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[RP] The Second World

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Lunartic:
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The longbow's steady rhythm resonated over the field. Her aim was getting much better at faster speeds. It was mid afternoon when she set out to the archery range. It was a good way to wind down from hours of housework, and she made an effort to get at least one hour of practice in everyday. She collected her arrows and went back inside to help her mother with supper: a hearty beef stew.

The meal had left her filled and drowsy. It was rare for her to sleep so early, but it was a refreshing change from her regular habit. Floressa made sure her equipment was ready before falling to sleep. Longbow, dagger, tunic, boots, cloak and quiver. She made all her clothes by hand, scrutinizing over every detail to ensure they are tailored exactly for her. She rubbed part of the tunic. The stitch was holding strong. She could still remember the wild cat that tore at her, its menacing claws digging into her flesh. She stood before a mirror, staring at the scar on her left side. It was almost unnoticeable now. But there was no time for personal grooming. Sunset was fading into night, and she wanted to be up early.

She didn't want to wake up on the forest floor, however. She was not familiar with her surroundings. She hadn't gone too deep into the trees that lay behind her land. Suddenly a sound. Movement in the bush. A large animal, not a common hare. Floressa's instincts told her not to follow, but curiosity led her on. " Where are you going... " she whispered to herself. It was fast, but not quiet. Its tracks were so obvious she could almost follow it without her cousin's training. On and on she followed, not knowing where she was being led, only that she had to go.

Until it led her to a grove with a pond and waterfall, but no sign of any animal. Just a tall woman and and a scraggly boy. Not quite the beast she expected.

WhistfulSoul:
Tyrren walked out of the cave at the sound of another set of footsteps. He was investigating but there wasn't much in the cave besides a bed and large shard of mirror-like rock. Once he walked back into the sunlight, however, he was surprisingly greeted by another beautiful girl who could have passed for either a regular mortal or an elf. Things just uhh... Hmm. Keep getting.. Bet- weirder. He looked down at the pond for a second to see himself blush before he looked at the maiden with a guarded look. Is she another person that you wanted here?

The maiden gave him a small smile as if to apologize for the mysteries. Yes, she too was guided here by Kaiyos, by very impressive means. Good work, onto the next. He should be here soon. The boy nodded and turned into what seemed to be a cloud before it floated above the treeline and out of sight. Tyrren sighed and tried not to look directly at the girl for fear of embarrassing himself, but said in a semi-defeated tone, Welcome to the grove, where all your questions will be answered soon, including my name. He sat down next to the pond and closed his eyes, waiting for the next arrival.

Desbear:
Duriel stumbled off into his home, it hadn't been a long day all things considered, but it was a hard one. He had gotten many more customers than he was expecting today, and it had been a real test of his talent at this point, but he felt good about it. He stretched as he walked towards his bed, he had eaten his meals whilst on his shift, so for now, he just had to get to sleep... For tomorrow wasn't going to be any easier. He slumped into his bed, and began to lay down, staring off into the only sky he knew-- The ceiling above. He began to think about what life on the surface was like... What was going on up there, how the other races lived up there... How they could live up there, without the safety of their walls... He slowly dazed off, smiling, as he was content with where he lived...

When he awoke, he wasn't in the safety of his walls... He was on the very surface that he had been thinking about, a forest, with tree's... With the warm embrace of the sun touching his skin... He slowly got up, thousands of questions entering his small, dwarven mind. He looked around, hearing a sound. He looked around until he saw them, but what he saw was odd. He saw what looked like a boy, and the boy motioned for him to follow, before running off, at oddly large speeds. He followed the boy without even thinking, chasing after as fast as his little dwarven legs could carry him. "Oi! Where am I?! Why'd you bring me here?!" The dwarf shouted, his voice echoing through as he ran after the person.

When he finally heard the tracks stop, and caught up, he was in a clearing, where he saw what looked to be a pond and a waterfall, with a tall woman, and a few other people in the clearing. "I don't supposed any of ya'd be willin' to give me some answers?"

