[1x1] Tempted Fates

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Post by DMLyJa » Tue May 07, 2019 7:14 am

Tarsus’s words caused a deep tremble to course through her, her eyes following him as he leaves before closing the door, her back resting against the wood. Her eyes shifted left to right as she fought an inner conflict before they close tightly, her hands coming to her face before she slides down. Pushing her emotions down into her chest, her hands move to wipe her eyes after several short moments, her eyes and tops of her cheeks moist with a blackened liquid. Looking to her fingers, she rubs the moisture between two digits, a silent curse slipping past her lips before she rises up.

Moving towards her chest, she flips open the chest lid and stares at the contents on top for a moment. Pulling free her satchel of items from the cave, she sets it aside before digging a bit deeper. Pulling out a small wooden box, she replaces the ritual items and closes the lid. Glancing to the door, she moved towards the mirror and picked up a small cloth to wipe her eyes. She stared at herself before her eyes lower to the wooden box, her fingers slowly opening it to show several vials of colored salves and colored liquids.

She pulled forth a pointed stick and opened a vial of black thick color. Dipping it with a swirl, she sets it down and leans forward to stare into the mirror. She begins to apply the colored salve to her eyes when she hears the door click open once again. Staring into the reflection, she cringes visibly as her keeper moves in with a grin, the door closing behind him. Lowering her gaze, she listens to his steps grow closer to her; her eyes fall shut as she feels his hand on her shoulder.

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Orion's ears perk a bit, as does the rest of him upon him seeming to know what she was; in fact, he did not, he simply made a compliment to how she appeared. How fortunate of him on his accuracy while at the same time, how possibly unfortunate to her. He cleared his throat and offered a polite smile, a secret hidden within his own eyes as he pulls back as she does. His eyes danced over her form again before he runs his hand through his hair and pointed ear tips could be seen hidden under the chocolate locks. Not pointed high like an elf, but more prominent than a half elf’s; certainly this had to be a part of his hidden secret.

“Come this way Leliandra… I will take you to the Captains Quarters. I warn you though, he isn’t one to just speak to a woman because she requests it. He is a bit of a brute and wont care about your opinion on that.” He chuckles as he begins to walk towards the direction of the Captains Quarters. “I would know…he is my Father. Captain Orion Caysle The Second… He can be a bit of an ass but hes the safest and most prompt Captain on the seas. I assure you though…I am hardly like him. My Mother raised me on the proper side of life.”

He turns to look at her with a wink before he opens the door and looks inside, pausing halfway through the door before pulling it shut. Turning to face her, his cheek flush with color as he laughs nervously. A hand comes to rub the back of his neck before he reaches out a hand to turn her around and lead her away. “I sincerely apologize but you will have to direct his questions another time when he is not a bit deep in a deal….” He tried to choose appropriate wording for what his Father was really doing, Orion certainly hadn’t expected his Father to go right for payment with a passenger, but here they were none the less.

As Orion tries to guide her away, he catches a glance at Tarsus and remembered him from earlier. The look on his face caused Orion to pull his hands back from Lian's form, holding them up as he takes a step away. “Lunch bell will be ringing soon Leliandra…I suggest you and your bunk-mate there get some while we are early in our travel…food becomes scarce after a while…Gluttons and all aboard….” He offered her a bit of a flourished bow to her before rising back up, his eyes settling on hers for a moment before nodding to her and moves the opposite direction that Tarsus was coming from.

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About an hour later, a loud bell rings out over the deck and certainly held a pitch that could be heard in the housing quarters. Fayette is guided out by the chains on the shackles that bound her wrists, her bare-feet attempting to provide some resistance before she is in the hall for all to see. Her makeup held its usual perfection though none was applied to hide the marking on her face. Her hair had been brought up high atop of her hair, the ends coming to hang just above her shoulder blades due to the height of her ponytail. She held a look of discontent, scowling as he pulls on her chains again to guide her down the hallway. Her attire had been modified to draw more attention, her keepers intention being humiliation for the time being. She wore a simple tunic that came to rest at the top of her thighs, a simple gold rope wrapping about her waist to hold the tunic shut. It was drab and resembled the attire of slaves in lands not far from them. He was attempting to take her down several pegs and make her a bit more humble to the privileges that he would be solely able to provide.

