Title: a tranquil rebellion [ part 4 ]
Author: Freija
Rating: PG
Notes: Hey kids, I'm back once more =) Up to now, the story is pretty
much following the exact plot of in-game roleplay (of course, for the
sake of story, the whisper roleplay we have done to other characters
who are online but nowhere near your area has been transferred to a
sort of 'message box' or 'mail' system, as you have read earlier ^_^).
Eventually I suspect things will slowly begin to trail off from
Darius and company's actual story for their respective characters, and
our roleplaying encounters. Some quoting has been changed slightly as
well. These deviations are simply to make it more interesting for the
readers, and the writer as well. ;)
And remember, I'm still incredibly behind as to our current plot
status. Enjoy! ...and for the love of Karana, PLEASE review!! ^^;;
New characters update:
+Tyrsell - Iksar - Necromancer
An intimidating lizard man. It is in his beliefs to inflict pain in
all others as a gift, and would love to have our Sylphiel as the next
sacrifice to his god, Cazic-Thule... or his next meal. He does not,
however, intimidate Sylphiel.
+Velisha - Barbarian - Warrior
Travelling companion of Cyzaine's. Has had a traumatic past, and thus
seeks solace in alcohol. She is fairly helpful and kind, and willingly
helps Sylphiel in her journey to the big city.
Disclaimer: ...got Sylph? Nope, I do! EQ isn't mine! I know I know,
I'm thinking of a better one for next time. Tonight me is vewwy vewwy
lazy... x.x
~ Love, Freija
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I knew we would meet again soon, and we did. Well, sort of. If you
consider communicating by mail 'meeting' that is. Sir Cyzaine had been busy
off and on with Dark Elf infestations, undead exterminations, hate raids,
Gnomesitting (o.O;) and the like, thus leaving me on my own to do a bit of
exploring. We did, however, remain in contact.
Proudly I now state that I am a level 8 Cleric. ^_^
It all began as another day in the Blackburrow. My group of 5 had
been doing fairly well, by which I mean we were surviving. Though the Light
Healing spell was still serving its purpose and my technique was greatly
improving, I was beginning to feel somewhat out of place, as strange as it
was. Qeynos was my hometown, yet day by day there had become far less things
for me to do that were worth my time in the advancement of my training.
Sir Cyzaine had spoken to me of the far city of Freeport. With its
bustling commerce and vast surrounding lands, Freeport was truly the heart
of Antonica. Hundreds and hundreds of visitors from all lands far and wide
would come to experience the riches of goods, cultures, and training
opportunities each day. He had advised me to make the journey to the city
when the time was right.
Sadly that time seemed to be creeping up on me faster every single
day.
The one comfort I had was that my new Erudite friend had arranged me
an escort to Freeport so I would not have to travel in solitude. It would be
a lot less lonely... and a lot less dangerous. Her name was Velisha, and she
was a Barbarian Warrior from Halas, which was near to my hometown and even
nearer to the Blackburrow.
Today was the day that she was going to take me.
For now I was training with this group of 5, as I said. All was going
fairly normal, until I accidentally slipped off a ledge in my lack of vision.
Splash.
Just as Sir Cyzaine had warned, the next thing I knew I was in the
water. Not a fabulous swimmer either, I struggled to stay afloat. I shouted out
to my group mates for help, who at the moment were busy fighting off a group of
some of the more vicious gnolls. My plea went unanswered.
I coughed as the water slowly but surely began filling my lungs. At this
rate, I wouldn't be getting to Freeport anytime soon...
"Sylphiel Veranda?" A somewhat harsh female voice asked as her strong
arm pulled me out of the drink and onto the grassy shore. "Cyz was right, ya
really do gotta be more careful..."
"Oh! Hello!!" Quickly realising who she was, I tried to regain my
politeness. "Ve..Velisha?" I coughed up more water, as she patted me on the back.
"Stupid," she smiled. "Don't try to talk to me while you're sitting
here suffocating!"
"I.. take that.. as a.. yes..."
"Come on, let's get ya back home for a bit. You've got a long trip to
pack for..."
*
"I'll be takin' ya to the city now. Ready to take on the big world?"
Shaking my head at my heavily padded, axe and whip-weilding escort, I
turned to lay my eyes upon my fair hometown one last time. No, this small
place had no need for me anymore. No longer was I Sylphiel Veranda, Level 8
Cleric of Qeynos. Now I was level 8 Cleric of Norrath, travelling the wide
world alone in order to find my destiny...
"Yes Miss Velisha," I stammered, cramming my 5 days ration of food and
water into my knapsack. "I am ready."
"Alright then! Let's get movin'. This ain't an easy trip, so make sure
ya got something comfortable to walk in."
And at that, I left the area for the first time, making my first step
on a life long journey. Just days from now I would be in a foreign land. Right
before leaving the zone, I said a short prayer to my Protector.
The woman tipped her head at me in some minor confusion. "Ya comin'?"
Wiping the smallest of tears from my eye, I nodded and smiled.