Lunartic:
Floressa shrugged. "If I had answers to your questions, I would gladly answer them." She looked around the clearing. It wasn't very large, but it was . . . tranquil. And breezy. She looked down and suddenly realized she was wearing only her floral night gown. She pulled the light skirt down to her knees and her bare legs shivered from the damp grass in her toes. She could already feel her eyes start to turn yellow, but she kept them calm and gray. "But it seems all we can do is wait." She found a dry rock and sat on it with her legs crossed, one over the other, and hands folded neatly in her lap.

The-Blades-slave:
Heat rained down on him like the breath of hell, and sweat trickled down his back and beaded on his forehead. He wiped it away with the back of his hand, savoring the feel of the cool breeze on damp skin. He tossed out another shovel full of dirt, wishing everything had gone routinely. He had come out to dig the ditches needed for a new crop in the cool morning hours, before the sun had risen, but the rusty shovel he had been using for years had finally given out and forced an impromptu trip to the nearest village to purchase a new one (which he paid for out of pocket, since he had broken the old one). Now here he was, in the heat of day, sweating buckets as he rushed to make up for the time he had lost. 'That should do it...!' He shoveled out one more scoop, then threw the tool over his shoulder and made his way to the stables. Now came the easy part.

Once inside, he put away the shovel and ruffled through an assortment of different tools. He stopped when he found what he was searching for for; the plow. He pulled it out with a grunt, then made his way to the two largest stalls. Inside them were Cairne and Garlock, the two-oxen team he used to plow the fields. Cairne, the older of the pair and gray with age, brightened at the sight of the slave, but Garlock, enormous and extremely temperamental, snorted loudly. "No talk back today Garlock, we're runnin' late." He opened their stalls to let them out and began to harness them. When he was done he lead them out of the stables, back to the fields he had just been digging. He only planned on plowing a fallow field today, so he could go back and replant it later in the year. The two beasts of burden got to work immediately, guided by Daylin's skilled hand.

By sundown the entire field had been plowed, and the oxen had been returned to the stall for the night (and given an extra fork of hay for good work). Daylin was extremely exhausted, his limbs aching from overuse and his stomach growling for dinner, but he knew he still had things to do. Diodoros had just bought another wagon load of hay, and he had promised he get it unloaded and into the hay loft before it had time to brown. He grabbed his pitch fork and went about moving the feed, and by the time he was done it was well past night fall.

He dragged himself back up to the house, not surprised to find it completely dark. The table had been cleared, save for a single container with his food in it. He was glad someone remembered to leave his meal out, people occasionally forgot and he went to bed hungry, but he never said anything. He was, after all, a slave. Even cold the food smelled delicious to his empty stomach, and he wasted no time devouring the enormous serving. Appetite thoroughly sated and drop dead tired, he dragged himself down the hall and fell down on his straw bed. He was snoring soundly in seconds.

He was wrenched from his rest by light shining down on his face, and after a moment of bleariness, he was on his fight and looking around in panic. He hadn't overslept since he was fifteen, and now he was late to- His thoughts froze, and he realized he was outside in a forest he did not recognize (and he had everything around them for miles memorized). How had he gotten outside, and so far away from the farm? How did he get back?

"Heyyo!" He was pulled from his panicked thoughts by a young boy, twelve at the most, shouting at him and waving his hand. He slowly nodded in acknowledgement, confused on what to do. "Can't answers any questions, but I know someone that can! Follow me!" The boy zipped off at speeds that defied his small size, and Daylin was hard pressed to keep him in sight. They soon emerged into a grove with a small waterfall, and several people standing around it. The first was a slender, beautiful woman, but something about her seemed... magical. The next was a tall, scraggly boy who looked agitated and out of place standing beside a short, stout little man that was presumably a dwarf. Directly to their left, sitting cross-legged on a rock was..."Floressa?"

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