[Open] Infinite Discovery

[Zaenaeyrs]

11th Candlemark
1st of The Month of Pontius
Season of Winter, Era I of the Celestine Mandate
Era XV Post Fractum

Zaenaerys feet shuffled as she walked from the lad-gate into the city of Jaedexia. The Guards hadn't so much as looked at her. Dirty, unkempt and young as the elf was, the gate sentries had let her through. She lead her horse carefully towards the center of the city. What to do? She thought to herself as she lead her horse. Find the Aedile's office and then work from there. I can't continue like this? But What do I say? 'Hi I am slave can I become an imperial Citizen? Oh right like that will make them just give me one. He's gone, I am on my own. She raised her chin trying to make her feel braver.

She continued to lead the horse for a while longer walking and pondering her own fate, lost in thought when the horse spooked. Too lost in thought the only indication of a frightened animal was the suddenly jerk of her arm as she was pulled sideways by the large creature. She was dragged, the street beneath her begining to bite into her arm as she attemped to untangle herself from the reigns. "Stop! Good Beast!" she yelled in elvish as she was dragged along. Her dark brown skin began to bleed as the she finally freeded her hand from the reigns, tumbling end over end across the ground. To slow in a daze, her last sight being the fleeing horse- which was lent to her. Her hand reached weakly towards the fleeing animal as pain washed over her.

[Lurvark Shelph]

ooc: timestamp? i could only do this with u if it was late winter, so ignore this post if it is before thirdifirst brightening in The Month of Immanis in the Season of Winter, Era I of the Celestine Mandate, Era XV Post Fractum. (31/50)

Actually, do u mind if we make it the time mentioned above? Also, i'm assuming the horse is your NPC so do with it as you will according to my actions


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Lurvark shelp was walking along, using his trident as a cane when he was surprised to see stampeding toward him. He gave a small yelp of alarm as he attempted to sidestep the beastie quickly with his weak legs.

He got out of the way just in time, but couldn't move the pole end of the trident fast enough, leaving it in the way of the horse. If he was luckily it would trip over it, and he might just get a free horse! It would sure beat tiring his feat by all this walking. Legs are pointless, life would be so much better if the sea covered everything the merman thought to himself.

He whirled around to see the ragged elf lying on the ground, this just might be his lucky day. He, or she, or it, he couldn't really tell from the rags that she was wearing, might be vulnerable enough to be manipulated into joining his crew!

He walked over, ignoring whether or not the horse was on the ground or had continued on, and offered his hand to her. A wide grin shown across his black scaled face, his golden eyes sparkeled. "You don't often be around these parts do you?" he inquired.

He wanted to appear to have dropped out of the sea, just for her. When he earned her trust and graditude, he would use that to make her work for her. At the moment though, he was her friend.

"Here why don't we take you to an inn, so we can get you washed up?" he gave her a wink, closer, it was obviously a she, "I'm sure ill find a fine young lady hiding under all that travel grime and muck!"

[Zaenaeyrs]

She moaned. The pain in her shoulder made her lash out. It was painful to move but with someone this close... Zaenaerys mind swam. Slaver. She thought bitterly. She was captured. She struggled. This wasn't want she wanted. She wanted to be free. Her legs kicked and thrashed even as her shoulder burned in pain, as the dirt rubbed into the wound. Like salt, she wanted to scream, to give voice to raw red and angry wound on her shoulder and side.
"No..." she growled in an angry voice as her body swam in and out of conciousness. "Never. Not Again."

[Lurvark Shelph]

At first he wanted to slap the little elf around a bit for insulting him so, but he then remembered his plan. Lurvark shelp stepped back and put his hands up to show he meant no harm.

He stepped back and grinned, not showing his pointy teeth, but trying to look nice. "Do you speak common?" he inquired, he then threw a crown down to her, and made motions to show taking a bath. He knew he would look awkward, but he wanted to befriend this little elf, a female in the crew, especially an attractive one, is worth much more than a common thug.

He then bowed down, and pointed to an inn, saying "Help you?"

[Zaenaeyrs]

Pain was draining her senses, draining her mind and her ability to comprehend. She tried to form the words, in Aelyrian, in Elven, in anything but they wouldn't come. Her world was slowly becoming black as pain, fear and the knowledge that she was going to be a slave again, be lost to being someone else's toy. "NO!" She snarled. The ward was garbled in her confused mind a mash of Aelyrian and of Elven tongues. Her body hurt and as her mind collapsed into darkness she thrashed tears begining to form in her eyes even as she slipped unconcious.

