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Post by Raz on Mar 8, 2017 2:34:46 GMT
The night was dark and full of terrors. The wind howled like a banshee outside of a small cottage on the northern coast of France. The inside of the cottage was quaint. There was a hearth with a small fire burning, a small two person table off in the corner, and a bed. An old man with thinning grey hair sat on a bench with his hands hovering near the flames. His guests did the same. "I remember it all." He murmured. "The gates appearing and the world becoming transfixed by them. We all wanted to know what was going on, was it a sign from God? No one knew what was going to happen. How could we?" He said while gazing into the dancing flames. "I remember being woken up to the sounds of screams even in my quarters. I glanced outside and saw what was happening. Paris was ablaze. The walls were breached and an army of giant men and beasts of all sizes streamed through the hole in the defences. I couldn't believe my eyes as I saw what was happening. Our soldiers bless their souls tried to organize some kind of defence of the palace, they fired a volley of bolts and musket balls at them. It surprised them but not for very long, once they had finished stepping over their dead they were upon the poor gunners. The way those wolves simply tore men in half with their claws... I survived only because my cousin Charles managed to find a way out of the city for us." He was quiet for some time as he stared into the flames, reliving the nightmare made real over and over again. "If it were truly a sign from God,it was that he had abandoned us."
~~ Louis the twelfth, Rightful King of France.
The year is 1500, 22 years after the invasion of Earth by Ankari forces. This is the beta build of this RP as of now.
To those of you currently listed in playing: Jacky, Wrecker. Please create an opening scene for your character. Jacky this would mean during or just before the revolt and Wrecker this would mean just before the flight.
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Mar 8, 2017 19:54:37 GMT
Lyvyne is preparing for her flight mission, the first courier mission she has ever been given. The message she was handed is of high importance, a letter from their home world regarding progress with combating the parasitic entity plaguing her people and the Ankari. The effort put into it has been a long and grueling process but this letter could hold key information in progress. The Avalon have lost many tribes to it's unrelenting force, some good news would be a relief to all of them. Lyvyne has been trusted with carrying this letter to a main Ankari settlement in America. The first courier delivered it to her tribe in London and being the strongest and fastest flyer, she was first to be offered the task, which is accepted without a second thought.
Her family, the Strongwing, were given their surname for their long family line of some of the best flyers in the tribe. This proud heritage has made them important and respected figures among their people and Lyvyne is bringing honour and pride to the family and the whole tribe for accepting this mission as their finest choice. Her family help her preparations for the long flight. Her mother grooms the feathers on her wings, they believe the health of them are vital for a good flight. Avalons do not usually wear clothing other than fabric wraps around the waist and the added wrap around the breasts for the females, but Lyvyne one that wraps her from her chest down to her thighs of black colours and hugs her body, the usual attire of scouts and messengers. Her two brothers apply body paint to her cheeks, forehead and arms. These markings act as protection provided by their Gods, to keep them safe during the perilous journey. Finally, her father places a necklace onto her, which is rumoured to be a sign to other tribes that Lyvyne is of great importance right now and welcomes any aid they can provide to her journey. Her whole family want her to do well on this mission as well as keep her safe. They would rather she returns back completely unharmed than push herself to finish the delivery as fast as possible.
Once the preparations are complete, her father gestures to have a moment alone with Lyvyne. Her mother and brothers bow slightly to the both of them and leave the structure in the tree they call their home. The father is always the head of the family and their requests are treated as orders and must be obeyed out of respect. Once alone, Her father rests his hands on her shoulders and smiles. "You have already made our family proud with accepting this task with grace. You will bring us more pride with a safe return." He says to her in their native language, hinting that her life is much more important to him and the family than the completion of the mission, highly protective of her wellbeing. "Remember that if you feel the need to rest, find the closest tribe of Avalon in your path. Avoid any other at all costs, especially humans." He warns. The Avalons have always been cautious to other species, especially humans due to their lack of knowledge of their culture and habits, feeling safety in their isolation. "Yes, father." Lyvyne says respectfully, bowing her head a little. Her father nods and the two touch foreheads, a way Avalon's show affection to family and loved ones. The two exit their home and ready to begin her duty.
As they exit to the center of their settlement, all the inhabitants have gathered there to see her off. They all bow to one knee, seeing Lyvyne as the person of highest importance here. Once on the center of the mass, she bows in return. She feels nervous having so many eyes upon her, this huge attention all focused on her, but she feels the same pride her family feel. She's has brought honour to them, and she hopes to continue doing so when she comes back accomplishing this task. Bidding farewell to her family and her people, she takes to the skies. Wings spread wide amd majestically, she moves high in the air at impressive speeds, closing her eyes as she feels the wind kiss her skin and feathers. The feeling of flight fills her veins full of adrenaline and her body feels free from the earth that was below her feet only seconds ago... Destination in mind, she flies into that direction with great speed.
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Post by Raz on Mar 10, 2017 15:19:03 GMT
The Hunter flits through the trees keeping an eye out for his prey. He'd been waiting for her or one like her for days now. The word from the resistance was that couriers took this path to a land beyond the great sea. They flew from their infernal portal in London to their outpost in Orkney. From there it was just a matter of hopping from Iceland to Greenland and then wherever else they were going. He intended to make this trip a short one. He made no bones about killing the courier, just as they made no bones about killing his Bonnie. The Hunter was beginning to show his age , his rough cut stubble was beginning to show fleks of grey. His blue eyes carried a coldness to them that only those who were there during the invasion understand.
He pulled back his green hood and retrieved an arrow from his quiver. He had used the feathers from a crow when he was fletching. Many others in the area used them so chances were good he wouldn't get caught. The arrowhead was made of iron and had wicked looking serrated edges. He chuckled darkly remembering how the crown had banned the use of serrated arrowheads in warfare after seeing what they did when torn out of the body. He had been of the same opinion about the nasty instruments of war up. That was until he watched a kveldulf tear a man's face off, his dying screams turned to gurgles as the beast eviscerated him. He could still see the mess of blood, bone, and flesh when he closed his eyes. He could still feel the warm blood of his friends and comrades coat him as those beasts descended upon them. He could still remember the urine running down his leg while he stood in abject terror of what he witnessed. The only thing he can't remember is how he survived, perhaps the beast took pity on him and let him live. Who can say? At first he truly believed they were demons sent from hell until he planted an arrow in one of the wolfmen's neck. The beast bled and died just the same as his friends did.
