Siolfor Online [Dead SB]

Tanahú - COF Hunter

I was, for a moment, miffed and distracted by Mikera's comment on my unusual use for windows, but then I realized she was asking me my home village.
"I am of the Canto Tribe in the Nume region; in the Tohm mountains" I replied, giving as much a distinguished air as could befit on of my heritage. "My ancestors have been among the mountains for centuries beyond memory."
If Mikera was impressed by my words, she did not show it. I was about to say more when I saw something that shook me from my proud thoughts of my family. A young man swathed in dark clothes entered an inn, tossing a coin bag like he had no worries in the world. Very soon his thoughts about worries would suddenly cloud: it was my wallet he was tossing!
"Stop, thief!"I shouted, charging for the man as hard as I could.
I unslung my rifle and cocked the pan open; one squeeze of my finger and the thief would have a finger-sized hole between his eyes. He was another human, and I had not yet killed a man, so I hoped he would drop my money simply at the sight of a dangerous weapon. My mistake.
The thief seemed to melt away at a tremendous speed, but I could hear the soft pad, pad of his feet as he escaped.
"Come on, Mikera!" I shouted, running after the thief without looking back to see if the huntress followed.
I turned a corner into a long, long alley, bordered on both sides with high walls. The thief was almost at the end of the alley, soon to sip through my fingers.
This is it, I thought to myself. I'll kill him.
I had just raised my gun when I realized the thief had stopped, facing the other way.
"What have we here?" a leering voice called out.
I looked on and saw a troupe of colorfully dressed men, obviously the guard of Siolfor. My face brightened at the sight of them: they'd sort this out neatly, no more thief trickery involved.
"Two men at each others throats, and one with a 'pretty likkle gun, eh?" The man, who was a captain by his medallions but seemed not by his face or speech, walked down the alley with long strides and clamped a heavy hand on my shoulder. "Looks like we'll have to take all of 'em, and her too, she looks like an accomplice."
I looked back and saw the shocked and betrayed expression on Mikera's face. Slowly the reality of my situation and the brashness of my actions hit me full force. I hung my head in shame; this was not a good day...at all.

Charlotte - HM sailor

The rush of guards past Charlotte and into the alleyway after the two hunters and supposed thief threw her off her balance.

Miffed, she turned away from the crowd and walked in the opposite direction. Unfortunately she soon realized that her destination was in that alley. "Hell of a time to figure out where I'm going," she sighed.

If she was going to go through that alley, she would have to rid it of the guards. And she couldn't let a fellow lawbreaker be hauled in for what could be easily construed as a misunderstanding.

"Excuse me, men," she said as she walked into the alley. Thankfully she hadn't thought to change from her sailing clothes. People just generally bowed to the will of a hardy sailor. "I do believe you have some of my crew there."

"Crew?" the captain asked. "I believe here we have two hunters and a man who appears to be a thief. Not a sailor in sight. And you, I find it hard to believe you to be a captain yourself. What decent lady lives such a life?"

Charlotte laughed. "You would think that wouldn't you... Well anyways, I pride my crew on its diversity. Hunters are quite strong if you give them the chance for hard labor." She explained.

"If they do belong to you, then you will be able to explain why this one," he gestured to the man with the gun, "is taking aim on that one." he pointed at the 'theif'.

"Not only do I captain the finest crew in the sea, but I lead the proudest, most accomplished troupe of performers this side of Touchstone." she explained. "May I introduce myself, I am Captain Charlotte." she said with a sweeping bow.

The guards eyed her skeptically, and turned to the others in the alley. Charlotte really hoped they would play along. It really wouldn't help her to be hauled off to prison now. She also hoped not a single one of them called her Charlotte after the guard left. She deplored such intimacy, especially from strangers.

*I know, I know, the ol' "we're in a play" routine. *

**Sorry I took so long to post! Been busy with NaNo. >.<**

Alymaria - Hunter

I crouched under a snow-covered tree, hardly daring to breathe. The fur coat that I had picked up was wrapped around my upper body, but it wasn't doing much good. My breath formed in small white clouds in front of my face. I held my bow carefully. Many Hunters had injured or killed themselves by accidentally shooting themselves. My eyes were resting on a bear that was lumbering through the forest. I took careful aim... and fired.

