The Caverns Of Parlaz'nior: RP

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OOC: Some of that is relevant but not only orcs live in Parlaz'nior, its a comunity of all who follow the religion of which's name I have misplaced.

IC: Forlion turned to see how his companions were getting on. When he saw the woman, he shouted something in another language and she stopped. She smiled appologeticly and placed and amulet around each of their necks. She kissed them all on the forehead and left.

[hippiesoul]

OOC: No, the woman was supposed to be a character anyone can play.

IC: Suddenly, an orc kid went past Cyra running, and accidentally pushed her towards the woman. The woman fell on the ground, not finishing her sentence.

"Oh gosh! Are you okay?" Cyra asked the woman.

OOC: Forget it, I posted at the same time as Rishiy. =P

Edit: Duh. Turns out I only read page 9 and posted, not realising there was a page 10. Then I saw Rishiy's post and thought we had posted at the same time.

[Gelquie]

Tylvanias looked at the woman in strangeness. Then she took a look at the amulet. It looked different from everyone else's, but everyone else had a different amulet, but Tylvanias's was really odd. She clenched it in her hand.

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"If Forlion has summoned you, it means you have will fighnt in our war. This amulet shows that you are victorious in a holy war, as we will be victorious. They also posess healing qualities. It is a custom in our religion to kiss someone on the head and give an amulet when ever someone new enters a place you own." she explained, fingering her many amulets.

[Gelquie]

OOC: Wait, I thought the woman left.

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OOC: ummm.. Ok.

This post goes furthur up the board.

IC: The woman re-enterd and carried on tormenting the travelers.

OOC: yeah, thats it!

[sollunaestrella]

"Then why didn't you do that before?" Shoni asked. "You know, the whole amulet thing...why torment us with racism when...?"

Shoni shook her head. "In any case," she continued, "thank you very much. I will be honored to help you in the war."

She fingreed her amulet, which, like everyone's own amulet, was very distinct. It rested, almost with a kind of life, beside her other amulet: it was an amulet specific to her that said in its intricate design who she was: her name, the Zirlae she possessed, her qualities, and even part of her destiny. The two amulets seemed oddly similar.

[Gelquie]

Tylvanias, distracted by her amulet, overheard Shoni and broke out of her daydream.

"War? What war do you speak of?"

[sollunaestrella]

"The war--you know, the war in Parlaz'nior. The war that this woman spoke of, and the war Forlion has explained to us," Shoni replied.

[Gelquie]

OOC: I forgot.

IC: An orc in a mysterious cloak comes in. He looks around, points at the group, and walks over to them.

"I am afraid all of you must come with me," the mysterious orc says.

"What? But wh-" Tylvanias started.

"Especially you miss," the orc interuppts, pointing at Tylvanias. "Now come."

OOC: Anyone can controll him.

The orc woman whispers to the group, "Don't do it! It's a trap!"

[sollunaestrella]

Shoni blinked, then thrust her head back and closed her eyes.

"Come on, come on...." she whipsered through clenched teeth. Finally, she gave up in despair. "My Zirlae isn't...ah...awake...as you know, it's still developing, and I can't tell who's telling the truth."

She looked around at the others uneasily.

[bludragn3]

Animus appeared by his companions again. The woman (orc, right?) looked at him and thrust a small amulet into his claws. "Here, take this," she said.

"Huh?" Animus wondered, examining the amulet. "What's it do?"

((I did this right, didn't I? I haven't been paying much attention...))

[Gelquie]

The orc (the mysterious one, not the woman), getting rather impatient, grabbed Tylvanias's arm. Tylvanias tried to use her magic to brainwash him to let go, but he grabbed the other arm too.

"Let go of me!" Tylvanias yelled.

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Forlion, still pottering with some artifacts turned. As soon as he sam the figure, he smelt a rat. He ran as fast as he could towards the stranger, he stopped, purposley colliding with Shoni, smashing her out of the way. She slammed against the far wall. He swiftly lifted a knife and tipped the hood back with it.

The Drows pearly white hair fell down around his black cheecks (No, litteraly, Drow have black skin). A knife was concealed in the sleve, the sleve that had been ever so slowly moving towards Shoni the whole time. The Drow stabbed Forlion. He fell.

Forlion looked up, battling against death. "_{Soai'vakh anem'mai tur.}" he muttered. A ray of sunlight burst through the ceiling, destroying the drow. He muttered some more words, instantly healing himself.

"Come on, their here. That was an attacker on this the main temple, without this, we dont have the blessing song, can you hear it?" he said, cocking his head to the side. HE ran out into the streets. "TUR'VAAAAAH!" he bellowed.

[sollunaestrella]

Shoni's knees gave way, and she breathed a soft prayer.

"Thank you," she said, but it was too late; Forlion had already run off.

"That's final," she muttered to herself. "As soon as I get back to Tarensdale--and heaven knows when that'll be...s'pose it could be a few years, even--I'm going back to Mamashi Arlam. My Zirlae's dreadfully weak. It was good before, but in these circumstances, I'm going to have to be able to be strong in that respect as well as with my sword."

She shook her head and said aloud and uncertainly, "What is Forlion doing...warning or something? About the...attack?"

OOC: Just in case you're wondering, Arlam is the old mage woman in Tarensdale, and she is where Shoni learned her basic Zirlae. She developed it later in other places, but Arlam knows very complex spells and stuff, and Shoni learns from her whenever she's home. This has no relevance to the current RP (or probably even to future ones; only to stories I'm writing about Shoni), but just in case you're curious....