, Angud, Melrathius, they’re all mages. Powerful mages. They’re clearly manipulating the crowd with magic, probably some form of Attunement and or Empathy.” He would have went on but they were short on time.

All hell broke loose. The cheers turned to shouts of anger in the crowd as Ferret pointed out that they were being manipulated. It was hard to keep track of everything that was happening from Abra’s point of view. People fought and others looked like they were trying to escape. Escape didn’t sound like a bad idea right now. He doubted the prisoners could have won against the guards before twenty more and three powerful mages entered. The option to stay and fight seemed utterly pointless.

A tiny part of Abra wished he could be on the side of the spellweavers. He would have happily helped stifle the riot and crippled those who tried to escape if it meant he would get a payday out of it. He could have even helped run this prison operation if they so desired his business sense. They ruined those chances though, so he turned to face the female Biqaj who scooted over to him. “For a chance to stare into your eyes even a moment longer, I’ll go anywhere with you,” Abra said with a smile.



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Q2: Yes, told Prae and whoever was listening that the three are mages and probably using attunement or empathy
Q3: No, since Prae posted first
Q4: Left with the female biqaj
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Re: 1. Find Your Way [Event Chapter 1]

Mon Nov 11, 2019 9:24 am

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The more time passed, the more convinced Victor was that he’d ended up in some sort of magical freak show. His fellow prisoners were rude, uneducated, mentally challenged and, judging by what the hooded man said, diseased on top of it. The only exception might be Navyri, the Avriel he’d kissed in Soren Kvistson’s tavern, but one halfway reasonable woman hardly made a difference. He decided not to partake in any of the arguments, but continued to quietly eat his food, hoping that he wouldn’t catch whatever Alex was suffering from.

He didn’t need a disease on top of everything else!

As the guard told him to lower his hands, the Transmuter nodded curtly before he followed his orders. Unlike Ferret and the rest, he knew when to give in. It was just then that he felt something brush against his leg though. He lowered his gaze momentarily – and noticed that something or someone was moving between the legs of the people that sat there. A prisoner that was trying to escape – or just an oversized rat? He was sure that some of the things he had heard in his dark little cell had been rats.

Before long, more guards arrived, and Victor stopped eating his soup in order to watch them with a certain amount of unease. As the platform appeared, he raised an eyebrow questioningly and eyed the people that entered the room warily. Whoever they were, their arrival wasn’t a good sign. No, he amended, as Overseer Grimnir spoke, it was better than good. She’d protect him. She’d keep him safe. Why had he ever been afraid of her?

She would help him return home. She’d likely already notified his brother because she’d realized she’d made a mistake. By the following morning, he would be on his way back to Lysoria, he was sure of it. He just needed to survive this hellhole for a few more breaks.

There was more screaming, more chaos – and then he suddenly realized that his ankle shackles were gone. For a moment, he was too surprised to do anything, besides he couldn’t help but wonder about what he had just heard. Mind control? Did they have mages here? Why on Idalos were mages imprisoning mages? That didn’t make any sense! He was more convinced than ever that those people had made a mistake when they’d imprisoned him with whatever criminals and lowlives were in Niflheim. Of course, they needed to be manipulated and kept in check, but he should be on the other side of that conflict! He was a lord of Lysoria!

His home was famous for its magic!

While the other prisoners attacked the guards, only to be cut down (apparently, they hadn't realized that they didn't stand a chance), the Transmuter stayed exactly where he was. Staying neutral was the best course of action, as far as he was concerned. When Sneabru grabbed his forearm, he shook his head firmly and tried to pull away. He wasn’t sure where the Ithecal wanted to take him, but if this was a prison riot, he didn’t want to have any part of it. Prison riots were rarely successful.