The arrow caught the bear in the shoulder. It let out a roar of pain and charged at me, but I already had another arrow speeding towards it. This one slammed right into its forehead. It stopped and fell to the ground. I smiled and walked over to it, my boots crunching in the snow. I found nothing of value, but one of my arrows was still intact. I pulled it out of the bear and returned it to my quiver. There’s nothing to do around here any more, I thought irritably.

It was true. I had done everything that I was capable of around here.

Maybe Siolfor has something interesting to do.

I slung my bow onto my back and began walking down the path. It was narrow and actually disappeared in some places.

Look out Siolfor, here I come!

Darsidian - Thief

At the sight of a rifle being aimed straight at him, Darsidian cursed his own arrogance. It was hardly becoming of a thief to toss a freshly stolen wallet from hand to hand when his target was still hovering about. On the other hand, there was no way he was about to be caught in a city - what research he had done so far had yielded a wealth of abilities to help him escape such situations.

He was stopped in his tracks, however, at the end of one alley, skidding to a halt before several heavily armed, gaudily dressed men. Guards...damnit, I never would have had this problem in Touchstone. He could see now why Siolfor held so few thieves compared to the cities to its east and west - the guards didn't seem to be corruptible.

And then, mercifully, Charlotte appeared. Darsidian knew her vaguely, from times he'd contracted her to ship stolen goods from Touchstone to the Black Jolly. He hadn't known her by name, given that their only contact had been on business, but her impeccable timing was more than appreciated by the thief.

Catching on to her plan with all the ease of an accomplished con man, he sketched a bow almost matching the captain's in its intricacy. "Indeed, sirs, the captain speaks the truth. You see, a play is far more poignant when the audience does not immediately realise the fiction of it. Often, as is the case now, it can be enhanced by their very participation." He gave a small, jovial smirk, "Though it would perhaps have been more beneficial if we had reached the full sight of the public first. As things are, our audience is restricted to your fine selves."

Skyla - HM

She leaned quietly against the tree, her hood pulled over her face. A wind whipped her cloak about her legs, showing the deep purple skirt that clung to her ankles. It was a nice day, with some trying out new items, others, like her, contemplating their next move. She rubbed the coing in her pocket. A Scorch Medallion, copper and black, it held a hole in the middle which I had used to tie a string around. The twine bit the flesh on my wrist, digging in where I had wrapped it around.

I heard a pop behind me, and then another, and another. I turned my head to see a mage, in a bright pink tunic and matching tights, levitating a few inches off the ground. Her hand was palm up, and a little ball was glowing above it. A crowd had started to form, and she did a backwards flip, landing on the ground. They clapped at the feat, but all I could focus on was the ball. After a few more tricks she put the ball in her pocket, set an open bag with a few coins in it, and bowed. A few silver coins were thrown into the bag and the crowd dispersed.

Just as the girl was about to collect her coins, I walked up and tossed in my own gold. She looked up and smiled. "Thanks to you," she said warmly.

"Where exactly did you find that ball?" I asked, trying to cover up the longing in my voice. "Don't worry, I won't tell."

The lady stood up, proving to be a few inches taller than me. She looked behind and then at the gold coin in her bag. "You have any more of these?" she asked with a sly grin. She jingled the coins. I smiled, reached into my pocket which only had one left in it and tossed it in.

"Look for Kyle the Kind in Siolfor," she said quietly, then turned to leave.

Siolfor, I thought. And Kyle the Kind. That is no doubt the worst black market name I have ever heard. It may be far, but I need to get that.

