The darkness was completely suffocating, the girl ran through the street, her bare feet slapping on the cold cobbled street, she held her dress up around her waist something was wrapped up within it. Behind her an amber glow grew closer and brighter she turned down winding lanes between building crumbling and burnt out, blackened timbers rising up from the debris like jagged teeth, still smouldering. Shadows moved swiftly in the darkness, wide eyes peered at her silently hiding. She ran breathlesly panick on her face, the glow drew closer still, angry voices followed it. The young girl turned another corner, her dirty blonde hair falling out from her grey grubby hood. Then her foot slipped in something wet and greasy, something that could just be made out in the gloom as red. She slipped sideways as her legs flew out from beneath her, and rolled scratching her elbows and knees, her dress flailing open, and the precious cargo that she carried so tightly, being strewn across the floor, apples and pears and other wormy rotten fruit rolled everywhere.
"No" she cried out and began to frantically gather up the food. The glow and noises were at the end of the lane now, faces grimacing in hate, men, women holding torches rushing towards her. The girl managed to somehow collect most of the fruit, and was about to stand but she looked up. Surrounding her those angry faces teeth barred, one maliciously smiling drawing closer and closer their faces taking on inhuman features in the flickering of the flames. The people around her snapped at each other like feral dogs, their filthy hands, and unkept nails reaching for her. She closed her eyes, and tried to remember the past, the grass, and even the wind. She could almost feel the heat of the suns warmth, warmer and warmer, and a light breeze on her hair, or was it the flames and someone behind her breathing on her neck? Hands grabbed at her.
Somewhere within the city, a blood curdling scream filled the air.
Tothaza the beacon city of Monaiya, now a prison...
Tothaza until recently was a great city, a beacon to the realm of Monaiya, and the rest of the world. Full of races and creatures from across the known world. But now it is trapped, and everyone in it, in perpetual night. Full of creepy, sinister creatures stalking through the streets.
You will be thrust into this den of madness and despair. And will have somehow survived the initial chaos.
Characters can be extremely varied, Tothaza is a melting pot of all types of peoples and creatures, humans, elves, vampires, warlocks, pandas, and cheetahs, humanoid races all over Monaiya. It is up to you wether you struggle to find a way out of the city, if you do decide that you don't wish to die in the dark and cold, then you may want to find fellow people that wish to escape, or hunt down those that may have the key to,escape.
Rules and guidelines
Rules and guidelinesX
All menewsha rules...
God modding, an obvious no no...
Almost all races and character types you can think of will be welcome, I'll decide if anything is too crazy, a robot from the future may push it too far perhaps.
All relationships will be cool
And importantly there IS possible endings to this roleplay
You may need to check your profile against the background of the world, so that your charater fits in.
Pm me your profiles please for confirmation
Post here for any questions, more the better...
The gold rewards (bribes) are as follows. 100 gold for the first five people to achieve their goal/s. 300 gold for the first person to escape. 200. Gold for one person for being a overall good roleplayer. These are just something to act like candy, a little treat.
There will be some private messaging as their may be secret or hidden information you find out, whether, or how you put this in your posts is up to you.feel free to pm each other if need be, just keep things for your charater.
Everyone is pretty busy at the moment, so no one is going to mind a moderate pace of posting, as long as you try to keep it going, that should be cool, if you know you are going to be away for a long time, then please pm me or post in ooc to let us know, you may want us to god you, so let us know your general ideas.
If someone is gone for a looong time without any contact, we may god you, especially if your character is in a vital position.
With regards to posting, I don't need you to mess around changing the colour of you speaking text,(I am still on tablet and it is soo fidly and laborious) you may change the whole wall or simply state the name of the character at the top of the pits and colour that text in. For example
Quote:
David
He picked out the smoothest stone in his hand and placed it in his swing, felling the sturdy leather in his hand....as he let the stone fly he shouted " die you overinflated giant"
Preferably not in eye straining colours such ascyan or lemoney if you are doing lots of text or a whole wall
Kailacan Electus, special character, played by...X
Charater name: Kailacan Electus
Username: currently BrotherOfDarkness
Appearance:
as a preacher he wears a brown corse hooded cloak, he is always dressed quite humble, with plain wool shirt underneath. Despite expectations he has a athletic physique, although the cloak is thick he holds himself very confidently that gives away his stature. He has a strong squared jaw, and warm attractive features despite several scars that look like crackling lightning, one his left side of his face, that have a faint green hue to them. His hair is a earthy light brown, never styled but kept short. His eyes are a light brown to match his hair but a marble green centre making them very piercing yet friendly. He has light laughter lines of someone that used to smile a lot, but now it seems he's mouth has turned sullen and sad.
Age: 27
Alliance:
good, former council soldier. Now priest of Prometheus. Cares for sick and vulnerable.
Personality:
Is a warm and passionate person, always balanced in his opinions and careful in his choice of words. He is purposely generous and selfless. He does have moments where his emotions build up, and fights hard to suppress those feelings. He's mind is always ticking over, with some thoughts or other, and rarely rests or lets himself relax.
Background and history:
he was a former council soldier he joined at thirteen, and saw many battles, he became a seargent. And was decorated for his ruthlessness and bravery, always leading the way, and protecting his men. He became popular with the soldiers, and higher lords as someone that could get the task done. However four years ago he was attacking a Karl encampment, and they were ordered to take no prisoners. But the Karl's had brought their families including women and children. Kail refused to attack, and struck his superior. In light of his service, and the fact if he was executed would have probably caused a revolt amongst the troops. He was sent to the dungeons beneath the Tothaza tower for a year where he suffered brutal torture. He was released by a former general who favored him. Kail joined the priesthood, after finding faith during his inprisonment.
