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Writers' Gallery / Re: Displaced - The resurrection of One-Eye
« on: August 18, 2018, 09:03:08 AM »
There was no sound as the spear flew past to pierce the snowbank to the side of and far behind the target. No sound except the growl from the one-eyed elf as he grabbed another missile and gamely raised his arm again, undeterred by the obstacle of his lack of binocular vision, even though it was obvious he was making no progress despite repeated attempts.

Rayek absent-mindedly rubbed at his arm. He knew first hand the hunger to rise above a disability.

“You have a soft-spot for damaged fawns.”

Rayek frowned and turned slightly to where Kahvi had come to lean on the tree branch behind him. “After everything, you doubt Ekuar’s worth?”

Kahvi sighed. “No.” She watched the one-eyed elf critically. “But I won’t endanger the whole herd for one sickly fawn. Even your wolf friends know to go after the weak. Culling makes the whole herd stronger.” Kahvi shrugged. “That's the way it is.”

“The way…” Rayek’s eyes glinted with amusement. “I’d say the wolf chief had quite the effect on you.” He turned away from the rude gesture thrown at him and turned back to One-Eye. “And after seeing their passion in battle, I’d expect you to think better of one of his tribe. But we shall see how ‘damaged’ he is.”

Kahvi turned to see the next throw fly straight into the target, pushing the bag of hides up into the tree where it hung, before dislodging and falling to the ground in a hail of loosened snow. But her satisfied smile didn’t last long as the next spear again flew wide of the target.

Rayek winced as he prepared for the harsh comment sure to accompany her told-you-so smirk, but whatever she started to say was drowned out by the sudden ripping of tree branches. It was the only warning they had before the great snow bear was in their midst, reared on its hind legs, snuffling and bellowing as its gleaming claws slashed the air.

It was early in the calving season, and her scouts had reported that all the nearby bears were still in their dens. They had been careless in cleaning up the scent of the latest birth, and the warming moist air must have brought the smell to this one’s cave, enough to rouse it back to consciousness and awareness of its empty belly.

Kahvi would make sure those responsible would get their punishment, but first there was the penned herd to see to. Several of her tribemates already had weapons out and stood between the bear and the pens while others clanged together whatever implements they had to hand, both to shoo the animal away and alert other nearby elves of the danger.

The bear fell to all fours and took a step toward the pen. Hooves beat on the snowy ground as the deer pressed together against the rock wall at the far side, breath steaming hard out of their mouths as their eyes rolled white with panic.

Two elves stepped forward to stop the huge beast. The first poked its shoulder with a spear, and as it moved to swipe the spear away, the other elf moved in to with a sword to strike its unprotected ribs. The bear whirled at the pain and knocked the elf with the sword aside. The elf rolled to lay stunned with the air knocked out of him several spear-lengths away.

The bear reared up again, roaring, before dropping and charging at the frightened herd.

What happened next surely happened quickly, but the moment stretched out in Kahvi’s mind so she was aware of every passing second.

The bear was lumbering toward the pen and suddenly One-Eye was flying past her, gripping one of his practice spears. He ran right in the path of the charging bear, spear held low. Just as the distance closed and One-Eye was almost in reach of the slavering jaws, he swung the spear upright, the point nestling in the animals chest. It was only a superficial wound, not enough to even phase the animal as it carried them both forward. One-Eye strained to keep his feet under him and the spear butt pushed to the ground. Incredibly, he was able to glance behind himself to spot one of the upright posts of the fence, planted solidly in the frozen ground. With a heave of effort he directed the spear butt to the post, where they met with a solid crack. The bear’s momentum drove the stopped spear further into its chest. With a final roar, its arms wrapped around One-Eye and bear and elf both rolled to land still at the bottom of the fence.

For a moment all was quiet as the elves around tried to make sense of what had just happened. The quiet continued as everyone waited for some kind of movement from the bear. Weapons raised at the jiggling of a paw, then it was a rush forward as it was realized that the movement was One-Eye trying to work himself free and the bear was most definitely dead. They helped him up, clapping him on the back and congratulating him on a job well done.

“You’ve earned a new name for yourself!” One joked. “You could call yourself Bear-killer!”