Tanahú - COF Hunter

I watched with growing interest and anticipation as the pir- Sailor introduced herself to the Siolfor guards and named us as he crew. It was with disgust, however, that I listened to the words spewing from the thief's lips. Such eloquence did not belong to such a soul as his; but then again, a silver tongue oft accompanies a black heart...
"...your fine selves"
Flattery will get you nowhere, thief, I thought inwardly, but then I spoke aloud: "Perhaps we could demonstrate our abilities on a public stage, perhaps some open square...?"
My suggestion trailed off, but the guard captain wasn't picking up on it. In his eyes I saw that he still considered dragging us off to the Siolfor prisons and leaving us to stew for a few nights. I'd seen the same done in Nume countless times, and had even been inside the cold cells, but the stone and iron never seemed closer than when I saw it represented in the cold glare of the guard captain.
"I don't like the lot of 'em," one of the guardsmen muttered to the captain. "We should probably take them up to the Circ-"
"Shut yer yap!" the captain snapped, turning back to our group, now brought together at the points of the guardsmens' spears.
Spears, huh it seemed so primitive.
The captain finally looked at Charlotte -Captain Charlotte- with a gaze that could've melted stone.
"Get yer crew out of Siolfor," he ordered, sliding his sword back into its sheath. "And I don't want to clap eyes on the lot of you again!"
That was bad news: I had to stay in Siolfor.

Charlotte - HM Sailor

The guards stormed out of the alley, leaving Charlotte with her newest 'crew'. She rolled her eyes and waited until the guards were long gone.

"Well, it's been swell, but I'll be going," she said to the hunters and thief. "No need for thanks, I didn't do it for you."

The hunters had looks of confusion of their faces, but Darsidian only smirked. They were much alike, the sailor and the thief. The path Charlotte had taken in her life was hardly an honorable one, even for a sailor.

Charlotte set off down the alley and turned into a plain looking doorway. It was the address she had been looking for. She checked the package quickly to be sure it was still in tact and then stepped through the entrance into a dimly lit room.

Tanahú - COF Hunter

The sailor left as quick as she came, and I grabbed the scruff of the filthy thief's black cloak before he could escape again. The man's brown eyes were filled with fear, or anger, something I could not tell from a mere glance. His belt was littered with bottles, pouches and a short sword -which I quickly relieved him of- but my wallet was no where to be seen.
"Where did you ferret my wallet, you measly thief?" I grabbed his grey tunic and spat the word out like a curse; every fibre of my body meant it so. "I swear that I'll tear your body into shreds before y-"
"A little off your line of work, eh, Hunter?" the other man suddenly cut in, accented his words with a slight cock of his head and a wink.
"What?" I was confused with his playful attitude amidst (I thought) terrible fear.
"You'd prefer to blow my head off with your blunderbuss there, wouldn't you?" he asked, dropping his tone into mock seriousness. "After all, it's more like a Swordsman to tear things apart: I wouldn't even think you could with your snow-starved arms."
It was an insult to my weapon and mountain-land, but I refused to show anything outwardly. The thief could insult me until midnight: I wasn't giving up.
"Make your choice, thief," I said, pulling my gloved fist back for full effect.
I saw him grit his teeth and set his face with a grim look, as if he'd take the blow like a man. How strange...

Mikera - COF Hunter

Mikera had waited quietly in the shadows when the guards arrived. She had stayed as motionless as possible, hoping that if the excuse fell through, the guards would overlook her.

But the excuse convinced the guards, with only a warning to leave. Mikera felt relatively neutral about this sentance. She had been in Siolfer for too long; Mikera ached to be back in the forests of Nume.

But Mikera was jerked out of her thoughts when Tanahú grabbed his thief threateningly. He tore the man's sword from his belt and tossed it to Mikera, who only barely managed to catch it in her surprise. She watched Tanahú proceed to threaten the thief, but his threats seemed to have no affect on the man.

"Stop it!" snapped Mikera suddenly. Tanahú and the thief both glanced over their shoulders to stare at her. Mikera threw the thief's sword into the dirt distastefully. "Fools," she snapped. "Do you want the guards to come back?"

Charlotte - HM Sailor

"Welcome, Captain," a dry, aged voice said in the darkness. "I have been expecting you. Sailor warned me of your coming."