Special powers/abilities:
has seem to become a favorite of the gods with his prayers on several occasion seemingly being answered. Once when the shadow came down, to protect the people within his church who wished for sanctuary. And then for light, since then the flames alight upon the torches that line the walls of the temple have not yet died out despite not being replaced.
Any equipment:
has now in his possession a glowing sword!
He posses various herbs for healing and incenses for prayer
He still has his chain mail armour, and helm with two, silver hands clasping a sphere upon it, a symbol of the council
Rezon, special character, played by...X
Charater name: Rezon
Username: currently BrotherOfDarkness
Appearance:
Age unknown
Alliance: neutral
Personality is ruthless in his acts, and been merciless against those against him, but his actions seem to protect those that appear innocent not much is known
Background and history: unknown appeared only when the shadow fell, and is found roaming the darkest streets.
Special powers/abilities: unknown supernatural abilities, is able to kill with ease usually in a particularly dramatic fashion, and has supernatural strength.
Alliance: a council Mage, one of the senior mages on Tothaza
Personality very direct, and to the point. Is known to be stern, and sensible. There are rumours that he has always been power crazed trying to get above his station.
Background and history: little is known, but many mages are taken in at a young age when they show magical abilities, and the general workers are taken in from orphanages, this leaves very few child beggars to pester citizens. Many of the council keep in touch with their families, it appears Alatar either does not, or he was one of the many taken from orphanages.
Special powers/abilities: his armour given to him allows him to radiate blue lightning from himself, he also has a certain amount of pre cognitive ability
Any equipment: wears ornate and magical armour, and staff.
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Alliance: Neutral, more or less doing things for her own sake only, but not likely to go out of her way to cause harm to someone, unless has found particular dislike for someone
Personality: Leila is... complex. Perhaps easiest way to describe her would be cold, arrogant, needlessly cruel and even selfish. That is how she can perceived and indeed, it's all there. But in truth, it is more of a fortress above dungeons where broken mind and soul is chained.
She has certain kindness in her, although it most likely would be only shown towards animals and small children, especially girls. People who harm either are automatically blacklisted in her book (and that's not a good place to be).
Although always playing it cool and avoiding to display any emotions, this girl is in fact very emotional, prone to mood swings, sudden surges of anger or slipping into hopeless depression. One emotion out of this range is happiness. All of that will most likely swirl behind a still expression or even smirk.
Generally, intelligent and well read realist, quick and logical thinker, creative both in battle and survival related things as well in arts. Leila's certainly also somewhat prideful, defiant and even stubborn. When having a goal last trait shifts into steely determination.
Background and history: There is nearly no chance that she would ever share her story with anyone, but most of it has been soaked in tears, blood and suffering - hers and that of other's.
Finally, with certain things out of her way (such as revenge), Leila left her homeland on a long travel, perhaps in attempt to run away from her past and herself, although she would never call it like that.
Her life lacks a central point to turn around right now. For many years, there has been one and now she's slightly lost without it and in search for one. In the meantime, she tends to challenge herself and others, testing her limits and playing with death.
Perhaps, here in a foreign land and war that meant nothing to her until the unfortunate trapping of Tothaza she will find either a reason to live or peace in death.
Special powers/abilities: There are reasons to doubt she is fully human, although shadow folk are rarely, if ever heard of (especially around these parts). But speculations aside, her abilities simplified down are and revolve all around darkness and shadows. She is able to become one with them and later recreate herself, gaining ability to slightly shapeshift and heal, materialize darkness at her bidding (mostly used to create wings, sometimes weapons). However, both shape-shifting and healing are dangerous as she attempts to change the written 'data' of her self and there may be unexpected, even lethal side-effects.
Beside that, she has night vision and what she call shadou folk do her bidding like faithful servants. They, too, can materialize and do physical harm, but in most cases, they are used as spies and the distance between them and their Mistress is limited for this task.
What has been taught to her are her fighting skills, martial and with various weapons. She has also excelled in things related to alchemy and along with martial training has learned to lock herself in a secluded spot in her mind, ignoring pain and emotions. Therefor, she can resist going unconscious, physical suffering (like torturing) for much longer than others.
Weaknesses: Leila is attracted and even lured in by darkness although until shadows fell over Tothaza, she had little knowledge of this and now must resist the calling of the dark trap. With her sometimes depressed feelings, it can be rather hard at times...
What advantages she has in her small size, speed, reflexes and agility she certainly lacks in strength. Although strong compared to other woman of her stature, she would be no match for a burly man in this aspect.
Hiding her emotions that are more like raging sea than a calm lake often backlashes to herself and others. Her focus can be broken because of this, although her 'safe-room' is quite emotion-proof, in most cases.
Light weakens her powers, although for that to take particularly strong effect, it should be natural, not artificial light, such as man-made fire, candle or battery.
Any equipment: Crossbow, poisoned and regular arrows, various knives, rope and hook, coin purse (rather full), some vials with healing potions and poisons, bandages. Pouch of herbs and powders of various qualities. One layer of clothes and some dried foods in the backpack. Well hidden in a 'shadow pocket' inside the said backpack is her diary and few pens,a rather foreign item to Tothaza (perhaps) and ink bottle.
Some of the bigger things Leila usually stashes somewhere safe for sake of mobility if she has to stay put in some place, which means she would have to retrieve them when needed. Such things are: transportable alchemist kit, more alchemical ingredients, sleeping bag, basic necessities for hygiene and such, small stash of food and extra clothes.
Loren
Loren Fitzroy, played by SadrainX
Character name: Loren Fitzroy
Username: Sadrain
Appearance:Picture 1,Picture 2,Picture 3
He is a very tall man, standing at 6 feet and 9 inches. Fittingly, his form is rather impressive, although not overly muscled. His hair, similar to his wings, is silvery white and, in fact, seems to be soft feathers as well. The small beard he has is black, though. In contrast, the man's skin is dark, as if well tanned.
