Distortionist x Silv3r x Wolfe

[Wolfe]

This is a 1x1x1 between Distortionist, Stilv3r, and myself. Please do not post, unless you are one of us. Thanks! ^-^

Plot: This Roleplay takes place in a vast fantasy world. The land is in a peaceful state, except for one kingdom to the south, Adrvain. It had once been a prosperous kingdom, ruled by a royal family in a fair manner. One day, as if overnight, the beautiful city became a shadow of its former self. The land began to die, blighted and twisted, until barely recognizable. Basically, everything organic seemed to be on a slow course of death; decaying slowly before meeting it's untimely fate. Everyone who went to inspect this massive threat never returned. Many thought the land had been cursed, or a spell had been cast upon the kingdom throwing it into a crippled state... This could not be more wrong.

A long man stood as the silent ruler of this now dying providence. He held no remorse for the people, the livestock, or the fertility of the land. For, he did not need any of this to sustain himself. He got his life essence from the very things he touched. A power that knew no bounds. With a single prick of a finger, he could fell anything he so wished, as long as it was organic in nature. He blighted the land, rotted the crops, and even the people he touched would become something almost like the walking dead, before succumbing to the pain and perishing. He stood vigilant, watching from his dark castle of stone, awaiting something that only he seemed to know.

Decades pasted, people seemed to forget about the plagued land and the monster king that lurked within. However, not even the threat of a plague could bring the people down this night. Large ceremonies were being held for the Gods and Goddess of the realm. Everything was going smoothly, until the sky seemed to break. Many people saw this occurrence.

The sky seemed to shatter, like a mirror breaking into hundreds upon thousands of pieces. A bright, white light was the culprit; the thing that seemed to break the heavens. It seemed to be covered in searing white flames, and when it struck the earth, the whole world seemed to tremble beneath its power. Rumors spread quickly, but only a few said adventurers seemed to even want to find the mysterious thing that fell out of the sky. However, it would not be adventurers that found it, but a small group of young friends living in the same small village. This village had taken much of the after affects, but they were nothing bad. Their once dry and barren fields now teemed with crops, their livestock produced better offspring and food, and the little village seemed to prosper.

When the small group found the odd stone-like thing that had fallen to the earth, they rushed it to one of their village elders. He studied every tome, every book, and every piece of parchment he could find, but nothing seemed to tell him what this rock was. It wasn't until something sinister began to claim the village. The small group was rushed out of their childhood home, watching as it fell to shadow, fire, and a strange power that seemed to kill everything it gripped. A journey they would have to endure together, and one that could potential make their bonds of friendship stronger or break them apart. Will they be able to return the stone to its rightful place, or will the dark evil that trails after them manage to take it and harvest whatever powers is inside for himself? No one is certain, but this is their story. How will this tale of adventure unfold?

[Wolfe]

Wolfe's Characters:

Image: http://wolfeurameshi.deviantart.com/art ... -417382709
Name: Ioskeha - (Io-ski-ha)
Gender: Female
Race: Leups
Age: She looks to be around 19. Lepus age slowly, so even though she may look nineteen, she may not act like it.
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 171lbs

Extras: Ioskeha is a Lepus, and yet, she knows nothing about her race. When she was a baby, a hunter had stumbled upon her in the Witherd Woods. Not wanting to leave her in the woods, he took her in, giving her the name Ioskeha and raised her just as he would his own children. She is also considered the middle child, even if her and her brother, Gregoire are only a year apart.
Ioskeha is currently twenty years of age. Her fur is a light, caramel brown, with cream undertones. Her hair is the same color, a light brown, with one thick strand of blonde at the front.
Being a Lepus, she is very skilled at summoning small elementals at will. These little sprites happily help her out when storytelling. They form small images that go along with her story, making them something to behold. Even though she isn't proficient at complex magic or spell casting, she enjoys carrying around a staff, a birthday present given to her by her father and brother.

