The immortal Queen Nerium Avenel has ruled over the country of Nyrx for the last 150 or so years with a heavy hand and a cold heart. Most of her subjects are barely scraping by, while the queen holds lavish balls and feasts at least once a week at her fortress in the center of the capital city. As winter draws nearer, many people are losing hope– including Alex's family. With food and money growing scarcer every day, Alex decides to try and to kill Queen Avenel– they have nothing to lose. The only problem is, Alex has no idea how they're going to survive the trek into the deadly Everlasting Woods, where the Mortum Blade, the only thing that could kill the immortal queen, is hidden. Fortunately for them, that stranger in the corner of the bar seems to know a lot about the Everlasting Woods and the Mortum Blade…
Rules/Things to know:
- So, basically, you would be Alex– the name is just a placeholder, so feel free to replace it with your own character– and I would be the stranger.
- The world this is set in has magic, so your character can have magic. Please don't have any OP characters, though.
- Try and keep the story going, and keep your one-liners to a minimum. It's fine if you have a few, just please don't do them every single time.
- Please ask before you join!
- You can use a premade character or make one up, but I'm thinking we simply go in blind, with maybe a simple understanding of what the characters look like.
- If you have any questions about anything, just ask!
Sicc
I got a guy who's almost like a sponge when it comes to magic. He can, like, catch magic and hold it in until he wants to send it back out
He's straight, tho, so if that's an issue, I can bounce and leave this for someone else
Oh, that's fine! Could you just provide a short description of what he looks like? I'll do the same.
Around 5'10" and a bit on the skinny side. His hair is just an absolute mess, so bad that he'd given up on it. His skin is pale and his eyes are a dark hazel. Very unassuming, essentially.
Okay, thanks! My girl is almost 5'8" and slim. She has wavy shoulder-length hair, cut choppily and dyed red a while back, so her roots are now her natural black hair color. She has dark green eyes and lightly tanned skin.
Great! Will you be starting, or will I?
I will be impatiently waiting for it
Luci quickly made her way down the street, keeping one arm close to her side to stop the folder full of notes hidden under her jacket from falling to the ground. She turned down a narrow street, which was just barely lit by a few flickering lamps. Luci slowed her pace as she neared the end of the street, which dead-ended at a run-down building marked only by a handpainted sign proclaiming, "BAR". A small smile appeared on her lips as she opened the door and hurried to the back of the room. Hopefully, this place would be too small for the soldiers to bother searching it.
"…And I'm like, 'screw it,' y'know?" a young man said, leaning casually against the bar while he spoke to the dumbfounded bartender. "If I don't got nothin' left to lose, why not kill 'er?"
The young man was….well, unassuming. His body, while not anemic, was nowhere close to being buff, with the long, thin legs of a runner and small hands. He had a babyface, barely looking over 16 despite the fact he was 3 years into his 20's, which met he'd often get ID checked anywhere he'd go, topped off with the fact his hair looked like it looked like it needed a haircut two years ago. All of this made the words he was saying sound utterly ridiculous.
"A-aren't you worried talking about this might get you in trouble?" the bartender asked, his eyes bulging out of his head like two oversized golf balls.
"Nah," the young man shrugged off the idea. "I mean, like I said, I ain't got nothin' left to lose, man. Why not go out with a bang, y'know?"
The place was pretty empty– exactly how Luci wanted it. There was a table of young people playing cards by the door, and a young man talking to the bartender about killing someone, which made her smile. Luci pulled the folder out of her jacket and set it on the table, then sat down and opened it. The very first page was blank except for the words "How To Kill Queen Avenel In A Few Easy Steps". She pushed that page towards the edge of the table and spread the rest of the pages around on the table. They were covered in scribbles and notes, as well as a few drawings of a sword.
"B-…..how will you even get close to the Queen?" The bartender's hand gripped a rag and was half-way out of a glass cup, as if the conversation baffled him so much that he paused mid-clean.
"I haven't gotten that far yet," the young man admitted, taking a sip of a bluish-green mixture in the cup in his hand. "But from what I know, there's some fuckin' sword in the middle of a forest that could kill 'er. The forest is supposed to be dangerous as hell, though. But, I mean, worth a shot, right?"
"Hell no!" the bartender said, his jaw dropping at the man's recklessness. "You are bloody insane!"
