Guardians of Kulmaine Role-Play
March 26, 2021 at 12:59 pm #126673
Welcome to the Guardians of Kulmaine role-play! Since this story has been going on for a while before coming to Story Embers, if you are a new person joining you won’t be able to read the previous posts to get background (even if you wanted to – trust me, it took me over two hours when I joined, and that was more than a year ago). Otherwise, we all know what’s going on. 🙂
"Lacho calad! Drego morn!"March 26, 2021 at 1:01 pm #126674
Due to some problems on the Doc, we’re moving to Story Embers for a safer way to communicate (plus, Story Embers is awesome, so why not?!). We’re still doing live meetings every Thursday at 2:30 pm MT in the same place, but the first chat doc has been mostly shut down for now.
- This reply was modified 3 weeks ago by Joelle Stone.
"Lacho calad! Drego morn!"March 26, 2021 at 1:09 pm #126676
Thanks for starting this!! Are we gonna start RP-ing on here instead of the RP-ing doc? (Also, should I mention nothing of the “situation” when I see BR soon?)
And one more question: Should I move the majority of my chatter here now? Is it official, the move?
If your dreams turn to dust... vacuum.
~Author UnknownMarch 26, 2021 at 1:14 pm #126682
I think maybe not mentioning the situation when you meet in person is a good idea. I think that it’d spoil the whole thing. But that’s totally up to you, since I’m not going to be there (*sniff sniff*). You know better. 🙂 (Speaking of which, remind me to ask you something when we meet up today.)
It’s up to you. I’ll be mostly talking on here now, so we can keep the Live Chat Doc solely for live chats and the other one for… well, yeah. 🙂
"Lacho calad! Drego morn!"March 26, 2021 at 1:21 pm #126685
Gotcha. *thinks drearily of times when things were so much simpler*
Yeah, it probably would. I just…. think maybe we should “clean-up” the Chat Doc before BR sees it, y’know? (Okay… *makes mental reminder to remind Kinnan*)
Got it! *makes another mental note to check SE way more*
If your dreams turn to dust... vacuum.
~Author UnknownMarch 26, 2021 at 1:22 pm #126686
Last Willow/Staria/Selena Post:
Willow woke up slowly, not remembering where she was. She opened her eyes slowly. She saw Staria with guards behind her in the entrance to… to where? Where was she? What had happened? Then it came back to her. People in black robes… surrounding the group…holding out their hands… her world going black. Willow then noticed Selena, sitting beside her. Selena was beckoning to her to get up. Willow made a move to stand up but as she did so pain shot through her leg. Willow groaned in pain. “Not now. Not that old injury!” Willow muttered under her breath. “Now was not the time for this to be flaring up again!” Willow fumed to herself. She tried to stand once more but it was in vain. She crumpled to the hard stone floor in agony. She vaguely heard someone talking before her world went black once more.
"Lacho calad! Drego morn!"March 26, 2021 at 1:23 pm #126687
Last Ariandor Post:
Hello? Ariandor called into the sudden mental darkness. Are you still there, uhhhhh whatever-your-name-is?
Ariandor shut his eyes. She, whoever she was, had managed to connect her mind to his; maybe he could do the same, somehow.
No matter what he tried, Ariandor couldn’t figure it out.
Letting out an annoyed sigh, he at last opened his eyes. Whatever the heck had just happened seemed to be over now, unfortunately.
He leaned over the circular stone-and-mortar wall surrounding the well, and began hauling back the bucket he’d let fall down it.
A bird of prey screeched overhead, and Ariandor stopped what he was doing to crane his neck and watch it.
There it was, some kind of falcon, circling overhead, but not hunting. No, it was ignoring every kind of prey animal, both land and sky, that came into its line of sight.
Almost as though it was looking for something.
But whatever it was searching for, it found, and quickly took off across the sky, away from Ariandor.
Toward the Academy’s buildings, oddly enough.
Ariandor stared after the retreating bird in confusion. Why on earth would it be going there?
Then, for reasons that he himself could not understand, he left the well, letting the bucket splash once more into the underground waters, and began to follow the falcon.