His eyes are very dark violet-blue. Loren's expressions are soft, but usually sad. His face consists of sharp angles and consistent straight lines, even his eyebrows are arched and sharp.
The wingspan is wide, and even when bent and tucked, they are quite noticeable - and heavy. With help of his powers, he can disguise them, but despite that, wings often get him in trouble. As he flies, the shimmering feather seem to create a music of sorts, a tune, although it could be only an illusion.
Age: Supposedly 24, actual age unknown
Alliance: Good, on very rare occasions might choose to remain neutral
Personality: Although friendly and kind, Loren does not let many really close to him and remains distanced in a sense that attracts many (especially women). He is rather independent, he won't even speak, when not in the mood. However, being kind at heart, makes him chose to help in most cases and usually, he is also rather talkative and open.
Very reliable person. His morale and truthfulness falls in just one point - and that is lying. Although certainly not a hardcore liar, Loren won't avoid a small lie when needed. However, he will not deceive about his feelings, such as saying "I love you", if he does not mean it. He dislikes argues, but despite all these peaceful traits, he is by no means naive. Quite the opposite, actually.
He is very artistic. Loves music, poetry, stories, arts - anything that can be created. Talented musician, fluent in 10 languages, he translates poems and stories, spreading them further. As well as writes them him self. Music notes is another thing he has mastered gracefully. Great at singing, of course. It is one side of his intelligence and wisdom, but they reach in many other spheres of life as well, such as psychology.
Loren is perceived as very charming, if a little strange. His gentlemanly nature is often perceived as flirting, but it's just the way he treats everyone, when in correct mood.
Background and history: Little to nothing is known of his past, but he doesn't mind sharing few stories. In short, he wanders from one place to another, spreading his music, stories and inspiring people to be better, kinder. He attempts to influence events for a better outcome and because of that, ended up in Monaiya, then Tothaza that is now under darkness' siege...
He still aspires to help and bring hope to the people there.
Special powers/abilities: His large wings take him in flight with ease, although flying large distances takes a good deal of energy, but perhaps less than walking (for him).
Has ability to create illusions with sounds, like his voice or music. The illusions vary in strength, from just making you think you smell something nice to one that makes you feel like you're drowning so believably you actually suffocate. Not once has Loren used his magic to take someone's life, however, and does not plan to.
He is actually very talented musician and does not need magic to create emotions in his listeners. The winged man has a knack for finding music for each and every person, though, just what they need then (whether they realize it or not). Similarly, the stories he spins entice and draw in, they are rather unpredictable and philosophical without being of the know-it-all sort.
It is unclear if he has affinity with wind element, but it is possible and he has been seen to affect weather with his music, like making wind chase clouds away. All supposed displays of this magic have been very minor, however.
Any equipment: He travels very lightly, just a bigger bag with one spare cloth set, something alike first aid kit, coin purse (fullness depends on how well some of his performances have went, currently on the empty side since in the war torn world, everything's most likely expensive), some food, and his most prized possession - the music instrument collection that consists of pan pipe, egyptian flute, double flute. Also has set of two knives, one of them is rather long and good in fights.
Nuru, played by XaviX
Name: Nuru Gero Zuri
Name Meaning: Filled with Light, fierce, and handsome
Username: Xavi
Appearance:
Nuru has an unusual look to him, mainly because he's not quite what one would label… human. In fact, Nuru is of animal linage. He's a cheetah, through and through. Only, as noted, he can stand on two legs and can talk. This, of course, notes that he is of the Chethume race. Chethumes are, as the name suggestions, cheetah-humans. Much like a human, Nuru wears clothes. He is always seen wearing his faded red scarf and he opts to cover his "junk" with black pants that are torn off at the bottom. Belts and straps keep his blade holstered to his hip and his quiver of arrows strapped to his back. His paws (feet) are left naked as shoes feel weird against his paw padding. The remainder of his body is covered in golden, cheetah-fur. His large, yellow eyes are focused and experience and his ears as constantly on the alert for danger or calls. A long, tail juts from his spinal cord just above the hips, which aids him in his running at extreme speeds.
Age: Mid to late twenties (about twenty-six or twenty-seven)
Alliance: Mercenary that fights on the side of justice, his sense of righteousness.
Personality:
Nuru is kind by nature but fierce by choice. In a world of desolation and destruction, the cat-man was forced to change who he was to survive. The sweet little bloke that once brought smiles to the faces of his clan vanished.
Born a hunter and a tracker, his skills became optimal for people who sought to hunt down others. He began as a mercenary at a young age and, only recently, decided to change his alliance from that of evil and self-greed. His arrows now fly free for justice and compassion. Never again does he want to kill to help line someone's pocket. Nuru's trying to rekindle his playful, kind personality. It's a slow change, but Nuru knows that in a world of darkness, only the light will stand brighter than the rest. He wants to break from the darkness and lead the way to a shining, bright future.
Background and History:
Growing up in a very close family, Nuru was blessed with being surrounded by his wildman-like kin. He was the seventh born to his parents and Nuru has a pair of twin sisters born a year younger than he. The Chethume species lives in a pride, much like lions, which is how Nuru was raised. He and his family lived on the flatlands, but took shelter in the caves nearby the mountain range. Traveling into the city about five times a year, Nuru's family would do their best to always bring the kids so that they could learn about the other races.
Although living in a semi-isolated world his whole life, Nuru was tossed into a public school where he learned and played alongside other races, most of which were animal-infused races like his own. By the time he was sixteen, he was taken under the wing of his father and his dad's partner (Wolfman) where he learned how to become a "real man," or at least one that could hunt and protect his family.