“Or Bearclaw!” Offered another, holding up the animal’s impressive paw.

“I don’t think so.” One-Eye smiled and shook his head, embarrassed.

“That was quite impressive.” Kahvi noted with approval. “Done it before?”

“No.” One-Eye looked at the bear, amazed at his actions himself. “It was almost like...it was almost like something was guiding me.”

Kahvi stared at him a moment, then clamped down on whatever her opinion was about that. “Well, the tribe will have bear stew tonight, thanks to you. And the pelt is yours, by rights.” He looked so stunned, she couldn’t help having a little fun. “Wear the head as a hat, if you like!”

He shook his head again, excitement calming enough now to be able to think again and smile at her joke. “No, but a vest might be nice.”

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Writers' Gallery / Re: Displaced - The resurrection of One-Eye
« on: June 17, 2018, 10:18:27 AM »
As the warmth of the fire and food seeped into him, his eyelids began to slip down, but snapped open again. The creeping darkness that waited was too much like the between world he had just escaped. He feared he would leave this world as quickly as he had ended up here, and wasn't ready for that.

He looked around to watch the elves around him. Some were talking, eyes glinting and hands moving. He was amazed at the variety of sounds they made and how their faces changed. They communicated with their whole bodies. Even without hearing the words he found emotions welling in him as he caught the curl of a lip, the tilt of an eyebrow.

His eye stopped on another pair, looking back intently. It was the third elf who had been there when he’d awoken, the one who had left. Green eyes bore into his from across the fire pit and he found he could not look away, as if something of himself would be diminished if he were first to break the glare.

His gaze faltered as he was rocked by the weight of someone sitting next to him, and when he looked back, she had turned away.

The long black-haired elf that had brought him from the palace settled next to him and offered him the warm drink that had been taken away before. Knowing better now, he sipped it slowly.

“Are you feeling better?” The dark elf asked.

He nodded between sips.

“What you said before…” The elf looked concerned. “Do you not remember? Anything? Who you are?”

He held the warm liquid in his mouth for a moment, savoring the sensation of it singing on his tongue before letting it slip down his throat.  There were so many dimensions to this existence, not like what he had known for so long. “I remember…”

He laced his fingers around the bowl and faced the other elf. “I don’t know how... I’ve never been here before. I’m not who you think.”

There was concern in the gold eyes focused on him. “Clearbrook...Scouter...Cutter...these mean nothing to you?”

He shook his head. He knew the other elf didn’t believe him, but he had nothing he could say to explain what had happened.

The other elf looked away with a sigh and stared thoughtfully at the fire before turning back. “If you are not One-Eye, then who are you?” Seeing his confusion, he re-tried, “What shall we call you?”

A single word floated to the front of his consciousness, a word that he felt himself in, it seemed to somehow encompass everything he was. And even as it felt so right, he found himself hesitant to share it. Maybe later, when he learned more. His hand rose to the patch that covered his eye. “One-Eye is fine, for now.”

There was a glimmer of a smile from the other elf. “I am Rayek.” He gestured to the other elf that had come with them from the Palace, who stood over a large pot beside the fire, filling more bowls and laughing as he passed them out. "And you've met Ekuar."

One-Eye, as he now named himself, again felt the pull of eyes on him, and found the same elf from before watching him. Rayek followed his gaze, causing the other elf to narrow her eyes and look back to her companions. “And that is Kahvi, leader of the Go-Backs. Welcome to our lodge.”

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Writers' Gallery / Re: Displaced - The resurrection of One-Eye
« on: May 19, 2018, 09:59:49 AM »
Kahvi watched Rayek help the One-Eyed elf to sitting and felt the distaste ripple her skin. She had had only two glimpses of him before. One, lying in the blood splattered snow as his life-mate keened over him. The other…

Laid out next to Vaya, heart beating, skin flushed as her daughter remained cold and still, wrapped in the metal shell that was too late to do her any good. Kahvi blinked before the wetness in her eyes could grow enough to trickle out.

Dead was dead, Kahvi had said before, and that was how it should be. Vaya had joined the circle and they had danced for her, her spirit was free.