So she didn't know the man's real name either. It wasn't a surprise, no one ever had. He was just known as 'Sailor'. Charlotte did wonder, though, why Sailor would tell this old woman to be expecting her but wouldn't just deliver the package himself.

"Yes, I have brought a package from the Black Jolly." Charlotte said.

The woman appeared out of the darkness with a freshly lit oil lantern. She was best described as a hag. Obviously she was a witch doctor, a glorified healer. Charlotte wondered what gave her the right to declare herself a mage and live amongst them in this place.

"Give it to me," she said, grabbing the package away before Charlotte had the chance to respond.

She tore the brown paper away and rummaged through the contents of the box. Charlotte could not get a good look at what was inside.

"That scoundrel!" she shouted.

"What?" Charlotte asked.

"He left out several of my requests!"

Charlotte shrugged. "That's what happens when you deal with most of the residents of the Black Jolly. Sailor's aren't exactly the most reliable group of people."

The old woman glared at Charlotte. "This is of the utmost importance." she said. "Sailor knew that. Now I'll have to hire someone to retrieve the missing items for me."

Charlotte began to back out of the room. "Yes, well good luck with that." she said.

"Wait!" the witch doctor demanded. "You, Captain, will retrieve the items for me. Or I'll be sure you never sail again!"

Charlotte weighed her options. She could run, and hope the old woman was just trying to frighten her into helping. Or, she could do what the woman asked. Even if she herself lacked the power, there were several mages around that did."

"I will do as you ask." Charlotte decided.

"Good, good," she said. The woman went to a table and grabbed a piece of parchment and a writing utensil. She scribbled a list of instructions onto it and handed it to Charlotte. "Now, bring me each of these items. Unfortunately, Sailor only contributed what could be found in the Black Jolly. That leaves at least one item from each major settlement in this godforsaken country."

Charlotte groaned. This was a quest, she was in no mood for a quest. "Why is this all so important?"

"You've heard of the darkness approaching?" the woman asked.

"Yes."

"It has to do with forcing it back where it comes from," she said. "Now off with you!"

Charlotte exited the building in a hurry. When she returned to the alley, her 'crew' was still there. They didn't seem to be enjoying eachother either. Charlotte examined the list. She wouldn't be able to get it all on her own. First off, she had very limited knowledge of most of the cities in the country. Secondly, it would take an experienced thief to retrieve some of these items for sure.

"Excuse me, my new and certainly loyal crew," Charlotte said, approaching the group in the alley. "I have a proposition."

*anyone up for a quest? Sorry it's long, but it sort of gives us a direction. If its not okay, I can change it.*

Alymaria - Hunter

There it was. Siolfor.

I smiled and quickened my pace.

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A while later I was wandering the streets of Siolfor, looking for something interesting to do. I was tired and lost in throught, and I found myself wandering into the alleys of the city. I wasn't paying any attention to where I was going.

The next thing I knew I had ran into someone. They stumbled forwards and I took a few steps back, snapped out of my daydreams. "Sorry, I didn't see you there," I said sheepishly.

**Is it still okay to join?**

Name: Bronwyn Fears (Bron or Fears)

Age: 22

Status: Registered member - Swordsman

Appearance: Bronwyn has long, straight brown hair that falls right passed his broad, strong shoulders and dark, enchanting blue eyes. His body is stalk full of chisled muscle, but he does have many scars. One stretches from his left shoulder to the middle of his lower back, countless star-shaped stars from arrow wounds all over his body, and a scar on the entire right side of his face from when he was a child. He carries his sword on his back, along his a great axe, a short sword on his belt, and two daggers in each of his boots in case he’s disarmed.

Bron – http://nathie.deviantart.com/art/Before ... -140677961

His clothes - http://nathie.deviantart.com/art/The-Me ... -106960203

Starting Position: Worar

Background: Growing up, life was hard for Bron. Sure, he had a home to stay, and he had a family, and didn't live out on the streets like a beggar, but he wished he was one rather than taking punishments from his father when he didn't beat his brother, who was twelve years his senior, in a daily duel that they had everyday from Bron's ninth birthday, when his father game him his first sword, the short sword he carries on his belt to this day. When he was twelve, his father got so angry, he sliced the right side of his face with his own sword, leaving an eight inch scar from Bron's temple, to his chin, which is how people mainly tell him apart from the other warriors when they're on the battle field, hence the reason for all his scars enemies have inflicted. In other words, he's not a very well-liked man.