“I don’t care if he lies”, he informed Sneabru in no uncertain terms. “I don’t want to end up like them.” He pointed at where some of the prisoners had been killed by the guards. He pulled again, with much more force this time so that the creature would let go of him. “Take someone else with you if you want. I want to live a little longer. I’ll go with him.” He nodded at the guard before he asked, “Have you already heard from Lysoria? We should leave quickly”, he added, the urgency in his voice unmistakeable.

Perhaps, he thought, he might be able to work something out with these people after all. They surely didn’t want to risk a war with Lysoria. Perhaps, he might even be able to convince them that he didn’t pose a threat and was more or less on their side, that he was one of them, that it would be good to ally themselves with Lysoria instead of imprisoning the brother of its lord.

He'd do anything not to return to his cell.

Before he could talk to them in more detail, he needed to get as far away as possible from the other prisoners though – and fast. Judging by the looks of it, even more blood would be spilt soon …
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  • Q1. For Navyri, Victor, Anos, Amaris: Did you say anything about what you noticed under the table? N
  • Q2. Everyone: Did you say anything about how you feel after Overseer Grimnir spoke? N
  • Q4. Do you go with Sneabru or the guard?
    > Left with Tinman the Unknown Guard
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Re: 1. Find Your Way [Event Chapter 1]

Mon Nov 11, 2019 11:30 pm

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Anos greeted the Ithecal to his right and smiled at his small joke. As the man mentioned it, Anos noticed that he was, in fact, unable to use any of his magical abilities. Frowning, he concentrated but was unable to tear even the smallest portal open on the tabletop. Suddenly worried, he glanced at Praetorium and tried to access his abilities, attempting to judge the man.

But nothing.

Fear trickled in. He didn't think anyone knew about his other abilities except Celian, and that man would never betray Anos. How had they known to block those too? Or perhaps, he thought with a glance to the shackles, they simply blocked everything- divine or spark. He shared a bit of the Ithecal's frustration at the unknown, but he breathed in and out in an attempt to calm himself. He couldn't assess this situation, like Celian always told him to, if he was angry or upset. It took nearly a bit, but he felt the tension bleed from his shoulders. Of course, that had all disappeared as the other snake-man had stolen their bread.

Anos' anger and indignant attitude didn't go away as the ithecal began to shove the bread down his shirt. It was hardly a surprise that the creature meant to eat it later- if he had the option of saving some of the stew and bread for his likely indefinite stay here, he would've in a heartbeat.

But he never would've stolen from others to do so.

However as he glanced around the table, only Praetorium seemed interested in doing anything. The two to his left, between him and the thief, were entirely uninterested, and his restraints forced him to let the matter drop. He glared at the thief as he sat, determined to get justice one way or another, though some part of him wondered what 'Sneabru' meant by his remark.

The arguing seemed poised to bleed into a battle. Anos, his senses on high alert and his unused muscles tensing, felt a slight brush against his legs beneath the table. Frowning, he glanced under the table and caught sight of a shadow moving where it ought not. But before he could examine it further, Ferret shouted and drew his attention back. Several other guards were paying attention now, Anos noticed, and it seemed ready to turn into a blood bath, with him and the rest of the chained prisoners more on the 'blood' side than doing the bathing.

Blades were drawn and Anos readied himself, but then the thief, Sneabru, calmed the odd man with a word. Abruptly the anger seemed to vanish from the man and he san meekly. Anos narrowed his eyes at him. Had it all been a ruse? To what end?

He glanced beneath the table, subtly, but was unable to see whatever moving shadow had been there before. Perhaps it had simply been someone's legs reaching across the table, though he suddenly realized no one was across from him. He was on the brink of asking Praetorium if he had noticed the shadows when a ceremony began and took his attention. It had the appearance of ritual, long engraved in the minds of those conducting it, though he found himself following along with interest despite his indifference to the event itself. Perhaps the trials alone in a cell had made even the mundane exciting, and the prospect of returning to those cells sat in his stomach like a lead rock.

