forum Dystopian Fantasy RP aw yeah (Private)

Started May 02, 2018 by @Young-Dusty-the-Monarch-of-Dusteria group

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Bernon woke up and stretched, yawning. The sun was shining brightly–it seemed that last night's storm had finally passed. Bernon crawled out of his patched-up tent and surveyed the view from the top of the hill he'd camped on. No life in sight as usual, just the sound of birds from the waving grass and what looked like a deer disappearing into the willows near the creek down below. Bernon started stoking the fire, rummaging in his backpack for the berries and roots he'd foraged the other day.

Tanrial had been wandering the woods with her bow for about an hour now, trying to find a deer to kill. The storm last night had prevented her from hunting so she was making the most of it, already having two rabbits on her back. When she emerged she shielded her hand from the light, as the woods and mountain caves she lived in shielded the sun most of the time. Tanrial set off towards the hills before her.

Bernon was midway through breakfast when he saw the figure approaching. He squinted at it, trying to see more details about the person, but couldn't. He decided to risk a meeting and stood up, waving his arm. The smoke from his fire would be hard to miss, he knew, and he wanted to show that he was friendly.

Tanrial saw the figure waving, obviously trying to be friendly. Tanrial gave a smug grin to her self as she knocked an arrow into her bow and fired it with much skill right past the figures ear, she wanted them to know she was armed but made her way over anyway.

Bernon yelped and dove behind his tent, peering at the stranger nervously as she approached. "Uhh….good morning," he called when she was within earshot. "Nice day, isn't it?"

Tanrial grinned, “I guess.” She called back and slung her bow across her body.

Bernon came out from behind the tent and held out his hand to shake. "Name's Bernon. You want some soup? I have a little left."

“Nah, I’m good but thanks for the offer,” Tanrial shook Bernon’s hand, her blue black hair waving in the slight breeze that had arrived, “I’m Tanrial.”

"Tanrial, eh? That's a nice name." Bernon sat back down, finishing off the last of the soup himself. "You're the first person I've seen in five….no, six days. Nice to hear a human voice again."
(Well, I gotta go to bed now sadly. See you and Amber tomorrow hopefully!)

“Not just human,” Tanrial mumbled under her breath, “Six days, why’ve you been out here so long with no contact?”
(Okie, See ya tomorrow!)

He smiled ruefully. "Well, I didn't mean to. I heard from some homesteaders that there was a settlement in this area, but their info must have been outdated. It's not a big deal though. I'm a wanderer by profession, so being alone is part of my lifestyle." He started to pack up his things, folding the cooking stand into an impossibly small and compact shape. "What about you? Are you a wanderer too?"

Tanrial shrugged, “Kinda. That settlement might be my village. It’s just on the other side of the woods back there, I’ve always enjoyed solitude so I have my own place at the base of the mountain,” She turned slightly and pointed towards the biggest, “About 5 miles that way.”

Bernon smiled. "Oh, cool! The land here must be more plentiful, then? Most settlements I've visited are closer to the coast, where the trade makes it easier to survive. I don't think any trade roads come out this far."

Tanrial turned back, “Yeah, you have to travel quite away if you want any decent trade but the village is alright with it, but some folks in the markets sell some… weird things.”

Wendla's eyes fluttered open. She was tied to a thick oak branch, backpack held tightly between her legs. With nimble fingers she undid tne rope and dropped from the tree. She hit the ground with a quiet crackle of the leaves and tightened the wool jacket around her.

(Hi Amber! ^^) "Weird things? Sounds like a place I'd like to check out," Bernon said, hoisting his large backpack onto his shoulders. "I hope they take jobs and favors as well as cash, because I've been flat broke for a while now."

As Tanrial was about to answer her ears picked up what sounded like someone dropping from a tree and had an arrow knocked in her bow in an instant, “Did you hear that?” She asked, forgetting that he might not have since he was human.

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hey sorry I don't have much on her I just made her)
Wendla pulled out a knife and inched forward, thinking she had heard voices. She walked forward and got to the edge of a clearing.

"Uh….no? What is it?"

Tanrial said nothing, her blue-gold eyes beginning to gleam with the hidden power underneath. She willed it to stop and focused on the emerging figure. She shot and it landed a foot in front of her target, “That.” She said.