Welcome to Legends of Kateria, an open plot, original fantasy board. We're a character centric board, though we do have "plot arcs" at all times. Check out the rules, and feel free to ask any questions! We'd love to have you!













  Reply to this topicStart new topic

 The white haired menace, ~ Tag Ruby Rated M for abused cursing.
Kyanide
 Posted: Dec 21 2011, 07:05 PM
Quote Post
N/A
N/A
N/A
Unguilded
N/A
3 POSTS


"Shhh! Be quiet!" a villager snapped. "She can hear us!"

"From all the way out here? Don't be absurd. She doesn't talk to the wind. Wind doesn't have a voice!" a woman scolded. "Then how did she know about Miss Thompson's new kid huh? She hasn't been out of her house in months!" "She probably heard about it through her brother. Really now, she's already a mental case, can't you all just let it go? Give her mother one less thing to worry about? She's not a wit--" the woman began to chastise, before another grown man shouted.

"Bull -fucking- SHIT. Lassie, you hadn't been out here for as long as we had.." he said, gesturing to the small crowd that had accumulated in the town square again. "She's a spirit, that 'un is. I know it. This place NEDDER had any troubles with the weather 'til that pasty faced little sprite came around. And it doesn't take much either. Just does one of her devil-dances and BAM. A hurricane within a week. JUST LOOK AT HOW MANY HOMES WERE DESTROYED THIS YEAR DUE TO FLOODING.."

"Why did you all keep rebuilding homes there, KNOWING it was a floodplain?" the woman questioned. "Get back in the house Lassie, this is a man's job. We gotta get that damned spirit outta this town before she blows the whole damned thing over.." and the crowd behind him cheered. Pitch forks were raised, and torches flew. "DEATH TO THE DEMON CHILD.." someone screamed. And off they proceeded to march.. until someone screamed.. "BUT WAIT.."

One-eye Bill wasn't known for much smarts.. but something dawned upon him that made him realize.. that perhaps marching to kill the woman wasn't such a smart idea. "... wuttif she gets angry?" he asked. "Well, of course she's gonna get angry, we're gonna kill her.." the leader responded. "No no.. like.. wuttif she gets angry, and then, um, she riles the wind, and destroys the town? We can't just go on in 'dere and kill her, because if she escapes, she'll kill us all with them demonwinds!" he shouted, his arms flailing. "Hmm.. he's gotta point. LET's.. come up with a new plan!" The mob started to cheer, and proceeded to sit down in town square.. mumbling possible solutions to the problem.

It was a cool night, just a few clouds in the sky, the warm flickering flames accenting the blue blanket that coated the area. Crickets echoed into the wind, and fireflies danced about the plains. A rustle of wind made the villagers hold their breath for a moment.. and then they continued their hushed whispers. Such was the simple, and stupid way of rural life. They were so absorbed into their plotting, that they had not noticed the new arrivals coming up the street..
PM
^
Merle Shepherdson
 Posted: Dec 21 2011, 07:20 PM
Quote Post
N/A
N/A
N/A
Unguilded
N/A
5 POSTS


Money money money.

He needed it to buy things. Items. Food, mostly. Well, that wasn't true. He could always go home and stock up on supplies before heading out, but he absolutely hated being bogged down with unnecessary packages. He wasn't about to go out and buy a horse and carriage just to tote things around. No, he was satisfied with the clothes on his back and the satchel across his shoulders.

While in Fort Lima, he had heard some guards joking about some frost witch. Now, frost witches were almost unheard of nowadays, but maybe they were just telling old stories. But they mentioned a specific town, and that piqued his interest. The guards said something about a frost witch, or some kind of elemental spirit-demon thing (bless them, they were warriors, they didn't know the difference) plaguing the town. Apparently there was a reward out for her head, if it had a head at all. Elementals were notorious for being incorporeal and all.

Of course, without writing, Merle couldn't take the offer seriously. Besides, news traveled fast and furious in Kateria, who knows what he would find if he set out on a journey to find this frost witch demon elemental with a thousand heads, as the guards were now spinning. He passed them by, adjusted his shoulder strap and left the town.

Once out of the town and far enough out of ear or eyesight, he shifted fluidly into his dragon form. The wind blew through the faint fur that layered his scales and he spread his wings, catching a thermal. It wasn't long before he spotted the town. He landed and shifted back into his human form far enough out of their eyesight for them to miss him.

As he approached the town, it was night time. There was a considerable ruckus going on in the town square. Pitchforks and torches and angry people. It was an angry unruly mob! He pulled his hood back, exposing his touseled brown hair and his bright emerald eyes. Watching the crowd for a moment, he stood there with his arms crossed. Finally, he cleared his throat. No response.

"Ahem." and again, no response.

He adjusted his belt, where a pair of sharp looking one-handed battle axes rested on either side of him.

"What's going on here?!" he finally shouted, hoping to rouse them from their mumblings. His voice echoed against the other buildings in the town.