He remembered the combination of rage and twisted satisfaction that filled him as he took in look of utter surprise on the wolf's face before it died. That same bloodlust filled him now as his eyes scanned the horizon. The sun was beginning set, it's light fighting vainly against the encroaching darkness. He spotted a shape off in the distance slowly getting closer. He knocked his arrow and kept his eyes fixated on the beast. He waited until he could hear the wing beats of the creature before he pulled back the string. He growled, "This is for my Bonnie you speck eyed c-nt." He said before releasing the arrow. The young Avalon saw the flicker of movement below and took action far too late. She had been gliding just a bit above the treetops in hopes to conserve energy. Sadly this ensured she wouldn't have time to move away. The arrow struck her in the joint of her left wing.
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Mar 10, 2017 22:26:34 GMT
Lyvyne's keen eyes sees the glint of the arrows reflecting the light of the sun. She is surprised but her reflexes are sharp and she immediately tries to swerve away from it's path. Unfortunately, she was flying low, just above the treeline which didn't give her enough time to get out of the way completely. The arrow aimed for her heart, hits her in the left joint of her wings. She screams in agony. She's never been attacked before, the most she has been hurt is cutting her hand when foraging in her woods. The pain of the arrowhead piercing her flesh is horrendous, unbearable. While her right wing desperately flapped to gain altitude, her left ceased up and unable to move at all. Falling to the ground fast, she collides with branches of the trees on the way down. They scratch and bruise her skin until her fall meets an aprupt end against the hard ground, the last thing she feels before blacking out is something in her torso snapping. She lays unconscious on the floor with her wings spread open wide, twigs and leaves tangled in her feathers.
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Post by Raz on Mar 11, 2017 14:18:02 GMT
He had already knocked another arrow before the Avalon had slammed into the trees. He heard the thump off to his left where she landed. He moves with haste through the brush to his incapacitated target. She lay sprawled out in on the forest floor, broken branches all around show she didn't have a soft landing. Her left wing was bent at an unnatural angle with only an inch of the now broken arrow sticking out of her. Blood was beginning to darken her feathers. Noticing that she remained face down he places his arrow back in his quiver. He removes a hunting knife from his belt and goes to work removing the message inside of the satchel. He searched her for anything else but didn't find much else. Having pocketed the parchment he reached down and placed the blade of his knife against her throat. "Goodbye, monster." He said just before hearing an excited voice off in the distance. The Hunter growled and legged it before the boy saw him. He disappeared into the forest just as a young man perhaps 19 years old ran into the clearing.
"Hey!! Are you alright?!" He said as he rushed over to what looked like an angel had fallen. He kneeled beside the wounded creature, his eyes moving from the feathers on her head to the blood covered feathers of her wings. He had never seen an Avalon before. Everyone talked about the demons that attacked Edinburgh and London years ago but never had they made their way up here. His mind raced as he thought about what he should do. Figuring her couldn't just leave her he lifted her up into his arms. He was surprised by how light she was. As he was walking her to his village he noticed she was beginning to stir. "Ma'am, please don't move. We're almost to the village. We'll get help for you."
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Post by jackygirl on Mar 12, 2017 18:35:51 GMT
Cliff swung his pick again shattering another rock sifting through it he let out a quiet growl of frustration, no ore again, half-rations for him today. The bell rang signalling the end of the day’s work and the slaves tramped to the mess. Those with ore handed it in for a bowl of soup to go with their bread the rest, Cliff included, had to live with the lump of hard black loaf and a cup full of water that was never quite enough to wash the bread down. Cliff took a seat at one of the tables gnawing at the bread. His back and arms ached they were worked from dusk till dawn without breaks if you collapsed they whipped you till you got back to work he’d seen more than a few others whipped to death and his own back bore the scars from when he’d collapsed on his first day. He’d never fallen again; he was a Child of the Ebony Mountain to fail once was expected, to fail twice was acceptable, to fail a third time was a disgrace.
As Cliff ate he was joined by Blackfur, One-Eye and Clicker. They’d all had other names once but slaves were forbidden from speaking their old names on threat of death so they’d been given mine-names. Other slaves subtly took positions at tables around the four to block the guards from seeing them. The four of them together were the ringleaders for what was to come. “You feeling tired pup?” Sneered Blackfur the only other Child of the Mountain in the mine. Their clan had always been held in high regard by the other Kvelduf for their unique fur which was pure black so when she’d arrived her mine name had become Blackfur and she’d quickly risen to become the unofficial leader of the Kvelduf who made up most of the workers in the mine. Blackfur was almost seventy and had never much liked Cliff seeing him as an “arrogant pup” but she wanted out of here as bad as the rest of them.
Clicker made her usual clicking sound before saying. “We are close now Blackfur. We shall all need our strength.” Nobody knew much about Clicker but the Avalon practically worshipped her. The Avalon didn’t mine like the others instead they worked in the kitchens or carried messages for the guards.
One-eye nodded “All my people will stand with us what about yours?” One-Eye spoke for the humans. Apparently he’d been some kind of leader in the “resistance” a force fighting the Ankari on the other side of the Gate, he never spoke of how he lost his eye. There were very few humans in the mine but Cliff didn’t need them for their numbers he needed them for their knowledge of the other side of the gate.
“*Click-click* Of the 300 of my people full 180 trusted feathers have been recruited.” Replied Clicker. “*Click-click* Many more will join the true-flock when the time comes but cannot be trusted with foreknowledge lest they betray us.” Clicker’s strange cult was a source of constant question amongst the other species but the Avalon never talked about it to outsiders. “*Click-click* And what of you Blackfur?” Blackfur spat. “Out of 2000 I’ve got 800 males and females ready to rip those Ankari apart.” She growled. “We found one snitch but he had an ‘accident’ before he could tell the guards, there will be others but far more will fight with us once they smell blood.” Inwardly Cliff snorted. Red-nose hadn’t been a snitch he’d been a pacifist but to an old-style Kvelduf like Blackfur that was worse. Blackfur still longed for the days when the Children of the Mountain had raided the Ankari farmlands at whim taking what they wanted and killing who they wished. Those days had been before the coming of the parasites, before the Kvelduf chiefs had all finally ended their guerrilla war and bent the knee to the Ankari to join against the common foe. Maybe Blackfur was right thought Cliff as he looked around at the scarred Kvelduf in the mine. Better to die fighting then live like this.
“We go tomorrow.” Cliff said. The others looked at him in quickly disguised shock. “We need more time!” One-eye whispered urgently. “We’re still unsure about too many things.” Cliff shook his head. “The next convoy’s going through gate in two days in four days a regiment is going to be posted here fresh from putting down rebels on the other side of the gates.” One-eye let out a low growl at that. “They won’t be like the guards around here.” Cliff gestured to the lazy guards bored and ill-disciplined despite the Overseer’s best efforts. “You hear this from your bitch pup?” Spat Blackfur. Cliff simply nodded. All of the guards were Ankari but one of them had a thing for Kvelduf and Cliff was good-looking despite the scars he’d got from his time as a Bladebreaker in the army. She thought he shared her bed for extra-food but really it was the information gleaned from her pillow-talk that had allowed Cliff to begin this conspiracy. Blackfur hated the idea of a Kvelduf sleeping with an Ankari but she recognised the necessity. “Tomorrow then.” Sighed One-eye. Clicker nodded in agreement. “Soon the feathers shall rise and our chains shall fall.” The bell sounded for the end of mealtime and the slaves went to their bunks.