-x-

Image: (He doesn't have one yet. I will have to draw him up.. hopefully soon.)
Name: Weiss
Gender: Male
Race: Revenant
Age: Pretty hard to tell... considering he hardly ever shows his face.
Height: 6'7"
Weight: 215lbs

Extras: Not much is known about Weiss, except for his vast powers. Everything, as long as it is organic in nature, because corrupted. The land becomes blighted, trees and plants become twisted, monstrous things, and animals and people slowly began to decay from the outside; a sort of disease that racks their entire bodies, until they are nothing more then an animated corpse, before they die of many symptoms all working together.
For the most part, Weiss is clothed in some fashion of heavy armor. The armor is lacking upon his chest and his right arm, showing off the complexion of his skin; a pale grey color. His body is tone, made up of nothing but muscle. He keeps his face hidden, usually by some sort of helm or hood. However, his eyes are a bright, crimson red, which glow brightly and can be seen no matter what he wears over his head.
As a Revenant, he is considered something in the undead class, yet this may not be true. Not much is known about the... creature, to know if he is living, or something dead.
His weapon of choice is a long greatsword, which he has the strength to carry in one hand. This includes being able to swing it about, effortlessly. He also totes around a shield, though he hardly feels the need to use it.

-x-

I will add others as the RP progresses.

[Distortionist]

Distortionist's Character(s)

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Name;; Dynamo
Gender;; Genderless
Age;; 20 years
Species;; Metadile
Appearance and History;; Dynamo is a 20 foot long metal crocodile. It was painstakingly built by a blacksmith in the village plate by plate out of galvanized steel and iron. Its eyes are made of burnished bronze and it has rows of wickedly sharp pure titanium teeth. A glossy waterproof glaze covers it from nose to tail, thus allowing him to perform normal crocodilian swimming feats without difficulty. Built for bulk rather than stealth or agility, Dynamo is a fighting machine and easily mows over opponents; sometimes by way of accident rather than intention.

Although made entirely of abiotic parts, Dynamo does have sentient thoughts and is able to reason for itself, although it isn't the brightest diamond in the ring. I'm not sure how it works. It was granted life about 20 years ago by a wizard for the blacksmith, who was commissioned to craft an able protector for the village. Since Dynamo isn't an organic life form, the 'plague' had no impact on it and it escaped to accompany the friends on their mission.

Personality;; Dynamo isn't too smart and it isn't exactly quick, but this metadile is fiercely loyal and will do anything for the ones it's supposed to protect. It's truly a gentle giant; it treats those smaller in size with tenderness and caution. Although it's very friendly, Dynamo is wary of strangers and does what it can to keep them away unless its charges tell it not to.

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Name;; Blanka
Gender;; Female
Age;; 17, although she ages very quickly.
Species;; Bone Eviscerator
Appearance and History;; Blanka is a young female Bone Eviscerator. The Eviscerators are a family of humanoid beings with different types of blades throughout their bodies, depending on the species. Bone Eviscerators in particular have abnormal bone growths, as their name suggests. Scythe-like bones protrude from her forearms and the back of her calves. Blanka has dense, hard bones with strong marrow that are incredibly hard to break. She has three more blades shooting from her spine and shoulder blades. All Eviscerators are skilled assassins and are highly capable of mass destruction, but they definitely aren't the most agile. Blanka has smooth inky hair that she keeps in a high ponytail. Her skin is not tan, but not pale either. She has dusty golden eyes that never seem to blink.

Eviscerators have a complicated ceremony used to produce offspring, since they can not reproduce. A human child stolen from a village is placed in front of a few magical materials: Bone, Steel, Wood, and Opal. As soon as the child touches one of them the material instantly grafts to their skeletal structure and there you have a newborn Eviscerator. Blanka chose bone, obviously, and was raised in a Gypsy-like community of them. But as soon as she learned of their bloodthirsty ways she abandoned them and found shelter in Dalintha, where she's been living ever since.

Personality;; Blanka is an extremely moody character. She has shunned the violent way of her brethren and prefers to make peace, but she has a raging temper and holds grudges for a long time. This girl has no patience for anything except food. She likes to think of herself as independent and unattached, but really she would not survive without her best friends.

-more characters to come when I actually have inspiration-

[Wolfe]

Soft, padded feet sprang against the moss strewn ground. The owner, nothing more then a swift, brown and white blue as they dashed about the wood, dodging deftly every snagging branch or broken stone. The creature leaped over a fallen log, using her delicate hands to push herself along. Her elongated, rabbit-like, feet catching the rough bark of the tree in her path, pushing her every higher into the twisted boughs of the gnarled dead thing. Using one last limb, she managed to swing herself around, catching hold of the topmost arm of the tree, grabbing hold of the drying, decaying pointed tip of the trunk. She gripped one hand tightly around the tip of the tree, holding herself out on the branch, overlooking all.

