| Welcome to Imythess, the border between dreams and reality. We hope you enjoy your visit. Imythess is a creative writing board where you narrate the story of a character in the medieval land of Imythess, on the planet Chaon. Each topic is an opportunity for your character to interact with the world and its peoples by cooperatively writing pieces of a story with other members, one post at a time. We call this role-playing, because you assume the identity of your character as if it were your own. In order to play, you must register an account for each character you would like to write about, and begin their tale by filling out their basic profile information: Race (human, elf, demon, etc.), class (warrior, mage, etc.), physical appearance, and any other personal details you would like to describe. You are also encouraged to come up with some background history information for what your character's life has been like up to the point at which their story in Imythess begins. There is no approval process or application required to join, so long as you follow the rules then you are free to write whatever character details you choose. Registration is simple, fast, and completely free. Create a character now! If you're already a member, you can log into your account below: |
| Nature Shall Bloom Eternal [P]; Rin | |
|---|---|
| Topic Started: Thu Aug 4, 2011 2:27 am (421 Views) | |
| Seti Thutmose | Wed Oct 19, 2011 8:34 am Post #31 |
 
|
Seti didn't notice the girl's actions to retrieve her sword, keeping his eyes ahead to the shore. He honestly would have preferred to die there if he had a choice in the matter, the earth beneath his feed something that comforted him. He wondered if that was a trait of Ghashurk that bled into him, something that his time with the elemental had installed into his very being. Just as another one of them that he hid within had changed the color of his eye, or the tone of his hair. He regretted some of the decisions he had made, as always, but he knew that without these things that changed and warped him he wouldn't have survived his time alone in the desert. For each and every thing there is a season, as they say. Then again a man of the desert didn't exactly see many of those bloody seasons. When the girl made her way over to him and told him to take her hand he didn't offer any response, her warning of it stinging being something he accepted stoically. He already accepted the fact that anything that would get him out of this was likely painful and life threatening, and if the girl had a plan he would go with it with whatever trust he could logically give to another living creature. It wasn't much, but her origins calmed him for one reason or another. A small snort echoed in his head when these thoughts passed through his mind, Ghashurk obviously disgusted by the show of compassion in Seti. 'There are times when you surpass my expectations and make me glad to have accepted our deal, Seti Thutmose. This is not one of those moments, I'm afraid.' He didn't have time to relish that for once he had put the elemental off of it's feet and made it displeased of it's prison. The hiss of the water filled his ears as a haze of steam spread, the flames that the woman had used to turn his newest weapon he brought against her were brought against the waters of the oasis this time, creating a smoke screen to defend them. He smiled, somewhat impressed at whatever unseen thing had created the girl. The name of it already escaped him, but whatever he or she was it certainly did it's job well. Creativity and power showed in impressive amounts. He didn't have time to commend her for her action, however, the girl dragging him along and out of the water. He looked down at his injured leg and understood immediately that if he let go his life probably wouldn't last much longer. The haze in his head because of the blood loss, and the damage to his head thanks to the summons he had cast earlier made an awful mix to his mind. His memory of the maze of roads that made up the town jumbled in his head, mingling together in an incomprehensible mess. He found himself somewhat curious if Ghashurk had something to do with it, perhaps helping to worsen the situation for his own amusement. And as always the only thought that entered his mind was a stony laugh, the elemental avoiding the accusations of it's host and continuing it's lethargic existence. He would honestly need to rethink these deals so he got more then sarcastic comments and painful cuts for his deals. It was certainly troublesome. The hovel that the girl had found for them to use as a place to hide was nothing impressive, but to Seti it was like a castle. He hadn't been in a building in years, years that he had lost count of. He took a seat on the floor, running a hand over the surface of the wall to appreciate the masonry. By normal standards it was pathetic, but to him it was wonderful. The stinging pain in his leg reminded him that he didn't have time for reverie. he sighed and began to tear at the pant leg that was already stained with blood and water, tying it just above the wound. The cloth would do little to bandage then it would sitting on it. He smiled and sighed, "Thank you for the rescue, Senet. I suppose now I simply hope the house will remain unchecked. At least until night, under the defense of the stars I could escape into the sands and find one of the many holes in the stone to defend myself in. I trust you got what you were searching for?" From the intensity that the girl had shown to the subject not long before, he felt quite certain that she had. When one is willing to kill without discrimination and pause, you do not simply retreat because an ally you were willing to kill is about to fall. You finished your work no matter what, any cost worth it so long as it was complete. With a smile, he showed clearly that he felt no ill will, understanding completely the zealous passion it took to reach that level of dedication. At least, that is how he viewed it, his opinion obviously painted by his own personal experiences. He absently began to tie the scarf that he used to cover his face earlier in the day around his wound, tying it tight enough that even the tourniquet that he tied above felt loose. He didn't like the prospect of dying to blood loss after finally getting out of the area. |
 |
 
|
| Rin | Fri Oct 21, 2011 1:28 pm Post #32 |
|