(OOC: Do you want to take control of the Overseer Raz and describe where she is on the next day?)
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Post by Raz on Mar 14, 2017 15:40:12 GMT
The Hell's Mouth mining complex is a prison camp in the northern reaches of the Tibelan continent. It resides at the base of the Everfrost mountains. The complex consists of multiple half walled in settlements. A twenty meter high stone wall encloses the mining camp. The walls are constantly staffed by an Ankari guard division, each armed with heavy crossbows, capable of piercing through even a Kveldulf's sternum with little effort. What also dots the walls are ballistae pointed in towards the mining camp. Seldom have the great weapons need to be used, but on occasion when a Helldiver fails to meet their quota, the Overseer lets the men have a bit of target practice.
At the center of the crescent wall is a gate that leads out of the camp and towards the mining town of Dul'gathul. This town is primarily used as a barracks by the guards of the complex. Though, other potential miners have also moved into the area in search of iron and malacite. The town has grown in recent months with a general store and other traders moving north. Originally the town was used solely as a icilium transport hub so the portal was kept smaller and less costly. However with the boom in growth the provincial governor saw fit to devote more resources to the portal. So, there it now resides in the centre of town with traders coming and going from both Earth, the Empire and everywhere in between.
Today high overseer Abella walks upon the wall, surveying the camp. A thin layer of snow rested upon the cold black stones of the wall. This was to be her last few days at this camp. Her highly decorated career had led her to this miserable little hole as she grew too old to keep up with the new generation of ambitious officers. She had been responsible for the breaking of the fortress city of Constantinople. She had been wreathed in glory and fame for it but as the years dragged on more and more people forgot of her past triumphs. She stood with her hands behind her back and remembered how she embarrassed herself at a royal ball and end up being sent away to this place. She chuckled to herself, "I hated this place when I first got here." She said as she watched a group of Kveldulf slaves bring carts of iciliun forth. "Between the cold, the choking black clouds of smoke that flowed out of the mine, and a near constant feeling that one of the slaves was going to try murder me. I can't really say I can blame myself. But, " she murmured, "I think I'm going to miss this place." She said thinking of what she's been able to accomplish by being here. It's flourishing and she's managed to claw back the respect that she'd lost.
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Mar 14, 2017 18:21:36 GMT
Lyvyne's eyes flutter slightly to see that she is low to the ground, but her feet do not touch it, in fact her wings aren't even moving to keep her levitating, it is a strange sensation. She hears a voice, it speaks strange and foreign words she couldn't even begin to understand. She tries to look around weakly for the voice and her eyes befall upon an alien face that I neither Avalon or Ankari. She gasps in shock and through reflex, she spreads her good wing wide, causing the young human to drop her. She yelps in pain a she lands on her injured side, sending sharp pains though body and causes her stomach to do a somersault and her head to feel light.
For a moment she forgets about the human as she shakily pushes herself up to her knees. She looks back up To see the thing crouching, it speaks again in their funny language. She scrambles a few feet away before attempting to spread her wings and flee. Her bad wing spasms and locks up as Lyvyne sucks in a sharp breath. The pain of the arrowhead still embedded inside forces her to bring in her wings once more, though injured one droops lifelessly and leaking fresh blood. She drags herself further away from the alien thing near her and puts a tree between her and it. She cowers behind it, pressing her body against it for protection as her eyes watch this alien's movements. She has never been so frightened in her life. Her father told her to only interact with Ankari or Avalon, to avoid all other species and here is one she has never seen before. She can't run, she is far too injured. Should she scare it off? Fight it? Beg for her life? She makes herself small behind the tree and whispers a prayer to her ancestors for safety, waiting in apphrension for her fate.
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Post by jackygirl on Mar 14, 2017 18:51:05 GMT
The smell of Sulphur made Cliff’s nose twitch. Today he was on Helldiver duty. Those prisoners with military backgrounds tended to be chosen as Helldivers it gave them better odds of surviving and therefore bringing back the Ankari’s precious bloody icillun. Although even training and discipline didn’t give Helldivers much of a chance many were lost to rockfalls or the creatures that lurked in the depths and even more were executed for failing to return with enough ore.
The six other members his helldiver team tramped after Cliff as they headed towards the platform. The helldiving insertion point was in a large cavernous off-shoot from one of the main mine shafts to be closer to the deep-underground magma flows where ore was most likely to be found. As they approached the platform one of the guards cracked his whip. “Come on mutts! That hole won’t fill itself!” He yelled to sniggers from the other guards. Normally Cliff would have ignored him but today he stopped. He looked around the cavern at the guards, at the platform and at the Kvelduf crew working the winch. One of the Kvelduf on the crew, named Big-Back for his prodigious side slightly nodded. “You first sir.” Snarled Cliff. Before any of the guards had time to react Cliff grabbed the Ankari and threw him down the hole in one swift motion. The scream went on for a long-time but the other guards didn’t live long enough to hear the end of it as the Kvelduf fell upon them, Big-Back completely ripping the head off a guard who tried to make a dash for the alarm-bell.
Other Kvelduf might have immediately frenzied at the stench of blood but the helldiver crew remembered their military discipline and kept themselves under control following Cliff’s hand-signals to arm themselves, Cliff himself picked up a short-sword feeling the reassuring weight in his hand. Cliff took a deep-breath once they left this cave they wouldn’t have time to rest again. They waited quietly for what seemed like hours the corpses of the guards cooling around them. Then the bell for noon struck. Bursting from the cave the Kvelduf fell upon the guards in the mine as a silent disciplined pack. As the first guards fell a howl began from the other prisoners rising in volume and ferocity as slaves turned on their tormentors some with picks or shivs but most with claw and fang. The mine was now in pandemonium even those Kvelduf who’d know what was coming seeming to forget the plan but Cliff noted with pride that his helldivers were still following close on his heels. He let loose a long echoing howl and gestured to mine’s exit. The rest of the prisoners gained back some sense and streamed from the mine red-stained maws opened wide snarling as they escaped their hell.
