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Anyone who wants to join can! Let's try to keep the archnemeses (plural of nemesis is nemeses, Admin) down to a max of five, persay; same with the heroes. Let's get cracking, shall we?
The young woman sprang through the undergrowth of the forest. Her clothing helped her blend in with the forest, but she did not need the camoflage. Her hunting knife lay across her right hip, and her quiver and bow across her back, both within easy reach. Her brown locks flew out behind her, her brown eyes wide with fear. The men behind her must not discover Rihana! She attempted to increase her speed in vain; the day's events had exausted her. Somewhere behind her, she heard a shout. The men were almost upon her! She spun around and halted to draw her hunting knife from it's sheath. A knife shot out from nowhere, hitting it's target in the side. The maiden collapsed, unconscious , just as the men appeared out of the forest now in front of her. As the men carried her out of the forest, her hair fell back, revealing a single, perfectly pointed ear.
submitted by Megan, age 14, Copper Isles (I
(August 16, 2009 - 1:18 pm)
(August 16, 2009 - 1:18 pm)
Oh, Mango did you say something inappropiate?
(September 12, 2009 - 5:33 pm)
Humph. You don't have to rub it in, Dawnpaw. I would punish you for that, but we're not in LakeClan, so....
(September 13, 2009 - 10:24 am)
Sorry, I was just being silly...
(September 13, 2009 - 3:39 pm)
The elven warrior was startled by the sudden arrival of the guards, but was by no means incapacitated by fear. She knew that her captors were not dull-witted; they would have taken her weapons. She also knew that there were very few men who would enjoy searching an alien female. She hoped that the latter would overwhelm the former. The warrior tripped, reaching into her right boot. She felt the reassuring touch of the cool metal of her knife, just as she was roughly pulled up and prodded in the back.
"Keep walking, and no tricks." the prodder growled. The voice sounded oddly feminine, and when the warrior turned, she was surprised to she that the owner of the voice was indeed female. She wore a scowl on her face, and a ray gun at her hip. ((Mary Liz, if you don't like this, your character can be replaced by a dumb thug. I'm flexible.)) The warrior obeyed, and the human went back to muttering about how she was "missing out on all of the fun", and never being "treated with respect, just because I'm a girl". The warrior decided that this was her chance to plant the seed of doubt and pity into the mind of the enemy.
" Excuse me, but might I ask where we are being taken?" asked the warrior.
"Oh, you're being taken to a banquet in your honor. Where did you think that you were going? It's not like you were being taken to be interrogated or anything. Now be quiet, prisoner, it's humiliating enough to have to escort you."
"I have a name, and it is not 'prisoner'. My name is Silena, and-"
"I don't care what your name is, prisoner, just keep moving." the assasin said gruffly. "I don't talk to your kind."
"I only wished to say that it is queer that you would say that you are not treated with respect because of your gender. All of my people who show aptitude in a craft are trained in it, regardless of gender. Do you mean to say that human women are not treated equal to human men?"
The assasin did not reply, but instead drove the two elves into the interrogation room. It was cold and barren, with no window. When the assasin closed the door, the room seemed to be nothing but four walls, ceiling and floor. It was the most terrifying place that Sinlena had ever seen. she could taste nothing on the air but old blood and sharp metal. No water, no trees, no freedom. This room stank of despair and pain.
The assasin smiled as she said, "Welcome to the Interrogation Room. We hope you enjoy your stay." With that, she closed the door.
(August 26, 2009 - 6:55 pm)
AAAAHHH! *holds head in agony* Too much going on!
(August 31, 2009 - 11:59 am)
(Mind if I join? If not, I can just leave *looks around hopefully*)
No one ever suspected Ilona. Placed among the humans to watch over the changling, they never saw through her disguise of peasant clothes. With long blonde hair that hid her delicately shaped ears, Ilona was an average elf with a slight build and quick agile legs. She could fit into anyone's world, elven or human, save for just one thing; her purple eyes. Her large violet eyes, framed gracefully by lashes that were blacker than night, kept Ilona from ever being normal; in the elven world or this one. And that was why she followed the men without hesitation, without fear of being missed, when they dragged the changling out of her home and away from her life.
((Is that okay? I don't think that it's very good, but I really like this roleplay and wanted to contribute))
(August 31, 2009 - 7:36 pm)
((You're very welcome here, Koffee, and that was great. :D
@ Megan: Lol. :) Very nice. "Oh no, we're being taken to a banquet in your honour." Genius.))