Rin turned to face the cultist, her expression a blank mask. Internally, the girl was struggling with the decision of what to do about Seti. True, he had proven useful several times during the day's activities, but he had also tried to stop her from reclaiming the page. A man whose allegiance changed so often and without warning could clearly not be trusted. She absentmindedly raised one hand to brush her fingers against the ribbons on her right arm, feeling the power of the Grimoire pulsing from underneath the thick fabric. Her mission would have been much more successful if Seti had assisted her for the entire time instead of suddenly deciding to betray her. Now she had to choose if his traitorous ways merited further punishment. Before she could reach a decision there was a quick, hurried knock on the door of the hut. The construct peeked out of the window, seeing one of the town guardsmen standing outside of the hovel. He was the only sentry in sight and looked rather forlorn as he pounded on the door. She looked at Seti and pressed a finger to her lips before creeping over to the doorway. She stood behind it as she opened it, making sure that she couldn't be seen. The guard stepped inside, speaking quickly. "I'm sorry Ms. Arlen, we just need to chec-" His voice trailed off as he saw the cultist tying the scarf around his leg like a tourniquet. Before he could draw his weapon or shout out an alarm Rin was on him, hooking one foot around his ankles as she slammed her elbow into his temple. The man crumpled instantly, eyes rolling back in his head as he fell onto the hard floor. She shut the door again carefully, shaking her head in frustration. It was too dangerous to stay here. "You can wait for night, Seti. I am leaving now." She opened her satchel, pulling out a wad of cloth. Shaking it out revealed a worn cloak preferred by the military forces of Istan. It was pure white and hemmed in red silk ribbons. Rin wrapped the garment around her shoulders, clasping it at her neck and pulling up the hood . With the traveling cloak she was almost completely unrecognizable. The girl snapped her fingers at Laevateinn. The greatsword shimmered for a moment before disappearing in a flash of flame. "Thank you for your assistance." She nodded to the man before opening the door again, stepping out into the street and immediately heading for the edge of the town. Her escape went unnoticed by the citizens and guardsmen, and her quick pace soon led her over the closest dune and out of sight of the small village. The girl hugged herself underneath the cloak as she trudged through the shifting sand. Although Rin understood the necessity of her task, she was slightly worried about the denizens of the town. Without the oasis there was no reason to live in such a forlorn environment. Although the water currently stored in the pool might last for as long as a month, without the restorative powers of the Grimoire's page it would eventually wither. The men, women, and children who had tried to scratch out a life here would either have to flee their homes or die with the oasis when it was reclaimed by the desert. Strangely, she did not feel any true guilt about her role in destroying the town. Rin mused on the matter as she wandered in a northerly direction, pulled towards the next closest page of the Grand Grimoire. |
|
|
|
| Seti Thutmose | Wed Oct 26, 2011 4:24 pm Post #33 |
|
Seti found himself instinctively moving for the shadow of the wall he had his back to, wanting to keep the guard from seeing him until the last second. The wound on his leg wasn't something that would allow that, however, the throbbing pain in his leg starting to take over the pain that had been shattering it's way through his skull. He would need to find a splint for it, he thought, something to make it functional. The wound would make the limb useless for some time without it. He still did not regret a single decision he had made, holding true to his beliefs all the while. He watched with quite a bit of interest as the girl pounced on her prey, more then willing to take the man down silently and without mercy to ensure that they were not found out. He raised his brow, some-what curious as to the people the guard seemed to be referring to when he had entered the house, thinking to find them. If there was truth to the man's words that there were indeed people living in this hovel of a home, then he would need to leave here much sooner then first light. He turned to find a small wooden table setup in the corner of the room, the legs perfectly straight and rather smooth. They would have to do. He crawled his way across the room, a painful act if ever he felt one but he kept his wits about him. He would need to be able to take such things if he was to ever do anything more spectacular then helping to drain the magic out of a well, after all. What would he think of himself if he couldn't aspire to more then that? He neared the table and pulled back his uninjured leg, slamming it hard into the place where the leg met the table, snapping it beneath the strength of the kick. He wrapped his scarf tightly around his leg with the wooden leg braced against it. He winced at the pain that shot up his leg but accepted the fact that it wasn't going to stop hurting until it was closed and then it would probably still ache and throb painfully. He somewhat regretted being human at that very moment. He turned his head slightly to hear what the girl had to say before taking her leave. He simply smiled and chuckled softly, "Well met, Senet. May the sands guide you to the next stone on your path. Let us hope for your sake the next one is not more resistant to the flames of your rage, aye?" He chuckled again and turned back, not seeing anything else he could really use to help him work. He would need to shamble as fast as possible, then, under the cover of whatever he could salvage from the guard. He held his hand to the wall and limped over to the corpse, pulling off a cloak that had very little blood on it considering the wounds. He would have to hope someone didn't pay him much mind. He put it on, checking one last time to see if he could find something on the guard before leaving himself. It didn't take long for him to reach the perimeter of the town, his memory easily tracing a path through the town he had noted wasn't very much taken when he passed through before. There was more traffic, he assumed rogues of the town or at least something similar since the guards were in force in other areas. As he reached the wild sands of the desert, he turned his head back. 'Death has such a little cost on your conscience when it comes to your ideals, Seti Thutmose?' Seti put a grimace on his face, his jaw locked in determination, "Do not ask questions you know the answer to, Ghashurk. Blood will run in rivers if my cause asks for it." The elemental fell silent, quietly content with what the cultist had responded with. That was exactly the sort of thing that made him happy to be at one with the cultist, and so very like in heart to him. |
|
|
|
| 2 users reading this topic (2 Guests and 0 Anonymous) | |
| « Previous Topic · Istan Desert · Next Topic » |
4:41 PM May 22