As they exited Cliff couldn’t help but smile as the volley of bolts he’d been fearing didn’t come. Looking up he heard the Avalon screeching as they dive-bombed the guards on the wall not killing many but preventing them from easily being able to reload and aim their crossbows and ballista. It wasn’t completely effective he realised as a ballista bolt pinned a female Kvelduf just a metre from him and others begin to fall to crossbows. Rushing for the walls Big-back began to batter down the door to one of the guard-houses while Cliff fixed his eyes on one of the murder holes a good way up the wall. Time to show how he’d got his nickname. Cliff ran straight at the wall before jumping and jamming his claws into a couple of gaps. Faster than could be believed he skittered up the wall finding hand and footholds were no one else would be able to see any. Entering the building through the hole he found a squad of panicking guards trying to form a spear-wall in front of the door. He fell upon them from above scattering them in a blur of claws and fangs just as Big-back broke the door and the other helldivers followed him through slaughtering the guards from two directions.
The plan was going well so far even now in the other camps similar events would be taking place but One-eye would have the most important job of all. The revolt had three advantages; numbers, desperation and most importantly surprise but if the Overseer could rally her troops then their superior equipment and fortifications would bleed the revolt heavily. Therefore as planned One-eye and his humans should even now be attacking the Overseer to kill her before she could organise a defence.
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Post by Raz on Mar 14, 2017 21:27:57 GMT
"You must stay still Ms, else I might-ah!" He exclaimed as he felt her push away from him with her wing. He didn't expect the sudden shove so he didn't manage to keep his hold on the young Avalon. She fell in a heap at his feet, "I'm sorry, you surprised me. Are you alright?" He said as he crouched down beside the Avalon. He reached out for her as she skittered away from him, fear evident in her eyes. He felt horrible for her, she must not be able to understand. She tried to get into the air once more but her maimed wing kept her grounded.
Not knowing what else to do she hid behind a small tree and began chattering away quietly in her foreign tongue. He sighed and walked around the tree to face her once more, he kneeled down before her, "Wing." He said slowly and pointed towards her bloody wing. "Need to fix that. I'm not dangerous." He said and slowly held both hands out towards her palms up. "I saw you get shot down." He said miming her being shot by something from the ground and falling from the sky with his fingers.
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Mar 14, 2017 22:08:27 GMT
Lyvyne crawls backwards as the strange creature walked around the tree and remains crouching, keeping them two feet apart. It speaks in their foreign language again, but this time they make large but slow gestures. Her face twists in confusion and she cocks her head to the side, this creature didn't seem like a predator... perhaps it wasn't carrying her off to it's nest for a meal... She studies it carefully as it continues it's weird dance... It looks very similar to an Avalon but it has blunt fleshy fingers, no claws at all... it's legs are the same, weird stubby and flat... things. No talons. How would it hunt for food with no natural weapon? Their feathers upon their head are incredibly thin and stringy, they hang limply down like her own there must be hundreds on it's head, maybe thousands! The biggest thing that baffles her is it has no wings. Does travel on foot all the time? That must be tiring. Lyvyne always feels tired when flying long distances so travelling that far on foot must be exhausting.
Her fear begins to subside a little when she sees it isn't making any attempt to harm her, her shoulders relax and her features soften slightly. She remains on guard just incase... She decides to pay close attention to it's gestures... she looks at her wing it's pointing to, It's bloody and there seems to be something inside of it she hadn't noticed until now, it must be what's causing the pain! If she could remove it and then use herbal healing upon it, she could continue her journey, she reaches her hands towards it to pull it out but the flightless Avalon speaks a little more urgently, snapping her attention back to it. It shakes it's head vigorously, her father does that whenever her or her siblings did something they should not. It hasn't attempted to harm her yet so maybe listening to it for now would be wise and moves her hands away from it, even if it is just to be it happy. She wouldn't want to get it angry and it lunges for her in her wounded state. It makes more gestures, it looks similar to falling... it's her! The flightless Avalon is referring to her falling from the sky! She feels proud of herself for understanding! Maybe it would like to help then? Avalons are known to always aid one another when injured, it could be that! But could she trust it? These kind of Avalons may have different cultures from her... she should be careful. She really wants to satisfy her curiosity and get a closer look at it's blunt limbs, but her adrenaline is wearing off and the pain is getting very uncomfortable. She should go with it for now, She doesn't have any other choice. She will at least give her name. It has been chattering away and she hasn't said a single word, it would only be polite to give something in return. She speaks very slowly and articulates her letters, so it can understand. She places both hands on her chest as gesture for herself. "L.. Lyvyne... Lieeee... viiiiiineeee." She hopes she was clear enough to it. Despite a slight shake to it, her voice remains soft, her mother used to say how sweet it sounded to the ears.
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Post by Raz on Mar 14, 2017 22:17:44 GMT
"High Overseer!" The voice took her from her trip down memory lane. She frowned as she heard it again coming closer, "High Overseer we have a problem!!!" Came the shouted voice of one of her men. She looked to her left to see one of her overseers rushing towards her from just a little way down the wall. His already pale skin looked practically transparent as he reached her, panting with beads of sweat rolling down his forehead. "The prisoners- they're revolting!" He said just as she heard a low keening howl beginning to grow in intensity from deep in the mining camp. She smirked as she watched the horde of prisoners beginning to rise up. "Seems they're sending me off in style." She muttered before glancing back to her overseer. "Give the men the order to open fire on all who approach the wall." He nodded and rushed off down the wall getting the Ankari up at arms. She removed her crossbow from her back and took aim at a large Kveldulf with light brown fur.
Led the beast a bit before pulling the trigger. A moment later the Kveldulf was tossed back, into the mud, it's claws reaching towards its shredded throat. She nodded with satisfaction as other overseers were beginning to open fire. Avalon, Ankari, human, Kveldulf, everyone who approached the walls were being fired upon. She watched as one balista bolt skewered a Kveldulf in place, their features twisted in surprise at the four meter long bolt sprouting from their stomach.
She had just finished reloading when she realized not nearly as much fire was being brought upon the prisoners as there should be. She glanced about and saw that the Avalons were striking at her archers. They weren't very effective she noted as she watched one of her men grab hold of one particularly brave Avalon and simply tear its skull from its body. However they were keeping her men distracted from the actual threat below. They also nearly kept her distracted from the approaching threat as well. She turned and fired just in time to catch an Avalon carrying a human to the top of the walls. She heard him scream as he fell to the ground below. Others quickly followed him towards High Overseer Abella. She scowled and removed her blade from its sheath. She took a step back from the parapet and swung as another human was released high enough to get onto the wall.
The blade cleaved him in two. Fountains of blood and Gore gushed out of the human at her feet as near a dozen other humans jumped at the same time. They tried to strike at her in unison only for two of them to find themselves without their sword hand any longer. Her longsword coupled with the reach of her arms put the humans at a disadvantage given their shivs and shortswords. She let the prisoners come to her, one lunged at her, his arm outstretched towards her. She sidestepped his lunge and brought her blade down on his neck. His head rolled off the wall as his head spewed fourth more blood.