Darkness had yet to really shake the Chethume from their roots. But then that day of darkness came. Everything and everyone was lost. Only Wolfman, his father's partner, survived along with Nuru. Wolfman did the only thing he could -- he sold him. Nuru, although heartbroken, knew Wolfman needed the money to travel across the land to find his northern brother. Nuru, now the slave of some wealthy humans, was enrolled in an army to serve the lord of the land. Serving for three years (until he was 20), Nuru eventually broke away with a band of humans to join the SoBH (the Society of Bounty Hunters). It wasn't until four years later than he became a mercenary for hire and he served a dark overlord. Recently, though, Nuru decided he couldn't take blood and line his lord's pockets. Blessed to leave from the lord's wife, Nuru set out to find his own freedom and path toward justice. He's a lone traveler, but he's rarely seen. He would rather be a ghost than a player at this point.
Special Powers: Nuru is a cheetah so speed is his specialty. He's also a feline so his senses are very heightened. He's nimble and composed, but can easily be distracted by warmth and yarn. As a born hunter and catcher, Nuru knows all the tricks and can practically vanish, much like a cat can. He's very knowledgable and knows what flora and fauna to avoid. Being a cat, his constitution is strong, which allows him to take on his fair share of poisonous foes.
Equipment: Equipped with a bow and quiver of arrows, Nuru specializes in long-range battle. However, don't let that fool you into thinking he can't bring a fight to you. His teeth are razor sharp, as are his claws. He carries a small blade on his left hip on the off chance he needs to throw it. A ball of yarn is the only other thing Nuru carries on his person.
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Feel free to post your introduction piece, explaining where the charater is at the current moment, perhaps their motivation, and how they came to be there?
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Kailacan stepped lightly through the corridor that led from the small entrance hall into the main prayer chamber, the walls and corridor were humbly adorned with wooden symbols, of the gods and several ornate braziers burned softly in alcoves, the swirled patterns in the cast iron danced around the first room, and along the walls. Along the edge of the floor and wall lay bundles of cloths, and rags. One of these piles stirred and up crept a white boney hand towards Kail, it grasping his robe tightly. Kail did not seemed startled, rather a look of compassion, and a slight smile filled his face and eyes, dark shadows could been seen beneath them however, emphasised more by the flickering fire. He crouched down slowly, and lifted back some of the rags, beneath was the face of an old man, weathered beyond his years, his eyes bloodshot and sullen. All around Kail the piles moved,mthey were not clothes or sheets but people huddling together seeking protection from the horros outside. Kail spoke softly and slowly that reflected his movements.
"What is your name sir?"
It took a while for the man to answer, as though he hadn't spoke for a long time, even then he's voice was coarse and croaky.
"Er, Mason your worship,... Brandon Mason if it pleases you" the old man bowed his head, his hair was balding and grey, his eyes despite being wrinkled and traces of tears still glistened in the dark, they shone a swirl of dark green with a lacework of yellow permeating through.
"Any news on my daughter?"
"That's right you are searching for your daughter" Kail had heard some of his 'guests' mention someone who was searching for their child.
"I'm sorry, nothing as yet...but there is safety here, I'm sure she will find this place" Kail after blessing the man stood to make his way into the prayer chamber, it's roof partially collapsed in the far end above the shrine of Prometheus. The area closest to the corridor which still had its roof housed more people curled up together sleeping, and breathing heavily, and one person coughing event so often. He made his way to the shrine, slight drizzle fell down upon him, his head bowed and the water collected in the creases of his hood and dripped down. The shrine although tall at twenty feet was now leaning crooked where some great stone launched into the city had ripped through the wall. And hit the iron statue, it seemed to loom over Kail peering down at him, in it's hands a sword made from shining brass, it's blade fashioned into a flame, the ancient tarnished shrine was covered in blemishes and dents.
Kail knelt before the god, and looked up the water running down his face mixing into tears that welled up inside him, he muttered prayers under his breath for a seemingly endless time, a lump of timber fell crashing down beside him, that made him pause and stop. Suddenly he stood up and raised his arms to the statue.
"Are we forsaken!?... You have twice answered my prayers, I wish not for myself but for the innocent, and you have protected the boundary of this temple against the horrors of the night, and you grant us flame and warmth..." He quietned down, and spoke softly again, but this time with a determination in his voice. "I have nothing to offer you, great provider, except myself, use me as you wish, but protect those that seek safety... I shall be your vessel, please just.." Kail halted his cries. He knelt again and resumed his prayer, and closed his eyes.
Kail felt heat rise up on his neck he opened his eyes, light and heat were pouring into the room from along the corridor, the flames from the braziers and torches great bright, almost blinding, the heat started to hurt his skin. Then it's a burst trails of flame shot towards him, all joining together, and weaving around each other, they swirled around the room, spinning across the edges. Steam rose up all around him, as the puddles on the ground evaporated, the rain itself seemed notbtoneven reach the ground. Parts of tapestries caught afire and singed. Kail turned and stumbled back, and fell against the shrine, he glanced upwards. The flames rose higher and seemed to be attracted to the sword above him, then just as quickly as it began the flames disappeared into the blade. It now shine bright, and flames seem to be dancing beneath the very metal itself, the statue heaved and toppled over more crashing down, Kail almost being flattened beneath if it wasn't for the outstretched arm if Prometheus holding itself up from the floor.
Kail slowly rose, and very nervously walked over ton the sword that was clasped in the statues hand. He closed his eyes reached out for it his fingers stretching out, as he got hold of it he felt the warmth flow through his hand and into his chest via his arm, it raced around his body, and seeped into every part of his being he opened his eyes they burned with a glow like fire, light shone down from above breaking through the shadow for a second before fading away along with his eyes, but the sword remained....
The door to the temple crashed open a figure in dark robes stepped out into the pitch darkness, armour could be seen shining beneath his grabs, in his hand a glowing sword lit the way... Kailacan went forth to face the night.