But this one, holed up here with the rest of the ancient, useless things. She never thought there was any chance of him coming back, yet here he was. This was magic, and it wasn’t right. This was why she needed to get Rayek out of here, before everything got so turned around it lost any meaning.

She turned to encounter Ekuar just now catching up to them in their race to the chamber. “The wolfrider...Is he…?”

Kahvi shrugged and spit on the floor. It felt good to know that she’d sullied this puffed-up place. Power over life and death, but all the powers of the High Ones wouldn’t clean her filth off the floor. “Bring both of them for some food and warmth when they’re ready.” She shot a quick glance over her shoulder as she breezed past him. “I’ve had enough of this place for today.”
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As Ekuar hobbled over to where Rayek knelt, he heard the other elf’s declaration. “I am not the one you call One-Eye.” They exchanged glances.

“What do you mean?” Rayek asked.

But the other elf only shook his head, and looked from one to the other with eyes wide. How could he explain this?

Ekuar sensed his difficulty. “Well.” He nudged Rayek. “Kahvi kindly reminded me that it’s been a while since we’ve eaten.” He tightened the scarf wrapped over his shoulder. “And these old bones could do with some warming by the fire.” He put on an encouraging smile. “Let’s take our guest here back to the lodge.”

Rayek nodded and helped One-Eye to rise. He grabbed one of the fur blankets from the pallet and draped it over One-Eye’s shoulders. “You’ll want this.”

Slowly, they worked their way through the palace, One-Eye’s feet slipping on the smooth floor as he worked out the movement of his legs. Muscle memory took over quickly, and by the time they reached the door he was walking well on his own. Rayek opened the door and One-Eye followed them out.

He had no response to the shock of it. It was as complete, as blinding as the darkness of the spirit world he had left, but brightness. And instead of the unfeeling ether, sensation bit at every part of him. The brightness stung his eyes and prickled every exposed bit of skin. He blinked against his watering eyes, and slowly the world began to take shape around him.

The smooth sides of the palace rose above them as far as he could see. Even with the biting wind tearing at him, he could still feel the faint warmth emanating from it. But they did not stay with the warmth long, heading out into further coldness and swirling white. One-Eye found himself having to learn to walk again as his feet pushed through the blowing snow drifts. Ekuar held to his side, stabilizing him as he glanced around at the cliff sides and trees surrounding them. He could make out holes in the rocks where Rayek was guiding them.

As Rayek pulled apart the hide draping the doorway, warm air hit them along with smells of juicy meat sizzling over the fire. One-Eye stared down at his stomach as a strange gurgling emerged from it, accompanied by an odd tightening sensation. He looked up in bewilderment and was met with Ekuar’s twinkling smile. “I suppose it has been a while since there’s been any food in your body. We will remedy that right away!”

They led him to a soft sitting spot and a round object was placed in his hands. Whatever it was did not react well with the coldness still in his body from outside. He struggled not to drop the thing he’d been handed but it bit into him worse than the white world outside had. Luckily, the pain didn’t last long and soon calmed into a pleasant comforting feeling. He found that his fingers moved more easily now and the little shivers running across his skin began to subside.

He looked around to see others with similar objects, bringing them up to their mouths, then dropping them. Cautiously, he raised it to his lips. Instinct took over and he tipped the thick liquid inside into his mouth. The burst of flavors and involuntary swallowing that resulted caught him off-guard and he choked a little before he managed to get some of the liquid down smoothly. The comforting feeling that holding the object had caused spread down the center of his chest, then slowly spread outward through the rest of his body, chasing the cold from outside away.

He greedily drank some more.

Ekuar chuckled. “Like that, do you?”

He barely stopped to nod and raised the bowl again, but Ekuar pushed it down with surprising force. “Ah ah, slow down.”

He was about to object when a stabbing pain in his gut had him doubled over. His bewildered eyes met Ekuar’s for an explanation.

“Your body is not used to so much food all at once.” A sad look crossed his face. “Believe me, I know.”

Ekuar patted his shoulder and took the bowl. “Rest now. Have some more in a bit.”

He did as Ekuar suggested and leaned back against the fur-covered wall.