Overseer Grimnir seemed wonderful, Anos thought, the rock disappearing from his stomach as she spoke. Of course he should go back to his cell, that was what was right. He had been fed, had he not? What more could he ask for?

A smile crossed his face, and he purposely relaxed his shoulders, only now realizing he had been sitting with them curled protectively up around his ears. Warmth seemed to spread through him, only to have Praetorium and Abra's words shatter it. More mages? The realization destroyed whatever control the woman had exerted over Anos and he felt his anger flare up, stoked red hot now. That woman had thought to control his mind? Make him happy with these rags of clothes and his cells, held docilely like a sheep till slaughter time? Screw that.

He was sure now - whatever he had done to deserve being down here, it wasn't breaking any laws. It was for being him, a mage and a mortalborn. For who he was, he had been imprisoned. This was no better than the control the worst of the Immortals tried to exert over people. No, he wasn't going to play calm and law-following any more.

The guard chased Ferret down the table, and Praetorium sprung into action before Anos had even shaken off the effects of the charm. The Ithecal moved impossibly fast, and though Anos was facing the other way, he somehow sensed the movement of the snake-man. Did he still have some of his abilities then? That thought was chased out of his mind, however, as he realized the man was free.. Had he shattered his manacles?

No, Anos realized as he stood and leapt from the table after the downed guard. The shackles around their feet had all been loosened- by the shadow perhaps? Regardless, there was no time to think about that now. A quick glance told him all he needed to know. The fight was breaking out everywhere, violent and fast. He had no time to do anything about Sneabru, as he had wanted, and truth be told he felt little desire to hurt the snake-man now. He had used the bread to help them all, as promised, and it was definitely being used better now than if it had been filling their bellies.

The guard's grip on the weapon was loose, and the spear looked like it could be a decent staff, once the bladed head had been removed. Not wasting a beat, Anos launched himself down and wrapped his legs around the prone guard's arm, leaning back and attempting to snap it at the elbow. If the guard released the weapon, Anos would snatch it up and strike the downed man in the head until he stopped moving.

The loaf of bread smacked him in the head and he grunted in surprise, a tinge of amused irritation when he realized what it was. The damn snake had followed through on his promise after all. He nodded towards Sneabru and looked back towards the table, the slap of skin on scale drawing his attention. He raised his eyebrows at the odd biqaj, but nodded at their invitation. It would feel good to be free again, and evidently Prae agreed. He followed after the pair, doing his best to draw close. If he had the staff, he would charge forward in front of the biqaj at least and strike at the guard on the left, wanting to disarm the man if possible and clear a path for the three of them.

Screams from behind were growing louder as prisoners died by the dozens. Anos knew it was time to flee this room and whatever hell he had fallen into.
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  • Q1. For Navyri, Victor, Anos, Amaris: Did you say anything about what you noticed under the table? N
  • Q2. Everyone: Did you say anything about how you feel after Overseer Grimnir spoke? N
  • Q3. For Praetorum, Anos, Navyri, and Abra: Did you get involved with the guard who was after Ferret? Y
  • Q4. Praetorum and Anos: Do you go with the Unnamed Biqaj Person?
    > Yes (if so, you have two guards with swords and heavy armor blocking the way).
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The guard's grip on the weapon was loose, and the spear looked like it could be a decent staff, once the bladed head had been removed.
As answered prior to this post to Praetorum in Discord, this guard does not have a spear. He has a short sword.

Not wasting a beat, Anos launched himself down and wrapped his legs around the prone guard's arm, leaning back and attempting to snap it at the elbow.
30 Unarmed Combat (Grappling) (Competent): The guard's arm breaks at the elbow.

If the guard released the weapon, Anos would snatch it up and strike the downed man in the head until he stopped moving.
The guard releases the weapon. It is a short sword.
Anos is able to strike him in the head:
- If a strike, it bludgeons the helmed guard unconscious.
- If a stab, it goes in the opening of the helm and kills the guard.
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Re: 1. Find Your Way [Event Chapter 1]

Fri Nov 15, 2019 4:28 pm

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The guard's arm gave with a grisly snap, ligaments giving way and shattered bone poking out against the fabic covering his arm.