Taking in a deep inhale, she sighed, her velvet nose twitching. The crisp Autumn air tickling her nose, causing her to giggle gently. Her long, ears twitched, swiveling around as they heard sounds others could not, yet they were none of her concern. The Witherd Woods may be a twisted, ugly thing, but the rest of Arnashia was not. Her bright tawny eyes taking it everything from this height.

Just below, Dalintha, the village she grew up in sat below, just on the outskirts of the Witherd Woods. A smile smile took over her lips as she looked down upon it. Even though the town was small, seeing hardly any traveling merchants or traders, it still thrived. But, beyond, Arnashia and all of its untouched beauty. In this season, it was cast in shades of oranges, reds, yellows, and browns. It was a sight to behold, and yet, a depressing spectacle. It would be a wondrous thing to go to some far off land or city, a journey all in its own. Her smile turned upside down as she thought what her parents would say if she even suggested about leaving. Dalintha was a wonderful place, peaceful and serene, but the people were set in their ways. They were hard headed and stubborn when it came to the world outside their village. Besides, her parents would flip if she even began to talk about leaving.

"Iosekha! Iosekha, where are you?"

The calling voice of one of her brothers made her ears twitch and turned in the direction, in which, it came from. Casting a glance down, she smiling again. She loved surprising her siblings by jumping out of trees, but first... She tilted her head once more back towards the beauty that Arnashia held, the cloudless blue-white sky, and the bright fall sun. Closing her eyes, the image was still fresh and she could see it so clearly. It would be another week before she could do this again.

Not taking any more time, she released her grip of the tree's trunk, sliding down it and using the branches as a, sort of, ladder to clamber her way down. She managed to cling to one of the lowest boughs, using both her wide feet and tiny hands to maneuver herself upon the branch, crouching upon it as she watched, listened, and waited. The sound of breaking twigs and tromping feet caught her keen ears, her head quickly tilting in that direction. There, upon the branch, she waited silently and still waiting... waiting... waiting....

"Rawr!" Iosekha screamed, bounding off of her branch. Her hands were raised over her head, fingers bent into claws. She even added a small growl-snort for added effect.

"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!" the young boy hollered, bringing his arms up to cover his face, as he swung around and away from the roaring noise. His heel caught on an upturned root, causing him to topple over and disappear. A small splash sounded soon after. "Owwwww!" he whimpered, sniffling softly as he continued to cover his eyes with his hands.

Iosekha hopped over to the little ditch, using a drooping vine to hold on to as she pushed herself slightly over the little dip in the earth cradling water. "Attis, you can uncover your eyes now. It is only me. Honestly, to think you got that scared over a pathetic, and very poorly done, roar." she chuckled, watching as her brother slowly uncovered his hands from his eyes. Though, he did not seem at all pleased by his older sister's antics. In fact, he glared up at her. His blue eyes full of nothing but betrayal.

"Why would you do that, Iosekha!?" Attis spat, folding his arms across his chest and poking his bottom lip out in a pout. "It isn't fair! You're mean! Next time, I'm making dad send Gregoire! I'm never coming back here again!"

"Oh, Attis, don't be that way. Soon, you will have to." Iosekha stated, nodding her head three times. She watched the little human boy, his peachy skin dappled with splatters of mud and algae. His light brown hair, which was once spiky, now set in dripping elegant wavy curls along his face. He was defiantly human, not like her, though she would never see him as just a human. Yes, he was not like her, but he was still her brother.

Attis' eyes widened and he quickly looked to his sister. "Why?" he questioned, still finding the need to sit in the, once, stagnant puddle.

"Well, you know. It is every male's right of passage in Dalintha to go hunting in the Witherd Woods and bring back a deer or boar. Soon, you will have to do just that. And, where I ask, will you have to go? Why, here of course." she explained. Still clutching the vine tightly in one hand, she reached down with the other, extending her hand out, palm up, offering it to Attis.

"But.... but, you scared me!" Attis whined. He glared at his sister's hand, but eventually took it. Ioskeha lifted Attis out of the gooey mud and smelly water, helping him up the small ditch and onto flat ground.

"It was all in good fun. I meant no harm." she laughed, still holding on to Attis' small hand, that fit snugly into her soft brown and white one. Taking a few good sniffs, she pinched two fingers to her nose. "Ewww, Attis... You stink! That water was foul and now you smell of horse butt. We need to get you home. Mom will defiantly want to bathe you before the festival starts."

