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Post by HoneyBuzz » Fri Apr 27, 2018 7:35 pm

It was a rather warm day in Chillview, if you could call it that. People littered the streets, buying things from street vendors and conversing with one another, like any normal day. Despite the normalcy, something amazing was happening within the city; A Rebellion was brewing, against the oppressive power of the current leader of Ayril. Chillview was so isolated from the rest of the world, that the chances of Unia's power spreading to it was very slim, making it the perfect place for the Rebellion to grow in power. Today was the day that new recruits were due to flood into the city, to offer their aid in making sure humanity kept it's freedom. They were to meet in a small chapel of sorts in the middle of the city, and they would be lead by a 'guide' of sorts, who would make sure they knew exactly what they were getting themselves into.

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Eve was more than excited to meet these new folk, who she had only recently heard of. The various spies and scouts within her 'army' had found a few people who seemed eager to take up arms, and Eve made sure that they heard the whispers of Rebellion and Freedom in their ears. She knew that after today, she would no longer have any time to gather recruits; If people were to join, they would join along the way. Unia had caught wind of the Rebellion, and Eve had already seen a cultist or two scurrying about the streets of Chillview like rats. 'They are rats, the little bastards.' She thought, frowning in discontent at the idea of the Cultists who so easily wished to give up their freedom for immortality under an unjust and brutal ruler. Shaking her head to get back on task, Eve grabbed her furred coat and quickly tossed it over her shoulders. "Aranor, would you mind getting to the Chapel to set things up?" Eve called, looking towards her dear friend. He had been there for her since the beginning, and she had gladly taken him into the Rebellion when he showed up on Chillview's doorstep. "I'll be guiding the new recruits to it to meet 'The Leader'." She giggled, already imagining the surprise in their eyes when they realized their cutesy little 'tour guide' was the fierce Rebel leader that circulated in so many rumors.

"Don't forget to watch for any Cultists. I've seen one or two scurrying about." Eve said, waving her hand as she made towards the door. "I'll be there with the recruits soon!" She said, before slipping out the door and making her way towards the front gates. She was more than eager to meet them, especially because she had already heard so much about who they were. Finding herself in front of the gates, Eve quickly pulled down her hood and smoothed out her two loose braids, trying to look as presentable as possible. She was dressed in a simple pink tunic and pants, with her soft black fur coat on. It wasn't something she always wore, but she wanted to look simple and cute for her first impressions. Smiling, Eve stood quietly in the street, awaiting the first recruits to come filtering in.
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Post by God Of The North » Fri Apr 27, 2018 7:54 pm

Aranor turned his mismatched eyes towards his friend and commander, and he nodded silently. It was amusing to see the two side by side, especially if one knew the truth about their positions. Eve was the commander of the rebellion, standing at 5'6, while Aranor was her loyal second in command, and dear friend, standing at a towering 6'8. He turned, currently clad in his armour save for his helm, even though there wasn't a known threat at the moment, and he picked up the helmet. He silently stared at it for a split second, remembering the first time he held it, but he didn't linger in his memories for long. He instead put it on, and marched off, heading towards the chapel to follow Eve's orders.


Tessai walked calmly, his strides making next to no noise on the ground beneath him He didn’t appear to be on guard, at least from a distance, but if one got closer to him they would undoubtedly notice that was not the case. His eyes, like twin shards of ice, never ceased in their movement, scanning anything and everything they crossed over. He was searching for guards, for enemies, for beasts that might be a threat, for anything that might be of value to take note of for the future.

He was not familiar with the North by any stretch of the imagination. He had been born and raised in Newdenn, and although he had done some…. work outside of that dreadful city, particularly in Maple-Harbour with some of the pirate crews and smuggling gangs, he had never been this far north. Hell, he didn’t recall ever coming within fifty miles of Chillview before, and now here he was, walking towards the city that was apparently the home of a rebellion against those who had overthrown the royal family and taken over Rimeholde.

He didn’t care who held power, he really didn’t. It didn’t matter to him, no matter who parked their arse on the throne, the criminal world, the underground organizations that he had become so familiar with while in Newdenn would endure. The people in power likely didn’t have as much need of the services of someone like him as the people who wished to topple the system did. Rebellions were nasty, messy things, and that made them a ripe target for someone with his…. talents.