Though he had been knocked breathless by Prae's attack, he found the breath to scream now. It joined the rising screams coming from all over, but Anos had what he wanted.

He released the useless limb, striking the man sharply on his helm with the butt of his sword. The screaming fell silent, but Anos was paying it no mind.

He stared at the blade in his hand, the glittering edge sharp and dangerous. He turned it from side to side, the light catching the side and sending flashed across the floor.

How long had it been since he had held a blade? Two arcs? Three? A quick glance told him what he was up against. Going up against them without a blade would be madness- suicide in fact.

But he had sworn an oath.

With a shake of his head, Anos tossed the blade on the table top, saying"Someone else can use that."

He stuck close to Prae and the Biqaj as they rushed the remaining guards by the door. His conscience was clear- he would not use a blade today, not even to save his own life. What good were oaths which were easy to follow on good trials? It was now, the time that mattered, when a man's mettle would be tested. When his life would be measured.

With a roar, he charged forward, leaping at the nearest guard.
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Re: 1. Find Your Way [Event Chapter 1]

Mon Nov 18, 2019 11:44 am


Alex could see the curious man beside him try and take a peak under the hood, though it was interrupted by his outbursts. The exchange of him and the guard put a sour feeling into Alex's gut, he did not want to be dragged into a brawl. He was no fighter, and only got out of duels in Yaralon by his ability alone. Though he did not have his abilities, he could not tell that fact. So even as the argument seemed to become more heated, he pulled his glove slightly, reveling black and white patched skin underneath to those who looked.

The yelling between them stopped as soon as it started. Mutation? It was the first time Alex was around people open about side effects of sparks. Was that the reason for the markings on Ferrets face? It was a curious thought, though the young Alex soon released those questions. His hand slowly released his glove, as there were several guards gathering into the room. His hooded head moved to get a view of what was going on, as three people entered with a slight ceremony of sorts. The woman's words seemed to put Alex at ease, causing him to forget his questions about his situation for a time.

Ferret began a new outburst after the speech, which caught Alex by surprise. His hands moved into each other, under instinct by the sudden jolt from his calm feeling. His mind was getting confused now, as the two people's words countered each other. Then the riot started. Guards were fighting back the prisoners, cutting down the ones that approached. Skirmishes happened all around him. Due to Grimnir's influence Alex's mind was in a great state of confusion.

His head was spinning...

Ferret spoke to the Alex, though it was the start of his choice. Stay in the chaos, which slowly he came to become accustom to. Or go with the one who started the chaos in hopes for more. His father's influence was strong in his blood, and the riot was giving him a euphoric high from the chaotic madness. His hands began to twitch as he wanted more, he could feel his face give an invisible smile. "Ya knows ya should le..." Alex paused a moment in realizations of his speech. It was his voice. The realization of something truly wrong came over him. Ferret began to hurry out, calling over his shoulder. Alex would follow suit, in a confused haze as the riot continued. Keeping a grip on the hood on his head, unsure now what actually was under the cloth.
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Re: 1. Find Your Way [Event Chapter 1]

Wed Nov 20, 2019 4:57 am

Navyri lifted the bowl, prepared to drink the broth when something brushed against her leg. Her foot shifted back, and her bowl forgotten, she was prepared to scratch or kick whatever it was that had touched her - Ferret’s shouting had sharpened her attention, made her defensive - but when she leaned back, a Biqaj face peered up at her own. It was all quite obvious now.

They were creating a distraction.

Hands slide between her thighs and she swatted at the touch, swirling her soup but otherwise remaining silent, albeit tense.The tell-tale sound of shifting pins caught her ear and she shifted her wings, opening them just enough to imitate comfort; more so to block the sight of lockpicking. This was interesting.