Attis gave a small sigh, but continued to rest his hand in his sister's. "Thanks a lot, Ioskeha." he grumbled, not enjoying the idea of being given a second bath in one day. Ioskeha could only laugh as she escorted her little brother out of the Witherd Woods and back to the safety of the village.

-x-

"Stop! No! Mooooom!" Attis cried, trying to push his mother's hands from his head. She had been furiously scrubbing the poor boy in an effort to eradicate the stench still lingering on his body and in his hair.

"Stay still, Attis. You are quite the mess." Aleine murmured, dumping a large wooden pitcher into the bucket her naked youngster sat in, full of lukewarm water and hundreds, upon hundreds, of little suds. She tipped the pitcher, end up, right over the top of Attis' head, before going about scrubbing his hair again with her hands, working her fingers into his hair, before leaning down and taking a giant whiff. Her nose wrinkled, an apparent sign that the smell was still evident. "Ioskeha... Of all days, why frighten your brother and make him fall into a puddle of filth." their mother sighed.

"It wasn't on purpose, mother. Honest." Ioskeha said calmly, as she watched her brother, once again, struggle to push their mother's hands away from his hair. "I didn't even know there was a puddle. It was in the most unlikely of places. Can you believe it, water had gathered in a small dip in the earth. The strangest sight. I could not believe it." she joked, turning her eyes to her mother's face.

A deep frown overtook the woman's lips. She was not amused with her daughter's answer. She let out a long, heavy sigh. "My little bunny, what am I to do with you?" she inquired. At pet name Aleine used made Attis smile wide, until he got another pitcher full of water dumped over his head.

"Mom, I'm not five anymore. Can't you call me something other than 'Your little bunny'?" Ioskeha murmured, frowning slightly. Even her long ears drooped somewhat as she folded her arms across her chest. As she hugged her arms to her chest, a thick strand of creamy blonde hair fell in front of her right eye.

Aleine smiled lightly, pausing from bathing Attis and tucked the blonde hair back into the rest of Ioskeha's brown locks. Ioskeha looked uncomfortably up at her mother, but smiled all the same, even if it was a small one. "You will always be five to me, no matter how old you get. But, I hear your father is looking for you. He and Gregoire have a surprise for you." Aleine said, turning her attention back to Attis, who was now trying to squirm his way out of the tub. "I don't think so, young man!" their mother said loudly, pushing her son right back into the water, "You still stink! This calls for drastic measures." Reaching down beside her stool, Aleine picked up a small wooden bowl. It was full of a bright, smooth purple liquid. Even though Ioskeha was sitting across the tub, she could smell the concoction. It smelled of lavender.

"Oh... please, mom... Don't!" Attis gasped, clinging his hands to his head, trying to block his mother's flowery smelling shampoo away from his hair.

Ioskeha chuckled as she picked herself up off of the bundle of clothes she had been sitting on. Her last glance, before she walked around the corner of their small, thatched roofed house, was of Attis getting the whole bowl full of lavender smelling shampoo dumped onto the top of his head, before Aleine began to scrub vigorously, working the entire lather into every bit and piece of Attis' hair. Attis glared after his sister, his arms folded across his bare chest, which only made Ioskeha laugh even harder.

-x-

Dalintha was small, quiet, and, most of the time, boring. But now, it was becoming lively. Everyone in the village was pitching in, decorating the outside of houses, shops, carts, and trees with bright red, orb-like, paper lanterns. They were strung nearly everywhere. But, these lanterns weren't the only decor. Finely crafted wooden dragons were also strung among them. They were heavily detailed and masterfully painted, each one unique in its own way. Ioskeha was beaming as she made her way deeper into her home, following the winding dirt paths and watching as her friends and neighbors pitched in everywhere. Even the smell of freshly baking bread and cooking meat wafted about the air.

Her feet took her right to the village square. Well, it was more of a circle then an actual square. In the very center a pedestal had been placed and there, standing beside it, were none other than her brother and father. "Dad!" Ioskeha exclaimed, dashing forth and tackling the older man, burying her face in his chest.