The next attacked with his companion, the first human slashed downwards at her only for her to parry the blow with her blade. She kicked him into his charging friend which quickly ended his charge. She followed through by planting her longsword through them both. The second to last man tried half heartedly to defend himself from her next strike to no avail. She pushed past his attempt to parry and sliced through his belly. Before he could even collapse she was pushing him off to the side so she could finish this fight.
Opposing her was a now terrified one eyed human male. She walked towards him, her entire body was awash in crimson. She towered over him, he tried desperately to stab her with his short knife but her left hand shot out to take hold of his wrist. She twisted and with a wicked snap he released his hold on the blade and cried out in pain. "Your rebellion is over." She ground out, she released and watched as he took hold of his shattered wrist. "Tell the rest." She said before kicking him off the wall.
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Post by Raz on Mar 14, 2017 23:33:01 GMT
The young man watched as the Avalon reached for the piece of wood still sticking out of her wing joint."Stop!" He said which give the Avalon pause for a moment. He sighed and ran a hand through his greasy black hair. "My father will need to take a look at that. But I can't have you going and making it worse." He paused as she placed both hands against her chest and spoke her name. "Lyvyne? That's your name?" He asked with a raised brow. Seeing that they may now have a way to communicate at least a bit. He places his hand against his chest and repeats his name, "Desmond." He says, curious is she understood.
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Mar 14, 2017 23:46:34 GMT
"D.. Des.. Desmond?" She repeats, sounding like a question and looks at the newly named Flightless Avalon. Relief washes over her. She was very lucky she found one of her own kind, even if they looked very odd. A predator could have easily plucked her up or worse, the person who shot her down... She attempts to stand up, but her adrenaline is gone and suddenly collapses to her knees, she is far too injured to support her own weight and she has lost at least a pint of blood now. She remembered her father's words to choose safety over duty and the only way to be sure she didn't harm herself any further was to remain in place. She shoulders slump in defeat, she looks up to Desmond, perhaps he will have an idea to aid her?
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Post by Raz on Mar 15, 2017 1:45:11 GMT
He grinned excitedly when she said his name. "Aha, at last some progress. Yes, me Desmond." He said pointing at himself, "You Lyvyne." He said gesturing to the wounded Avalon. He pointed back towards the direction he was carrying her in before. "There, go." He felt only a little ridiculous speaking like a fool. He stood up and watched her try to do the same. Unfortunately the pain in her wing seemed to be crippling her. "Seems there's nothing for it then," he put his left arm under her knees and his right arm just under her shoulder blades and lifted her up, bridal style. She felt so fragile in his hands with how little she seemed to weigh.
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Post by jackygirl on Mar 15, 2017 8:37:40 GMT
For the second time that day Cliff heard the long scream of a man falling as he came onto the roof of the guard house where a iron reinforced gate would lead him to the entryway of the whole complex so close to escape. This time however the scream was heading towards him not away. A blur flew past him splatting on the ground below looking down at it Cliff recognised One-eye’s distinctive patch. Cliff turned upwards and a shiver ran through him as he met the eyes of the Overseer well they were fucked now. “Big-back!” He yelled. “Get the gate open!” Big-back had grabbed a two-handed warhammer from the armoury (though in his case it could easily be wielded one-handed). He began to bash on the door, it vibrated with each hit and started to splinter. The crossbow fire became more regular as the Avalon fled a large group of them following Clicker west to her “promised-roost”. Cliff couldn’t say he blamed Clicker much the fact that the Avalon had even stuck around this long instead of just flying off was a blessing but it meant trouble for the revolt.
The door finally shattered and Cliff and his helldivers rushed through expecting a fight but found only the site of a massacre. Blackfur stood the in the massive hall her fur red with blood around her the corspes of the guards who’d been holding the final gate but also many, many more Kvelduf lyin dead on the ground. “You’re late pup.” Growled Blackfur swaying slightly on her feet. “One-eye is dead and Clicker is gone the Overseer lives.” Stated Cliff noting the two crossbow bolts sticking from Blackfur and the multiple stab wounds on her body. “Pah, never send a human to do a Kvelduf’s job.” Blackfur spat. “It’s all gone to shit pup we’re all either dead or frenzied some have been without meat so long they’ve broken into the food stores and are so busy feasting they don’t seem to care if they die.” Cliff grimaced Kvelduf without meat was a creature in pain his helldivers had the discipline to endure it but the others? He’d seen some even resorting to eating the dead guards. “We’re fucked pup if the Overseer was dead we’d have time to get the fucks back in line while the guards shat themselves blind but if she’s alive they’re going to be coming for all of us too quick.” As if to underline her point Cliff heard yelled orders and the clash of swords from the camps.
“No time for that now.” Cliff said. “We’re getting out we tried but the rest have dug their own grave.” Blackfur nodded grimly in agreement. “You’re right pup those stupid mutts should have listened to me.” There were few insults more offensive to a Kvelduf then mutt. “You get your pack out.” Cliff blinked at her. “What about you?” Blackfur growled at him. “Don’t be stupid pup I’m already dead.” She gestured to her wounds. “Those who’ll slow the pack down get left behind you know our way.” She lay down on her side and pulled a couple of corpses up around her to hide her. “I’m gonna wait here and when that bitch Overseer comes by I’m going to rip her throat out.” Cliff nodded in respect he may not have liked Blackfur but she was as hard as Kvelduf came. “Live strong, die bloody Blackfur.” He said echoed by his helldivers. Blackfur chuckled. “I ain’t a slave anymore pup, the name’s Svilda.” Cliff clapsed her claw-to-claw. “Farewell Svilda.” He and his helldivers left Hell’s Mouth for good without looking back.
They headed for the mountain it wasn’t the Ebony Mountain but Cliff knew how to hide on it and they only needed to stay hidden for a full day and night before the second part of the escape could be put into motion.
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Post by Raz on Mar 15, 2017 18:27:17 GMT
Overseer Abella stepped over to the edge and gazed over to see the mess she had made at the base of the wall. Instead of seeing the broken human body she saw the form of a Kveldulf climbing onto the guard house. His eyes met hers, what was once confidence turned to fear as the beast realized their plan had failed. The corners of her mouth twitched upwards into a sadistic grin. She watched with satisfaction as he bolted out of her sight. Crossbow bolts sliced through the air only to clatter off the roofs shingles. She looked toward the source of the fire and saw that many of the guards on top of the wall were beating back the Avalon. A call went out from one of the Avalon that quickly was taken up by others among the flock. As soon as the call went out the fight in them seemed to disappear as quickly as it had appeared. They disengaged and began to beat a hasty retreat to the west. In their wake they leave many dozens of butchered and mangled corpses of Avalons. Occasionally a flash of silver armour beneath beneath the corpses marks one of the few guards who'd been killed in the initial attack.