As he approached the city, he took note of the pink haired woman standing at the front gates, and he gave her a quick once over, scanning for weapons. He didn't see any, but he didn't lower his guard. He paused a couple of yards from her, and he spoke, his voice rich and husky, either due to a lack of use, an act he put up to make his voice sound different, or that was just the way his voice sounded naturally. "Based on the fact you're standing alone at the gates, I assume you're here to provide some sort of welcome? Either that, or you're a woman of the night out in the day, looking for an early customer."
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Post by Actual Trash » Fri Apr 27, 2018 8:37 pm

The slow crunch of snow snow underfoot heralded the arrival of a second individual, or rather, two. A tall man, face hidden by a deep hood, approached the gate with calm steps. His right hand held an intricately carved wooden staff, while the left sleeve of his robes hung loose and empty. Beside him plodded an abnormally large tiger, fur as white as the snow it tread and slashed through with black stripes, big paws making prints in the ever present chilly ground cover that were almost deeper than those of its companion.

As the bizarre duo drew closer to the woman and man at the gate, the hooded figure slowed, his large feline friend doing the same without any instruction. With a flick of the staff, the man's hood settled back, long pale hair falling loose down his back in the same motion. His eyes were closed. His head cocked faintly, as if hearing something, and a small smile twitched at his mouth as he turned to the woman and tilted his head in greeting. Finally, his lids rose, uncovering a gaze just unfocused and foggy enough to be sure that the motion was not one of necessity.

Toryn wasn't quite sure what was going on between the first two, however, he guessed he had a better chance of gaining an answer from the individual by the gate, rather than the one just outside of it. The latter made his senses tingle as they did when a hostile creature bared its teeth. The former's energy was far calmer, like a large omnivore that you had a good chance of not getting killed by, if you stayed on it's good side.

"Pardon moi intrusion. Would ye be able te tell me which wey et es te the chapel?" he inquired, trying to speak clearly around his highland accent, something he'd picked up since learning to converse mostly in the mountain towns just a few leagues from Newdenn. Leaning on his staff and directing his eyes towards were he could sense she, for it was a woman by the scent, stood. He'd learned most people were more comfortable if he made some semblance of looking at them when he spoke.
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Post by KittycatCookie » Fri Apr 27, 2018 8:42 pm

The doctor was making her way through Chillview, an icey breeze brushing over her delicate pale skin. The cold didn't even earn a shiver from the tall woman, her skyblue eyes wandering over the streets as she set one foot in front of the other. Kuyiri was on her way to the gates, her cape flowing behind her as she avoided the crowds coming her way, excusing herself whenever she happened to bump into someone a bit too harshly. Her hand was gripping her sword slightly, not because she feared a threat, but because she felt more comfortable holding it in her hand, the familiar feeling filling her with a calmness that could not be beat.

Her long struts created clicking sounds as her heeled boots hit the pavement that was covered by a thin layer of snow. The blonde finally spotted who she was looking for, a guide that would lead her right where she wanted to go. Upon further examination, she watched a man approach the pink-haired woman, and she could barely hear the interaction between the two, raising an eyebrow as the man suggested the woman to be a prostitute. The blonde shook her head and finally approached them, simply leaning against a wall and waiting for their conversation to either proceed or end. She had time.

A second figure and it's pet appeared then, the man was clearly blind and she couldn't help but examine what she could from afar. Impressive, he seemed to have mastered his surroundings without using his sight. The medic couldn't help but stare a little, it's not like the blind man would know anyways, and since she had worked with all kinds of patients she was in no way shy about things like it.
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Post by Veilstar » Fri Apr 27, 2018 11:05 pm

Arcelia was staring up into the clouded sky as the sound of the wind and the crunch of the snow filled her ears. In search of finding a purpose now that she was free she heard talk about a Dragon god taking over. That didn't exactly sound fun what with the rumors of the old stories about his rule and all. She didn't finally become free just to be forced to do the binding of some Dragon whom could talk. So when talk began sprouting up about a rebellion that seemed like a decent enough purpose. Maybe dieing for a cause would grant a meaning to her miserable life thus far. Thoughts like that flowed through the young dancers mind as she walked along the snow covered path. It was a frozen land around Chillview, today seemed to lighten up a bit more compared to the others.

Arc wasn't a fan of the heavy clothing you had to wear in a place like this but atleast she wore it on top. Above her normal light and loose attire she had on a simple fur coat that thankfully blocked out enough of the chill. Her pants were the same baggy and loose attire with the fabric being a bit see through. She wore warmer clothing underneath though so her creamy legs were hidden. Those dainty veils that wrapped around her body did flow in the wind like strange auras of power flowing from her form. The thing she despised the most were the heavy fur boots she had to wear over the very light dancing shoes she normally wore.