She sighed, grabbed one of the pitchers and poured herself a glass. The white-haired Biqaj scurried on and Navyri rolled her ankle without changing her expression, feeling the weight lifted. She could play the game - The Naer was a thief long before she decided to play financial broker at the Ox’s Bellow; there was a certain respect and satisfaction one receives from performing sleight of hand and Navyri was more partial to favor those who were willing to free her instead of keeping her locked and starved.

She would side with them for now.


The ugly Ithecal hissed and Ferret sat down. Some signal? She was tempted to look under the table and see if the others had been released but Ferret looked between her and the other woman nearby. Her expression hardened at his words, hinting they would cut away her wings. Delroth’s wings.

“That won’t happen,” she snapped, the lilted words sharper in Rakahi, “They’re mine.”

Guards began flooding the room and everything happened in quick succession. The last woman to enter and speak calmed her, and Navyri furrowed her brow but sat as patiently as the others. It felt like she wasn’t lying but….

“Screw you, bitch!”

Ferret was jumping up, rallying the other prisoners and it seemed to be working. More and more took his side, they roared about mind control and just as he spat warnings of not eating the food, Navyri’s heart sunk. Uh-oh. Poison for the starved? Navyri looked at the partially eaten bowl and threw her fingers down her throat, pressing down on the back of her tongue till she retched forward and threw up the limited contents of her stomach right back to her meal. Her body shuddered and her wings responded in fluffing,

A guard came up from the rear and she thought of tripping him but her azure eyes were blurry with tears. Fight or flight, they couldn’t have the wings.

Navyri threw herself away from the table, looking around for a weapon, anything - but the Ithecal’s tail swooped up a sword and conveniently all the bread had been taken. Navyri turned and smacked her bowl towards the ground, its rim spinning through the air and it clattered before another guard finished charging fellow inmates. Soup and bile splattered moments before his foot landed and the man went smacking to the ground. The Naer’s smile was cruel when she wiped her mouth, attention bright and bouncing, as she looked for the next opportunity in the growing chaos.

She drew her wings in and stayed low, jumping when Ferret ran up and waved casually.

’Wanna elope with me, gorgeous?

Her eyes flashed, “Get me out of here and I might consider it.”

He waved to Alex, who Navyri hoped would be more useful than their first meeting, and raced towards an exit, Ferret holding her hand and then promptly releasing it when a guard caught up. Left to her own survival, Navyri cursed. Her opponent gripped his axe, “You're about to make a mistake.”

Navyri watched his hands, his footwork, the way he carried his weight and the guard swung. Clad in medium armor, he was slower. Navyri ducked to the side as the axe nearly kissed her face, springing up and attempted to snatch the dagger from his belt. If she could obtain it, she had a chance of getting it through the helmet.

She had a chance of killing him.

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OOC
1) Navyri does not snitch on the biqaj but goes so far as to even use her wings to conceal any movement under the table.
2) Prae tripped the guard first.
3) Navyri goes with Ferret on a romantic hand holding session. I guess you can say things are getting pretty serious.
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Navyri watched his hands, his footwork, the way he carried his weight and the guard swung. Clad in medium armor, he was slower.
35 Detection (Competent): Successful observation and reaction speed.

Navyri ducked to the side as the axe nearly kissed her face, springing up and attempted to snatch the dagger from his belt.
26 Tactics + 27 Acrobatics (Competent): Navyri manages to evade the axe and grab the dagger.