She knew she shouldn’t have fought him earlier when he approached her, but his hands and needs simply made her feel disgusted to be near him. No longer under her previous contract, she didn’t have to allow anything to happen, though it wasn’t making her journey any more welcomed. He won that battle, the marks hidden under the tunic now. She followed behind him, her arms lowering as she kept close to him. Her eyes would lock on everyone they passed who would pause to look her over, not an ounce of fear in them as she practically challenges each one she passes. This attitude, though stubborn and confident at once, was not uncommon for her to have on an average day, but now, it was forced. Something to hide behind, hide her true emotions at this time and more importantly, to hide the pain that throbbed through her.

Her Keeper pulled her into the dining hall and up onto the table set on a platform. A cushion had been set on the floor for her, to which he kicked it away before gruffly ordering her onto her knees. He settles in the chair they provide the upper class at their table as she came to kneel down beside him. Her eyes stared off to a simple item on the lower class tables, a mortal and pestle for crushing any pepper or salt for the food. She imagined using the heavy stone bowl to pummel her Keepers head in, the pestle being swung from her small hand in the act of a tiny club. Her chains shifted and she glanced to her right at her Keeper a moment before her eyes look out to the quickly filling dining hall.

A quick jerk of her chains brought her attention back to the large smelling man beside her before he motions for her to get an apple from a bowl. She scowls before she leans forward and takes a hold of the apple in her hands and began to settle back down. With a low growl and another jerk of the chains, he motions her forward. With a disgusted sneer, she raises up on her knees and leans towards him as she holds the apple while he takes a bite from it. His gaze told her to stay on her knees, regardless of the growing pain from the wooden floor.
Current Active RP's I Am Participating In:

Sirens Call Tavern - Belia Frelve'len | Tempted Fates - Fayette 'Faye' Delsh
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Re: [1x1] Tempted Fates

Post by Arkane » Sat May 25, 2019 3:43 am

Oh, that was something she hadn’t noticed before. Orion had pointed ears, not unlike those of an elf, but different, nonetheless. Out of respect, she wouldn’t ask him about his lineage, especially since they had just met…but she couldn’t help but be a little curious. Lian nodded with appreciation when Orion offered to escort her to the captain’s chambers. The woman followed behind him obediently, her eyebrows raising at his comment about the captain being a brute. “I’m beginning to suspect that most of the men on this ship are brutes,” she said, shaking her head with a sigh. At least Orion seemed to be a decent character, though she was a little surprised that the captain was his father. “Thank goodness for your mother then,” she chuckled. Smiling slightly at the little wink he gave her, she watched as Orion opened the door to his father’s chambers. However, Lian soon realized that something was amiss, when Orion ushered her away from the door in a flustered manner.

“Is something the matter,” she asked, allowing him to maneuver her away from the door. Naïve as she was at times, her keen hearing did not spare her from what was actually going on behind the door. Immediately her face flushed, Lian nodding and walking away at a brisker pace. Oh gods, she did not want to hear something like that! “Right. Good idea,” she replied embarrassed, thankful to finally be out of ear shot. What kind of ship did Tarsus book them passage on?! It was certainly not a normal passenger vessel, that was for sure. If Orion had been paying attention to her, he would have noticed a faint golden glow surrounding her entire form. Unfortunately, it only happened when she was embarrassed, and she had no control over it whatsoever. Sometimes she wouldn’t notice it even happening, but this time she did. “Oh, not again,” she fussed, placing her hands on her cheeks, as if that would somehow hide the glow.