Coming out of the brush the city of Chillview finally came into sight and a slight relief flooded her system. Not that you'd see it mind you, Arcelia normally held a bored or empty look after all those years of feeling dead inside. She still felt that way but being able to study things freely she did smile every so often. They were rare like jewels nothing like the fake smile she wore when playing with a mark. Upon seeing the gates the young dancer noted the small group that had begun to form. The person she last heard about the rebellion said to be meet the guide at the gate. Figuring out which one it was would be slightl annoying and Arcelia didn't feel like talking at the moment. So silently she approached staying out of sight and just watching the group for now.
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Post by Dragonqtz » Fri Apr 27, 2018 11:42 pm

Beron rode his horse through the chilly wind and snow. His horse, a pinto named Kelty, let out large puffs of mist into the air as he carried his master to Chillview. It had taken quite a bit of preparation for Beron to get to Chillview. Being a knight, he had to come up with a reasonable excuse for why he was going to be gone from Rimeholde so long. And it had to be a good excuse, because Beron knew that if Father Dragon Uria's cultists learned where he had truly gone, his family would be in grave danger. By calling in a few favors, Beron was able to make it look like he was gone on official business to Newdenn. He spread the rumor that he was going there to help clean up the city of crime and to bring it into a better age. With his personality and previous well-known excursions, everyone bought the rumor with little to no fuss. If anyone would be foolhardy enough to try and clean up the famed 'crime capital', it would be Beron.

He watched as Chillview slowly peaked into view after he got over a rather large hill. The path was somewhat slippery, but the weather was still fairly tolerable despite being much colder than Beron was used to. Though perhaps that was thanks to the warm brown furs draped over his knights armor. As he got closer to the gates, he saw a small crowd of people had gathered there. His brow creased in worry. They weren't supposed to meet right out in the open, as far as Beron knew. They were supposed to meet at the chapel in the city. If they were meeting out in the open like this, Beron was a bit worried about potential spies seeing the little gathering. He gently urged Kelty to pick up the pace ever so slightly. The horse knew his master well, and quickened his pace just as much as Beron wanted. He arrived at the gates and swung himself off of his horse, looking around to see if the promised guide was among the gathering.
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Post by HoneyBuzz » Sat Apr 28, 2018 12:12 am

A flash of anger danced across Eve's eyes, but she bit down on her tongue and smiled. "Unfortunately for you, no. I am just your guide." She fixed her hair and adjusted her coat, before realizing that more of the recruits had begun to flood in. Her reddish eyes glanced over the man, still holding the slightest hint of annoyance within them. Before she could make any sarcastic comment, her thoughts were directed towards one of the recruits who had decided to step forward. "I sure would be. The Leader sent me to guide you new recruits to the Chapel to be introduced." Eve stepped back, waving the other new recruits who stood to the side over. "It's a real honor to meet The Leader themselves, so you lot are rather lucky." She added, before spinning on her heel and motioning for them to follow her down the lively street. Eve cleared her throat loudly, to make sure the others knew she was the one to follow for sure, before beginning to briskly walk.

"I was asked to give you a basic run-down, so please bare with me." Eve said, waving to the few citizens who passed by. Tossing a braid over her shoulder, she made sure to glance back at the group once or twice. "You'll all be given some form of training, or at the least a bit of time to get to know one another, before The Leader personally picks out people to accompany them on a little mission." She scoffed, knowing full well the mission wasn't very 'little'. Eve turned a corner, seeing the looming top of the Chapel just ahead. "We're here. Make sure to not draw any weapons; There are plenty of guards about, even if you can't see them!" She giggled, before tossing open the doors to the Chapel as they arrived. Her eyes scanned the lit room, before landing on Aranor. "There he is! My beloved Aranor!" Eve said, before leading the group inside. Stopping and turning to face the group, Eve stood next to Aranor and was dwarfed by his size. "Everyone, this is Aranor, Co-Command to the Rebellion." She smiled, patting his arm, before looking at the others. "And I am Eve, Leader of the Rebellion. I hope you'll be glad to know that your first impressions were quite-" She looked around, still slightly smiling, "Interesting."
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Post by God Of The North » Sat Apr 28, 2018 12:37 am

Tessai's lips turned upwards into a smirk as he noticed the anger and annoyance in Eve's eyes at his words. He instantly knew she wasn't a commoner, and she certainly wasn't just some grunt assigned to give them a tour. Normal people didn't give a damn what a stranger assumed of them, the only people who you could get a rise from that easily were children and nobles. The former because they didn't know better than to contain their emotions, and the latter because of their pride being offended. He didn't say anything however, as he continued to follow Eve, his hands by his sides, his mind running through the possibilities of what she could be.