If she could obtain it, she had a chance of getting it through the helmet. She had a chance of killing him.
1d20 Dice Roll: Result: The guard dodges the dagger strike and readies the axe for another attack.
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"At last. It has been too long since I have walked the face of this world. Too long have I been locked there, awaiting my champion to release me. My champion... This is you, daughter of Audrae. You have, whether knowingly or not, released me from my self imprisonment, and are here to fulfill the destiny I have seen written in the tapestry of nature. You, daughter of Audrae's daughter, will be my foothold in this world." - Belaera to The Nightingale, after the 600 arc imprisonment
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Re: 1. Find Your Way [Event Chapter 1]

Wed Nov 20, 2019 2:27 pm


Date: ??? of Vhalar, Arc 719
Status: Charging

Weapons: Bread
Armor: None

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Praetorum nodded at Anos as the human joined them in rushing the guards. While he questioned the man's decision to discard the sword, Prae couldn't say that he had any particular use for the weapon either, so he said nothing. As they drew close to the guards, Prae narrowed his eyes, weighing their chances. 


Two guards, armed but shaken, against Praetorum and two others of unknown fighting ability. From the way Anos was charging ahead, he hopefully had at least some idea of how to fight. If the door behind the guards had been closed, Prae might have suggested a pincer maneuver; knock the guards out, take their weapons, and then get out of this place. But the door was open, which meant they were guaranteed at least one escape route that still blocked Prae and company from wherever they were going. 


Still, the fact that they didn't need to take the time to open the door meant they just needed to get the guards out of the way long enough to slip past. Anos was already challenging them from the front, so...

"Follow Anos and back him up." Prae called to the biqaj, and anyone else who might follow them. Meanwhile, Prae himself broke off from the group, and charged at the guards as well, but in an arc, so that he ended up coming at the pair from the left. It would be simplest for all of them if the two guards then moved to the right, leaving the doorway open for the escaping prisoners to go through. 


If the guards lost their nerve and fled, well that was just fine with Prae. And if they didn't, he would attack the closest one, aiming to place his own body between the guards and the door to encourage them to retreat in the direction he wanted.

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Let's play 'What's Weird About Prae'

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  • A fiery rune shines under his right eye
  • A firey glow in the back of his mouth

Arms

  • A ring of blue runes floats over each of Prae's wrists
  • A silver shield marks the back of his right hand

Misc

  • His tail is about eight feet long, usually knotted around his waist
  • His body temperature is uncomfortably high

Surroundings

  • Wind gusts with every step he takes
  • The area around him is slightly more static-y than normal
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Re: 1. Find Your Way [Event Chapter 1]

Wed Nov 20, 2019 4:20 pm

It wasn't a difficult thing to know when someone was talking about you, even less so when they made it obvious by pointing. Amaris had missed part of what was said, but suspicion was an easy thing to read when you paid attention. Their otherness only served to set them further apart from the other prisoners. They had told the Ragnari that they must have been mistaken; they had the wrong person. But that had been for naught.

The mixed blood ignored the man pointing at them, and trying their best to remain neutral as the situation only seemed to escalate. Their attention was drawn elsewhere as they felt something on their legs, but didn't look down. But - there was something else. As if they had slid their hand over the side of a book, a sharp pain called their immediate attention to the third finger on their remaining hand. A small, thin cut welled blood. They frowned, glanced up to see if someone might have noticed. They pressed their thumb to the cut, brow twitching as they winced.

They remained fixated on it as a hush fell, a quiet taking control of the room as three figures arrived. Amaris looked up as the third woman spoke. Calm slithered through them like a snake through grass - but something was not right. Something about it felt off, wrong. Her words felt safe, like they must be true. Amaris remains quiet, though; a glance around shows that the others must feel the same safety from the Overseer's words.

But chaos had a way of making itself known always. The man starting the mess they were getting sucked into spoke up again, and made to charge forward. A guard started after him, and while Amaris had half a mind to trip him, they were beaten to the act by one of their fellow prisoners. Before long, those at the table were being separated by supposed saviors. But they had not received any offers.

Stuck, their gaze swung wildly around the room, trying to find some way in which they could...do something. Anything. The temptation to follow a vaguely familiar face -- so distant a memory, they weren't sure they were remembering right -- won out. They stood to their full height, nearly stumbling over themself.

