Fantasy Character Castle Chronicles n.2
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@fitz sorry for the delay!
@rebekah12 Awesome! She looks super interesting!“Greetings, Nadia Fabian. I am Glenesh.” He returned the nod, speaking with a neutral cadence. “Are you a native of this place?”
Nadia shook her head. “Nay, hujor,” she said softly. It had been a very long time since she had called someone hujor, but this man seemed worthy of the honorific. “I was weaving, in my quarters of the Castle Ironstorm, then I blinked and I was here. Where did you come from, if you also are not from here?”
"Remember, you go nowhere by accident. Wherever you go, God is sending you." - Rev. Peter R. Hale
@skylarynn no worries 🙂
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‘Hujor’: another word he did not recognize, and Castle Ironstorm was a place that did not exist in Epoch. Very well then, he would put this as delicately as he could to the young woman…
“No, I am not from this place. Where I am from, I am a mage of no small significance.” There was no pride in the voice, but he softened it further before continuing. “I believe I arrived through the casting of a great spell, but what has transpired is beyond all my prediction and known power. Your eyes do not recognize the symbol upon my brow nor do your ears know my name. And you have used two words now that I do not recognize: ‘hujor’ and ‘garmaja’. I am afraid, Nadia, that despite our similar dress and shared language, we either do not come from the same world or from different times on that world. I am from the world of Epoch, does that mean anything to you?”
Is this still open to join? I had a message inviting me to join, but then I realized that was a month ago… 😛
Yep, still open! There’s a character sheet on the first page. Welcome to the castle!
"Remember, you go nowhere by accident. Wherever you go, God is sending you." - Rev. Peter R. Hale
Here’s my character. 🙂
Name: Elina Oakensong (I realize we have an Eliane as well, so feel free to shorten Elina to Lina if that lessens confusion.)
Age: 41
Occupation: Weaver by trade, but laundress by circumstance.
Family Members and Significant Others: One son, Lenso.
Personality traits: Withdrawn, loyal, voice of reason. Avoids conflict and confrontation except when her family comes into question. Then she’ll act with so much courage it’s almost carelessness.
Appearance: Small, almost malnourished frame. Dark caramel skin that is etched with scars. Deep eyes that often find themselves drifting. Angular face framed by jet black hair that has a few growing streaks of silver. Normally, she wears her hair in a single braid, but when she lets it down, it falls in soft waves down to the middle of her back. She wears a simple cotton blouse and a colored skirt that comes down to just above her ankles. Over her shoulders hangs a grey knitted shawl. Her feet are normally bare, but when she goes into town she’ll wear her pair of leather sandals.Other randomness: She has Illian blood. In my WIP, at the creation of the world, each of the races were given a gift. Illians were given the ability to heal things. However, mastering the art of healing takes practice and a skilled teacher. Elina has taught herself only a little, and accordingly can only heal minor cuts and bruises.
Awww, your character sounds lovely, it will be exciting to meet her 🙂
Thanks! Glad you like her. 🙂
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Elina’s swirling vison slowly began to still, but the dull ache remained. She put a hand to her neck, massaging the sore spot between her thumb and fingers. It helped a little. Satisfied, Elina looked up and was immediately struck with the full implications of her surroundings. This wasn’t right. The high stone arches and colorful glass panes were nothing like she had ever seen in her little village of Solns. Even the designs on tapestries hanging from the walls were foreign to her.
Was she dreaming? Was Lenso right, and the stress had finally gotten the better of her mind?
Elina stepped over to one of the windows, and the pang of cold stone on her feet at least told her she wasn’t dreaming. Through a yellow glass that made up a marigold, she looked out into a wide courtyard. Her eyes followed a stone walkway that wound around the courtyard, encircling pools and flower boxes, until it finally disappeared under a far gate.
Trying her best to keep her growing panic in check, she drew away from the window. Whatever this was, she would find out. Somehow, having a mission seemed to steady her. And with a look full of more confidence than she actually felt, she set off in search of something or someone who could help her.
*flinches* So sorry for the delay!! Apparently my post didn’t load, ’cause I can’t find it. Apologies.
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Eliane stood, her eyes closed, on the edge of a cliff overlooking the Elven Sea. The cool, salted breeze filled her face, blowing back her hair and her cloak. She liked to come here.
Usually.
She opened her eyes, then let her gaze drift towards the clear horizon.
I’m sorry, brother.
Perhaps if I hadn’t let you face her alone, you would still be here.
Or she would have fallen with him.
Eliane turned away from the ocean, forcing her mind onto other things.
Before her, the great peaks of Illyara’s Crown stood out sharply against the blue sky, and at the mountains’ feet crowded thick forests. Down the slope on Eliane’s right, the pale grass receded, at last making way for sandy beaches. To her left, the land fell away sharply into jagged rocks and other cliffs, these ones lower than the one on which she stood.
The ground ahead of her sloped downwards gently, until at last the tall pines, elms, and thick-trunked oaks of the forest took over.
This was Arianne, the island of the elves, and her home for the last century or so; maybe longer.
Eliane paused, looking out over the landscape, and letting her eyes linger on the mountains that bore her mother’s name.
Then it came.
White light seared her vision, then vanished, leaving nothing but darkness in its wake. The grass beneath her feet vanished, replaced by stone.
Her eyesight returned, faster than should have been possible, and Eliane stumbled, then found her balance again. Her hand flew to the leather-wrapped hilt of her dagger as she took in her surroundings.
Arianne, the elven-isle, was gone.