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Writers' Gallery / Displaced - The resurrection of One-Eye
« on: April 21, 2018, 10:04:25 AM »
There was a discussion on another Elfquest site about the nature of Timmain's split to become Cutter and whether when she did that, was another spirit that was the true child of Bearclaw and Joyleaf's Recognition displaced? That started me thinking about that poor spirit wandering around, and imagining a story where that spirit found and claimed One-Eye's "empty shell".

When I started this, I kind of forgot about the whole wrap-stuff business and how he would need someone to help him get out of it (how was that going to work originally, I don't know. Leave One-Eye all wrapped up in hopes he'd return to his body and...lay there?).

I looked back at the times when One-Eye was unwrapped, but none of them worked with the story as I had started to map it out, so I decided to heck with it. We will ignore any canon ideas of wrapstuff and just let it conveniently disappear when needed here.

The story begins...

Part 1

There were only two events with any significance.

The first was the one that had called him out of the void and into existence. Something had pulled him apart from the Others and into a different world. He had gone from insensate darkness to the brilliance of two sparks meeting, joining in a shock of new sensations. Light, color, warmth, feeling - all exploded out of the joining and he found himself pulled irresistibly towards the fusing sparks. It grew closer every moment and he was on the point of being consumed.

Then, nothing.

It was almost as if he had been pushed away, as if something else had taken his place in the growing fire.

He returned to the darkness, but still kept his separateness. He was aware now that Others had been separate, too. They tried to explain this new separateness, but he had no understanding of what they tried to convey. Death, life, love, it was all meaningless.

He did find that in his separateness he was able to “go out.” He had a new concept of distance and he found that there were some like him, who were able to leave the Others. Each was a bright spark and he could travel from one to the other. Some, he could commune with, but others seemed surrounded by some barrier that made them faint and unapproachable. The travelers tried to explain, but they also spoke in the language of life and death and he didn’t understand.

The faint sparks drew him like the brilliance that had called him into separateness. He began to be curious. If only he could get inside one of the barriers, but each was full of its spark and had no room for him.

Then the second event happened.

A barrier was brought to the presence of the Others, but there was no spark inside.

He surrounded it, and as he got closer he once again became aware of the same senses that had been there at the two sparks joining. It was...painful. And...joyful. And bright, and cold, and warm and dark and hard and soft and so much, but he couldn’t stop, falling deeper and deeper into the blinding chaos. Turned around and spinning until finally, all was quiet.

The sensations stabilized. He was enclosed. No longer infinite and formless, there now were limits to him. He could feel edges of his awareness. Below him, there was a feeling of pressure. Above and around, something soft rested against him. Beyond that, nothing.

He opened his eyes. He tried to make sense of the new world he saw. He was vaguely aware of the presence of the Others around him, but they were far away. He was in a large, bright space, laid out on a soft surface.

He lifted his hand and stared at it, amazed at the feeling of muscles pushing, softness sliding over his skin. Somehow, as he saw each new thing, he was able to name it and it made sense as the knowledge he had gained from the travelers fell into place.

He could hear a noise. Voices, not far away, but muffled. The sound of them caused a tightening feeling in his gut and he knew the sound was not happy.

He swung his legs over and gingerly touched them to the floor. He tried to lift himself, but was too weak. He stumbled to the floor, gasping at the crushing sting as his splayed hands hit the hard ground.

The voices stopped. For a minute there was silence, then footsteps, slow and soft at first, then louder and faster as they raced toward him and abruptly halted. A gasp rang through the stillness.

“One-Eye!?”

He raised his head to find two figures in front of him. Their basic structures were similar, and similar to his, but in appearance they were quite different. The closer figure was of almost uniform thickness, slightly wider at the top, and gave an impression of overall darkness. Long hair was pulled back and fell in a straight line behind, rippling like the blackness between worlds. The whole body was covered in dark skin, but the eyes were a color like the heart of a star. The other figure that held back also was dark on top, a shaggy halo surrounding its upper half. This one though had a variety of thicknesses. Wide, then narrow, then wide again, with more complex contours than the other. And its skin was light, blending in more with the brightness around them.

He remembered the long ago decision to become beings that required two forms to reproduce and thought maybe that explained the differences. But which one was he?

