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The groups have begun arriving, being set up at the base camp and given time the day to rest.
(This is a thread from Mizahar's fantasy role playing forum. Why don't you register today? This message is not shown when you are logged in. Come roleplay with us, it's fun!)by Stigandr on April 11th, 2012, 3:00 am
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by Sahashkalila on April 11th, 2012, 9:10 pm
by Roka on April 12th, 2012, 5:31 pm
by Chamaeleon on April 12th, 2012, 8:02 pm
Spider, spider. |
by Rail on April 13th, 2012, 10:12 pm
His paws bled and cracked, muscles burning and crying out for relief but he refused to let up. This trip it represents a certain freedom that he had never had before. A chance to prove himself more than a mere useless slave or common ruffian, a chance to show the proud creature he knew was the true measure of his soul. He was long since past the point of exhaustion, the only thing bringing him step by step along the trail his inhuman determination to prove his worth. He had been offered a steed multiple times along the journey but had refused them each time. The only concession he allowed himself was to place the few belongings he owned in a small pack upon one of the more unencumbered horses so that he could move freely. Despite this he had somehow managed to keep up with the column of Berthians riding hard for the Spires. Not even for a moment did he allow himself to fall behind and ,finally, the fruits of his labor were in sight. The trees had been steadily increasing in size until, at long last the greatest grandfathers of the forest stood tall and proud to either side of the winding trail. The beauty of the place was such that he could recognize it even through his exhausted haze. Something about the place spoke to him all the way down to the roots of his soul. It was an amazing feeling and it gave him renewed vigor as well as a final determination to finish the last leg of the journey. With heavy desperate breaths Rail plodded into the open area of the base camp and gratefully moved himself to a nearby tree. The grandfather was enormous large enough that It would have taken the big cat quite a while just to walk around the base, with a start he realized, it wasnt even a tree.... it was but a branch of a much greater ancestor. His awe mounted as he slowly let his eyes rove around the camp constructed for their use and he couldnt help a pleased growl. Everything was beautiful all seemed drawn out from the very trees around them... amazing. With a flash of light and a small pop Rail returned to his human coil and slowly let himself slide down the side of the great tree er.. branch, to land with a slight thump at its base. He slowly lifted his hands to inspect the damage done to them. They were worn almost to the bone, dirty and bloody, he was almost certain that the bones were intact but he could not be sure... Well no matter.He thought with a proud gleam in his eyes I have made it... on my own volition He let out a smile, blinding in its obvious glory and leaned back against the tree. Within moments his mind had fallen into the great abyss known as unconsciousness the smile still playing across his handsome face. |
by Stigandr on April 15th, 2012, 7:31 am
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by Jean on April 15th, 2012, 3:45 pm
Her clothes were crumpled and needed a good washing, and her muscles felt like they'd been site fire to, doused, and set fire to again over and over. Lebanon, her mare, walked as slow as she could without actually stopping, her head hanging so low that her nose was only a couple feet from the ground. Jean had thanked the Gods and Goddesses over and over for their luck. Lee hadn't died during the hard journey like several other horses had, and she was thankful beyond words. She didn't know what she would have done if the mare had been killed merely because she'd been run too hard. The deaths other of the other horses had hit her hard though, and she'd shed tears for each one. They had lagged behind the main group, mainly because Jean was trying her best not to push Lee to the extreme. She had lost sight of the others for the better part of the day, but she finally caught sight of them again when the journey's end was in sight. A group of people were clustered in the camp near a large longhouse, and she realized she noticed them first because one was Stigandr. A tired sigh puffed from her exhausted lungs - one of relief. The trip was finally over, and one of the few people she'd worried about was safe. Another good look showed her that Kalila was with him as well. A crooked smile hitched up the corner of her mouth. With them were several others that she didn't personally know yet. There was a tiger stretched out on the ground, which is what he noticed first. But she was past the point of being surprised by anything and anyone involved in the Crimson Edge. She assumed it must be a Kelvic, seeing as no one was paying any ill attention towards the giant cat. Jean just hoped that Lee wouldn't spook, seeing how the mare was afraid of any feline bigger than a house cat. She stopped the exhausted horse with a gentle pull on the reigns, making the bit tug back her drooping lips. Slowly, she slid from the saddle. It was the least graceful dismount she'd ever performed. Her legs nearly gave out underneath her. They shook violently for a moment, but held. Wrapping the reigns around her fist, she led her mare the rest of the way. Finally, we can rest. The thought whispered through her tired mind and she smiled again, feeling like she'd been given the wold's finest stallion instead of an opportunity for rest. She skirted around the group, noting that Lee was too tired to even care about the tiger lying near them, and stopped at Stigandr's shoulder. Her mare hung her head lower and closed her eyes, moving the bit around in her mouth with her large tongue. A shaky sigh blew from her lips and nostrils, spraying her rider's leg with a fine mist. Jean touched Stigandr's fingers lightly for a moment, letting him know where she was. She felt better now that she was with someone she was close to, and she closed her eyes for a rest. Her hip stuck out as she slouched her weight to one leg, and if it were possible without falling over, it'd seem like she'd fallen asleep standing up, much like her mare. |
by Sahashkalila on April 25th, 2012, 4:13 am
by Chamaeleon on May 29th, 2012, 2:42 am
Spider, spider. |
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