"Let me come with you." They trailed after the ithecal, biqaj, and Anos, coming up short as the group split further. They sprung into action, taking on the guards. Again, the mixed blood faltered, but they soon caught up as the ithecal commanded to back up Anos. And so they did.

[ooc] 1. No - they say nothing
2. Other - too late!
3. Yes - went with Anos and Praetorum
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Re: 1. Find Your Way [Event Chapter 1]

Fri Nov 22, 2019 9:12 pm


Chaos, madness, the prisoner’s riot fell into complete anarchy. Everything happened fast, almost too fast to track, and soon… the group that’d sat at the end of the table together made their respective ways - separating from one another to follow the hope for their own escape.



Praetorum, still in collar and wrist shackles, made use of his tail, and followed the unknown biqaj.

Anos went with the ithecal and biqaj, leaving behind the short sword that he’d disarmed from the guard. He ran at one of the guards in their way with a mighty roar that caused the guard to hold up the sword higher.

Praetorum, on the other hand, instructed the biqaj and went around from a different direction. The guard at the left turned to follow the ithecal, but then found himself unable to watch Anos and the biqaj’s approach. He floundered, unsure which way to point his sword.
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The guard backed up… in time for Anos to tackle him to the ground. They wrestled with each other, the bladed weapon coming close to nicking the unarmed mortalborn.

As Anos and Praetorum moved forward, the biqaj retrieved the discarded sword from the table. They grinned at Amaris, “Okay. Come with us, then.”

The biqaj ran forward with the sword, twisted it around and then took advantage of Praetorum and Anos’ assaults. The guards barely took note of the tiny biqaj compared to the tall ithecal and mortalborn.

And that was a mistake as the biqaj ran the sword through an opening in the armor of the guard pinned down by Anos. Red blood pooled out on the floor, along with a spattering of slipped out entrails when the biqaj lifted the sword out in a slice.

“Go on through,” said the biqaj to the three. They held the bloodied sword to point at the other guard, who'd started to back up in retreat. “I’ll finish this up!”



Meanwhile, Abra flirted with the other fair-haired biqaj and absconded with her without the notice of anyone.
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Abra: 25 Seduction (Novice)
The biqaj woman wrinkled the bridge of her nose at his pick-up line as if she'd smelled something funny, then simply said, "Keep close to me, Sombran."



Victor shook off Sneabru, rejecting the offer, much to the ugly ithecal’s dismay.
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Victor: 0 Etiquette
Sneabru hissed, looked once at the guard, then said, “I wills remember thissss, Amielle lorrrd.” The ithecal scuttled away, and out of distance, tail swishing behind him.

Tinman the guard took hold of Victor’s shoulder, pressed him away from the table, and started to clear the way toward the door on the far side. "You made the right call, Your Lordship."



While Alex and Ferret made their way past the open door, Navyri found herself very much alone. She’d gotten a dagger in hand, but her attempt to kill the guard had swung and missed in a wide arc. Now the guard lifted his axe with a mighty roar.

Only to be distracted by a loud shout of: “Sneaaaabruuuu!”

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The ugly ithecal jumped onto the back of the guard, and pommeled him with fists then scratched with claws.

“Agh! What the fuck!” shouted the guard as he swung about to try and get the ithecal off his back.

“Go help Ferret,” insisted Sneabru to Navyri while he banged his palm against the guard’s helm to disorient him. Another guard had noticed the struggle and rushed to help his fellow soldier.

Navyri had mere trills to take off after Ferret and Alex… lest she get left behind in the increasing bloodshed of the riot.
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Hello everyone.

So ends the first chapter of the Melrath Find Your Way event!

The party has now split up.

Good luck!

Praetorum, Anos, and Amaris: Your adventure continues here.
Abra: Your epic quest for romance goes on here.
Victor: Your complaint to management has been noted here.
Alex and Navyri: Your journey proceeds here.

For further information, please refer to the linked threads (which will be up later today).

Thank you.
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