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Bron grunted as he slid from his horse's saddle, which a stable boy quickly grabbed the reigns to and led into a stall. Bron flipped the boy a gold coin when he reappeared before Bron strode out of the stables. The last town he was in, Worar, bored him almost to his grave. There wasn't a single, interesting soul within its walls and he just couldn't stand it.

With a shake of his head, Bron started through the city streets, admiring the architecture the walls held and all the intricate designs on the buildings, visible to only those who were truly paying close attention. As he walked through an alley way, his long fingers dancing across the side of the building, he stopped, attempting to read a saying within the designs of the wall, one that was in his native tongue.

Fight for nothing but thine own desire.

Well, that's what it said when translated into normal tongue, otherwise it seemed like a bunch of jibberish to the untrained eye. Suddenly, something small, but carrying a lot of force, slammed into Bron's back, sending him forward a few steps. The other body took a couple, unsteady steps back and Bron turned to look at the person, his eyes almost humorous when he realized a woman ran into him with enough force to come close to knocking him over.

"Sorry, I didn't see you there." She smiled sheepishly, finally opening her scrunched up eyes, which quickly looked up at Bron's face. Didn't see him? Was she blind or something? This thought, plus the surprised look on the girl's face, made the corners of Bron's lips twitch up in almost a smile.

"It's fine," he smirked, his voice deep and rugged from days of staying to himself and silent.

Darsidian - Thief

Even in his current position, he couldn't help but mock the hunter. Not only was it amusing to him to test how far he could push someone, it was (in part) distracting him from the wallet Darsidian had hidden. Even if the hunter believed he was still looking for it, his anger was slowly pushing him away from finding it. And he was sure to get sloppy soon.

"Fools," the other hunter growled, "Do you want the guards to come back?"

Darsidian turned that annoyingly merry grin on her now. "Well, why not? Sure, I'll spend a night in a cell, but that's nothing new." One of his hands worked its way back beneath his cloak, drawing one of the knives that the hunter had failed to notice. "And besides, I can just-"

His plan was interrupted by the return of Charlotte to the alleyway. "Excuse me, my new and certainly loyal crew," she said, "I have a proposition."

"What's the pay?" Those quick words were, naturally, straight from the thief. It was unlikely that either of the others would want to get involved in anything an accomplished captain might need to bring outside help for. But Darsidian knew that he needed plenty of coin to achieve his ends.

**I'm all for the quest, I was gonna have Tanahú lead everyone to their deaths at the brink of the darkness, but that's a better idea. Chupatoasta, you're welcome to join. Two or three more people and we'll shut the storybook off from the outside world, muahahaha**

Tanahú - COF Hunter

Not only was the thief beginning to irk me, and my new-found friend trying to stop me (didn't she udnerstand I couldn't pay her without my wallet?) but the sailor had to return, her errand over rather quickly.
"...I have a proposition."
"What's the pay?"
The thief, even under my hold, had his mind on money, even after he'd taken my wallet. His impudence (and uncontrollable urge for gold) disgusted me. I threw him down as hard as I could and stepped away from him.
"One would be a imbecile to think of the pay over the logistics of the task," I reasoned, looking the Sailor in the eye. "After all, a full purse is useless to the dead fool."
"Scared, trigger-happy?" The thief instantly retorted.
I glared at him and looked to the Sailor for an answer. Out of the corner of my eye I watched Mikera: if she joined the Sailor was defintly getting a solid escort, but I doubted the thief...

Alymaria - Hunter

I was slightly intimidated by this Swordsman, but I didn't show it. A small smile tugged at the corners of my lips. "My name's Alymaria."

"Bron," he replied.

I held out my hand for him to shake. "Nice to meet you. What brings you to Siolfor?"