As Helena left, she waved cheerily and blew a kiss. "Bye now!"
~
"...and I didn't even get to use my ray gun!" she finished angrily.
"Lena," said Valour soothingly. "You're very good with prisoners, and for just that rea-"
"Lieutenant d'Mario," Helena snapped. "The least you can do is show me some respect." Then she paused and assumed a faux confused expression. "Oh wait! I forgot! Your small mental capacity doesn't even offer you the ability to do that!"
"Calm down," Valour suggested politely. "Go upstairs and change your clothes, dinner wil be served in thirty minutes. And," he added sharply, "put away the ray gun."
Helena scowled. "Everyone hates me," she announced to no one in particular.
(September 1, 2009 - 8:52 am)
(I wants to join, if there's an open site.)
(September 1, 2009 - 9:10 pm)
Ilona tracked the elf and changling hunters for a week, finally arriving at the door of the prison, as impenetrateable from the outside as it was the inside. As they dragged the changling through the door, Ilona stood torn on the outskirts of the clearing, playing the outcast role that always fit her so well. She was about to meld back in with the shadows when a girl from the group of hunters pointed at her and shouted something to the others that were already heading in behind their captive. And though every fiber of her being screamed at her to run, to outrun them and stay far away, Ilona meekly allowed herself to be easily bound captured, and lead into the impenetrateable building.
*****
((Sorry Mary W., I kind of ordered your character around. And sorry to whoever had the changling as a character (i forgot who :() If those changes aren't ok with you, tell me and I'll change it to something else :D)
(September 4, 2009 - 10:24 pm)
Can I join? I'll be a bad guy.
Sedwe is a talking perigrine (Spelling?) falcon. She's a girl.
Sedwe flew overhead, searching. The wind rustled through her feathers, making a loud whoosh sound. She sighed with annoyence, as the sound muffled the sounds below.
Then, she spotted a shape below, moving through the forest.
Sedwe smiled.
No regular human could possibly move that fast.
She thought as she flew lower to the trees.
An elf? Or not. Sedwe didn't care as she sounded the alarm.
It could be a human, but Sedwe didn't care.
(September 12, 2009 - 5:49 pm)
Everyone knew about Sedwe. Always terrified of her,whenever someone saw her, they would run in to their houses. They feared her. Sedwe could sound the alarm and take them away at any time. Any time. Watching the fleeing shapes beneath her...
Since Sedwe is a talking animal, you may expect her to be in a metal cage being interrogated. But she isn't. She never was...
(September 13, 2009 - 9:04 am)
To remove confusion, Sedwe looks for anything of interest and reports it.
(September 13, 2009 - 3:45 pm)
Hmmm... I'm posting to keep this thread alive. Live thread, live!
(September 12, 2009 - 5:51 pm)
Surinta struggled but it was no good. Her captors were strong, and they had taken her weapons. Suddenly Surinta saw a door ahead. Is this where we're going? she wondered. Sure enough, the door opened and she was dragged through. Her captor, a large, grinning man, shoved her into a chair and strapped her to it. A woman with a ray gun did the same to the other elf. A man stood in front of them, tapping his toe. "So, Surinta," he said, obviously enjoying the sight of her being strapped to a chair, helpless. "Never would have thought that you of all... people," (here he grinned wickedly) "would be interrogated in this room." Surinta gritted her teeth. Some humans were just despicable. "Well now, what's that? You don't like it?" Surinta looked away. "The questions will start... now, " the man said. "First and foremost, where is the secret land we have been looking for for so long?" The woman with the ray gun smirked. Where did they get this idea into their heads? Surinta thought bitterly. Elves roamed as they pleased: They were not confined to a certain land, as humans were. But... she thought, an idea forming in her mind, maybe it's better if they don't know the truth...
(September 13, 2009 - 10:39 am)
Alanna heard the cry of a bird. She paid no mind, though. She had somewhere to be! She had news to tell Alerron (no stealing please!) in their Secret House. It was really just a small, hidden cave in the side of a hill, but it was perfect for them. Her father, luckily, had no knowledge of her life with "that common peasant" She thought of Alerron's face. Night-black hair, those green, green eyes, deeply taned skin, and- Her thoughts were cut off suddenly. She heard the muffled sounds of horses feet. She whirled around, startled, her long, straight deep brown hiar fanned out as she spun. There was a slicing pain in her side. She cried out. Her last concious thought was "just not my stomach"
(September 13, 2009 - 10:46 am)