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Eventually, even the cruelest of tornados run out of power and quiet down, only trails on the face of land remaining as remainder of the destruction. In the same way, the initial chaos after darkness fell over Tothaza had calmed down. The fights had been won and lost, the victors had retreated to lick their wounds and count the spoils - for a brief moment, city was still. Or at least this part of it. But the scars remained, both etched into the walls and streets of city and its people. And yet so many more would be made...
Leila Ragnarok
Dark, barely distinguishable silhouette was crouched on one of the rooftops, overlooking the scene. Lack of light did not seem to trouble it, as it systematically searched and found most important points of the area. There was a higher tower not far off, particularly excellent for taking refuge on for someone with flight capabilities. Also a large storehouse, but currently occupied by people hiding and trying to reinforce their positions before enemies came back. Beside that there was.... Suddenly, the shadow's gaze fixed on a moving glowing object. A torch? No, the light was not of that kind... Narrowing eyes - for the being had become more and more material over last moments - it focused and then flinched. It was a magical flame that forced darkness to retreat and wait to reclaim the walls and ground once the flame's bearer left.
Such powerful magic she had not seen in a long while - and didn't feel like she had been missing out on anything. If anything, it only meant there was one person capable of weakening her and she took note of avoiding the flame's bearer. Not that avoiding everyone didn't seem like wisest course of action here in any case. That's why she was up here, on the roof, where no one had thought to look for fights. But now it was time to move on - the air smelled too thickly of fresh blood here and that scent always made her shudder.
She stood up and headed for the edge of roof, spreading wings and gliding over to the next one, landing with slight thud when her boots hit the stone. It would be easier to merge with the darkness, she felt empowered by it, yet... Somehow, the idea was off-putting right now. So, she moved further away from magical flame, towards the edge of city in more physical form, cautious of every sound and movement around.
Loren Fitzroy
The figure that allied herself with darkness was not only one to take refuge on roofs that night, however. But even if the two would have noticed in each other, there would've been no incident as both were safe from darkness' maddening effect.
And he did feel blessed for that. Although he had seen many horrible things in his own time, this would surely be added to the list of events he would not want to tell heroic tales about. What inner monsters had been freed by darkness in these people, he didn't know, but no one seemed to be true match for them.
Now that it seemed calmer, man took time to get more familiar with his surroundings and nearly immediately, the half-destroyed temple caught his eye. Although Loren was not entirely familiar with gods worshipped in this country, it seemed as good as any place to go and if there were any survivors there, he had to aid them.
Silvery wings flapped few times before he took flight towards the temple and just before his landing, someone exited the remains of this house of god. The light hit him suddenly, making the man wince slightly and he retreated slightly releasing the light's source was a weapon. "I come in peace," he spoke softly, voice nearly inhumanely melodic although manly. "Are there survivors that need help in there?" he inquired moments later.
Stalking, it had been his activities for the past few days. His padded paws allowed him to move without a sound and the darkness cloaked him from the wandering eyes of the panic-stricken people. His tail kept him balanced and his ears were always flicking around toward the noises of the city. Even those large, cat eyes of his were wide with curiosity and alertness. His nose picked up the fresh scents of people, which lured him to their person. With ginger toes, he followed one soul to another. He never stalked his target for long as he knew better than to press his luck. He would lurk just long enough to get a feel for them before leaping onto his next victim.
The one before his golden eyes was one of extreme interest to him. She was similar to him in the regard that she had animal parts -- wings to be exact. He had only just started following her perhaps an hour ago. She had yet to pick up on him. Perhaps it had everything to do with the fact that the city reeked of death and desolation. It would be hard to pin-point someone, someone as careful as a feline, in this filth. It was probably the only thing he had going for him at this point. As far as others were concerned, he smelled like a rotting corpse, which derailed others from his trail.
As she glided from her perch on one rooftop to that of another, he scurried across the ground through an alleyway while keeping her figure in his sights. He didn't know why he was so intrigued by her, but he liked the fact that she, too, was just as cautious in the dim light. She clearly knew that her life, like all of theirs, was on the line. She needed the utmost caution and she seemed to err on the side of safe. There was also something about her silence that comforted him. But maybe he followed her for another reason.
His stomach roared. His eyes were keenly staring her down. She would make a good meal.
His ears flicked backwards. A sound came from behind. Leaping onto a nearby dumpster, his spotted fur allowed him to blend in with the brick building to his back. The shadows of the alley further veiled him from unwanted eyes and attention. This was the life he had been living for the past few days. A life of hide-and-go-seek.
Nuru Gero Zuri was his name. He was a twenty-something year old Chethume. Believed to be extinct due to a sudden purge, the cheetah-human shifted on his slender legs. When the intruder came into his sight, a wave of relief washed over him. It was nothing more than a fat rat that perked up his ears and Nuru, well, he hadn't eaten in a while. With the grace and agility of a cheetah, he jolted after the creature. There was no escape for the poor rodent either. Caught between the fangs that protruded from his muzzle, Nuru's eyes shifted back up toward the winged woman he was following. She had vanished.
Swallowing the rat whole, the cheetah-man whirled around in the alleyway. His faded red scape was drawn tight against his neck almost to the point of choking him. His legs moved backwards and he felt a shadow emerge from the streets. A low growl tickled his throat. His paw-like hands reached over his back and pulled out his long-bow. Reaching for an arrow, Nuru shrunk into the darkness and aligned his arrow. Pulling back on the string, he would let his arrow fly true, if attacked.
At first, it was little more than a faint tingle on back of her neck. Then, the feeling got stronger and without looking back, she knew she was being watched. By someone whose eyes were far more seeing than those of a human. But it didn't need to know that she was alert. Easiest way to catch a predator was to lull it into believing the prey was unaware. It didn't take a voice command for shadows ripple ever so slightly for briefest moment, as her servants - friends - left to search for her stalker.
