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Post by Elvira, Wandering Cleric on Jan 10, 2024 1:08:21 GMT -5
"This place gives me the bloody creeps," Elvira thought to herself. Regardless, she trudged along through The Deadwood, making sure to not stop until she had reached the other side. Horror stories of clerics being taken had been recited time and time again to her. She had been told how the victims would be snatched off of the path and never to be seen again, and those who survived to tell the tale would sometimes drop from the stress of retelling their stories. Of course, this reminded her of her parents, how the bodies would tell their own form of a gruesome tale. Once more the train of thought shifted, focusing on her lover. If she were to be taken would her lover ever know, or would she feel that she had been abandoned?
She quickly shook the thoughts out of her head, instead replacing them with the much happier thoughts of her newfound love. This eased her tension as her mind formed the sensation of phantom touch, allowing her to feel the gentle touch of her lover's hands entwined with hers.
This moment of relief was fleeting, however, as she heard the snap of a branch echoing out as someone had taken a careless step. She quickly grabs her bow, nocks an arrow, and draws it back. She knelt down to steady her aim and, after a long moment of dead silence, called out to the intruder in her thickened accent. "Who's there?!? Show yourself! I will release this arrow through your skull should you attempt to draw a weapon!"
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Post by Qastrel on Jan 11, 2024 10:23:50 GMT -5
Qastrel knelt to the ground, lifting the dirt up to her miniscule nose. The smell was familiar. Elf. She'd been hunting for Chthoni in these parts for days, now. There was at one point, Chthoni here, that was for sure. But where? She'd been looking for days, yet the traces she'd found so far, were footprints, and a dead Chthonian. She rose from her stance, leaping once again into a sprint. She did not have kind things to say about elves, save for Rinntoki. She would scare them off, and continue her search.
She saw a shadow moving down a dried out river bed. From where she was running, she was elevated slightly above the figure. Her sprint caused her to carelessly step across a branch, causing a loud crack! that echoed through the forest. She leaped up, diving onto the figure, rolling through the mud and ending up ontop of her, knife pressed to the elf's neck. "State your name, Istik1, or pray I don't take your tongue." She hissed, through gritted teeth, the Chthoni's yellowed fangs clear to the elf.
To Elvira, this woman's appearance would've probably been completely foreign to her. Pocked skin, with a black and yellow pattern that wrapped around her shoulders. There was a pale fire in her eyes, however... a hint of fear, as well, one not dissimilar to a prey animal fighting for it's life.
1Foreigner.
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Post by Elvira, Wandering Cleric on Jan 19, 2024 20:11:07 GMT -5
The cleric lets out a grunt as the wind is taken out of her. Staring up at the Chthoni's skin, hair, and eyes, she was... stunned. She had never seen such a creature. Of course, she had bigger issues, namely the fact that this creature had a blade to her throat.
With a heaving shove, she manages to push the woman off of her. She quickly gets up and draws her scimitar, a large shining steel blade with a long black handle. Carefully, she holds her position and tries to ease the situation. "My name is Elvira, Wandering Cleric from the Temple of the Moon. I mean no harm, as I only wish to pass through. Unfortunately, I have been attacked multiple times already thus warranting my earlier action of drawing a weapon. If you let me pass, however, I will bless your journeys. Perhaps, we can even find companionship once we set aside the weapons."
Her voice was confident but, in truth, she was terrified. This... thing. It had overpowered her with ease. Deadly thoughts raced through her head. She might just be able to use magic to win against the woman, but she seriously hoped that it would not come to blows. Still, she steadies her blade with both hands and places herself in a defensive guard.
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Post by Qastrel on Jan 21, 2024 1:09:36 GMT -5
As she stumbles back, she raises her blade to face the elf, hissing. "Your blessings mean nothing to me, Istik1. I have been following the trail of other Chthoni for days now. And here, when I finally pick up another trail, I find a kainyank2 elf, baring her arms in the direction the trail was headed. Speak the truth, k'chakhi3. Who are you really?" She twists her blade in her hands, making it more obvious, she was more afraid than she let on, a cornered predator.