Aranor was standing in front of the altar in the Chapel, his sword in its sheath at his side, his shield resting against his leg. He watched the doors opened, and he watched as they approached. He did not say anything as Eve approached him, keeping his eyes locked upon the new recruits. Once she introduced them and pat his arm, he did shift his gaze to her, chuckling softly, murmuring so only she could hear, "Your beloved Aranor? Be gentle with my maiden heart Eve, such words shall bring a flush to my cheeks." He then shifted his gaze to the new group of recruits, and he spoke in his full tone, his voice more loud than Eve's, and deeper by a massive amount, obviously due to their genders and their sizes, "As your commander has said, my name is Aranor. Should you believe Eve needs to know something, you shall tell it to me first. Not every matter you might feel is important is truly important enough to take time out of the schedule of your commander."


Tessai raised an eyebrow, his smirk growing larger as he learned the truth. He chuckled, shaking his head slightly, "The leader of the rebellion saw fit to be the first to meet and greet the new 'recruits' then? How interesting, and dangerous might I add. I suppose it would be something few would be expecting though, and as such might have been a strategy that was more safe than it initially seemed to be."
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Post by Actual Trash » Sat Apr 28, 2018 12:38 am

Toryn shifted his weight as he felt a new set of eyes settle on him. It wasn’t unusual, but this gaze didn’t movement on, and his head twitched in their direction. As more people drew near, the beast at his side shuffled its paws, and he propped his staff against his shoulder for a moment to run a soothing hand over Silva’s course fur. Finally, the woman directly before them spoke, and he nodded, taking up his staff again and following sedately behind, Silva moving a moment later to catch up, brushing against his hip as he sensed her swinging her large head to gaze at the others who fell in around them.

Toryn followed in silence, choosing to listen to their guide and the others, memorizing their gates and their breathing, allowing his eyes to close. Buildings passed, gusts of wind intermittently hitting them as they came on level with allies and sound bouncing back against stone walls, the occasional shuffle of retreating boots a distant thing. Finally, the guide signaled them that they had arrived, and Toryn felt the cool difference as they entered the shadow of a fall structure. His mouth quirked faintly when she made mention of weapons, since he couldn’t exactly draw his staff, the closest thing to he had.

Doors opened, and smoothly making the step up into the threshold, Toryn passed inside the chapel, Silva, as ever, on his heels. He paused when the echos told him he stood around the center, planting the butt of his staff and easing back, half leaning into Silva’s warmth as his head tilted, taking in the presence of the new individual. A turtle. Guarded and intelligent. His lips formed an easy smile as the Leader introduced herself properly, and her Co-commander, a faint chuckle rumbling in his throat as he inclined his head to them.

“Tis a pleasure te meet ye, and an honor, according tu our guide.” He said, something merry in the crinkle of his eyes as he opened them, leveling his ‘gaze’ somewhere between the two for curtesy’s sake.
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Post by Dragonqtz » Sat Apr 28, 2018 1:05 am

Beron followed the group towards the direction of the chapel, Kelty's reins in his hand as he guided the horse through the streets. When they arrived, he tied Kelty onto a nearby post, patted the horse's flank and headed inside. When he heard Eve's declaration of leadership, he looked mildly surprised. 'I suppose it is important for her to see her new recruits. It's a great chance to see how they act when they think you're a nobody. However, it's risky too. If anyone had recognized her...' He thought to himself, studying Eve and her co-commander. The girl was definitely not what one would think of when the words "leader of the rebellion" were uttered. Her pink hair and youthful face gave the impression of innocence, but every now and then, her eyes would flash with fiery determination. Over the years Beron had learned that people are never what you expect. This was just more evidence that that sentiment was true. The co-commander would have been startling to Beron if he had not served with so many men just like him. He was definitely the tallest man the knight had ever met though. He seemed to tower even over Beron, who was at 6 foot 4 inches.

His companions were also very interesting. There was a short girl with black hair and loose clothing, another woman with long blonde hair and a beautiful ice blue cape, a man with shaggy black hair with a scar running over his right eye, and most interesting of all, a slim man with long, pale hair whose companion seemed to be a white tiger of all things! Beron had never seen one before and it fascinated him. Before he got caught up in his surroundings however, he decided to do the polite thing and introduce himself.

"I am Beron Kursk, my lady. I am ready to serve you and the rebellion in any way I can." He put his hand over his heart and gave a short bow to Eve and her co-commander.
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