Nor it took long for one of them return, her mind filled with soft voiced whispers about a cat-human on her trail, his exact position perfect for watching, but avoiding to be seen. A hunter. She chided herself, for not disguising her scent yet, although it was barely noticeable - just a touch of some bitterly sweet flower, wood and ash, only the first standing out in the environment.
Nevertheless, the being continued on her way as if nothing had happened, testing how much patience her stalker had. And it turned out to be a lot. Someone seeking to kill her would've strike sooner, not wait nearly an hour. Did it want her to show the way to her stash? It couldn't know she had one, but maybe...
Her ears caught noise of thud on metal and for brief moment, scene from shadow's eyes flashed before hers. Her follower lept for something - not for her - and it was the perfect opportunity. Her body dissipated - perhaps returning to its one true form? - and as one with darkness she moved into the alley. There was no scent, no form or anything now to notice. But then, a voice, quiet and nearly sweet sounding, but with steely undertone spoke. One moment it seemed to come from his right side, then behind him and then in front, changing source's location fast: "I do not know why you followed me, but I have no bone to pick with you. Yet. Do not search for me again."
Of course, she could have just disappeared and he would have hard time every finding her again, but to certain point, she wished to know why he followed her, a nagging thought that it was more than just mere hunt in the destroyed city. Had her past caught up with her already?
Voices came from every side. There was no nook or cranny that was safe in the presence of this faceless monster. The air became cold and thin, almost making it hard to breathe. The voice called out again and it sent a chill down his spine, which caused the fur on the nape of his neck to rise. A growl continued to rumble in this throat as the voice appeared to grow louder and louder. It seemed as if the voice was right atop of him now, and this caused his large cat eyes to lock upward. Watching the shadows, his whiskers twitched. The voice had stopped moving momentarily. Now, if ever, was the time to strike. And yet, the voice that called to him offered no malice. There was no hint of bloodlust. Why be the first to draw blood?
Was it a trap?
The black fur that mimicked eyeliner creased as his brows furrowed. He was uncertain what to do. Time was of the essence. And yet, in this darkness, he felt as if it had stopped. He was quick. He could bolt from here, if needed. Even the darkness had a hard time swallowing something as fast as he. He could dodge and drift as needed, avoiding the greedy pull of death. But was fleeing really the answer?
Nuru's ears snapped forward. A scent wafted into his black nostrils.
The fletching grazed his cheek as the arrow sliced the air. Although no target, at least no visible target, laid in its wake, Nuru would seize that moment to escape. Grabbing for three more arrows, he fired them off while bounding upward onto the dumpster. Doing a flip in mid-air, another arrow was released. But just before the arrow flew, a clicking nose came from the quiver that protected Nuru's arrows. What looked like an ordinary arrow soon engulfed in flames which sizzled and hissed. Much like a sparkler used on by children the Fourth of July, the arrow spazzed and sent sparks and glowing embers every which way. In the mayhem, Nuru leapt from the alley and scaled the wooden shaft to his left. His claws dug into the wood, leaving behind ghastly holes and wounds in the already distraught building.
Now on the roof, Nuru was able to engage his feet to their full potential. A dodge here and a jump there, he whizzed past what he believed to be enemy attacks. As his feet collided with the rough material of the roof, his speed quickened. Within moments, he was at top speed and racing away from the fading light in the alley he was previously hiding in. From one rooftop to another he ran, slowly raising his height from the earth as an attempt to put more space between he and the voice that called to him. He wouldn't stop until his lungs hurt and begged for rest.
It was then when a roof gave out below him. Probably eight-stories high, Nuru's brow became wet with sweat. Panic was his enemy. He needed to be quick.
Whilst falling, his paw reached back to pull forth an arrow. Another click preceded the removal of the weapon. As the arrow shot forward, one might notice that the arrow didn't actually leave the bow. Rather, only its tip did. A grappling-like hook moved toward a beam. As it made its connection, Nuru jerked as the string that held him from his death pulled taut.
His heart was racing and his arms trembled. Death was literally seconds from him. As he dangled there in the building, his eyes flicked up toward the caved-in roof. He was at mercy's foot now. He was a sitting duck and there was nothing he could do but beg for his hunter to allow him to live another day.
Hissing, he felt the world encroach upon him. Today was not his day.
The predator realized that it was another predator he had been chasing. The moment sheep shed its skin and wolf appeared had struck fear in the cat-male. She read it in his body language. He was uncertain about something, too. Perhaps about the course of action? But then he decided. Either out of fear or pure ignorance, he shot. First arrowed was absolutely wasted, hitting wall and falling down. So did the next three, while her conscience and presence followed the fleeing creature.
But then he shot the one that burst in flames and for a moment, it distracted her. Although it had flown past her mind's location it lit the street. Not that something like this could truly weaken her, but the way it lit some papers on fire could, especially when the flames licked up the boxes and those too started burning, and she quickly turned her attention back to feline-esque man, moving her presence towards him, gaining speed as they got further away from small fire. Maybe soon it would not be so small, though.
It wasn't hard to catch up with him and in sudden surge of spite, shadowy tendrils already reached out for his legs to trip and bind the man, but the environment got to him before her. Disappointing, really. She was losing her skills? Glancing over the edge showed that he was not yet a nasty wet spot yet and she shifted her position, materializing partly after making sure the edge was safe. Nuru could see someone peer over the it and then something glinted in faint light - knife, eyes?
Same soft voice, but now with deal of mockery came from above: "Didn't get very far, did you?" There was soft chuckle, although it lacked humor. "Looks like I could test if your kind always lands on feet, too. Maybe I will..." there was a pause, another glint that he maybe could identify as eyes, catching light as usually only feline ones did, but then the being shook her head. "No, you are no challenge at all, kitty. Shame. But if you somehow manage to get out of this, stay out of my way. I will not be so merciful again." And with that, the being withdrew. Out of his line of sight, she dematerialized once more, although not fully merging. One glance behind and then she moved forward with full speed, away from the spreading flames lighting up in the distance. The failed hunter might not have caused problems for her by himself but what he had started could...