The nearer figure had knelt next to him and moved to support him back up to standing. He focused on where they touched, and the contrast he saw there. So he was light, like the other figure farther away. Did that mean they shared biological function? But as he pulled up he realized his build was top-heavy and narrow, more like the one helping him. He seemed to share characteristics of both. It was very confusing.

The darker one helped ease him back onto the platform from which he had fallen.

“One-Eye? You’ve come back!”

He raised his hands to his face and felt that he indeed had space for two eyes like the ones watching him, but one had been covered with a scrap of material. He lifted it, and where the eye should be, only felt thickened and twisted skin. It disturbed the others to see it, he could tell, so he lowered the fabric back down.

He took a deep breath, registering the novelty of the sensation of filling his lungs, expanding, contracting, feeling the air rushing in and out. He focused on this as he steadied himself before finally attempting to shape his mouth and coordinate the release of air to make the correct noises.

“No.” it was little more than a breath at first. He drew another breath in and tried again.

“No.” It sounded rough and ripped through his throat. He cough and swallowed, pressing his lips to bring moisture to his dry mouth. “I am not the one you call One-Eye.”

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Holts / Re: EQ fanart RPG!
« on: February 20, 2018, 06:25:45 PM »
You have permission to use my characters, if you like.

I'm sorry, too, to not see where it will go. Thanks for the game, it was fun writing practice.  :)

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Holts / Re: EQ fanart RPG!
« on: February 01, 2018, 09:34:30 AM »
"I can sleep anywhere," Moondrop growls. "Just move!"

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Holts / Re: EQ fanart RPG!
« on: February 01, 2018, 06:41:33 AM »
Moondrop rolls her eyes, then gestures toward the tree. "Then you pick."

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Holts / Re: EQ fanart RPG!
« on: February 01, 2018, 05:40:51 AM »
"It's alright." Dusk reassures Marut. "It's not your job to take care of us. We all just got thrown here with what we have. But I'll manage. I've spent colder nights. I'll just stay here by the fire." He tries to make himself comfortable leaning against a log.

Moondrop stops at hearing the other's conversation. She looks at Mehadrin, considering his almost non-existent clothing. "You may den with me, if you want." Her look turns hard. "But if you do, understand that it is for warmth only. I have no wish to take care of you. I make no promises, and I want nothing from you. Except your silence."

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Holts / Re: EQ fanart RPG!
« on: January 31, 2018, 12:46:19 PM »
Dusk could tell Marut was uncomfortable, and the discussion was not one he was interested in continuing, so he was very grateful when Laluna changed the subject.

Moondrop had been keeping her hands busy slicing off small pieces of meat and feeding it to the chicks. With Laluna's departure she figured the discussion was done for the day and headed up to her own chosen den.

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Holts / Re: EQ fanart RPG!
« on: January 31, 2018, 10:10:31 AM »
Dusk shakes his head and laughs again, more genuinely this time. He smiles. "Thanks for the offer, but I'm with Tomi on this - I prefer the company of the lasses."

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Holts / Re: EQ fanart RPG!
« on: January 31, 2018, 09:52:58 AM »
Dusk laughs, but it is a harsh sound filled with amusement and frustration more than mirth. "I am 'nice' because so far you have given me no reason to be otherwise."

"I have no idea what I'm doing here. I have a home and loved ones I want to return to, and I figure the best chance I have of that is to figure out why I'm here in the first place. And I may need all of you to do that."

"Moondrop is right. From what I've heard, the rest of us had nothing to do with ending up here. I don't even know where 'here' is. You, and your brother, are the only ones who seem to be able to cross the mist or know anything about this place."

"So, if you tell me you don't know, I'll believe you. But if I find out you are lying or holding back, you won't be calling me nice anymore."

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Holts / Re: EQ fanart RPG!
« on: January 31, 2018, 05:05:26 AM »
Dusk was reminded again of the Royal Concubines, and some of the humans he had met coming to trade with the trolls. He understood that the trolls could sometimes demand a higher price if they made fancy designs on their jewelry or weapons. Who didn't like to look at something beautiful? But to treat living things like a trinket, to be hoarded or sold? He didn't understand that.