The man laughed, a deep sound, that rumbled in Ioskeha's ears like thunder, but it was a calming, reassuring sound, to her, at least. His big hands pressed her shoulders, pushing her slightly back and away from him. Yet, for his size, he was gentle with his daughter. "Of course your mother tells you I am hear. She always did ruin surprises." Lugh chuckled, patting his daughter gingerly on the head, right in between her long ears. She couldn't help but smile like a small child up at him. He still was how she had always pictured him. Strong and defined. His white-blonde hair slicked back, except for one strand that always seemed to fall in front of his face and the gentlest brown eyes one could ever fine. He was her father, and nothing, not even the Gods themselves, could tell her differently.

"Yes, but she did it with the best intentions." Ioskeha snickered. She put her hands behind her back, standing on the balls of her paw-like feet. She tried to beam over her father's shoulders, but that was more than impossible, him being so tall and all. "Well, what did you bring me?" she asked impatiently, jumping a couple times before finally giving up.

"Well," Lugh began, but his attention was diverted by a few villagers trying to hoist a massive stone dragon up onto the pedestal. "Woah, men!" Lugh shouted, catching the sculpture before it nearly toppled to the ground.

"Here."

Ioskeha turned to face her eldest brother, smiling wide at him. Gregoire gave her a look, one eyebrow raised, before flashing her a cocky grin. "Happy birthday, Oske." he voiced, whipping something from behind his back. It was a staff made of black walnut and stained with a glossy coat. At the end, a large oval shaped red gem was placed atop a finely decorated, heart shaped carving. Near the end of the heart-shaped topper was another, more circular gem, the same red as the first.

Ioskeha squealed, snatching the staff from Gregoire swiftly. She examined every inch of it, before becoming transfixed upon the gems. "They're so pretty." she whispered, tapping the topmost one with an index finger.

"Thought you'd like it." Gregoire chuckled, watching his sister admire her new toy, "Dad picked it out. He said, 'It reminds me of my little bunny girl'." Gregoire's voice had grown deeper, in a mock attempt to sound like their father. He was nearly knocked off his feet as one of Lugh's massive hands slammed hard on his back, a hearty laugh escaping his wide, grinning mouth.

"Don't embarrass your sister. She has much to prepare for. Tonight is a very special night." Lugh proclaimed, giving both his son and daughter a stern look. "Now, why don't the two of you go run along. I am sure there is something you can do, perhaps with friends, before the festivities actually start."

Both Gregoire and Ioskeha nodded, taking their leave of the square, while their father continued to help out with getting everything ready. As they walked, Ioskeha ran her fingers up her new staff, allowing it to rest gently in her palms, before beginning to polish the gems with her tunic. "What are you doing? It can't be that dirty already. Come on, knock it off." Gregoire huffed, swatting a hand at her staff, which Ioskeha pulled closer to her defensively.

They continued, Ioskeha still holding her staff close to her, when Gregoire stopped. "What?" she asked, cocking her head playfully to the side.

"Nothing..." Gregoire said, scratching his chin as he watched a group of small children and their grandmother hang decorations, "Every since we were little, we've been told about the Festival of Blood." He turned to Ioskeha, reaching up and plucking one of the finely carved dragons from the branch above them. "Don't you find it odd that... these Fallen, whatever they really are, just vanished without a trace?"

Iosekha eyed her brother, a perplexed look on her face as she watched him twirl the dragon figurine within his hands. "Well... no. Not that I have ever given it much thought. I think it is a fabulous story. Besides, haven't you ever stopped to think that, maybe, it is just an old folktale? Invented to scare small children and keep them on their best behavior for the festival? You think too much about these things."

Gregoire just gave her a look, but shrugged his shoulders, "I suppose you could be right. Still, I just think it is just a bit off."

Ioskeha rolled her eyes, but playfully nudged her shoulder into his. "Come on, let's go see if we can find someone to help. Maybe you can even watch me practice some magic with my new staff." she giggled, jogging a bit ahead before slowly down to a slower, easier pace.

"Oh, that sounds fun" Gregoire said sarcastically, but followed after his sister, even if he made no real effort to catch up to her.

((OoC: Sorry for the length!!!!))