"Lacho calad! Drego morn!"March 26, 2021 at 1:25 pm #126689
Thou hast changest thy quotest whilst I was here!! (Love it, it sounds so you. XD) (That’s a compliment.)
And that may be a good idea. I’m having a hard time trying to figure out what to “clean up” and what not to. I don’t want to hurt anyone’s feelings, but I think maybe the time for careful handling is maybe over. Maybe. *sighs and thinks with Thwapling of simpler times*
"Lacho calad! Drego morn!"March 26, 2021 at 1:26 pm #126691
Last Ryli/Zanar Post:
The buttery light of the sunset–(IDK what time it is–we had that argument like a billion years ago so…)–glinted off the stone buildings, half of which, the ones on the western side of the city, were silhouetted like black building blocks against the glowing horizon. The sky, arching impossibly high above them like a star-speckled bowl, reminded Zanar of an easter egg, with its stripes of velvety blue to pastel yellow around the melting orb of the sun.
He was so absorbed with the breath-taking sight, it took him a moment to realize that Ryli was leaning out behind Konan’s neck, squeezing her eyes shut. She started slipping down his smooth scales, about to fall off and plummet to the ground–
Zanar’s arm shot forward like a rattlesnake and hauled his Guarded back onto the wheeling dragon. His heart pounded in his ears with all the blunt force of a mallet, and his stomach flip-flopped with fluttering butterflies born from the close-call.
But Ryli seemed oblivious to the danger she’d barely scraped by. Instead, she ripped open her eyelids as an expression of crestfallen heartbrokenness twisted across her pretty features. Then that look faded into something like fear and confusion.
As Zanar’s silvery strands of hair whipped in the hissing wind, the young Guardian secured an arm around her to make sure a fall like that was avoided and asked, “What? What happened?”
She explained something about a lack of the others’ flames and how that meant something was really wrong.
“Huh,” Zanar said. “Really? Let me try.” He closed his eyes, which had begun to ache from the stinging wind, and opened his mind to the dancing flames–only to find inky cold darkness. He felt himself flinching physically, but shut his eyes tighter and groped through the blackness.
But there was no colorful flame leaping in his mind, allowing his friends’ voices to flood his head. There was nothing. Just frigid silence.
He opened his eyes and chewed his lip. “This is bad. But maybe Cat or Miria or whoever in the Capitol will have an idea? C’mon, let’s land Konan and find them.”
"Lacho calad! Drego morn!"March 26, 2021 at 1:27 pm #126692
Last Vivian/Peter Post:
By Yours Truly:
She could feel Arba’s stare. Vivian did her best not to tremble. The girl had many a time blamed her for things Arba herself had done, and Vivian had been punished for it. Needless to say, a slave was punished much more severely than a beloved daughter.
“Talek, take the bird from her,” Arba commanded. “Kill it, or throw it away, or something, then bring Vivian along. We’re going home.”
Vivian couldn’t help her shudder as she heard Arba’s bodyguard make his way towards her. She kept her back to her mistress, intent on showing her distaste until the last second.
Just then Rush screeched, flapped his wings madly in Vivian’s face, soared to the top of the arching ceiling, dive bombed Talek’s bald head, and shot out of the window. All three humans stood there in shock for a moment before Arba shrugged. “Well, that was easy. Come along, Vivian. You’ve been a naughty girl, and it’s time you faced the consequences for that.”
No. Fear bit into Vivian’s heart. She couldn’t go back. Not now. Not ever.
The words of her song burst from her lips as Vivian spun on her heel and charged to the window, clearing the sill even as Talek’s fingers snapped shut on empty air. She was free for her last moment. And it was worth it.
"Lacho calad! Drego morn!"March 26, 2021 at 1:30 pm #126694
Last Vin/Cat/Miria Post:
“Vin,” Commander Harkley greeted sternly as he entered. His posture was ramrod straight, and though he was affectionate, he acted like his post both at home and out of it.
“Father,” Vin returned respectfully. “I didn’t know what to do–they are chipless, and said they needed to talk to someone in charge.”
The commander raised an eyebrow in surprise as disappointment clouded his eyes at the situation.
“We do,” Cat asserted, stepping forward with her chin raised. “It’s urgent.”