--------------------
user posted image
PM
^
Sabien LaRoue
 Posted: Dec 21 2011, 08:18 PM
Quote Post
N/A
N/A
N/A
Unguilded
N/A
22 POSTS


Suddenly.. the crowd fell silent, looking at the newcomer with contempt and disdain. The town generally didn't like change, and an outsider really wasn't welcome, especially at a time like this. So, for a moment, there was this awkward silence, where a certain joke about awkward silences could have been cracked save the circumstance of the century the town was in. And finally, One-Eyed Bill decided to be a brave soul, and explain the upcoming..

"We're tryin t'kill the witch!" he whispered. Someone smacked him. "Why'd you go tell him? He could be an agent for the witch!" he shouted. "Come on, you know the witch doesn't like people. Why would she talk to people when she's got wind?" he reasoned. "Ye, but now she might know and it's all your fault!" the leader shouted. "But why? What if.. iffen you blew it for all of us, with all yer goddamned screaming?" Bill shouted, pointing a broken finger at him. The crowd let out a bunch of frustrating groaning. But.. since the man was here anyways.. Bill decided to explain the logic..

"Well.. we're tryin to. See, we wuz gonna just go up to her home and burn her. But.. I got to thinkin.. she's a witch and all right? What iffen she does some voodoo stuff with the wind and makes a huge storm and blows errything over? You can't just go upsettin witches.. you got kids here! So we wuz trying to find a way to somehow.. unmagic the witch so that she dun kill us all when we kill her." he said nodding.

"Well.. what if we wait till she's sleepin..?" someone thought.. Suddenly, the crowd nodded in agreement. You can't cast spells if you're asleep right? "... do witches even sleep?" a child asked. And suddenly, the crowd was left without words, coming up with their own theories to answer the child, silly things like 'They ate cats so they didn't need to sleep' and 'They slept... but with their eyes open' and other things.. realizing all and all that they couldn't kill her while she was asleep.. because witches don't sleep..

"Grr.. we need an exorcist.." the leader groaned. "We had 'un. He ran away remember?" Bill comment. "QUIET BILL. NO ONE ASKED YOU." he shouted.

--------------------
user posted image
PM
^
Merle Shepherdson
 Posted: Dec 22 2011, 02:07 AM
Quote Post
N/A
N/A
N/A
Unguilded
N/A
5 POSTS


They fell silent, their eyes wide like saucers as they stared at him. All at once he felt as if they were ripping pieces of him out of his body, turning it over in their grubby little hands before shoving the molested pieces back inside his body. A chill ran down his spine and his breath hitched in his throat for a moment and he felt the need to turn around and run away, never to return.

But then someone spoke up. A witch! They were trying to kill the witch! Apparently, the guards had heard correctly. A mob-member smacked him upside the head before scolding him and they quickly devolved into their mindless bickering. He sighed, his shoulders drooping, watching and listening.

They needed an exorcist, apparently. While he couldn't physically do anything to the witch outside of killing her (which they would probably be okay with anyway), he could probably bind the elementals to the elemental plane such that she couldn't make use of them. While that would cause widespread drought for a while, he was sure the plains goers could deal with it until they settled things with the witch -- and then he could come back and unbind them and things would be great.

"What if I could do something?" he asked, unfolding his arms and stepping forward a bit. "Point me in her direction. I can take care of this. I am a shaman, after all." he said rather proudly, his chest puffing slightly and his shoulders straightening. He almost looked impressive.

--------------------
user posted image
PM
^
Sabien LaRoue
 Posted: Dec 22 2011, 02:47 AM
Quote Post
N/A
N/A
N/A
Unguilded
N/A
22 POSTS


"A shaman?"

A sharp gasp took the mob. "A shaman?.. I never seen a shaman. I didn't even knew shamans still existed.." the mutterings went on. The townspeople bickered and awed at him.. for they had heard the tales of the mighty shamans that traveled around the world and bridged connections between the material world and the astral planes. Was he really one of those miracle workers? Along with mutterings came with stupid questions that I'm not going to list because they're stupid, like 'Can you turn water into wine?' and so on and so forth..

"Enough!" the leader shouted. He folded his arms in skepticism. "So, you think you can just simply banish the creature that has been tormenting us for the last twenty two years?" he said. "Fine then, we will give you a chance! Let me warn you though, the creature is a nasty, hideous thing, with hair whiter then snow, and eyes that could send even the most brave into cowards. She speaks with the wind like it's.. it's her pet! And not even our most accomplished priests.. (by priests, he means the one priest that runs the one church that everyone goes to..) could get rid of that scourge.. and if you FUCK UP.. we'll burn YOU and HER." he shouted.

After a moment's silence, everyone started cheering and wishing the shaman luck. "She lives down that road, torwards the end of town. That big ol' corn field.. that's er family. She lives there.. AND BEWARE OF HER EYES. THEY INSTILL FEAR INTO ALL WHO LOOK INEM.." the man said, pushing the shaman in the direction of the witch.

--------------------
user posted image
PM
^
1 User(s) are reading this topic (1 Guests and 0 Anonymous Users)
0 Members:

Topic Options Reply to this topicStart new topic