[Silv3r]

The boy smiled as he watched, the preparations something he enjoyed almost as much as the festival itself. He just loved to watch the small villages transformation as so many expertly crafted statues and other decorations were placed about, almost like a shrine to the ancient creatures. He could only imagine how long it took, so much effort spent only for it to last a swift week.
Not that he he thought it foolish. It was right that they should celebrate. The boy had managed to not miss the festival once in his life, as far as he was aware. And he always made sure to be just early enough to watch as people placed their handiwork in trees and on pedestals, celebrating the day the dragons fell. Though some might consider his reasons for being around so early perverse.
He could not help it. In these moments before the festival began, hours before the village became thick with celebrators, it was easy to pretend. He could just imagine it, the town's efforts a tribute to the dragons themselves. Not to the day they became the Fallen, but worship for the beings that were once their rulers, as it was in olden times. Such painstaking craftsmanship to show honor, not to the Fallen, but to the Dragons.

"Need help setting up?" Eventually Ramsey stopped watching to go about and offer a helping hand, well aware of the mixed feelings he often created. The wide-eyed boy, looking to be barely in his teens, managed to be well known as being quick to assist. And yet there was something odd in his eyes, though no one was able to quite place why they felt unsettled by him. Though his offer was met with a grateful nod, he did not fail to notice the pause before the response, the way the man stared at him with uncertainty.
Perhaps his easy and gentle smile just did not meet his eyes. Or his eyes did not suit his age, even though he had the carefree nature of a child that had an easy life. Most decided it was because his bright yellow eyes matched too closely the color of his golden blonde hair. Yet others, few as they may be, have noted that he seemed not to age much in a years time, but perhaps he had yet to meet his growth spurt.
Spying Ioskeha in the distance, he suddenly turned, waving to the Lepus, before walking ove to great her. "Hey! Is that new?" He gestured to the staff she now carried, smiling. It was quite beautifully crafted he thought, eying it with interest. "Oh, right, today is your birthday, isn't it?" Rather lucky, he thought it, to share a birthday with the start of the festival.
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It seemed almost wrong to be here, Morgiah felt. Like was a disobedient child that ran off, even though she was plenty old enough to be out on her own. The Fallen was a subject that, for all his knowledge, her foster father would never touch upon. He told her the very basics of the story, and yet when it fascinated her, and she tried to learn more about the Fallen themselves, he would never fail to turn her studies elsewhere.
He was dead now, leaving her only able to wonder why he would speak so much about other things, and yet be so silent when the mention of Fallen were brought up. She greatly missed him, but now she was old enough and able to be at the Festival for the very first time, and so she did all she could to scrounge up the coin to go. She never got to go before. Something else her father never explained to her, but now, Morgiah would get to see it all at last, and she was excited.
Perhaps it was because she was a fire sorceress that made her so interesting into the ancient creatures. She did not know, and though she knew he would have disapproved, if he could, she was now at Dalintha, the very home of the Festival of Blood.

[Distortionist]

Was it an intruder, or merely some odd carnival goer who had decided to crouch in the shadow of the hay wagon? It was nearly impossibly to tell. Even in the bright light, the form hunched in the darkness remained unrecognizable. Dynamo flicked its tail in uncertainty, the gleaming metal catching the sun's rays and tossing them elsewhere. It was crouched next to a structure opposite the mysterious person's hiding spot, staying out of sight until it could determine who it was. Were they carrying a weapon? The metadile didn't think so. It had seen the silhouette of both of his hands, and neither were occupied by a dangerous article.

Growling lowly in frustration, Dynamo was just about to slink out and confront the figure when it stood up and waved at someone in the distance. Oh. Turns out he was the latter of the two possibilities. Contorting its body around to peer at the other person, it slithered out of hiding and nodding in approval at the boy, whose mouth was ajar astonishment. Oblivious to the reaction, Dynamo tramped off in the other direction in search of other suspicious characters. The crowd, who were long familiar with the rickety steel crocodile, parted around him absently like a river making way for a rock.

While attempting to remain unnoticed and inspect each stranger at the same time, it also allowed its mind to wander and consider the activity. Its master Blacksmith had given it the directions to patrol the fairgrounds and eliminate any trespassers or wrong-doers. Dynamo wasn't completely certain of what that meant, but it just figured it would perform its usual duties which alternated between sleeping and romping through the village. But right now was not the time for play, no sir. It was guard duty time. Dynamo was a guard machine; it was sly, speedy, and had the likes of a ninja assassin, obviously. How it ended up getting chased by a man with a flamethrower it had no idea, but apparently that's what was happening.