"Maybe." He took another sip of his drink and shrugged off the insult. "But someone's gotta be."
Luci's head snapped up when she heard what the two men at the bar were talking about. Apparently, she wasn't the only person who was trying to stop the queen. But she'd be the only person who actually got far enough to actually kill Queen Avenel. Well, she hoped that would be the case. Her eyes dropped back to the paper in front of her, which was listing the things that would kill a person in the Everlasting Woods.
The bartender slowly stepped away from the man as the soldiers that had chased Luci walked into the bar, each one holding a large metal baton and wearing body armor.
"We're looking for a woman who's carrying a-"
"Nevermind that!" the bartender interrupted, pointing to the man leaning against the bar still. "He's speaking of killing the bloody Queen!"
The leading officer stepped forward and out a hand on the young man's shoulder. "What's your name, punk?"
(Will the cops have magic?)
(Probably. A few of them might not, but most of them will.)
Luci looked up when the door opened again, her heart skipping a beat. "Shit…" Luci quickly swept all the papers into the folder and stuffed it under her coat again. This was just her luck. Her eyes swept the bar, looking for a back door or window she could use to escape. There. A door leading into the back of the building. Luci stood up slowly and took a few hesitant steps towards the door, muttering a silent thank you to the unfortunate young man at the bar for distracting the cops.
"Runner," the man said, gripping the cup tightly.
In the blink of an eye, Runner turned around and splashed the alcoholic drink into the captain's eyes. It stung the unfortunate fellow like the dickens, since there was also hot sauce in the beverage. Then, to add insult to injury, he slammed the glass on the top of the captain's helmet, sending him crashing to the floor. Before the others could even react, Runner had kicked over the couple of barstools in his path and was running at a dead sprint to the backdoor Luci had just noticed. In a flash, he was out the door. Little did anyone know, though, he'd stopped and stood to the right of the door, his whole body tensed and ready to attack.
"Hey, that's the girl we've been looking for!" one of the other officer's shouted, pointing to the woman.
He couldn't just leave her there. Fuck fuck fuck. This is a dumb idea.
"Are you kidding me?" Luci glared at the man– Runner, apparently– and started sprinting as well. She reached the door and flung it open, revealing a narrow hallway leading to another door. "Thank you for this, by the way. I love spending my time running from the police."
"Get behind me," he said simply, stepping in between her and the door. "Or run. It's your choice, really."
The first officer through the door took a kick to the gut that carried a surprising amount of strength, knocking the cop onto his ass. The second one, who was much smarter, send a bolt of lighting through the door, striking Runner straight in the chest. It was a spell that was powerful enough to kill someone, since electricity was one of the most powerful forms of magic there was. Yet the only sign of injury Runner had was a scorched hole in his shirt, directly where the lighting had struck him
With a loud grunt, Runner threw his right hand out, carrying with it a giant gust of wind strong enough to knock the door off of its hinges and send the police officers flying across the bar.
"Run," he insisted, pushing her towards the exit when he turned around.
"Huh." Luci raised an eyebrow, then turned and ran towards the door. She hurriedly opened the door and burst into the alley behind the bar. It was freezing outside, but Luci didn't seem to be too bothered by that. "Thanks for saving me, I guess." She glanced up and down the alley, then took a few steps towards the left. "Why were you telling someone about wanting to kill the queen, anyways?"
"Think we should talk about this after we get away from the men wearing body armor and carrying clubs, yeah?" he asked, looking left and right. There was a dumpster right next to the door.
"How grossed out are you by smells?" he asked, pointing to the dumpster. "'Cause unless you got a better option…"
With another grunt, he ran over to the metal container and jumped inside, leaving the lid open for her as well. it was one of the big industrial sized ones, so they wouldn't be cuddled up against each other. Yelling began from inside the bar, along with heavy footsteps heading for the door.
(I keep on pressing the enter button early ;-;)
"Yeah, that's probably a good idea." Luci looked at where he was pointing and shrugged. "It's better than getting arrested, that's for sure." She glanced at the door leading into the bar, then jumped into the container and closed the lid. After getting into a comfortable position, she checked inside her coat for the folder. Her fingers hit paper, making her relax ever so slightly. At least this wouldn't slow her down too much.
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