He helped Mehadrin to a seat. "Sit down. As long as we're all here together, and honest with one another, we will protect each other. You don't have to strut and preen to be safe"

Dusk sighed. "Laluna and Rustle are injured, and I'm sure we're all a little worn out by the strangeness of today. Maybe it'd be best to do as Tomi says and rest now, then see about the cave in the morning."

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Holts / Re: EQ fanart RPG!
« on: January 30, 2018, 04:22:24 PM »
Dusk had sat, elbows on his knees, hands templed, quietly absorbing all that was said. Now he rubbed his chin thoughtfully before straightening up to answer Marut.

“If the High One can fly, then the plan to track him doesn’t make much sense. And if Guyaro knows where we are, he could be listening now, but isn't hurting, or helping us. As Laluna says, he may need our help.”

“The fish is interesting. I wonder if it might be related to the false wall Tidemist mentioned. It might be time for at least some of us to check it out.”

“Tomi, do you think you could apply your building skills to figuring out a way past the wall?”

Moondrop had taken the meat Marut had offered. As she chewed she stared at Mehadrin with eyes narrowed. “We all just found ourselves here, but you came looking for your brother. What do you know about this place? And him?”

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Holts / Re: EQ fanart RPG!
« on: January 30, 2018, 11:45:59 AM »
"Maybe." Moondrop shrugs again, not too concerned. "It's what he said."

"The old man seemed injured. Maybe Guyaro sliced off his toe and fed it to the big fish." She looks earnestly at Tomi. "I DID see a big golden fish."

"Did I mention the old guy could fly?" Moondrop pondered a moment, trying to think what else she may have forgotten.

"Guyard said he wanted to kill the old man. Did he say why?"

"I mean, the old man killed the humans, but he said they captured him. He didn’t say anything about killing me...well, just at first, before we started talking. But after that, he seemed...almost...nice."

"And he does want to get this mist figured out. Guyaro didn't say anything about that."

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Holts / Re: EQ fanart RPG!
« on: January 30, 2018, 06:46:04 AM »
"Oh!" Moondrop cries suddenly. "I forgot! The old man also said something about Guyaro taking a piece of him and putting it in a fish. I think I saw the fish when I was swimming earlier. "

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Holts / Re: EQ fanart RPG!
« on: January 29, 2018, 04:57:11 PM »
The corner of Moondrop's mouth tilted up in amusement at Tomi's muttered opinion, then she gazed into the flames as she listened to Laluna before adding her own information.

"I met the gold-skinned old man. He admitted he destroyed the village."

She looks up to watch Mehadrin as she continues.

"He said that it was Guyaro we should beware of. That he wants to keep the mist, and all of us trapped here in it."

"The old man was trying to find some place so he could destroy the mist."

"Then he said something about my eyes...but he didn't threaten to poke them out," she shrugged. "so, I guess it doesn't matter."


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Holts / Re: EQ fanart RPG!
« on: January 28, 2018, 12:53:48 PM »
"Moondrop", she beamed, almost childishly pleased to be able to provide this nugget of information.

Dusk gave a perplexed glance at Moondrop before smiling at Laluna. "Dusk. At your service."

Instead of putting the fire out, he now added a few more twigs and blew gently to help them catch the flames. "I would love to hear what you found out."

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Holts / Re: EQ fanart RPG!
« on: January 28, 2018, 12:19:48 PM »
A sly smile crosses Moondrop's face. "I did, but I left it back at that burned out village, if you want to have a look."

"And i am not a cub." The smile is replaced with a more serious, irritated glare. "And I wasn't missing."

Her face turns thoughtful. "At least I didn’t think I was. Was I missed?"

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Holts / Re: EQ fanart RPG!
« on: January 28, 2018, 10:38:35 AM »
"Right." Dusk begins to kick sand into the dying embers of the fire to put it out when he suddenly stops and draws his sword. "I hear someone coming."

Moondrop slows, stopping where the fading glow just touches her. She frowns at the drawn weapon, and the new elf holding it. Another new face, she accepts with a sigh.

"Who are you?" Dusk challenges.

Moondrop stills. She had a name once, she's sure, but it's so long since she's had to think about it. She reaches back in her memory to the last time she was surrounded by others. She could almost glimpse it, the other bodies gathered around a fire, kind of like this one. She remembers talking, and laughter, and the cry of howls rising to the moon...Moon...