A cheer went up along the wall as the Avalon retreated. Their flight hurried on by a few crossbows bolts chasing their flight. A few of the bolts do manage to hit their target which results in a squawk as the creature plummets towards the frozen ground. The situation was the same all along the wall, blood covered Ankari were turning their fire back towards the inside of the camp. The steady rise twangs marked the crossbows being fired more consistently. The still rampaging Kveldulfs were being cut down as the fire intensified. The crews of the balista batteries were releasing bolt after bolt. Their targets were the wooden bunkhouses and mess hall that the prisoners were hiding within.
Adella watched all this with excitement. She hadn't had a proper fight like this is in years! She threw her head back and laughed. She reigned in her excitement and decided it was about time that things were settled. She looked towards the town off in the distance and saw that the garrison were already on their way here. She also noted that a pack of several Kveldulf had managed to burst out of the compound and were making their way towards the mountain. She scowled, "Run all you like, you will not escape me." She rounded up a few dozen guards who had ran out of targets and had them join her in her cleansing of the interior of the wall.
They reached a few pockets of other Ankari guards who had formed a killzone where anything that had tried getting up the stairs was riddled with bolts. "High overseer! What's the situation like out there?" One of the men asked, he was young, this was likely his first real battle. "Its under control Carolous. The main assault has been broken. Come with me we're removing the rest of these vermin." She said as she pressed further down the stairs.
Her men slew the occasional Human and Kveldulf they found with ruthless efficiency. She ordered for her men to cut off their heads as well to ensure they were well and truly dead When they reached a large room strewn with bodies of both Ankari and beast she selected a group of men to cut the throats of the Kveldulf corpses. "These wilely bastards like to play dead." She said as she kicked one in the face with her metal boot.
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Post by jackygirl on Mar 16, 2017 8:48:57 GMT
Blackfur waited silently her eyes closed until a pair of Ankari boots stopped right in front of her. Her eyes snapped open and she leapt up disembowelling the soldier with her claws. Her vision narrowed until all she could see was the Overseer's throat and she pounced pinning her to the floor and preparing to rip out the jugular vein.
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Mar 16, 2017 11:04:04 GMT
Lyvyne flinches back a bit as Desmond comes towards her, attempting get ahold of her. She is still on guard and didn't know what he was about to do, so her reflexes intervened. He leans away a little, she thinks he realised that the sudden movement startled her. After a few seconds and another few strange words, he goes in for a second time but much more gently and slowly. She's nervous, really nervous that he is getting close to touch her. But what else was she expecting? How could he help her move without giving physical support? She feels embarrassed for being too cautious and allows his fleshy blunt arms slip behind her shoulders and underneath her legs. She is the lifted up and he begins to carry her towards a direction he pointed towards during his gesture. She feels awkwardly uncomfortable and not just from her wounds. She hasn't been carried since she was a chick and feels far too large now to be carried this way. She is not exactly sure that wrapping her arms around his neck for extra support would be rude so she keeps them bunched up against her chest but her wings doesn't seem to be an obstruction for him when carrying her, since they are quite large when stretched out fully and since she can't bring in the one that is obviously hurt, it just hangs lazily, half folded and the tips of the feathers gently grazing against the ground. She keeps herself from looking at Desmond, just focusing ahead. They don't understand one another's languages yet, so she doesn't feel comfortable with his presence as of yet.
After some time, she sees something in the clearing. A collection of what look like houses or cottages and more flightless Avalons walking and doing tasks... This must be their tribe settlement! Strange, Avalons usually make their homes in within the forest or in the trees, not outside of them. It seems she has much to learn about the subspecies of her kin. She begins to feel all the more nervous again when a thought suddenly comes to her. This is their home, the way they are is normal to them and she will be the weird looking alien... she is worried that all eyes will be on her. She isn't usually shy, but these are people she has never encountered before, it changes everything. She takes a deep breath, there's no going back now.
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Post by Raz on Mar 16, 2017 21:07:20 GMT
A lesser overseer, one who's name escaped Abella, had joined the soldiers scattering around the room to finish any survivors. He had just stepped over to a pile of eviscerated Ankari guards when Abella caught the sudden flash of movement she'd been looking for. The overseer who had previously joined in the gory task stood in stark confusion as a beast shot up from the pile, it's claws having sliced cleanly through his midsection. He hadn't the time to even make a sound as the beast pushed past him. His body landed just as the black futures beast lunged for Abella.
Having seen the flash of movement she had just brought the point of her blade up to defend herself. Lucky thing to as the beast's full weight slammed into her not half of a second later. She released her blade as it sank to it's hilt in the beasts stomach and reached up to keep the beasts frothing blood and spittle covered jaws. Despite being impaled the beast continued to snap and claw at her. The beasts razor sharp claws dug into her exposed shoulders, she could feel them cut into her flesh. After what felt like an eternity long struggle she felt the beast be yanked off of her by her soldiers. They descended upon it with a ferocity that made her proud. Their armoured and unarmoured fists and boots fell on it again and again, only when one raised their blade did she command for them to halt."Stop, I said." She commanded as she got back go her feet and stared down at the restrained Kveldulf. She waved off the concern she could see on her men's faces. "I'm fine, but do not kill her. Not yet, break her hands and feet but ensure she does not die." That blade in her guts wouldn't kill her for a few more hours if left inside of her. Her men, who had been confused by what she had asked, grinned and nodded. They knew what she had in mind.
She walked outside to the inner courtyard with a few others as the men went about breaking their captive. To the Kveldulf's credit she didn't scream, much. Practically all of the fighting had been finished. Anyone in the field were the dead, dying, or emerging Ankari. Most of the prisoners who yet live can be seen cowering in the mines entrance. She let a little "hmph" as she began issuing orders to those who came with her. "Ensure that no prisoners leave the mine and that any caught outside of the mine are to be dragged outside of the walls and in front of the forest. Oh, and bring me some kindling."
About an hour later she stood holding a torch staring into the enraged eyes of a visibly weakening Blackfur. She and near on a dozen of her ilk were tied to a pyre. With Adella was a good number of crossbow wielding Ankari who watch the forest with Avalon like eyes. She made sure that she stood a safe distance from the Kveldulf. She smiled sadistically, "Well mongrel, I have to say you gave me quite the retirement party today. Anything you'd like to say before I turn you to ash? Perhaps for your friends waiting in the forest?"
