(new players welcome to join) The Lies of Sayark's Past •~○~●~○~• Fantasy RP

[Ariel91]

T'lan walked into the woods, and by some miracle did not catch any of the trees on fire.

Lucas trotted up beside her, holding back a branch out of her way and bowing his head. "Where are we headed, Milady? If I may have your permission to ask."

 

[Ariel91]

<Hi guys>

((Hey, Dusty. ^.^ ))

 

[Dragapacacorn]

Lucas trotted up beside her, holding back a branch out of her way and bowing his head. "Where are we headed, Milady? If I may have your permission to ask."

"Oh, I don't really have a plan in mind, who ever does really?"

((I'm gonna make Dango DD Super pumped!))

 

[Ariel91]

"Oh, I don't really have a plan in mind, who ever does really?"

((I'm gonna make Dango DD Super pumped!))

Lucas blinked at her, letting her words sink in. He always had a plan, or least always he had before running into the mysterious Jinn. Since they had crossed paths his world had spiraled into a jumble of random events, or so it had seemed. He narrowed his eyes, sure that she was using her vast wisdom against him, making fun of him in some way. He felt as though she was always doing that, but it did not matter. He merely nodded his head. "Whever you go I shall follow, Milady."

((Dango? You mean, like the dumplings or is that a new internet/text word? rofl *feels like a very aged 23 year old*))

 

[Dragapacacorn]

Lucas blinked at her, letting her words sink in. He always had a plan, or least always he had before running into the mysterious Jinn. Since they had crossed paths his world had spiraled into a jumble of random events, or so it had seemed. He narrowed his eyes, sure that she was using her vast wisdom against him, making fun of him in some way. He felt as though she was always doing that, but it did not matter. He merely nodded his head. "Whever you go I shall follow, Milady."

((Dango? You mean, like the dumplings or is that a new internet/text word? rofl *feels like a very aged 23 year old*))

T'lan smiled in a slightly agitated way. "Oh, that' since, isn't it." T'lan was glad to have company even though she wouldn't admit it. Her life had been very lonely before Lucas came along. The one thing that annoyed her though, was his constant ramblings that had the word "m'lady" in every sentence.

((Dango is Japanese dumplings on a stick. This just got kinda awkward because I'm 13 XD))

 

[Ariel91]

T'lan smiled in a slightly agitated way. "Oh, that' since, isn't it." T'lan was glad to have company even though she wouldn't admit it. Her life had been very lonely before Lucas came along. The one thing that annoyed her though, was his constant ramblings that had the word "m'lady" in every sentence.

((Dango is Japanese dumplings on a stick. This just got kinda awkward because I'm 13 XD))

Lucas bobbed his head, smiling proudly. "It is rather nice to be traveling by your side, Mi...." He paused at the memory of the look on her face every time he he used the honorific title. "What title would you have me use, Milady?"

((Okeydokey, lol, enjoy. 13? Wow, I feel like an old lady now. XD ))

 

[Ariel91]

Florence took on the rear. It wasn't a far way from the path they would have been on. Sterling stopped in a clearing, he gave a loud low whistle and waited quietly. After a few seconds the sound of pounding hooves could be made out before a horse ran into the clearing slowing to a trot and stopped when it reached Sterling. He smiled rubbing the horses face affectionately. He grabbed the horses mane before pulling himself up onto the horses back. He smiled. "Im good. Ready to go, anything y'all need?" He asked.

Tollia shook her head, pointing to her pack then Gar's satchel. "We are carrying all that we own in the world." She smirkes and spoke to Gar under her breath. "Not much is it?" He smiled back and chuckled, patting her knee. "It's more than enough."

Tollia turned her attention back to Florence and Sterling. "Which way do we go?"

 

[Ariel91]

Kaydar grumbled. "It's the work of a D'Jinn, one whom I once knew personally. Somehow you have come under his power, that is why you cannot remember your past. Have faith, Youngling, the effects are only temporary. All shall return to you with time."

Rose nodded firmly. "Most deffinatly" She found his surprise rather surprising herself, but was not about to let it show

Kaydat began to shrug his massive shoulders but thought better of it, not sure how the inexperienced riders would react. Ellayn would have merely shifted her weight to stay perched upon his back, but she had decades of experiance. "Your manor and clothing made me believe you were of one of the Houses. Do forgive me, La.... Rosemary. I suppose it would be considered an insult to be counted among nobility in this day and age. Tell me more of your small wooden home."

Gardinia sat up straight "A ...what? And...why ME? How long will the effects last? Is there something that can be done, to help me remember? I have to find my brother, but I don't know where to start. Can you help me?"