Now it was at this moment, that Tarsus begun to approach them. He had spent a few moments top side, looking for Lian. And when he didn’t immediately see her, he quickly asked around until he found someone that saw her. Apparently she had approached the captain's quarters along with the captain’s son. A momentary hint of panic had swept over him. Regardless of how capable he knew his cousin was, he didn’t want her alone on this ship. It didn’t take him long to figure out exactly what kind of ship this was and that only served to quicken his pace. When he finally found her, he saw that she was doing her glowing thing, while the captain's son had his hands on her. “Hey!,” he shouted, a threatening expression on his face. Lian was older than him by a year, but sometimes he acted like he was the older brother, and for good reason. Leliandra regained her composure when she heard Tarsus’ voice, the glow about her slowly fading as her cousin approached her and Orion. She turned to face Orion, the woman nodding at his words. “Thank you for your help,” she said sincerely, watching him quickly leave.

“Yeah he better leave,” growled Tarsus, leading Lian back to their small room. “Listen Lian, it’s best not to be alone on this ship,” he said, rather seriously as he shut their bunk door behind them. Lian sighed. “I understand your concern, but really, I can take care of myself. I have been for years –” She was quickly interrupted. “I know you can, but there are a lot of…questionable people aboard this ship. This ship isn’t what I thought it was and if I had known prior to our boarding, I would never have booked passage….then again, if we hadn’t boarded the ship, we would have never found Faye… but either way, we have to be careful,” he finished. They would then get into a discussion about the nature of how Tarsus suspected the ship operated. All the clues were there and from the small amount of conversations they both had with some of the crew, it all added up. The new information made Lian shiver. All those men staring at her before, along with Orion’s warning, it all made sense. “Gods, what about Faye,” Lian said, looking extremely worried for the woman. She had it the worst of all. Tarsus filled Lian in on his and Faye’s conversation. They would have to wait for tonight. For now, they may as well get some lunch.

Before they left their bunk, Tarsus had consulted his spell book. Magic could be felt in the air, Lian watching as Tarsus’ index finger glowed with blue mana. The wizard traced a complicated rune on the back of the door, the magic burning the mark onto the wood. When he was done the rune began to glow faintly. “A rune of warding,” Lian said, nodding in approval. Tarsus nodded as well. “No one may enter this room while I have it activated. A simple, yet efficient safety precaution.” He highly doubted there would be a strong enough magic user aboard this ship to disable it.

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Tarsus and Lian were already in the dining hall when the bell had rang. They were seated side by side along one of the long tables, tucked away in a back corner. Needless to say, it was very cramped and a tad bit claustrophobic in the dining hall when almost the entire population of the ship was there. It made Tarsus feel uncomfortable. Their share of food was given to them and it wasn't the most appealing, but it was edible. "I'd almost rather eat our trail rations," mumbled Tarsus, an unenthusiastic look on his face. "Eat," ordered Lian, remembering Orion's words. "It's a long journey and we might not always have the option." He couldn't argue with her there.

The two were halfway through their meal, when a slight hush fell throughout the room as two new bodies entered...Faye and her Keeper. Tarsus immediately stiffened, his fist clenched in anger, his jaw tight. "How dare he fucking treat her like that," he seethed under his breath. Lian was also appalled. Slavery was illegal in their country, so to see it happening on a ship that had left Askana made her blood boil. At that moment she silently made a vow to destroy the ship and the evil that took place on it. As for Tarsus, well, he just wanted to burn Faye's Keeper to dust.

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Re: [1x1] Tempted Fates

Post by DMLyJa » Sun Jun 23, 2019 6:15 am

Faye lowered the apple with a glare and sneer, her eyes shifting to the wood of the table before she let the apple fall from her fingers to its surface. She wiped the juice off her hand before she began to run her eyes over the ones staring at her from and the company she was with from below. There was a vast assortments of reactions, none that bothered her more than when her eyes found Tarsus and Lian. A deep crimson filled her cheeks as she moved her shackled wrists under the table, a small attempt to calm Tarsus. A shaky breath would fill her before she lowers her head and tries to use her hair to hide her line of sight from the others, but kept the cousins in her line of sight.

