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| Topic Started: Nov 1 2014, 01:15 PM (198 Views) | |
| Deleted User | Nov 1 2014, 01:15 PM Post #1 |
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A hot wind blasted what little of her face had been exposed. She cursed herself for bringing the big, hulking mechanical suit with her; she'd have liked to have forgotten everything that had filled her life until about a week ago. She took a glance upwards at the sky; no, no, she mustn't forget. Forgetting was akin to failing her own objective. If she still smoked, this would have been the time where she produced a small package of cigarettes from her pocket and lit one -- but she didn't smoke anymore, and so no huge, armored hand moved with odd dexterity to place a cigarette in her mouth and light it. She sighed. What am I way out here for, anyway?, she asked herself. Her heavy metal-covered feet clanked against the ground, crushing what small pebbles found there way under her. The crystals in the large cloth sacks tied around the suit's waist jangled with each step with a unique sound; She was getting tired. Not of walking, or of exhaustion, no -- she was tired of living the way she had, just waiting in a building for someone to attack her home and to be called to annihilate them. She was tired of the mindless killing, that's what it was. She wanted people to appreciate her as a person -- not a guardian made of iron and spell. She was a person too, after all... For a moment, she was thankful that she'd gone through the rigorous training she had. Suppressing hunger urges was difficult. Why'd she have to take off towards the desert, anyway? Stow it, Yggdra. Complaining is a sign of weakness, and the enemy will find and exploit that weakness. She was thankful for deciding to follow the canyon, even if it meant climbing later. Looking up and examining the cliffs and hills, she sighed again. At least she couldn't slip and fall here, following a somewhat narrow stone ledge above the river that roared below her. This reminded her of some of her training -- before the experiments, of course. Those damned experiments. They'd made her look like a pale... well, vampire was the best way to put it. Red eyes, pale skin, white hair.. All wrapped up with a giant weapon and a huge suit of armor that looked outlandish, to say the least. It's no wonder people thought she was a monster. But then again, what was a monster, she thought? People loved monsters. They filled their fairy tales, their songs with them -- monsters were power. Powerful things that made choices, she thought to herself. They forced people to become smarter, stronger, overall better, and separated the strong and the weak. They provided a catalyst for the strengthening of a soul. We sought to be like them in a way -- and anyone who might have been around, which she doubted -- the place was dead, she figured -- would have heard her mutter "There are much worse things to become than a monster." Her thoughts refocused themselves after a short while, focused mainly on forging ahead. Her eyes scanned the terrain periodically for anything that she might consider hostile, and while she wasn't sure if she was happy about not finding anything or not, she finally conceded that she may need to rest. She finally sat down, the hulking piece of armor still encasing her body like a protective shell. She watched the river flow by, her thoughts tracing off, and the scar-covered warrior would soon find that she was feeling quite sleepy. All the walking and lack of food would do that, she thought, leaning back against a rock wall. Thankfully, her armor was rather comfortable on the inside, and she crossed her hands on her lap, watching the dark sky, waiting for sleep to wash over her. |
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| Kelvin Friedhelm | Nov 3 2014, 04:58 PM Post #2 |
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Clearly everyone north of Morrim were drunks. It was the only logical conclusion one could make after examining the appropriate evidence. One. They all lived in a damned desert. Two. They rode these horribly uncomfortable beasts called ‘camels’. Three. They wore clothing that made one feel like they were sitting inside a collapsed tent while naked. Four. The sun was vomiting its heat all over the desert like a drunk squire behind a tavern. Kelvin was slumped on the back of one of those aforementioned camels, in the desert, wearing such clothing, and also choking back vomit from time to time. By his estimations, that made him just as crazy as the other people living here. Even the sand looks drunk... He looked at it listlessly, fighting the familiar nausea of riding for a long period of time. He glanced up at the sky above him, glad to be out of the light. He had only been in the Origa ravine for a few hours, coming down off of a collapsed section. Hopefully there would be a semi-decent point to cross it somewhere along here. He paused for a moment when the sound of water faded a bit, dismounting to glance over the edge a bit further down, where the water was just... Gone. It likely had gone underground for a short period, with all the caves the water had carved here. Kelvin crouched, searching the path carefully until he spotted the narrow slope going down further, crossing up along the other side. It was often hard to spot such passes when all the rock was layered in these colors. He turned, feeling his way down the slope and leading the camel down the path, grateful to find it gave decent purchase, despite what appeared to be fairly consistent use. An aggravating ten minutes of tenderly navigating across the place the river should pass through brought him back up the other side, unto another ledge. The river was still audible, and it would be... Unfortunate... To break through the rock and