In place of the magnificent mountains, there stood a crumbling castle tower, framed by a gray sky, just visible outside of a paneless window set in stone.
Now she stood in a wide stone room, dark but for three lanterns hung in a triangle from the ceiling. The walls were bare but for an ornate tapestry hung on one and a dusty painting on another, both of them adjacent to the wall with the window.
Then Eliane realized that she wasn’t alone.
Voices drifted in through an adjacent room’s open doorway.
She drew her dagger, and stepped forward.
Hwæt! Wē Gār-Dena in geār-dagum, pēod-cyninga, prym gefrūnon, hū õā æpelingas ellen fremedon!
Sorry for the disappearance, I was lacking a computer to use and my typewriter doesn’t have internet access.
“I am from the world of Epoch, does that mean anything to you?”
Nadia shook her head. “No, it does not. And to you, do Kitharin or the Natrada mean anything to you? Those are the lands my people are from.”
"Remember, you go nowhere by accident. Wherever you go, God is sending you." - Rev. Peter R. Hale
That’s ok. I’m on vacation right now, so while I am tracking this, I don’t know how much I’ll be able to post, if at all.
Hwæt! Wē Gār-Dena in geār-dagum, pēod-cyninga, prym gefrūnon, hū õā æpelingas ellen fremedon!
No worries 🙂 my week has been rather busy, and after all the posts got deleted last week, I wasn’t eager to post more anyway.
Also, I’m not really sure what the ground rules are here. I don’t want to direct other’s characters, even if it is as little as having them arrive in a particular room (or who if anyone controls the castle?). So, feel free to have them pop in whenever you like 🙂
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Nadia shook her head. “No, it does not. And to you, do Kitharin or the Natrada mean anything to you? Those are the lands my people are from.”
Glenesh tugged gently at his beard, giving his mind time to ponder the names “… no. No they do not, at least not as locations.” He supposed that future linguistical derivation could be responsible for such names, but pursuit of such a hypothesis was unlikely to be fruitful as there would be little distinction between a world separated by space and that much time…
Coming back to the present, away from his cogitations, Glenesh let loose an easy smile “Very well then, Nadia of Castle Ironstorm, I shall introduce myself in full: I am Glenesh of the world of Epoch, I am one of its four archmages and one of its seven ancients. I serve as advisor to King Xerxes who is presides over the Atenaptran people and to whom each of the other nine nations swear allegiance.” He bent over at the waist, giving a full bow. “And it is to both my excitement and pleasure to make your acquaintance and to represent both my world and people.” He then straightened and sat at the table, his smile unfaded. “And, when you are ready, I would think it prudent to figure out why we are here.”
There were two people in the room — a man and a girl, both of them humans. Eliane held still for a moment, then let her fingers curl tighter around the hilt of her weapon.
She could hardly remember the last time she’d seen humans. It had been over a hundred years before, at least, but her senses were hardly dulled towards them.
And the last time she’d interacted with them at all, it hadn’t been good.
Eliane assumed a battle stance, and pulled her dagger arm back, displaying her blade to those before her. “Who are you?”
Hwæt! Wē Gār-Dena in geār-dagum, pēod-cyninga, prym gefrūnon, hū õā æpelingas ellen fremedon!
@everyone
You guys can feel free to make Elina do little things like follow a person or nod agreement if it’s needed to continue your charrie’s part. However, I’d rather you not do more major actions/verbal things if that’s possible (just to avoid Elina acting out of character). 🙂
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Elina padded softly down the halls for a long time, the rustle of her skirts the only noise that broke the silence. It was eerie, this place. By all appearances, it had once been a castle bustling with life and merriment, with young men and ladies dancing, and children running about in one of their games. It had tables heaped with dishes from foreign lands and musicians that played their songs until the morning light. It had been a castle that prided itself on its ability to create a sort of fantasy for its guests.
Except now, the furniture was layered in dust, the curtains sagged and the silk tablecloths were spotted with holes that had been eaten away by moths. The mother within her resisted the urge to scold whoever had allowed such poor caretaking, and focused on her task at hand.
She rounded a corner, and without thinking, let out a small cry. Before her, in an open doorway, was a young woman.
A young woman with a knife.
And a young woman who looked like she wouldn’t care if diplomacy failed.
@lonathecat @rebekah12 @skylarynn
Because I am writing Glenesh in 3rd person, ya’ll will see certain things without context. But if you have any questions about it, feel free to ask 🙂
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Providence has a sense of humor. In comedic timing, as the last words were leaving Glenesh’s mouth, an aggressive “Who are you?” sounded to his right followed by small cry. Turning to see the commotion, the second noise seemingly issued from a rather petite woman of middle age, whose life must have been harder than any person he knew.
The question, however, was given by a strange creature, who stood poised with a knife at the ready. Her form, while humanoid, was clearly not in the natural human state. Such alterations were easily possible for biomancers, but it would be very unusual for anyone to maintain said alterations – that is, if she were human at all. In either case, it seemed obvious that she possessed magical capabilities. While all three of these women contained the same deadness of the world around him, this one also displayed both the aggression of the fighters in the Great Game and the wild fear of the untamed beasts. He could not imagine existing in that state… but if she did indeed have magical abilities, then this situation would require utmost delicacy.
His smile disappeared as he quickly took in the situation. Returning to his neutral voice, he answered her question: “I am Glenesh of Kaliruhm. This besides me is Nadia Fabian.” He remained sitting and unassuming, letting the plainness of his tone ease the tension a moment before continuing. “May I ask your names?”
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