She growls, looking behind the woman. There was no Chthoni as far as she could see, and her footsteps were fresh. She'd not been there long. Qastrel sighs, lowering her knife. She curses under her breath, looking around at the forest, before stepping forward, cautiously, sniffing the air around her. There was no scent of Chthoni blood. "You tell the truth, don't you?" Qastrel stunk of the forest, however, there was a faint familiarity to her clothes, leather craftmanship from Moonglade, clearly. "I am Qastrel. Chthoni warrior. I have been trying to fnd other Chthoni in this area, but... all I've found is bodies of ghaik4, and their horrid machinery." She hissed, more with desperation than anything else.
1Foreigner. 2Derogatory term. 3Idiot. 4Chthonian.
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Post by Elvira, Wandering Cleric on Jan 22, 2024 3:11:27 GMT -5
Preparing for another attack, the elf steels herself in the face of the Chthoni. Fortunately, the strange woman lowered her blade. With a sigh, Elvira lowers hers as well, placing it back in the ornate scabbard it had been pulled from. Shaking her head, she lowers the hood of her robes. Underneath was flowing silvery hair with dark gray streaks throughout. Her skin was pale, save for the darkened purple that flowed like smoke on what could be seen of her neck. Her eyes were an intense blue, seeming to pierce through the woman's soul as she inspected her once more.
"I have merely heard stories of your kind, so forgive me for any ignorance I present. However, I hear your troubles and I offer you a caring hand. Have you eaten? I carry enough supplies to share in case the need arises. I was thinking of stopping soon anyways, but wanted to try to get out of Deadwood first. With you around, perhaps the need to escape isn't so great. I leave the decision up to you, of course. I am not going to hold you hostage." She offers a smile, perhaps not the most genuine but there was care behind it.
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Post by Qastrel on Feb 1, 2024 16:02:25 GMT -5
She sighs. She didn't like elves. But, in the current situation, any company would be better than none. She was running in circles, after all. And in a dangerous place, as well. "Fine then. You will venture with me. I hope you are as agreeable as zhak vo'n'fynh duj1. I doubt it. Rinn has been the exception, to your kind." She seemed to be talking more to herself, thinking out loud. She sheathes her blade, cleanly sliding it into it's leather cover. She seems slightly annoyed, accompanying an elf. But at least in the event of a ghaik2, she would have an extra hand to help her.
She leads the elf along the trail, ears twitching at every slight motion or sound in the treeline. She wondered if she should make small talk, or if she should stay quiet, and focus on protecting her new companion. Upon coming to a clearing in the forest, she looks up to the sky, growling. "It will be dark soon, we should stay here. I prefer being the hunter, not doing the hunting." She says, oddly chuckling to herself. This humorless, violent creature, had just told a joke? How peculiar. The Chthoni began gathering up twigs and rocks, preparing to build a small fire.
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Post by Elvira, Wandering Cleric on Feb 21, 2024 12:42:20 GMT -5
There was a twinge of annoyance across her face, at least until she heard that name. Rinn. A soft blush covered her face as she remembered the moment shared, the kiss she placed to his lips, but she didn't face Qastrel so it wouldn't have been seen by the Chthoni. At least not until she looked over her shoulder. It might have been worse if she knew the translations of those words.
Elvira wasn't normally one for stopping in the dark, but this woman seemed rather bothered by what could be in the night and the elf was a bit hungry, so she opted to begin to unpack. A cooking fire was built rather quickly and with the small pans and flasks of oil that she carried, she began to cook two rabbits over the fire. A bit of an awkward silence took over the camp before Elvira would finally speak. "Rinn. You spoke his name so casually, and I must ask, how do you know of Rinntoki?"
Without so much as glancing at Qastrel, she somehow seemed... concerned. Something was bugging her, something about the context in which she had spoke of the man. Perhaps it was nothing. Perhaps...
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