forum Fantasy, a fight against an unfair hierarchy (Open if you want to restart it(?))

Started June 18, 2018 by @Rvan group

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Because Eira is a Shadowsinger, (this is an idea and u can say no… just saying) maybe she could send shadows/ rescue them from the execution?

idk it was just an idea

I think it's a good one. What do the rest of you think?

I thought if they were blindfolded and then when they're about to be hanged Eira whistles and the shadows go YEEt and help us.

@Rvan I don’t mind

So they have absolutely no idea whats happening and they're freaking out lol

I’m cool with dat

I think it has spectacular potential. We could start off that if everyone else is good with it.

Btw, Firesky, are you there???

Ye sounds good.

We might have to start w/o Firesky, and they can always jump in later

I too approve how u guys r planning to start the story. Let’s go :)

Ya'll cool with starting now? (If so, who wants the opening line?)

I'll start if I have to lol

I’ll start if you want?

wait no

brb

Only if you want to. I'm totally cool with starting myself

I kinda want to, if your okay with that?

Of course, go ahead

The guards were bringing the prisoners onto the stand. All blindfolded and a crowd was growing with every passing second. All magic users, all of them caught using magic. Eira stood in the shadows, the shadowsinger and already sent out shadows to find a secure location for her to winnow them to. she didn’t have long, she would ahve to be quick and fast otherwise some of them would die.

Bronze would probably be the first to go. They were getting ready to put his head into the rope. He could just feel all the stress and hate in the air, a stench you couldn't shake

Why me? Sybil questioned as the guard guided her cuffed hands up a ramp and towards the ropes.
"What did I do?" She sobbed quietly. This is it.

Eira had one chance at this, one. She had to wait just a few more seconds.

Lucian’s jaw was clenched in defiance as he clenched his hands into fists. He had been turned in for helping children. Sick children. He knew magic was considered despicable, but he was doing a good thing, wasn’t he? He struggled to remember a spell from his book, but he couldn’t remember a single thing. His mind was too clouded with fear and anxiety. With his eyes covered, he couldn’t know his surroundings or see anyone’s auras. But he was sure there were other people with him, others like him. All about to die like common criminals.