-The Mythics RP-

[Isabella7Storm5]

Uhh.. time travel?

Time skip? Like, just hurry up I guess?? Idk man, it’s so hard to keep the time of day even.

it hasnt been day i dont think
we've been STUCK in eternal night

 

[Amer]

(Not really sure how long it takes to get across the island so I am going to be intentionally vague.)
Mary walked and walked and walked some more. The owl rode her shoulder.
She sensed that her home was a mile away.
She was definitely going to be grounded. If she didn’t take matters into her own hands, she might not be able to deliver her message.
She told the owl to deliver this message to the harpy elders: “I speak for a scout.There are 40 centuars being held in the north of the human camp. Work quickly. And bring all of the fire pellets you can.” Explosives didn’t exactly translate into owl tongue. Mary had to hope that the harpies would understand what “fire pellets” meant.
Finally, she told the owl that when the Harpies lead a rescue mission, the owl had to return to the Centuars to warn them to go to the north.
The owl flew ahead to deliver her message. Mary walked the last mile home.

 

[Crestcrazy2]

I like your layout idea! Aerie’s cell has a metal door though with just a small window to look in through.
I can work with it though.


Aerie lifted his head and sniffed the air.
The same horse rider was back. Except now he was outside the door. The young wyvern let out a low, curious growl through his exhale. Why was the guard asking who he was? Didn’t they already know who he was? Maybe they didn’t.
Aerie fell silent, waiting for the guard to look through the window.
When he saw the man’s face through the grate, squinting into the darkness to try to make out what he was seeing, Aerie shifted his tail across the stones in acknowledgement to him, waiting for the man’s reaction.

(Oh ok yes, it’ll work. Let’s say Shem entered the dungeon and saw a long row of cells, one with a scaly creature inside.)


Shem shivered inadvertently as the low growl permeated the damp air.
“Can you speak…what are you?..” he asked, stepping forward. A snuffed out lantern hung from the ceiling and swayed slightly with the breeze from the open door. Shem reached out and found a box of matches on a ledge close to the lantern. In one swift motion he struck the match and lit the lantern, stepping close to the small slit in the metal door, brightening the room enough to see what he was looking at.
Scales and chains. A young Wyvern.
He’d never seen one before, but it lived up to the tales. Humanoid figures draped in dragon skin, a gift from the ancient gods who lived in the stars as Fengonne put it.
“Stars of Fazia…a wyvern..”

 

[Crestcrazy2]

Btw fazia is a centaur thing in my head lol

 

[-Shade-]

uuhhhhhh it was early morning in my mind, like 5 AM-ish...

 

[Isabella7Storm5]

uuhhhhhh it was early morning in my mind, like 5 AM-ish...

 

[Blue Raptor]

Oh i thought you meant PM.
Sure. Morning.

 

[Isabella7Storm5]

Oh i thought you meant PM.
Sure. Morning.

i was so confused as to why it was evening again all of a sudden

 

[_-Captain BRM-_]

(I think this is pretty good. The rabbit trails are actually adding to her character, IMO. Now let's see how I write... I'm on my phone, so hopefully it's not a bunch of spelling errors. )

