Post by §arinon on Nov 30, 2009 2:21:21 GMT
Setting Information
The Wilds of Tilan, two days after a series of earthquakes caused havoc high in the mountains, destroying many parts of a complex network of tunnels that lace the ranges. Barely three hours before the quakes, an ominous black shadow was seen flying through the sky and a loud screeching noise was heard from it's maw. The few people who dwell in the Tilanese mountains saw this as a bad omen.
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The Beginning
The bustling town of Cadyau was in ruins, the people panicked and frightened, frantically searching for loved ones among the wreckage of the stone houses. Half the city had been built inside the mountain, the other half in tiered levels on the outside, and the whole thing had been devastated by the series of earthquakes that had ripped the mountain up by it's roots and caused the great rocky cliffs to crumble over the city. Little of the interior city remained and only a few tunnels remained.
Everyone remembered the shrieking shadow which had spread it's ominous wings over their city and everyone was still in great fear, trembling whenever the clouds caused a shadow on the ground. It was no surprise, then, that every soul within earshot fled when they saw the band of winged figures approaching from the northwest.
The Feberi landed in a deserted street, twelve pairs of wings folding and twelve pairs of eyes scanning the city for the people they had seen scurrying about. Sarn stepped forward and tossed a stone at an alcove where a roof and a wall created a triangle opening. A tiny whimper told him that someone was indeed hiding there.
Cautious, Sarn picked his way carefully over and bent down to peer inside. There was a gasp of fear before Sarn extended his hand and beckoned silently. After a few seconds a much smaller, female hand took his and let him guide her out.
The young girl was no more than 15 years of age, of a petite build and had long chestnut hair and blazing green eyes. Beautiful as she was, there seemed to be something dead about her, as if she had lost her spirit and everything she did, she did meekly and without any enthusiasm. Grief had claimed her.
"Where is everyone?" Sarn asked her gently. She looked at him coldly, seemingly offended by his bright appearance and nature, but she answered in a soft, low voice.
"Hiding from you." She paused, glancing behind Sarn to the other Feberi who stood patiently in the crisp air. "Who are you?"
"I am Wing Leader Sarn BrightFeather and these are the members of my Wing. We are part of the Feberi Strike Force, the first of many more to be sent to your aid. Strike Leader RuffleCrest is sending you an entire Crest of the Strike Force and another two Crests are this moment flying to our cousins in the east at Taliem."
He waited for her to reply, but she said nothing. She simply stared at him as if to ask how he intended to help them. Sarn turned to his Wing and spoke to them in their own language. The others immediately lifted up into the air, spread themselves around the the city and began to search for people.
Sarn touched the young woman on her shoulder and asked her name.
"Ceinwyn," she replied.
"Ceinwyn, would you help me to search for survivors?"
She nodded and trudged off wearily, Sarn following close behind, his concerned eyes on her back.
((The rest of Sarn's Wing are NPCs and you can take control of them as you like. Ceinwyn is mine but you can godmode her if you really want. Everyone else in the city is NPC too. Have fun!))
The Wilds of Tilan, two days after a series of earthquakes caused havoc high in the mountains, destroying many parts of a complex network of tunnels that lace the ranges. Barely three hours before the quakes, an ominous black shadow was seen flying through the sky and a loud screeching noise was heard from it's maw. The few people who dwell in the Tilanese mountains saw this as a bad omen.
-Posts must be a minimum of 3 paragraphs.
The Beginning
The bustling town of Cadyau was in ruins, the people panicked and frightened, frantically searching for loved ones among the wreckage of the stone houses. Half the city had been built inside the mountain, the other half in tiered levels on the outside, and the whole thing had been devastated by the series of earthquakes that had ripped the mountain up by it's roots and caused the great rocky cliffs to crumble over the city. Little of the interior city remained and only a few tunnels remained.
Everyone remembered the shrieking shadow which had spread it's ominous wings over their city and everyone was still in great fear, trembling whenever the clouds caused a shadow on the ground. It was no surprise, then, that every soul within earshot fled when they saw the band of winged figures approaching from the northwest.
The Feberi landed in a deserted street, twelve pairs of wings folding and twelve pairs of eyes scanning the city for the people they had seen scurrying about. Sarn stepped forward and tossed a stone at an alcove where a roof and a wall created a triangle opening. A tiny whimper told him that someone was indeed hiding there.
Cautious, Sarn picked his way carefully over and bent down to peer inside. There was a gasp of fear before Sarn extended his hand and beckoned silently. After a few seconds a much smaller, female hand took his and let him guide her out.
The young girl was no more than 15 years of age, of a petite build and had long chestnut hair and blazing green eyes. Beautiful as she was, there seemed to be something dead about her, as if she had lost her spirit and everything she did, she did meekly and without any enthusiasm. Grief had claimed her.
"Where is everyone?" Sarn asked her gently. She looked at him coldly, seemingly offended by his bright appearance and nature, but she answered in a soft, low voice.
"Hiding from you." She paused, glancing behind Sarn to the other Feberi who stood patiently in the crisp air. "Who are you?"
"I am Wing Leader Sarn BrightFeather and these are the members of my Wing. We are part of the Feberi Strike Force, the first of many more to be sent to your aid. Strike Leader RuffleCrest is sending you an entire Crest of the Strike Force and another two Crests are this moment flying to our cousins in the east at Taliem."
He waited for her to reply, but she said nothing. She simply stared at him as if to ask how he intended to help them. Sarn turned to his Wing and spoke to them in their own language. The others immediately lifted up into the air, spread themselves around the the city and began to search for people.
Sarn touched the young woman on her shoulder and asked her name.
"Ceinwyn," she replied.
"Ceinwyn, would you help me to search for survivors?"
She nodded and trudged off wearily, Sarn following close behind, his concerned eyes on her back.
((The rest of Sarn's Wing are NPCs and you can take control of them as you like. Ceinwyn is mine but you can godmode her if you really want. Everyone else in the city is NPC too. Have fun!))