[Lurvark Shelph]

Lurvark looked down at the gal who was slipping from delisuion into unconsciousness. He frowned and looked around. He then waited for the gal to go completely under, then would pick her up with his strong arms and walk her to the nearest infermery. This was not going well, he hoped she would be in a better mood when she woke up safe and sound.

ooc: Should we get a gm to come and mod this for us? for the npcs or what?

[Zaenaeyrs]

Darkness. Her mind settled, her body went limp. She was completely dead weight. Darkness had taken her. Her body tired and drained. She dreamed.

~ Chasing the butterflies, the young woman chased them through the fields. The warm wet grass of the a summer day just after a light rain storm. It was if the earth itself was teasing her senses. "Wait!" she called loudly chasing the few flittering creatures left as the clouds turned red and orange with the dying light of the sky. "Wait..." her voice trailed as she plowed head first into the ground.~

OOCI think so

[Crimson]

Lurvak and Zaenaerys

Waiting for 'the gal' to go completely under didn't take very long. Within a few short breaths, the elf maid was already sweeping through meadows attempting to catch butterflies. At least, in her mind she was. In the mean time, the mer was forced to carry her dead weight with his still-acclimating land-legs. He was used to swimming, not hard labor!

Regardless, she may be a fair prospect for a crew -- that and she wasn't hard on the eyes. She may be useful yet. Thus, Lurvak rushed into the streets of Jaedaxia, the cold weather biting into his exposed flesh like daggers. He shivered as his strength dwindled and his breathing grew harder. Where were healers when you needed them anyway?

Deciding to ask for directions, a kind hearted Jaedaxian pointed them toward Gerard's -- just a few more blocks 'that-a-way'.



OOC: Post in the thread, Lurvak and the mod assigned to that location will mod you. We can continue this adventure in this thread when your interactions with Gerard is complete

[Cray Dolcimay]

Cray was out for his morning rooftop run. He ran every day, rain or shine. It kept him feeling good, and there was something so very calming about it. When he was running, Cray felt like he could just go. There was no obstacle too great, no distance too far. Behind him the world disappeared as he rounded the corner, and nothing existed beyond the next. His lungs rhythmically heaved as he propelled himself along the rooftops. In a less crowded city he would just as soon take the streets, but this was Jaedaxia, and to run with any speed at all he would have to bowl folks over left and right. Instead his bare feet padded against the mud rooftops of tenement buildings, where he was sure the denizens beneath had the more pressing concern of where to find their next meal.

Winded, he jogged to a stop as he neared the edge of the current building. Far below a wide broadway separated him from the next building, too far to jump. He never ran a specific route, so much as he ran until he was tired, rested a bit, then set out again. Eventually he found himself where he wanted to be. Today the place Cray wanted to be was Jumper's Rock, or so the urchins called it. It wasn't supposed to be a rock so much as an assembly of timber at the end of a jetty just outside of the city, where folks who knew how to swim could jump off. The urchin he had met earlier said that folks were known to break their legs if they didn't hit the water proper, and that sounded like just plain fun. Alas, he had been running for what felt like candlemarks, and that jetty was nowhere to be seen. Fed up, Cray caught his breath and made his way down to the street.

Just as soon as he had sat to recline on the steps of some stairs in one of the less trafficked streets, considering if it was too early in the morning for ale (part of him knew it was never too early in the morning for ale), Cray beheld the strangest sight. Walking towards him was a grotesquely coloured merman, carrying a sweet little dark-skinned elf. Now Cray had met many an elf before, mostly in less urban settings, but he had never seen one with such beautiful chocolate skin. Once he had joked in different company about how he kept getting older, but those pretty elven maidens always looked the same age.

His blood still pumping from his run and with a smile on his handsome face, Cray said, "Never though I'd see a chestnut-coloured elf, least of all in the arms of a kauli man of the deriav. Need some help there Merman? You are a merman, right?"

[Zaenaeyrs]

The sound of voices filtered in through the field's warm flowers and sun. Something about this voice cut through her world, she moaned. Her shoulder really hurt, if anything, it was the pain that made her twitch. Her body rolling away from the merman who was attempting to carry her and back down onto the ground. Adding insult to injury her unconscious mind snapped into painful wakefulness.

Zaenaerys screamed, a garbled and moaned scream. Stranged people so close to her, her mind had bearly adjusted to being in such a city alone- and she as nervous all the time. But the pain in her shoulder was more intense and reached for her l left shoulder with her right hand only to pull it away and fond her hand covered in blood."What did you do to me!?" she snarled. Her voice was pained and she hunched over as her body twitched in horrible pain.