As he stepped out into the street, he felt though he was walking over the edge of a precipice, into almost nothingness, he had ventured out many a time after the shadow first fell to look for those in need, and as time went on less often as it became harder to locate survivors and more likely to encounter 'others', crazed people taken over by the madness and the weight of claustrophobia that seemed to push down upon everywhere.
Sometimes he had come across groups of soldiers, sometimes council forces rag tag bands of men that didn't seem to have any particular orders or leaders left. And also came across a few of the Karl invaders men wearing elaborate armour made from strips of leather and metal, highly detailed and decorative all with masks carved into grotesque faces. Sporting long blades that almost shone themselves with reflecting the dim light that there was. Every time these men refused to lay down their arms in return to come to the temple to seek safety. They seemed determined to stay their course and fight for what he saw as a lost cause. These men should no longer be enemies, but despite the darkest natures of men being manifested it seemed for real they still would rather cling to a well dug in hate. These men perhaps were beyond his saving. He had wished them all well and peace, but was afraid that it would not be enough and it would not be a prayer answered. His fears had been brutally realised when the last time he had returned to the temple after finding no signs of anyone else alive in the streets. He had come across those extravagant masks, but none had a body attached any longer. The site was grousome,it appealed Kail the fact it didn't alarm him more, but he had seen enough horrors already. He had prayed for their souls once he had returned to the shrine, and that was the last time he left the sanctuary.
This time he felt as though he was swimming alone in a great ocean darkness around him and krakens and leviathans lurking beneath him ready to swallow him whole. He didn't know what gave him the strength to venture outside, but had a warmth burning within him, and an anger bubbling beneath the surface a rage that had begun to spread though him slowly like a virus. He didn't know what he was looking or what he was going to do, but was going to let his feet take him where they thought he should go, he had done all he could for those inside, and had nothing left. But deep down he was a warrior himself, a soldier with no mortal leader, but he had been chosen by a great deity for some task, and he now had a purpose even if he didn't know what it was.
Kail heard something soft surge towards him, he couldn't quite make out what it was, perhaps a gentle chime, or a noise muffled by the buildings around him, something pleasant however. Then as he was thinking this a figure seemed to fall in front of him, had he jumped or fallen? The man was a tall imposing figure, his face seemed attractive, but edged perfect symmetry, as though it had been sculpted or painted as a memorial to a great man, or as a representation of a god. But what stood out was his vivid eyes an amazing violet blueish colour deep and dark, and they almost encaptuated Kails vision, until he saw the mans wings, magnificent formed wings.
Kail took a stance as a reaction and held his blade tight, it's glow burning intensely. The man spoke
"I come in peace" his voice as soft as cashmere, and as comforting as a parents lullaby. "Are there survivors that need help in there?"
Kail had never set eyes upon such a creature, as he could hardly come to call him a man, no normal mortal man looks or sounds like that. Besides no man gives of an aura as settling either. Kail instantly felt at ease with this creature, but his mind was not as easily led as his heart and emotions in this instance. "What god has sent a Devine creature like you? There are many who need help... Friend but none that I can any longer help, you may come in peace but for what I prepare for, peace will have to be a patient virtue" he had flashes and glimpses of his sword slashing at teeth and eyes in the dark, cutting through bones and flesh of maniacal demons. He had been tasked by Prometheus to go to war.
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A kind of recognition flashed in the man's light eyes - Loren knew that look. When his wings was noticed, he often was put into a category. Often, with creatures such as angels and other divine beings, sometimes with harpies or something evil. It could be blessing as well as curse. But he had grown accustomed to it and even learned to use the impressions so that interactions went smoother. It might have worked this time as well, although there was still wariness in this stranger's mind. But that was only healthy reaction and the musician saw no reason to try and 'glamour' it away. Then again, he hardly ever did and his presence often woke strong emotions or calmed them on its own.
Then, the man with clearly magical sword spoke and his answers brought grim expression to Loren's face. That could mean only one - he was too late, and his heart felt heavy at the thought. He knew he could not save everyone, but each time it still left a bitter taste in his mouth to know that death had reaped so many so near him. But then again, this whole city could as well turn into one big grave if they did not do something about it.
He adjusted his wings, folding them now that it didn't seem the other meant to attack him. "I do not wish to disappoint, but I am not a divine being and only ones who have sent me here are the Fate and her maid Concurrence. I'm a travelling musician that sought refuge in this city, hoping I could perhaps aid the citizens somehow." For a moment, he observed the other man. Strong, in body and mind, he was shaken but not shattered. And the air... Air seemed to sizzle around him, with magic and something more. Maybe it was because of the sword, but the power of it seemed to come from the man within.
"Unfortunately, true peace is rarely born from bloodshed, but sometimes there are no other ways to go on," Loren said, looking around them. Something had caught his attention, but now it was gone and he turned his eyes back to the other, realizing they still hadn't exchanged names. "My name is Loren Fitzroy," he extended hand for shake. If accepted, his grasp was strong, but not intimidatingly so. "Are you from this city?" he was rather sure the answer was yes, or at least that the man had lived here for a while. "I wanted to find Merchant's guild before the Darkness fell. Perhaps it is still secure and they could find use for me. Maybe you could tell me the way?"
