forum Many Worlds, Two Characters O/O CLOSED

Started March 31, 2020 by @Echo_6 group

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@Book__Dragon Come hither for our roleplay. Ready thy character and we may begin.

Who dares summon me?!?!

I'm ready

I dare to summon thee!!
Would you like a template?

Sure?

Name:
Age:
Race:
Likes:
Dislikes:
Height:
Weight:
Weapons:
Supplies:
Anything else you want to add:

Name: Castomiar (Cassio)
Age: Young adult
Race: Star
Likes: Storms, Space
Dislikes: Heights, Enclosed spaces,
Height: 5ft 7ins
Weight: ~120lbs
Weapons: Sword, Staff, Bow
Supplies: Riza, rope, small knife, silver ring, rations? idk
Anything else you want to add: Dark hair-longer on the top then the bottom- and dark eyes, dark tan skin tone
(eh)

Name: Tolkalee Sylali

Age: 27

Race: Elf

Likes: His little sister, running water, spring, snow in the winter, his friends from the military, cats, wolves, leaves, helping others, keeping his herbs organized, stargazing, wind, the rain, thunderstorms, his horse, clouds.

Dislikes: Entitled people, people being idiots, people in general, his old general, his parents, leather straps, needles, cobras.

Height: 5'7

Weight: 138 lbs

Weapons: Bow, short sword, longsword, dual wield swords, two daggers.

Supplies: First aid kit, torch, flint, thatch, his cloak, a few days worth of bread, lock pick, a water canteen.

Anything else you want to add: His necklace. He has one eye, and his hair is in a man bun. (just because)

Familiarity does not directly translate over into comfort. It can, of course, but not always. Or ever, really, in Cassio's case. He should know, he happened to be familiar with a lot of things that could not be described with the word comfort outside of incredible, unhealthy amounts of sarcasm. Like now, for instance. The feeling of falling and flying and floating all at once that accompanied jumps happened to be very familiar. It was not very comforting. Mercifully, it never lasted long. Just long enough to simultaneously feel like there were walls closing in around him and like he'd somehow fallen into the empty void of space. Which, he conceded, could very well happen. Not a particularly plausible outcome, but perfectly possible nonetheless. Again, not comforting, but disturbingly familiar in all the wrong ways.

As the vaguely tingly-numb sensation slowly faded from his limbs, traded out for an all-encompassing ache, the rest of the day (night?) caught up with him. The only upside to jumps was the brief numbing that followed. But it was just that, brief. The consecutive migraine wasted absolutely no time walloping him upside the head and leaving him to blink stars from his vision and resist the urge to stab himself in the face. Repeatedly. Familiar, yes. Not comforting, or comfortable for that matter. Also, jumping burned a lot of calories and energy. Neither of which he had to begin with. He'd basically been living off of the memory of sleep and maybe half a slice of cheese when he got cornered and then been forced into a jump. So his organs could probably be excused for plotting mutiny, but coupled with the throbbing migraine threatening to shut down any and all higher brain function, the exhaustion that had creeped into his bones and decided to set up camp weeks ago, and the stress of everything in general but especially the involuntary jump made for a delightful concoction of misery with extra existential dread on the side.

He really needed to move. He didn't know where he was. But the forest floor he currently found himself lying on was decidedly softer than any other surface he'd had the pleasure of waking up on in the last month. Maybe longer. The tangle of leaves and branches above him blocked out the sky better than half the shelters he'd camped in lately. The sounds of the forest settled around him, soothing like a blanket and instilling a sense of security he hadn't experienced in ages. Never moving again sounded perfectly reasonable. Besides, his limbs apparently decided to turn into lead weights sometime when he wasn't paying attention and he probably couldn't move them even if he really wanted to.

(Good grief you wrote an essay!)

Tolkalee woke up, and sat up almost immediately. He was shaking, breathing erratically, and covered in a cold sweat. Studying his hands, he could see that they were still covered in blood, but in a blink they were normal again. The screams and war cries still echoed in his ears. Tolkalee waited a moment, before standing up and walking around the room. He walked around the room for a little bit, then he decided to go outside.
Crickets chirped, and the moon shone through the trees. A breeze caused the leaves to shake and branches to creak. Tolkalee paused for a moment and looked around. He felt a little more at peace being able to see the stars but that didn't change what had just happened. Things like this happened at random. Usually when something was about to happen. An attack, a new mission, a threat, a possible threat, sometimes nothing at all. He couldn't be sure.
He made his way through the dark woods, letting his feet take him wherever. He came to a stop by a creek. The slow water made a soothing sound. He sat down and leaned against a tree, closing his eyes and listening to the creek, bubble slightly next to him.

As much as Cassio would like to lay in the forest forever and let himself become one with nature in the most literal and permanent of ways, his body refused to grant him even the bittersweet release of unconsciousness. In frustration he dragged his hands–his limbs had not yet made the transformation back to flesh and blood, instead still insisting on their charming lead-weight status, unfortunately–across his face, scrubbing his eyes hard enough to see spots. Could he damage his eyes accidentally by rubbing them too hard? He'd never considered it before. The fact that the thought didn't actually bother him much should probably be concerning. Running his fingers through his hair he let out a frustrated huff. For a moment, the old, tired anger at the unfairness of it all stirred faintly before settling back into exhausted resignation. That anger had burned hot and bright and, ultimately, burned itself out just as fast.
He was just so tired.
The trees did a remarkable job blocking out the stars, but the natural darkness of night was unmistakable. Not that it really made that much of a difference. It did mean that he needed to keep a lid on his "sparkling", as Riza oh so affectionately dubbed it. His nose wrinkled at the thought even as he finally coaxed his stiff, aching muscles into sitting up. Coaxing was a loose term. His limbs were still lead. His lovely jump-induced migraine spiked with the movement, reminding him that, oh yeah, he'd kind of rather be dead right now, and he ground his palms into his eyes in retaliation. Maybe he'd get lucky and these woods didn't harbor any sort of sentient, most-probably-evil-and-out-to-get-him, life and he could just spend the next decade mourning the death of his will to live. Just because it had never happened before didn't mean that this couldn't be the exception.
He almost laughed.