She needed help but her arms and legs were bearly working. She just looked up at the men, with amber-brown eyes in almost a pleading manner for help. Her mind bearly formed Aelyrian words when she was not in pain so new was the language on her tounge that she often struggled with it. The only thing she was sure of right now was Elvish tounge, and she terrified and doubtful that they would understand it.

[Cray Dolcimay]

Cray jumped to his feet when the groggy (pakvora) elf rolled out of the merman's arm. Was he not holding her well enough? She hit the ground though, and jerked. And then she screamed something in elven. He looked around instinctually, wondering if anyone heard. This looked bad. Two men standing over an injured elven maiden, that had criminal written all over it. He wasn't so worried about guars, for they were none too fond of elves, but angry peasants were almost worse. They weren't afraid to scrap, and usually acted first, thought later. For the first time he got a look her shoulder. By the family! It looked like it had been put through a grainmill. How, he wondered, had she managed to do something like that. The elf hadn't the look of a warrior, but he had definitely seen frailer things that could kill him with a finger. He got the feeling that she wasn't one of them though. She had the look of a being that had been pushed around, beaten up and down, and somehow walked out of it still beautiful. He wondered if she and the kauli merman were Kammors. It seemed unlikely, seeing how really ugly the merman was with his skin as black as charcoal, but Cray could be mistaken.

He knew little of medicine, but Cray rushed to her side anyways. Even if he couldn't fix that arm, sometimes people in pain just needed some kind words to find their strength. He took her good hand in his, and gently held her face. Most of all, he looked straight into her frantic gold-brown eyes, intently, trying to catch her gaze.

"Hey, hey, it's all right," he said in common, "I know, it hurts like all hells, but we're here, and we're going to take care of you."

He looked around. The alley was still empty. Maybe they had gotten lucky.

"Now I need you to look me in the eye, all right? Okay, now breathe. Slowly. Good. Do you think you can walk?"

[Zaenaeyrs]

Eyes, Pretty. Eyes of someone else were looking at her. She could barely make them out as pained forced her to look away for him. She raised her head a little bit, the smell of sweat? No, she let her eyes drift closed trying to do as he'd instructed and breathed deeply. The smell of horses, of grass and plains drifted into her nose. Her mouth moved and she found herself unable to talk as more tears poured from her eyes .

She twitched-what ever tear filled memory she had shattered as a new wave of pain caused her to make a sound. Clearly a no- she wouldn't be walking. Zaenaerys almost wanted to get her legs under neath her but she couldn't find the strength or energy, all she could feel was the tears welling up in her eyes. And pain, blossoming again in her shoulder as her groggy mind dripped incoherent words which tumbled out of her mouth, like song. Was she singing? Or was it just the sound of pain using her mouth to express itself.

She found her fingers moving towards the warm form of the other person. This one wasn't so odd feeling. He felt normal. "Help." She managed to get the word out, it common Aelyrian. Her words were shreded whether by pain or by the fact that she didn't know the language well enough. She toppled towards him, pain forcing her into silence again.

[Cray Dolcimay]

With her second yelp of pain, Cray knew that this elf would not be walking on her own. A second later he glanced up to see a curious peasant staring at them from one end of the alley. He looked big. And nosey. Cray didn't much fancy his chances with the man. If he was good and caring, he would intervene to save the elf from her two "aggressors". If he wasn't... well... that could be entirely worse. God knows what he would do if he got his hands on some petite little elf maiden. Cray didn't want to be the man in the way of either plan, so with as much urgency as he could muster while still being tender with her wound, Cray scooped her up.

And he ran.

Over his shoulder, he called "We've got to get her to a healer!" hoping that the stranger was a kind fellow. He had passed the healer's on the way there, and now he ran back that way. If there was one thing Cray could do, it was run. He didn't much care if the merman followed or not. Honestly he looked big and mean and burly. Big enough to take on any aggressive peasant, bit mean enough that Cray had felt wary around him. Of course, it might just be the carcoal black skin. That gave him a sinister look.

Next Post: La Clinique

[Crimson]

OOC: great roleplaying After your detour in La Clinique is done, we can continue your little adventure here again if you want. OR you two can post a new thread. Just lemme know when you want me to jump back in for moderation!

[Lurvark Shelph]

ooc: sry about the delay, im back this is just a place holder atm
more will follow after i read what has happened.

Rather surprised at the speed at which this was happening, he had stayed silent and watched what had happened. Pondering on what to say, he didn't want his prize to disaprear under from his grasp.

He tried running after them, "Wait, i was taking her to a healer, ye missed the turn!"