Screeeeeeeech. Dynamo's scales rubbed against each other harshly as it darted away from the heat. What was happening? Why was it getting attacked? Abruptly deciding to stand its ground, it whirled on the man and bared its jagged teeth. He paid it no heed and simply reached over, grabbed some bird poop off of its back, and threw it on the ground to torch it with blue-hot flames. Dynamo had no idea of what to think at first, but then it understood that this was probably a potion master if some sort gathering ingredients.

It's shoulders heaving upward in a massive shrug, it turned away again and kept walking. It was intensely difficult to determine the difference between someone up to no good and someone innocent, what with all of these people with strange traditions and behaviors. 20 years and Dynamo still hadn't learned all of them. Sure it was an ancient town veiled in layers of mystique and secrets, but really. It was preposterous when one couldn't tell who was a serial killer and who was not. With a light scowl on its face, Dynamo continued contemplating the subject as it made its rounds.

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"No," Blanka growled lowly as she shook off a beggar. The little human child gazed pleadingly up at her, hands held up and mouthing unknown words. She felt her resolve waver just a bit, held it strong, and then the whole thing crashed down. "Alright." She huffed gruffly, trying not to seem to generous or else others would come to see her as a soup kitchen. She reached into the leather satchel by her side, careful to avoid goring the kid, and drew out a soft white piece of just-baked bread the size of her fist. "Here." The boy clutched it gingerly, black eyes shining in delight. Blanka gave him a gentle shove, ignoring the warmth fluttering around in her stomach at the sight. "Now shoo." The kid, no doubt eager to show off his prize to his friends, sprinted away.

While she knew she shouldn't have spared the much needed bread, Blanka felt inexplicably unrepentant of the act. A satisfied smile made its way to her face and for once, she let it stay. It was the time of the year for generosity, right? What harm would it do?

Sighing, she turned from the detour and continued on her way through the half-finished fairgrounds. The area looked beautiful, as it always did during the festivals. The paper lanterns were stunning against the vibrant trees, perfectly coupled with the ornate dragons. Blanka trailed her bladed fingertips against one fierce beast and grinned, sniffing. Apparently this year some creative chap had decided to lace the dragons with herbs and spices, so they smelled magnificent. The whole scene put Blanka in a giddy mood, so she perched at the edge of a bench to take it all in.

(*flails weakly* I think I'm going to be the least literate writer of us all. XD)

[Wolfe]

Gregoire smiled wide, hearing the sound of his sister's name throughout the chatter of everyone out and about, helping prepare the village for the first night of the festival. The boy's voice was a familiar one, and a child that Ioskeha was more then amused with. She seemed to be the only one, seeing as most didn't want nothing to do with the boy. There were rumors he wasn't entire what everyone thought, but who was he to judge? Besides, he needed to get home. He was sure their mother could use some help, especially with Attis, considering the child was nowhere to be seen. "Well, you two have fun." Gregoire chuckled, patting his sister gingerly on her shoulder, "I'll see you guys tonight." And with that, he picked up his pace and left.

"Oh... Okay, bye Gregoire!" the lepus called, reluctantly pulling one hand free from her birthday present to wave good-bye to her retreating brother; even if he didn't take any notice in the kind gesture. She then quickly turned to face the young blonde boy, a huge grin plastered on her face. "Yeah, it is!" she chimed, taking note of Ramsey's gaze. It was locked upon the gleaming staff she carried. Ioskeha had never been one to be selfish, so instead of clutching to the staff tightly, she held it out before her, allowing the young boy to get a closer look. "This is a gift from my father and brother." she explained, a satisfied look upon her face. It was apparent she was proud of the staff.

Her long, rabbit-like ears swiveled, taking in the metallic crunching of another one of the residence of Dalintha. It was something she never could understand, or hope to, but she found the Metadile very interesting. The word "interesting" was putting it lightly. Even though the beast was made of nothing but an assortment of metals and magic, Ioskeha loved the crocodile. Her nose gave a few gentle twitches, before she reached out and grabbed a hold of Ramsey's wrist, tugging him along. Of course, her other hand grasped firmly to her new staff. "Hello there, Dynamo!" she chimed excitedly, kneeling down near the massive shimmering beast. Releasing her hand from Ramsey, she reached out to pet the Metadile's head. His metal skin was so smooth and cold to the touch, and Ioskeha being a Lepus, could feel the magical energies tickling her fingertips. The smal surges of energy made her giggle as she continued to stroke Dynamo's head and snout.