“Very well.” Commander Harkley seemed a little put out. He was polite, but stiffly so, wary of outsiders that could be here to waste time or cause trouble. “Proceed.”
Cat glared at the older man. “Our news is for the king and the king alone.”
“I am one of his most trusted commanders and, as such, will not waste his time nor put him in danger.”
“So says you.” Cat folded her arms. “But we’ve met enough shady types to know that there are a lotta liars around.”
“Did you just call my father a liar?” Vin asked.
Commander Harkley paused, studying Cat intensely. The redhead glared back, and they were locked in steely-eyed combat.
“Please forgive Catherine, Commander Harkley,” Miria said, stepping in front of Cat. The Capitizen commander turned his attention to the girl, appraising her. “She hasn’t had much proper training.”
Miria took a deep breath. “My name is Miria Lynx. I’m the daughter of Arthur Lynx, an evil man who is a trainer at one of the highest-security extremely-dangerous unknown-of rebels in Kulmaine. It’s called the Academy.” Miria glanced at Cat. “Cat lived there for a while. They’re training kids to be ultimate warriors and are planning to take over Kulmaine, and Skyinia-” She pauses, hesitating, before plunging ahead. “Ahem, yes, Skyinia – it is real, by the way, we’ve been there – by killing Guarded Kulmainians so that their Guardians will die. The Academy has weapons that are able to take down the Capitol if we aren’t ready, and some of our friends are on their way to get rid of the catapults before they can do much harm. Others of our friend went searching for another companion of ours, Lia Queenswoman-Macken-”
Once again she was interrupted, but this time it was by a quiet intake of breath from Vin as his father bristled at the name.
“You know Lia Queenswoman-Macken?” Commander Harkley interrupted, his gaze stern.
“Um, yes? Do you?”
“Yes. You say she is your companion?”
The commander glanced at his son as he spoke, censoring his speech. “She arrived recently.” He turned back to the duo, looking them over as if viewing them in a new light. He moves to speak, but is interrupted by Cat.
“The point is,” Cat said, not very gently pushing past Miria. She was still angry about the whole Catherine thing. “The Capitol is soon going to be under attack by massive forces with massive weapons and massive cunning. Now will you take us to the king?”
“As I was about to say,” Commander Harkley began, somehow more stern than before, “You may come with me.”
The two girls glanced at each other, clearly excited. Commander Harkley cleared his throat, interrupting the nonverbal exchange happening. “And I suggest we go now. If your information is correct, then time is of the essence.” He turned on his polished-boot heel and made for the opening that doubled as a door.
Vin leapt to his feet. “May I come, Father?”
“Don’t you need to return to work? I will not have my son shirking his responsibilities.”
Vin thought for a moment, then shook his head. “Reivu’s keeping an eye on things.”
“You may check with Gatekeeper Beck, and if he agrees-”
A whoop formed in Vin’s mouth but he swallowed it, instead mirroring his father’s military demeanor and tone, “Thank you, sir.”
“Of course. Now come, we have matters to discuss.”
"Lacho calad! Drego morn!"March 26, 2021 at 1:30 pm #126695
Aha! I hast! (And why thank you 😛 Yours sounds so you as well. *thinks of when Frodo first met Gildor in the LOTR*
And yeah… Good point. I just think that when she sees this, she’ll be confused and probably check the Doc, and then be freaked out, even with the editing… Oh, maybe just delete everything above of yours and Bekah’s posts of encouragement. (You know the ones? I’m trying not to say too much XD)
If your dreams turn to dust... vacuum.
~Author UnknownMarch 26, 2021 at 1:32 pm #126698
Ooh, yeah. That wouldn’t be good. I think we could delete those; she’ll probably get the gist of what’s going on from what we wrote.
(Aww, thx! It’s probably my favorite LOTR quote – why not put Gildor in the movies?!?! I mean COME ON!)
"Lacho calad! Drego morn!"March 26, 2021 at 1:33 pm #126699
Last Lia Post:
The world went in and out as doctors rushed to help the teen. There’s no clear storyline to what happened, just snippets of consciousness. A family friend. “Lia?”
"Lacho calad! Drego morn!"March 26, 2021 at 1:35 pm #126701
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