"...Let's go."
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Author: Freija
Rating: PG
Notes: Hey kids, I'm back once more =) Up to now, the story is pretty
much following the exact plot of in-game roleplay (of course, for the
sake of story, the whisper roleplay we have done to other characters
who are online but nowhere near your area has been transferred to a
sort of 'message box' or 'mail' system, as you have read earlier ^_^).
Eventually I suspect things will slowly begin to trail off from
Darius and company's actual story for their respective characters, and
our roleplaying encounters. Some quoting has been changed slightly as
well. These deviations are simply to make it more interesting for the
readers, and the writer as well. ;)
And remember, I'm still incredibly behind as to our current plot
status. Enjoy! ...and for the love of Karana, PLEASE review!! ^^;;
New characters update:
+Tyrsell - Iksar - Necromancer
An intimidating lizard man. It is in his beliefs to inflict pain in
all others as a gift, and would love to have our Sylphiel as the next
sacrifice to his god, Cazic-Thule... or his next meal. He does not,
however, intimidate Sylphiel.
+Velisha - Barbarian - Warrior
Travelling companion of Cyzaine's. Has had a traumatic past, and thus
seeks solace in alcohol. She is fairly helpful and kind, and willingly
helps Sylphiel in her journey to the big city.
Disclaimer: ...got Sylph? Nope, I do! EQ isn't mine! I know I know,
I'm thinking of a better one for next time. Tonight me is vewwy vewwy
lazy... x.x
~ Love, Freija
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I knew we would meet again soon, and we did. Well, sort of. If you
consider communicating by mail 'meeting' that is. Sir Cyzaine had been busy
off and on with Dark Elf infestations, undead exterminations, hate raids,
Gnomesitting (o.O;) and the like, thus leaving me on my own to do a bit of
exploring. We did, however, remain in contact.
Proudly I now state that I am a level 8 Cleric. ^_^
It all began as another day in the Blackburrow. My group of 5 had
been doing fairly well, by which I mean we were surviving. Though the Light
Healing spell was still serving its purpose and my technique was greatly
improving, I was beginning to feel somewhat out of place, as strange as it
was. Qeynos was my hometown, yet day by day there had become far less things
for me to do that were worth my time in the advancement of my training.
Sir Cyzaine had spoken to me of the far city of Freeport. With its
bustling commerce and vast surrounding lands, Freeport was truly the heart
of Antonica. Hundreds and hundreds of visitors from all lands far and wide
would come to experience the riches of goods, cultures, and training
opportunities each day. He had advised me to make the journey to the city
when the time was right.
Sadly that time seemed to be creeping up on me faster every single
day.
The one comfort I had was that my new Erudite friend had arranged me
an escort to Freeport so I would not have to travel in solitude. It would be
a lot less lonely... and a lot less dangerous. Her name was Velisha, and she
was a Barbarian Warrior from Halas, which was near to my hometown and even
nearer to the Blackburrow.
Today was the day that she was going to take me.
For now I was training with this group of 5, as I said. All was going
fairly normal, until I accidentally slipped off a ledge in my lack of vision.
Splash.
Just as Sir Cyzaine had warned, the next thing I knew I was in the
water. Not a fabulous swimmer either, I struggled to stay afloat. I shouted out
to my group mates for help, who at the moment were busy fighting off a group of
some of the more vicious gnolls. My plea went unanswered.
I coughed as the water slowly but surely began filling my lungs. At this
rate, I wouldn't be getting to Freeport anytime soon...
"Sylphiel Veranda?" A somewhat harsh female voice asked as her strong
arm pulled me out of the drink and onto the grassy shore. "Cyz was right, ya
really do gotta be more careful..."
"Oh! Hello!!" Quickly realising who she was, I tried to regain my
politeness. "Ve..Velisha?" I coughed up more water, as she patted me on the back.
"Stupid," she smiled. "Don't try to talk to me while you're sitting
here suffocating!"
"I.. take that.. as a.. yes..."
"Come on, let's get ya back home for a bit. You've got a long trip to
pack for..."
*
"I'll be takin' ya to the city now. Ready to take on the big world?"
Shaking my head at my heavily padded, axe and whip-weilding escort, I
turned to lay my eyes upon my fair hometown one last time. No, this small
place had no need for me anymore. No longer was I Sylphiel Veranda, Level 8
Cleric of Qeynos. Now I was level 8 Cleric of Norrath, travelling the wide
world alone in order to find my destiny...
"Yes Miss Velisha," I stammered, cramming my 5 days ration of food and
water into my knapsack. "I am ready."
"Alright then! Let's get movin'. This ain't an easy trip, so make sure
ya got something comfortable to walk in."
And at that, I left the area for the first time, making my first step
on a life long journey. Just days from now I would be in a foreign land. Right
before leaving the zone, I said a short prayer to my Protector.
The woman tipped her head at me in some minor confusion. "Ya comin'?"
Wiping the smallest of tears from my eye, I nodded and smiled.
"...Let's go."
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