Kaydar shook his head, looking in front of them once more. "A D'Jinn is a creature of power and mystery. They have the ability to control either water or air. The one in particular that I knew had the ability to make people forget. I do not know for certain how long the effects last, only that they fade. Someone did this to you, Youngling, I do not know who. I don't it was the D'Jinn himself, he was a good fellow at heart. Someone used him to do this, of that I am certain. I know of only one person who can help you remember and it is the Jinn T'lan. She is the mirror image of Nal'T, his opposite. She is the reason he cannot remember and has the ability to steal others memories as well. I do not truly know how they are connected, they are called Twins but not brother and sister. I never meddled in the affairs of D'Jinn and Jinn, as a whole their race was too strange, too self serving for my tastes. My wife Ellayn knew much about them, Nal'T was her closest friend and advisor. The two had grown up together, she helped him to remember who he was. But that was long ago, I am sure that he has forgotten who he is. Yes, T'lan is your only answer, Youngling, it is her or wait for your memories to sort themselves out."

Gardenia set shaking her head "I don't understand, why would someone try to make me forget, what has happened in my life that could be that important?" She was really just speaking her thought aloud. Not really expecting an answer. "How can I find T'lan and why would she even help me?"

Kaydar snorted. "Bring her a bobble that's all she cares about. Cast iron, Topaz, I forget what else, precious stones of some sort. She sells her information, she has no alliances, least aways she didn't in my day. She is who I am seeking in Puralay. You will have your chance to speak with her when we get there, assuming she still has her den within the city."

Kaydar let the wind lift him higher into the sky, the membrane of his wings billowing. He closed his eyes, awaiting Rosemary's answer. He wished that he had more to offer Gardenia, but he was at a loss. He could only hope that the Jinn could reveal her past.

 

[Dragapacacorn]

Lucas bobbed his head, smiling proudly. "It is rather nice to be traveling by your side, Mi...." He paused at the memory of the look on her face every time he he used the honorific title. "What title would you have me use, Milady?"

((Okeydokey, lol, enjoy. 13? Wow, I feel like an old lady now. XD ))

T'lan turned around and looked at Lucas for a bit before finally speaking. "T'lan. My name is T'lan."

((No, you start to feel old when you've seen 3 Reyes children grow up. It makes you feel really old. At my age, that feeling is really disturbing.))

 

[Ariel91]