It never occurred to Ioskeha that Dynamo was on duty, and was very much distracting it from doing it's thing. It soon donned on her, and her ears sort of drooped. "I'm sorry, boy." she said sadly, picking herself up and cradling her staff in both arms, I didn't realize you were busy." Of course, she knew the metal reptile had no real gender, but she always had given it one. Caling Dynamo a "he" was just more satisfying then calling it, well... an "it".

Again, her attention was drawn to another familiar face, and her smile immediately drifted back onto her lips. Though, making no sudden movements around Dynamo, she raised her hand high into the air, before waving it rapidly back and forth. "Blanka! Heeeeeey, Blanka!" she called, continuing to wave her hand around, "Over here!" However, before she could completely focus on her bone eviscerator friend, her attention was drawn to a completely new face. A face she had never ever seen in the village before... and, she knew everyone. If it wasn't by name, it was by their face. That was a part of being a Lepus, after all.

Her head cocked to the side like a confused dog, before she pointed the young woman out to Ramsey. "Do you know her?" she asked the blonde, curiosity filling her entire being. Perhaps, she was just another traveler on her way through Dalintha... or, she had come to see the festival? Ioskeha didn't know, but if Ramsey had no idea who she was, she was about to go introduce herself.

((OoC: I hope it's fine that Ioskeha knows almost everyone. I mean, that is really a part of her species; that she never forgets a face. If it's not, I can change it. ^-^))

[Silv3r]

((Sorry, been a little busy. Meant to reply sooner, but then had work.))

Ioskeha was never one to guard something of hers as if over jealous, and soon Ramsey was given the chance to inspect her new staff more closely, daring to run a hand along the wood to get a feel for the craftsmanship. It helped, of course, that Ramsey never was the one to take such a thing and run with it, even in jest. He was rather polite boy, as it was, making some's conceptions of him seem misplaced.
Perhaps, to some, he came off as the sort of child to smile innocently in order to hide some mischief, with the sort of practice he surely was too young to have. "It is really nice." He said at last as he removed his hand from it's surface, just in time, for that same hand to be gripped as Ioskeha hurried off, dragging him along with. He soon discovered what had caught her attention, a Metadile, unique in it's make as far as he knew, and yet no stranger within the village. "Hello, Dynamo," he soon chimed in as well, though he did not reach down to pet him, as Ioskeha had done, even though it hadn't occurred to him right away that the Metadile was on duty either.
Though as Ioskeha was soon asking him something, he frowned, eyeing the woman in the distance. He, for all his years of living at the village, did not have as good a memory for names or faces. Though he could easily recognize the face or name of the townspeople, he was never quite so able to remember the faces of visitors. Still, she had not asked him if he had seen her before, only if he knew her, and so soon he was shaking his head. "Never seen her before."

[Wolfe]

"Me either." Ioskeha said, though her two words were laced with pure excitement. It was in her species nature to remember every face they ever met. If they couldn't remember the name, the face was something they would always remember. "Let's go introduce ourselves, shall we?" she chimed, once more, reaching out and grabbing Ramsey by the wrist. It was something she did frequently with the younger boy, and even though, Ramsey didn't seem to mind, it never crossed the Lepus' mind that it may be slightly annoying.

She weaved her way, in and out of the moving crowd, until she had reached the woman she had never seen before. Again, she released Ramsey's wrist. She still cradled her staff close to her, making sure while she traveled, it would get bumped or scratched. Though, the two stood behind the woman now, before Ioskeha reached a hand out and tapped her gingerly on the shoulder. "Hello there!" she sang loudly, "Are you new here? I don't remember ever seeing your face before."

[Distortionist]

(*flails* I have the same problem. Sorry for replying so late, things have been hectic around here *^*)

Dynamo thumped its tail against the ground, creaking quietly as if murmuring to Ioskesha. It was all right. Even though it was on duty, it wasn't as if it was not allowed to indulge in a nice head rub every now and then, obviously. The magic inside its body rose up and swirled around at the Lepus's touch, sending the automaton's system into a pulsing heat that died down after the contact ended.

Dynamo looked up at the talk of the stranger, its shining eyes roving the crowd for danger. It grew alarmed as Iosheka surged toward them, scurrying after the two. What was she doing? Sure it was good to be friendly, but it was reckless to greet someone they had never seen in town before like that! Dynamo took advantage of the Lepus's sudden halt to position itself near the stranger, ready to attack at a command. It paced anxiously around them, wondering what she would say.

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