Tolkalee started think about how long it had been since something had actually happened. He hadn't gotten any calls to action in almost sixteen years now. It made him wonder, was this that calm before the storm? Or was he being paranoid? He hadn't heard anything, and no one had come looking for him. He would have known. So maybe there wasn't anything. But he couldn't help but feel like something was out of place. He hadn't gone to check on the other Warriors in quite a while. Maybe something was wrong that one of them couldn't get help for.
He decided it was time to go and check on everyone, and then go deep into the heart of Seige and find out if they were plotting something and no one knew about it. Whatever the case he needed to do something or he was going to lose his mind.

All the trees looked the same. He'd been wandering around somewhat aimlessly for the better part of an hour now and all he had to show for it was that now he had absolutely no idea where he was. Because of course the first thing he managed to do was get lost. Technically, his traitorous brain corrected him, he wasn't any less lost earlier, because it wasn't like he'd known where he was then either.
Cassio hated technicalities almost as much as he hated jumps.
Briefly, he considered waking Riza up and asking her for help. Briefly. Before he remembered that pocket dragons were particularly petty when woken up for stupid reasons, and since she wasn't going to have any more of an idea of where to go than him, waking her up to ask for directions definitely qualified as a stupid reason. Besides, where would he even be asking her for directions to? He scrubbed his hands through his hair, fingers catching on tangles that would become nightmares if not addressed soon. Frustration built up in his chest to an unbearable level and he regarded the trees near him with something like contemplation. If he bashed his head into one hard enough maybe he'd fall into a coma.
Pushing all thoughts of potentially concussing himself on purpose to the side to revisit at a later date, Cassio tried to focus. His migraine, which had yet to give him any semblance of peace, certainly didn't help his focus any. He hated post-jump everythings with the sort of burning passion that only a star could manage. Coming up with a grand total of zero brilliant ideas on what to do next he weighed the potential pros and cons of just, screaming. It wouldn't solve anything necessarily, but he might feel better.
He glared up at the moon like it was the sole source of all his problems. With nothing better to do, he started his endlessly useless wandering again. He didn't scream but it was a near thing.

Back at his home, Tolkalee pulled on some clean clothes and his hoodie, pulled his quiver and bow over his shoulder, tightened the straps, and picked up his backpack. Then he pulled his hood up and opened the door ready to leave. Pausing briefly to look back at his one room house. Somehow he knew that it was going to be a long while before he saw this place again.
The door closed with a dull thud behind him as he started away from the place he called home. The sky was starting to show signs of light, and the stars were fading. In approximately one hour the sun would be poking up from behind the mountains.
He made his way to the meadows that were nearby. There he found his horse. A Rocky Mountain male that he'd trained from a colt. With one sharp whistle the cream colored horse pranced up to him tossing it's head. High stepping to show off. A smile crossed Tolkalee's face as he watched the attempt to impress him.
"What are you doing?" he asked still smiling. His fingers laced through the matted mane of his companion. In one clean movement he mounted. He prefered ride bareback, though he still used a reign, to allow grip for whenever they had to take off rapidly.
"Come on Rocco, we have places to be," he settled and urged the steed to a slow canter.

The quiet trickle of water over stones reached Cassio's ears as the stars started fading in lieu of the sun's arrival. He never liked this time of day, when the stars blinked out one by one. It hit a little too close to home. Still, the light of daytime would be beneficial he supposed. Following the sound of moving water, he finally came upon a large clearing split by a lazy stream. A smile pulled at his lips at the sight, his shoulders relaxing fractionally. Moving water was the safest he was going to get short of digging an actual well. He swallowed convulsively, painfully, at the thought of finally rectifying the actual desert that was his throat and mouth. He hesitated at the edge of the tree-line, he hadn't survived this long by being stupid and waltzing out into the open under the dusk light without checking the place out first was stupid. No matter how much just the idea of water had him wanting to throw caution to the wind and sprint to it.
He did a quick, thorough perimeter check, leaving the relative safety of the woods would be safer before the sun peaked over the distant mountains. While he still had the hazy, uncertain light of dusk to offer him whatever protection it could. Satisfied, he crept over to the stream silently, his body unconsciously following the natural patterns of shadow movement to lower the chances of being spotted. All of his senses came alive, electric and painfully hypersensitive to the slightest changes in his surroundings. He knelt by the water's edge and scooped the water up, bringing his cupped hands to his mouth. His dark eyes, burning and itchy with an all-too-familiar exhaustion, never stopped scanning the area for threats. The crisp, slightly metallic water was like a balm on his throat, settling some of his frazzled nerves. Even if he had nothing else, even if his head still pounded relentlessly, even if his stomach had long since given in to nauseating cramps, even if he was completely alone and lost on an unfamiliar planet, he now had water.