He listened intently and patiently to this being, as he had listened to many countless others through his second life, listening to the confessions and prayers of the people of Tothaza. He listened as the being corrected his assumption that he was some creature sent by the gods, and he's views on violence, and his reason for being here to help. Kailacan listened and with every word his tension eased. He was on a journey to fight and commit violence, but this man was definitely not an enemy, or someone that he had been sent to fight. "I am sorry, that I jumped to any conclusions about your person, I am Kailacan Electus, or Kail, I will say it is good to meet you Loren Fitzroy, as it is good to meet anyone.now that isn't trying to slit your throat, and desecrate your corpse. I'm afraid that the merchants guild is located the furthest side of the city, and I no of no new news from there, so I wouldn't presume what aid they could make of you. I would offer you my company as I am travelling in that direction I believe, however I cannot offer you a safe passage, as my arms are now destined to spill blood, wether it be others or mine own" by now Kail had eased his stance but the sword still was gripped hard by his hand, his fingers not even flinching or needing to be prepositioned, he could feel warm pulse up his arm, he did not know if he could let go if he wanted to. As though it now formed part of his arm.
Although he now knew his path he must follow to be a dark one, even if he didn't know where it may lead. He wouldn't forget his humanity, he had food on him, but didn't feel the desire to eat, he hadn't for a long time now, but never felt hunger or have a lack of energy to go about his tasks, so he offered it to Loren " I have bread, wine and cheese Loren, would you share them with myself?"
"It is my pleasure to meet you," he said sincerely and although his voice was quiet, so not to attract too much attention, it seemed to fill the air around them, but not in unpleasant way. "Safety is very flexible term in the given situation, Kailacan. One could say that right now, safety can be found in trustworthy companion for I doubt I would have the gifts to avoid all of the dangers alone." Once more, he glanced around, as if looking for something, but did not find it. A certain amount of wariness and restlessness remained with the man, however. Something was off, the stillness of air closing in around them.... He wished for a breeze that would faintly whisper news to him or just calm him.
"So, I would be glad if you let me join in your path, " Loren said, now looking at Kail again. Although he was taller than the other man, there was no arrogance in how he held himself or looked down on others due to height differences. "And I would appreciate the honor of sharing meal with you as well as chance to settle down somewhere remotely safe if only for a short while. That is, if you know of such a place." He stated or rather inquired. It seemed Kail was familiar with the city - Loren was still trying to guess his occupation but was leaning towards religion or war related things due to where he had came out from, the speech and overall appearance.
There were times when he would realize he had been guided by an invisible hand towards a place or person and it felt like this could be one of those times. His fingers itched to put the day into a melody, but this was not the place... Not yet. So, he followed Kailan, either inside the remains of temple or where he would decide to go, soft hum in his throat, sending slightest vibration through his body.
Kailacan
"The Shrined temple behind myself would be the safest place that I know of, but that is where my path leads from, not to my friend. Although there may be other places that are quiet enough for us to break bread without disturbance perhaps you wish to walk with me regardless? Maybe we should stumble upon the merchants guild?
Kailacan removed a heel of hard stale bread from within his clothing, and offered it over
"It's not much, but it's okay when washed down with some wine"
Kail nodded to Loren and began to make his way down the lane that ran outside the temple, gesturing Leroy to follow, his footsteps echoing harshly off the shiny cobbles and travelling far into the eiriely silent night gloom
Kail seemed to feel an affinity towards Loren, but it saddened him they had met in such literally a dark time, and Kails destiny, it felt was a dark one too.
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So the hunter became the hunted. Thankfully, this individual seemed to have a sense of mercy to her. Perhaps it had to do with the fact that the world was crumbling around them and, let's be honest, he was a pretty rare creature. Why, she might be lucky if she saw another Chethume in her life. Odds were, it would just be Nuru though. Although he was sure more existed, the cheetah-man had yet to encounter one of his own after the incident.
Now that he had time to get out of this situation, he could easily climb up his rope and onto the roof. It was a time consuming process that left his paws sore, but at least he wasn't dangling for his life now. Sprawling out on the roof, he felt the woods give into his weight. The second a creak came, he hopped to his feet and jumped off the building. He needed to get to a better building, one that wasn't fatigued from wear and tear. Jumping around, he eventually perched on a building with a tower-like peek. A small window allowed him to enter the room and he dusted himself off for a moment. Once clean, he moved back to the only window and let his eyes scan the ground and sky. If Nuru saw movement, he would lace up and arrow and prepare for it to fly. He couldn't trust anyone to be as nice as that last encounter. Odds were, the next would be his last, unless he finished them off. And so, he waited with his arrows trained to pierce the slightest movement.
"Of course," he nodded in agreement upon Kailacan's invite to join him. With same soft hum, he followed behind this warrior of Deity, for that is how travelling 'bard' had deemed his new companion. Not only his sword and the whole air around him was filled with such power whose origin seemed otherworldly, but he also came from temple and spoke of being guided, destined... Loren didn't know what deity this man believed in or followed, but it didn't matter all that much. He himself was believer... No, rather he knew of the Olden God existence - the kind that started it all and once, would end it as well. But it did not mean other deities didn't exist or were powerless - faith alone called them forth from the energy Olden ones had left wrapped around worlds. Unfortunately, that meant plenty of cruel and evil forces were granted with unimaginable strength, too.
Loren accepted bread, but his mind was currently not with the food. Rather, something else was still holding his attention and suddenly, his wings spread and he took to flight. His hum seemed to grow in volume, as if silvery feathers resonated it. His trained eye immediately caught what had been causing him distress - or rather, trail of those who had. Flames were licking up walls of a building, already taking over and crawling on the roof. Perhaps they would stop at the nearby homes built of stone but just as well, they would find their way from barrel to box, from box to another wooden carcass to consume.
With ease, he landed again by Kailacan's side, brows furrowed. "Fire has started few blocks from here, it could spread fast. It would make us and others safer if we tried to end it, but it will attract predators." He did use word 'predator' and certainly didn't mean just a wild animal. His eyes looked over the other man searchingly, as if leaving the decision on him.