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Post by Raz on Mar 17, 2017 0:15:32 GMT
As he walked through the forest Desmond had hoped to try and communicate a bit more with Lyvyne. Sadly, his attempts at trying to learn anything else, like what she was, were stonewalled as she refused to look at him. Without much choice he continued his trek through the forest, leaves and twigs crunching under foot. After a few more moments he spotted the village, "Ah here we are, Elgin."
The path that he walked through the village was well worn by many feet. Most of the village seemed to stop and stare at the strange creature he carried with him. "Oi, Desmond! Where'd ya find the Avalon?" Asked his best friend Harry as he walked over to him. Harry was an immigrant from Ireland, his fiery hair and pale freckled face stood out in the village nearly as much as the Avalon. Desmond shot his friend a quizzical look as he walked, "Her names Lyvyne. How do you know she's an Avalon?" Harry shrugged, "I saw a lot of em when me and me dad lived back in Dublin." Harry glanced over Lyvyne and whistled. "Bloody hell mate. What'd you do to her?" Desmond rolled his eyes. "You know I didn't do this Harry. I found her in the forest like this, someone shot her down."
"Listen, go get my dad, she needs help." He nodded and rushed off down the path calling for Mr. Connolly.
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Post by jackygirl on Mar 17, 2017 4:09:42 GMT
Blackfur laughed weakly. "Glad you enjoyed it bitch we'd hoped to make it a funeral but you're tougher then we gave you credit for." She grinned nastily at the Overseer blood leaking from between her jaws. "Well there's still time left Cliff may be an upstart pup but he remembers the Way of the Mountain and he;ll rip your fucking throat out." She looked around at the other Kvelduf on the stakes whining with fear. "Quiet mutts! Die with anger in your heart not fear and you may be born again a mighty Drak!" A couple of the whines turned to growls but the others spirits were broken. "Bah! Do your worst Ankari I'm already dead."
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Post by jackygirl on Mar 19, 2017 12:41:40 GMT
Up on the mountain the helldivers were slinking though the forest senses straining to pick out even a hint of pursuit. Cliff suddenly saw something that made his blood run cold and held up a fist to stop the others. A Drak, One-eye had described his first time seeing one as being confronted by a cross between a bear and a wolf whatever those were. It was massive almost as tall as Cliff even on all-fours and it's thick pelt made it extraordinarily tough and it's long maw was filled with sharp fangs. The Kvelduf tribes practically worshipped them as the epitome of strength but they could also be very intelligent and gentle if treated correctly though any fool who dared try to actually tame one wound up torn to shreds.
Cliff approached it carefully from the front not trying to hide his movements and lowering his eyes as a sign of respect. He stayed motionless just a metre in front of it eyes still on the ground. The Drak approached him it was a male by the size and had light-grey fur like most of it's kind in the region. It sniffed him over and Cliff tried not to panic as it's deadly jaws passed over his face. All of a sudden it broke off and seemed to walk away looking back and seeming to gesture at the helldivers to follow with it's head. They followed respectfully behind until they reached it's cave hidden by a clump of large trees. Following it in they found the cracked bones of an Ankari alongside a still intact bow and quiver full of arrows. A female named Long-arms picked up the bow and tested the draw grunting in appreciation. "Stupid bastard must of thought he could hunt on the Drak's territory without asking this is why they should just stick to their farms..." She growled. The Drak went into a side-part of the cave and returned with three large birds plopping them down in front of Cliff and looking at him expectantly. Cliff nodded to Big-back and the others who quickly went about plucking the birds and building a fire to cook them. While both Kvelduf and Drak tended to eat meat raw it tasted better cooked and Drak would sometimes give their food to hunters to be cooked in return for a share. The trees would hide any light or smoke from the small fire so the helldivers bunked down to wait for the next day.
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Post by Raz on Mar 19, 2017 15:24:32 GMT
"Somehow I find it very hard to believe that the pup will ever come near my walls again. Though, I do hope he does follow your old ways. It'd make kill him more fun and less costly. I always enjoyed riddling your kind with bolts as you bashed your skulls against our defences. Now," She takes hold of the hilt of the blade still wedged in the beast's guts. She twisted the blade and pulled it out, enjoying the way Blackfur gritted her teeth and bit back a howl of agony. "You ask for my worst. Sadly, I don't have the time to truly do my worst to you. So instead I'll save it for your pup, your death will be relatively painless by comparison." She said with a chuckle as she tossed the burning torch into the pyre. She listened to the whimpering turn to cries as she began her march back to the fortress. No Ankari were sent into the forest after the Kveldulf that night. If Abella had learned anything during her campaigns, it's that you never engage the enemy on their terms. Sending her men into those woods with the sunlight beginning to dim would be tantamount to throwing away their lives.
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Post by Raz on Mar 19, 2017 22:04:42 GMT
A few moments later Desmond arrived at his father's home. It is a squat little home with a thatch roof and a small wooden fence keeping in a few startled hens. The door was slightly ajar when he arrived. Inside his mother and father were listening to Harry trying to explain what exactly was going on, emphasis on trying. He was trying to articulate his thoughts but seemed to wilt under his father's gaze. His father stood there with his arms crossed and a frown. His father was still wearing his gloves from working at the forge, his bald head was streaked with sweat. "Boy, if you don't give me an answer that isn't mindless mumbling I-" He paused as he saw the door squeak open on its rusty hinges. In walked Desmond, his pants leg now stained with the blood of the Avalon's wings. Taking this as his moment to escape, Harry walked out while the attention wasn't on him any longer. Demond's mother gasped in surprise, "Desmond! What happened?!" She asked her face contorted in worry. His father shook his head. He didn't seem surprised by the sight of the alien creature in the slightest, hid mother however was shocked. "Later, best take a look at that wing now. Set her down on the table I'll go get my tools. Margery go make sure Eril stays outside, don't want to frighten her."
Desmond set her down gently on the wooden table while his mother walked outside to go keep her daughter preoccupied. His father left to go get his tools from the shed. He returned a few moments later with a large bottle of clear liquid and a small set of tongs. "Desmond, go get me a cup and some rags." Desmond did as he was asked and returned with a tin cup and some clean linen cloths. The moment he uncorked the bottle it let out a strong stench of alcohol. Connolly poured out a decent amount of the liquid into the cup. He spoke in Avalon, "Drink." He said handing the cup to her.
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Mar 19, 2017 22:50:34 GMT
Lyvyne felt very small, every flightless Avalon in the house were staring at her the moment like she was strange creature. The female seemed shocked by the sight of her, then she had a look of worry. The only word she recognised that was said by her was Desmond, maybe her words were directed to him and not Lyvyne? Which is a relief, she is having a terrible time communicating already. The other Avalon, an older male with not a single feather on his head, began speaking what sounded like intructions or orders judging by the tone. She sees the female Avalon go outside, unsure what she was tasked to do. Desmond lays her gently on a wooden table then left. She felt quite vulnerable without him, subconsciously already using him as her temporary protector for the mean time. The bald one, that she has named featherless for now, left alongside him. Judging by the way everybody listens to what he says, he must be the head of the house, which she knows is a very important role within a family and commands high respect.