Nal'T could hear them and he felt his heart racing. He struggled, strapped into the tight, wooden chair, the iron bands on his wrist biting into his blue flesh and dripping with his blood. He could feel each of the wounds that they had inflicted, deep, rotting wounds. But they were nothing compared to the fear. He was a creature of open spaces, of light, he knew that much. But here they had him, strapped down in a room only large enough for his chair, the darkness so deep he saw visions swimming before his eyes. He didn't know how long he had been in this room, couldn't remember where he had been when the Elves captured him. That was his curse, you see, he could only recall back a fortnight and a fortnight only. His memory stretched no further back. Memories of people, places, events, they were out of his grasp. But he could recall key things, the names of things, for one, the ways of things for another. He was not like an infant, clueless and vulnerable, he could defend himself, could kill his opponents easily. He knew that he had killed, had killed countless creatures, but he did not know why. He only knew that he had. He knew that the Elves were in power, that they were lead by a fiend named Qualair, he knew that his own people were few and far between. He knew that the Elves had killed the Dragons and the Wildlings, believed that he may have even partook of that war himself. But the personal things, if he had ever known his mother, where he had been as a child, if he had ever known a lover. He could feel tears streaming down his face and he did not care, he was weak, he was foolish. And he did not care. It had always been that way, that he did know, this curse of memory. Somewhere in the world his opposite lived and she had the true power. The Jinn that had robbed him of a normal life. That was the way of his people. A D'Jinn to every Jinn, Each one another's opposites in every way. Normally that meant altered personalities, different elements. Water to fire, earth to air. But every so often there is born a set of 'Twins' that are different from the rest. The balance is unequal, instead of two beings, strong in their own right, normal in their own way, one of the twins is powerful. He or she robs from their opposite a power and it magnifies their own. Nal'T was such a D'Jinn. He was the weaker twin, he had lost his memories to his Jinn. He could alter the flow of water, that was his element. And the ability of it was laughable. What he could control was a mist, a faint drizzle. No more. There were kinfolk of his out there that could start a typhoon and he could make dew on a tree. His one true power was his blood. It could cause others to forget, could rob them of their memories. But it was not permanent, his blood had to be injected every fortnight or the effects wore off. So they came to him every day, the Elves, and they nearly drained him dry. Then a healer would come in and dress his wounds and give him some sort of vial concoction mixed by a machine. His blood would be restored and the whole process would begin again the next day. He had no idea how long this routine had been carried on, but his body felt as though it had been years. He could hear them opening the door, heard a very familiar sound. They had brought water. His heart stopped and his eyes shot open wide as they threw back the door. He blinked at the two of them, his vision blurry and the light stinging his eyes. One of them reached for his arm with a needle, the other, his guard no doubt, started to tip back a glass of water. Nal'T squeezed his eyes shut, focusing all of his power on the glass. The Elves screamed as the glass exploded, cutting the one with the needle in the neck. Nal'T called the water to him, coating his wrists and ripping them free from the shackles. The guard blinked at him in surprise and he grabbed the syringe, slamming it into the forehead of the guard. He then slammed his bare foot down on the edge of a large glass shard. The shard flipped up into the air and the D'Jinn rammed it with his knee, burying it deep in the Elf's chest. The guard fell without a sound and Nal'T stood there, looking into his small cell. It was no more than a closet, the thick oak door latched with a simple clasp. They had underestimated him. He smiled, knowing that it had been his plan all along. He liked it when people underestimated him, it gave him the upper hand. He could not remember what he had done to warrant such a flimsy cell, but he was thankful for it. He picked up his guard's cloak, gloves, and spear, silently padding down the hall, the small amount of water trailing after him like a hound. It wasn't much, hardly anything at all, but it had saved him, had surprised the Elves. He grinned again, just as he would. He walked past a viewing window and stopped, seeing a Wildling caged down below him. He bit his lip, his kind heart wrenching. Without a second thought he stabbed the control with his spear, laughing as the shield shimmered and melted away. "Wildling! Freedom is yours if you will have it!" His voice was hoarse and frail, unused for only God knew how long. He held his hand out, not quite sure how he expected the Wilding to get up to him. In truth he had merely meant it as a gesture. But to his shock the Maid leapt up onto the vanity, springing onto it's mirror and launching herself at the stone wall. In seconds she had scaled it, grasping his hand and pulling herself up beside him. "Thank you. They call me Ellayn, I am not sure if that is my true name or not, but that is what they call me. I can't remember what I was really named." He nodded, bowing deeply. "I am Nal,T and I am afraid that it is because of me that you do not remember." The Wildling Maid leapt back, nearly falling back into her prison. He grabbed her arm without thinking, his sleeve rising to reveal his own strangely hued arm. She stared at in shock for a moment, her beautiful eyes wide. "You are a D'Jinn! You used your magic on me." He shook his head, not feeling like explaining to her that neither D'Jinns of Jinns could use magic. That their abilities were no different than a Dragon changing form. "The Elves injected you with my blood, it causes your memories to fade away. It's only temporary though, so you shall be able to recall everything within a fortnight, maybe sooner. We had best be going now. We can go different ways if you wish..." She  grabbed his spear, breaking it in half over her knee and handing his the tipped end back. She spun the staff as to test it, striking the air as though she was cracking open a skull. She darted down the hall, stopping before she rounded a corner and looking at him over his shoulder. "If you are coming hurry along, your magic could come in handy, D'Jinn." Nal'T felt the urge to argue magic again but shook his head, speeding after the strange Wildling Maid.

Nal'T stopped, pressing his body tight against the stone wall. A trail of dead Elves lay behind the two of them, both guards and knights. None that had seen them still drew breath. He was awed by the Wildling's skills, she was a warrior on part with himself. He looked at her now, her thin white slip of a dress splashed with crimson. "We need to find a change of clothing, we have to get out of this place." She nodded, opening a door and gesturing inside. "Be my guest." He ducked inside and she silently shut the door behind them. They were in a guest room, a giant wardrobe across from them. He threw open the doors and tossed a golden ball gown to Ellayn, throwing off his bloody clothing and doing a fine set of clothing. The coat was white tried in red, gold embroidery running down the brocade sleeves. A matching cloak went over his shoulders. He looked at Ellayne, concentrating on an image in his mind. With great difficulty his skin began to change, taking on the milky white hue of an Elf noble. She blinked at him and shook her head, accepting his shifting rather more smoothly than he would have thought. She slipped on a wrap that encircled her neck and head, the green silk embroidered with colorful little blossoms. She smiled and opened a chest next to the wardrobe, pulling out two decorative shortswords. She buckled one onto each hip, tossing the matching long sword to Nal'T. He caught it and fastened it onto his back. "Thank you. Are you ready to be free of this place?" She smiled, lifting the wrap so that it covered all but her eyes. "Beyond ready, my friend." They left the chamber as though they owned it, sauntering through the halls until they came upon the large door that lead into the stables. Nal'T chose the finest horse, swinging up into the stallions saddle and pulling Ellayne up behind him. He smirked, relishing the fact that he had yet again outwitted an opponent. He urged the horse forward, speeding away into the early dawn, the Wildling clinging to him and laughing like a madwoman.