fall into an underground portion of it. The thought made him shudder, but not as much as the idea of getting back on the camel and reinducing this motion sickness. Better to walk for a bit. It took another few hours of zigzagging and gradual slopes to work his way back up, almost out of the large ravine. With any luck, he wouldn't have to do that again until he made it back from this funeral march. He was largely unarmed, except for the small crossbow. His sword... Well, his sword was the subject of this trip. Snapped a hand length above the guard, and that snapped off section of the blade was snapped again, closer to where it had once curved. The pieces were wrapped tightly and put away safely in one of the saddle bags. The smith who some acquaintances had pointed him towards had moved on, to Ashoka, though why anyone would want to move from Soto to Ashoka was beyond him. Regardless, it would take an excellent smith to reforge a blade anywhere near the quality of his own- much less reinstate the hard won enchantments he had.... What was that? Kelvin let off his pondering to move a bit closer to the large metal figure on this ledge. There wasn’t anywhere else to go until he worked his way back up to the surface. This... thing seemed to almost sit, sprawled against the rock. A face emerged from it. He wasn’t quite sure if one should be afraid of such or not, but he felt more pity for the poor girl than anything. He leaned closer to the pale face, looking almost drained of blood. ”Poor girl, is a shame to die like tha’.” His soldier senses said that this was a suit of armor, but this far out in the desert? It could also be some sort of torture device developed by the Inquisition. Probably best not to touch it, in any case. Nothing a man like him could do for a dead woman. He stood squarely in front of it for a moment more, before looking back to his mount. ”Oi!” Kelvin called to his camel, which had apparently decided it that this was a good place to lay down, let its legs fold with a grunt. ”Gettup! We want to get out of here before dark. Aye, it don’t rain often, but it be harsher than an old maids washing board down here when it does.” |
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| Deleted User | Nov 4 2014, 02:01 AM Post #3 |
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She had been half-asleep when she heard footsteps on the rock surface. Her dreams of nothing in particular, a black abyss, had been interrupted by a man proclaiming she was... dead? No, that couldn't be right. Her eyes wouldn't be fluttering open, laying on his back as he turned around and approached the.. animal. A mount? Was he some sort of cavalry unit? She didn't know of any ongoing conflicts in the area. "I am not dead," she said suddenly, her eyes taking him in. Weapons first, then armor, then a face, in order of what was more important on the battlefield. He didn't carry himself in a manner hostile to her, and those weapons.. she would be fine, even if he did attack, she assessed. Her body, encased in layers of iron armor, slowly moved to stand; the sounds would be loud enough so that even if she had tried to be stealthy, it would be hard to ignore them, even if her voice had gone unnoticed. Her piercing gaze stayed trained on the back of his head until he turned around, and she slowly came to stand fully at around six and a half feet. She looked towards the camel for a split second. She waited for the other to respond; her training had taught her to do so. In her head, though, she wondered: was it really suppose to rain way out here? |
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| Kelvin Friedhelm | Nov 6 2014, 06:05 PM Post #4 |
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Kelvin strode over to the strange animal, tugging on the reigns, though the stubborn beast refused to stand upright, just growling at him with the strange unearthly sounds camels make. Like some sort of terrible monster, rather than a shaggy, malformed horse. So preoccupied, the feminine voice behind him- stating so comfortably it’s state of being, was more than enough cause to startle. However it was the sound that was most alarming. Rasping, grating. Not quite the familiar ring and crash of blades clashing, but not the squealing of a blade jammed into a mill wheel. The thought made him grimace, eyes locking on the saddle bag containing the remains of his poor weapon. The crossbow sat in it’s saddle holster next to the bag. He didn't even have his armor on, because of the desert temperatures. Kelvin slowly turned, finding her eyes- a scarlet hue, amplified by the color of the rock and desert surrounding them- locked on his. The strangely shaped armor shell enveloping her unfolding, instantly recognizable as armor once his eyes could pick out the legs and arms of the device. Part of him wished for his crossbow, the other for his sword, and still the other for his armor. All were sitting just a few feet away, though only two were serviceable. His conscious mind was a bit smarter though, because even the armor was useless here, clearly. If she could What was one supposed to say in such a situation? ”Greetings... ma’am. My name is Kelvin Friedhelm, just a passing traveler.” If she is human... How did she manage to get so much metal so far out here? He chose to keep that thought to himself though. People didn't usually enjoy others questioning their humanity. ”I don’t suppose you happen to know how far off Eldahar be from here?” He hated small talk. Being a city guard hadn't eased that loathing either as much as it had magnified it. If you were going to talk, it might as well have purpose. His eyes wandered over her form freely, pondering each part, and coming to the same conclusion each time. I have no idea what I am looking at here. |
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