Desmond and Featherless returns within seconds. The former brings some fabrics and a piece of metal in the shape of a cup. The latter brings a bottle of water and some metal device that looks like a tool. She has already guessed the bottle of water and fabrics are to clean the wounds and wrap them, but what is the metal tool for? She stares at it with a worried expression, her mind is filled with unpleasant ways it can be used. She tries to stop that way of thinking, she is being paranoid... Featherless then take the metal cup and fills it with the water... but it smells funny, like a chemical... He did something that surprised her, he spoke in her language. Her eyes widen hearing the familiar words of her people and feeling a sensation of warmth, a familiar feeling of home... she takes the cup with both hands reluctantly and stares at the liquid for a moment. She feels so weak and her mouth is dry from thirst. After a second of hesitation, she begins to gulp it down with reckless desperation. She only take three mouthfuls before she truly tasted it. Her mouth begins to burn and causes her cough heavily, dropping the cup and the remaining contents splatters on the floor. That was not water! It tasted terrible! It was much too strong to be a drink and her throat feels like it has been set on fire. It doesn't take before she feels lightheaded and dizzy, the room begins to sway and her vision blurs. Limbs feel heavy and she barely feels her pain due to a strong numbness. Oh god, she was drugged! She was wrong to trust them! She feels hands on her that guide her to lay down on her stomach gently. She is powerless to stop it, incredibly groggy and slow to react. She cries softly, what are they going to do?...
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Post by Raz on Mar 20, 2017 0:29:10 GMT
Desmond's father only reaction is to pick up the cup again. He fills it halfway up again and crouches down in front of her. His eyes connect with hers, he remembers that fear from his days in the military. "Drink more," He says while lifting the cup up. He cuts his eyes to his son, "Do you know her name?" He asks his son in their native tongue. Desmond, who had been previously watching his father with confusion, snapped out of his daze. "Uh, yes sir. It's Lyvyne."
He nodded and looked back to the terrified Avalon. "You need to drink more, Lyvyne. I know this does not taste good, but it will help numb the pain while I operate. Do you understand?" He asked gently. "I know of your clan, the Strongwing. One of your people saved my life. I promise I will not hurt you." He looked to his son and spoke in English once more. "Go get your friend Harry. I'm gonna need you both to restrain her while I work on that wing. If she trashed about while I'm trying to remove that arrow it could nick something important." Desmond nodded, "Yes sir. I'll go get him." He said and rushed outside to find Harry.
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Mar 20, 2017 8:01:39 GMT
Lyvyne shakes her head vigorously, which sends her vision into a wild spin. The stuff is awful and it's making her senses dull, this isn't helping her! She listens to featherless speak her name, which immediately grabs her attention. She's having a hard time listening to what he says due to the drunkness, she has never even known what alcohol is until now. The older Avalon talks about her clan, how one of her people saved his life. This puts her more at ease, features softening from the fear and she begins to understand. Avalons are an honourable and honest race. She doesn't think Featherless is lying and if his life was truly saved by one of them, he would feel it is his duty to return that favour and honour the kindness shown to him in the past.
She feels a lot less afraid now, the trust for them which almost slipped away has now been made steadfast. She is willing to put her life into their hands fully. She slowly takes the cup, more hesitant than before to drink. Her golden, avian eyes meet Featherless' blue and nods, she understands now. She drinks from the cup forcefully, trying to hold back herself from gagging and retching the burning liquid back up. She drops it again, coughing violently but no liquid is spilled onto the floor this time, having finished the contents. The dizzy and groggy sensation is getting heavier, barely able to keep her head upright. She feels sleepy and numb but she wills herself not to fall asleep, worried that she will succumb to her injuries before the elder Avalon can heal her, resulting in her never waking back up. She attempts to speak, but it comes out in a slurred groan. She feels so so sleepy...
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Post by Raz on Mar 21, 2017 0:08:07 GMT
"One last thing," Mr. Connolly says, reaching over and picking up a piece of leather he'd had in his pocket. "Bite onto this. You'll understand why in a few moments." He said feeling horrible for the poor little bird. She's about to go through hell. Upon his urging she does bite down on the piece of leather after he brings it to her mouth. A few moments later his son and Harry come walking inside. Harry is looking pale and extremely nervous. "Alright, Ginger, take hold of her legs. Desmond hold her arms behind her back. Do not let her thrash around too much." They both nodded, "Yes sir." And went about their tasks.
Mr. Connolly picked up his tools and walked over to her left side. He examined the injury, the tip of the arrowhead was just poking through the other side of the joint. From the looks of it, it's barbed. He'd tear her joint apart if he tried to pull it out. He could've widened the incision if it wasn't in such a sensitive spot. He sighed knowing he was going to have to cut through the other side and push it out. He walked to the kitchen and came back with a small knife. He took hold of her wing, his grip like a vice. He said, "This is gonna hurt." He said in Avalon. And plied his knife to the blood crusted wing joint.
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Mar 21, 2017 8:05:48 GMT
Biting onto the leather, she noticed Desmond and the other Avalon return. They listen to what Featherless says before coming to her and restraining her arms and legs. She doesn't resist, though her intoxicated state wouldn't give her the ability to if she wanted to do so anyway, her movements were sluggish and reaction time was even more slow. Despite her foggy mind, she thinks on Featherless' words saying that she will understand what the piece of leather is for soon enough. She has a very bad feeling for what is about to happen...
He says something as he grips her bad wing, she didn't have time to work out what he said before she feels a searing hot pain dig into her wound, amplified by the thousand due to it's already injured state. The agony is not numbed by her drunkness, but knows the pain would be worse if it wasn't for the alcohol. Still, it is unbearable. Her screams of agony are muffled by the leather, biting it so hard it feels like her teeth will shatter under the pressure, tears forming in her eyes again. She's can't! She can't do this! It's too much! She tries to wrench her arms and legs free, but the males are far stronger than she is and easily hold her steady when she thrashes around. Her bad wing spasms but it makes barely any other movement under Featherless' grip. Her good wing is trapped underneath her own arms, being held down by Desmond, are wings are unbelievably strong for her build, which is the biggest threat of breaking free. It pushes to spread wide, coming very close to forcing Desmond to break his hold on her. If she wasn't so fatigued, the breakthrough would have been guaranteed and harmed Desmond, but it still puts up a tough fight. She continues to scream and thrash. Wishing, begging for this to end. She is on the verge of passing out from the alcohol and the pain.
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