Her gaze held a strength in them, a sign that she hadn't given up yet and was still quite far from doing so. The lack of smile adorning her face, a sign of determination and the stillness of her form, a final sign that she hadn't been injured in a severe manner yet. It wasn't much, but it was what she could offer their observation to relay what she could. Her eyes though shift towards the man to Lian's right that rose up and left before being replaced by Orion. Her features would twist as her chin raises up; Orion simply set his bowl down as he began to eat, his eyes locked on Faye's for a moment then shifts towards Lian and then Tarsus. His gaze would look back to his bowl as he continued to eat casually, taking this time to think a bit on what he could say that wouldn't result in Tarsus laying into him.

"I see you have an interest in The Witch of Gardreen...I hear you are to be careful around that one." He raises his eyes back towards Faye, who had since looked back down towards the table, her brows furrowed tightly and her lips pursed to restrain herself. Orion would take several more bites of his stew before returning his gaze back to his bowl, seemingly appropriately. "That is...if they can prove its really her...It is said that The Witch of Gardreen forced their ruler to fall in love with her. His passion for her was relentless and he had his wife murdered so he could claim her as his wife. A great war began to grow between his land and that of Jarxa....It is said that the night before the big battle, they had a fight. One so severe that his infatuation for her became something far worse...That what spell she had cast upon him began to corrupt him and he pulled from the battle. His fury of never completing his intended war became a hatred for her. And she killed him for it...as well as all whom lived within the castle. She left in the night when the flames danced around the souls of the innocent and an entire country collapsed on itself...destruction ran deep into the soil and the rulers hate filled infatuation corrupted even the soils, making Gardreen...A dead mans land..."

He now looked up to Faye as she was beginning to be guided away from the raised table area, her eyes remaining downward as she simply kept pace now. With a shake of his head, he began to rise up and take a step back from the table. "They have killed thirty-six witches...none being the right one and the curse still remains....and there's more rumors than survivors that the story is all wrong...but I suppose unless she sings like a sparrow...we will never know the real truth of what occurred then...."
Current Active RP's I Am Participating In:

Sirens Call Tavern - Belia Frelve'len | Tempted Fates - Fayette 'Faye' Delsh
Rite Of Passage - Anniyah 'Ann' Crest | The Silver Isles - Raine

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Re: [1x1] Tempted Fates

Post by Arkane » Thu Jun 27, 2019 6:14 am

It was difficult to sit there and watch while Faye remained enslaved. There was nothing either of them could do at the moment...and even if they did have some sort of plan, it would be extremely difficult to contend with the entire crew. The crew would be their enemies, after all, and based on numbers alone, they were severely outnumbered. The situation was very complicated. Tarsus sat there, his jaw clenched tightly, fingers tapping impatiently on the table’s surface. Oh how he would love to make the Keeper pay. In fact, he was imagining all the terrible things he could do to the man with magic, to exact revenge on Faye’s behalf. For a brief moment, he managed to make eye contact with Faye. She may have been forced into submission, but her eyes told a different story. They were full of strength and determination. Her spirit was strong and she hadn’t given in, so neither would he.

He was interrupted from his train of thought when a familiar face had joined them at their table. It was Orion, that man that had put his grubby hands all over Lian. Obviously, Tarsus was not impressed he had chosen to invite himself over, as if assuming his company was wanted. At least in Tarsus’ mind. The wizard had gave him a stern look, brow furrowed in irritation. On the other hand, Lian looked surprised he had sat next to her, the woman more accommodating to Orion than Tarsus was. She thought he was the most descent man on this ship, aside from her cousin, of course. However, before either of them could speak, Orion had begun speaking about the ‘Witch of Gardreen.’ “Witch of Gardreen?,” asked, Lian, her head titled in confusion. Did he mean Faye? She thought this preposterous. She couldn’t be a witch, could she? Tarsus reiterated her thoughts verbally. “She’s not a witch. I’d have noticed a long time ago if she were magically inclined,” he said with finality, as if the topic was not open to discussion. But Orion continued to tell the tale of the Witch, and both of them couldn’t help but listen with a curious ear.