She can also remember arms around her, making her feel warm and protected. A voice speaks in her mind. For some reason she can't help but smile at the memory of it...My little "Moondrop" she says. "I was called Moondrop."

Dusk glances over his shoulder at Marut. "Is she one of yours?"

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Holts / Re: EQ fanart RPG!
« on: January 28, 2018, 10:06:17 AM »
Moondrop slaps at the mosquitoes, deciding that she has had enough of this bog for one night. She throws the clams down, but tucks the pearls into her bag. She is feeling hungry and cold again, and finds that she is actually interested in getting back to the fire, or at least wrapping up in one of the dens for awhile.
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"By Orehound's bleeding gums!" Dusk blinks at the area where the fog had just covered Tidemist and Vaeri. "What just happened!"

Dusk is feeling more threatened by the second. He looks at Marut. "Are you ready to leave?"

He points at Mehadrin. "I can stay here with him, but maybe it would be better if we all went together." He looks at the point where Rustle disappeared. "I don't want to stay here while we disappear one by one."

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Holts / Re: EQ fanart RPG!
« on: January 28, 2018, 06:51:53 AM »
Moondrop didn't spare too much thought for the bear. Anything so massive would surely be at a disadvantage moving through the mud, and it probably wouldn't be able to get too close to her without slapping water and slurping muck to give it away.

She was a little more curious about what was below the surface. Maybe it was just clams, at least she would know of another food source. But what if it was something else? Working as quickly and quietly as she could, keeping a sharp lookout for any movement, she wriggled her fingers around, feeling for edges, trying to work some of it loose.
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Dusk placed a reassuring hand on Marut's shoulder. "I'm sure she meant nothing by it. Just worried about her cub is all."

He himself was reassured to know that there wasn't a helpless cub roaming around out there. Wherever Rustle's cub was, sounded like she was able to take care of herself. But it did make him wonder.

"Are there any others in your group who are not here now?"

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Holts / Re: EQ fanart RPG!
« on: January 27, 2018, 03:18:06 PM »
(Moondrop roll =1)

This was something for Moondrop to think about. This Guyaro did not seem like the same person the old man had talked about. Both seemed quite harmless, but looks could be decieving. Moondrop had learned that it was always best to watch and learn before making a judgement.

She backed away and headed back to the bog. She would met up with them at the tree later.



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Holts / Re: EQ fanart RPG!
« on: January 27, 2018, 10:29:17 AM »
Dusk closed his eyes, trying to gain control of his temper. "So while we've been here dithering...squawking about what to do..." He gestured at the bird carcass "eating...there's been a cub out there...alone."

He turned to Marut and Tidemist. "Then if you are going to do something, I suggest you do it now." He nodded to Rustle. "Or I will."

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Holts / Re: EQ fanart RPG!
« on: January 27, 2018, 09:53:20 AM »
Moondrop had been side-tracked on her way back to the big tree, skirting the bog to find out if there were any dry paths through it. Her search so far had been unsuccessful, but now the sound of voices pulled her back toward the burned-out village. She crept forward low to the ground, staying to the tall grass for cover. She saw the blue-haired female talking with someone. It was the elf the old-man had warned about. She crept closer to hear better.

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At Rustle's words, Dusk nearly choked on the bite of food he had taken. "There's a cub out there? Alone?" He asked in disbelief.

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Holts / Re: EQ fanart RPG!
« on: January 20, 2018, 08:49:09 AM »
Dusk was enjoying the show, he didn't get entertainment like this every day, but something Tidemist had said was weighing on him.

"Can everyone just calm down? This is not the time to be arguing about who is prettier than who."

"Tidemist, you said there was a false wall in this cave of yours?" He frowned "Then I don't think we should be using it as a safe place until we can find out what's on the other side. If it's going to be me defending the..uh...more vulnerable of us, I would rather not have to fight on two fronts. Especially at night in an unfamiliar area."

"If you are going to scout, I would rather stay here. You've been here for a while, so it's probably safe. Leave figuring out the cave for daylight, and a time when we don't have the welfare of others to worry about."

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