Jintao kept his face down and his hand in his pocket as he strolled down the street. Somehow he had to get out of the cove. Someone was sure to recognize him from either his pirate past or his current present. He stopped by a store window. There was a black hat that promised a good disguise with its cheap price sitting below its hanger. Jintao felt the coins in his pocket. They'd cover it, but barely. Going into the crowded store, he stuck the hat and coins on the counter.
"Needing this for something special?" the clerk asked with suspicion.
Jintao looked away. "The sun's too bright," he pretended to be interested in the items below the counter. "I need something to keep it out of my eyes."
"Right-" the clerk took the coins and putting them in his cash register, he handed Jintao the hat. When Jintao took the hat, the clerk said, "A lefty, eh? Don't see many of those around here. I hear they're champions at fighting."
Jintao put the hat on his head and looked down. His right sleeve was still tucked neatly in his pocket as though he was holding his hand in there. "Yeah, but I don't fight." He turned to leave.
"Shame," the clerk said behind him. His tone lowered. "You'd be good at it. I see it in your eyes. At least, you used to be, that is."
A shiver rose the hairs on the back of Jintao's neck. He had encountered this person before, but where? On a ship most likely. Him being a clerk, it mostly likely was a merchant ship that his crew had attacked and this man somehow survived.
The clerk reached below the counter. Jintao rushed to the door before he could see what the man was grabbing. "Have a nice day," he said on his way out. He went down the street until he felt like he was far enough away. Slipping into an alley, he leaned against a brick building. His heart was racing and he was breathing heavily. That man must of had a gun below that counter and wasn't afraid to use it in his own store, Jintao thought.
After a few minutes, Jintao leaned the hat forward, hiding half of his face with the brim. He should be getting back to Lyra by now. The sun was going down anyways. He returned to the streets and headed in the direction of the docks. He'd think of a plan to leave later, despite him knowing that he should have already left. Any person who recognized him as a pirate could surely start trouble, if not even try to kill him. He thought of the King's soldiers. Anyone working for them wouldn't be much better either.
Jintao said a silent prayer on his way back to the docks. He needed guidance badly. When he arrived, he found Tay laying under the boardwalk. He stopped and stared as she hadn't noticed him there yet. She looked frail and broken inside. Past hurts, current terrors or other seemed to be weighing her down. Jintao felt as though the answer came to him. He couldn't leave her like this, even if he himself needed the protection he couldn't give.

"Hey, how are things?" Jintao sat down next to Tay and looked out over the sea. He paused and pulled something from inside his coat. "Just in case you're hungry, I got you a little something." He handed her a wrapped up half loaf. It wasn't much, but for the cheap price, he knew it was good enough until he could buy more.

"Oh." she said, taking the bread into her sturdy hands. "Blessings, man."
She sighed, feeling uncertain as she looked into the sun. It hurt.
Simple pain.
She stared harder.
The moment they entered the Cove Jintao's anxiety had awoke, and it lingered throughout his tight demeanor with obvious prominence. Everyone would have noticed his vulnerable appearance, yet he still sat beside her with a pumping heart and literal currency. Extreme luck has guided his steps, she thought, for no common thug would let go such an offer.
"Nice sombrero." She said. "I'm going to get out of here. On one of the new crews, I think." She glanced at his gentle eyes, then looked back to the sun. Her portrait had been plastered to every wall. Every news board bore the call for her arrest.
And yet he had said nothing.
Did he know?
He must know.
"The Cove is not safe for you, or for myself. Once we land our first port, I'll leave for land. I don't wish to stay at sea."

@Lacy Duckwing

 

[Blue Raptor]

(Oh ok yes, it’ll work. Let’s say Shem entered the dungeon and saw a long row of cells, one with a scaly creature inside.)


Shem shivered inadvertently as the low growl permeated the damp air.
“Can you speak…what are you?..” he asked, stepping forward. A snuffed out lantern hung from the ceiling and swayed slightly with the breeze from the open door. Shem reached out and found a box of matches on a ledge close to the lantern. In one swift motion he struck the match and lit the lantern, stepping close to the small slit in the metal door, brightening the room enough to see what he was looking at.
Scales and chains. A young Wyvern.
He’d never seen one before, but it lived up to the tales. Humanoid figures draped in dragon skin, a gift from the ancient gods who lived in the stars as Fengonne put it.
“Stars of Fazia…a wyvern..”

Aerie narrowed his eyes at the sudden light of the lantern. He blinked several times, trying to keep his eyes on the man’s shocked face.
So he didn’t know who Aerie was. Maybe the king didn’t tell his guards.
The young wyvern lifted himself off the floor with a clatter of chains and sat kneeled on the floor, clawed hands in lap. He squinted at Shem and tilted his head. “I.. can speak,” Aerie said in a heavily disused rasp of a voice; deep, yet oddly young-sounding. “I’m—a wyvern.”