The story left a lot of unanswered questions. “Is that why she’s a prisoner? Because you think she’s some imaginary witch?!,” asked Tarsus, in all seriousness. “You have the wrong woman.” He averted his attention back to Faye, his eyes somewhat unfocused, as if his mind was somewhere else. All Wizards had the innate ability to sense and detect all types of magic, whether it be small or large, necromancy, or illusion. If Faye was a witch, he would be able tell. Not that he believed in the ridiculous story in the first place, but if he could help prove her innocence, then he would try his utmost. While he was doing that, Lian chimed in, her face scrunched up in withheld fury as she looked at Orion. She was actually kind of scary.
“Thirty-six innocent women have died, all in search of a witch that may or may not be real! And for what? A kingdom that is now dust? If the Witch of Gardreen is truly guilty for the accused crimes, then she must be a being of evil. But Faye? She is not. I believe she is innocent and deserves a proper trial.”

Tarsus’ search for magic came with surprising results. Magic was usually very common in small doses...but this ship, the crew...it was like they all had some sort of magic item about them, whether it be a minor magic piece of armour or a simple spoon and bowl of Everfill, there was a lot of magic present. Faye had a slight aura of magic about her, but not one that usually represented that of a sorceress or wizard...and definitely not that of a witch. He felt the magical air about her diamond ring and those of the shackles on her wrist. Damn, he’d need to find a way to get those off of her. However, the most shocking discovery of all was how potent of magic surrounded the Keeper. His eyes widened, while his teeth clenched.

“The Keeper,” he asked Orion, “What is he? His magical energy is as strong as mine. Faye also does not have enough magic to be considered a witch. A simple check from any mage could have saved the other thirty-six,” he said, shaking his head in disgust at their actions. Lian nodded. “And I’ll prove she is innocent a second time,” she said, closing her eyes. As a Paladin, she had an innate ability to detect any and all evil, but she was not prepared for what she would find. There was evil everywhere. They were surrounded. The auras she had sensed were more not the lower to mid scale evil, but there was one aura that was completely suffocating. She gasped slightly, as if trying to breath under water, her body turning to face the Keeper. His aura was so strong and it thoroughly overpowered her own. It almost hurt to sense it, like it was burning away her soul. “Oh gods, the Keeper’s aura it’s so strong,” she said, her voice a bit shaky, her face paling significantly. “This entire ship is full of evil, Tarsus,” she said, her green eyes full of concern, as she touched his shoulder. She was relieved to note that Orion was full of light and a soft radiance. The only saving grace on this cursed vessel....but she did not have a chance to tell Tarsus that, as the heaviness of the Keeper’s aura overpowered her own, causing her to crumple forward like a wilted flower.

“Lian!!,” Tarsus exclaimed, catching and supporting her. It was like she had become sickened, her skin pale with beads of sweat along her brow. This was bad. Tarsus stood up, carrying his cousin bridal style and attempting to maneuver her out of the mess hall. As much as he didn’t want to leave Faye in her predicament, Lian needed to rest and he didn’t trust anyone else to take her to their room. He could only hope that Faye could continue to be strong until their meeting tonight.

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Tarsus moved the blankets up higher on Lian’s body to keep her warm, the blanket now resting under her neck. Her chest slowly moved up and down, her breathing a rhythmic pace. She had been sleeping soundly ever since he had laid her down to rest. He estimated that she’d wake up sooner or later, but the sun had set a few hours ago. He would have to leave Lian unattended to meet Faye. As much as he didn’t want to leave his cousin alone, he was confident she’d be safe in their magically protected room.

“I’ll be back soon,” he said to his sleeping cousin. Tarsus reluctantly left her side, closing the door behind him, the protective rune glowing strongly on the wood.

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