Prepare for the #LodanRespawn2024 Existing characters may choose to be displace from/have memories of different timelines, thereby allowing returning members the option to retcon their whole character. These changes are the result of the "Unnatural Fog" plot device that is running between now and the Respawn. The plot is simple: no matter where your character is, that place is shrouded in a thick fog that suspends time, but not thoughts or memories, so even if they're repeating the same day over and over again, they continue to remember, so each time feels like a new day. For those retconning OCs; this is where new versions of themselves have the opportunity to replace the old versions. Official lore and tree updates will be announced asap
A doctor had come. And he had recognized that mask, that hair, but not in this state. She looked different. Older. Or at least, through the way she walked, the way the blood drenched shirt clung to her, weary, and tired. But what did he expect in this state of war? Of carnage, of destruction, of screams and sobs? He had it easy. She, well, she was facing her own war. Turning away, he let the bird woman have her moment with Lasair. It seemed the red headed man was important to many people. Strange, how a boy so young could have that affect on numerous individuals. But, maybe that would explain why Sayvahn was there as well. He mused the thought. Would he have even come if Lasair had said something? Probably not. In a way, Sayvahn had come to the site not just for the people, but for Lasair. How foolish of him.
A familiar voice rang, muffled, but growing louder. Sayvahn heard his name, and turned to see that at last, the man had awakened from his slumber. “Welcome back, sleeping beauty.” Glancing at the battlefield, Sayvahn tilted his head in thought, trying to answer Lasair’s question, despite it possibly being a trick question. What >didn’t< need to be done? “People are being evacuated to the trains, it seems. We can help escort wounded and other civilians, or we can get our hands dirty and fight. Whatever your preference is.” Pushing his glasses up, the feline ander flashed the other a grin. “Though, I suppose we could always distract.” He was going to elaborate, but looking at Vieka, he flashed the woman a separate grin. She may be close to Lasair, but frankly, Sayvahn didn’t know how close, so he paused to thank her for her time before continuing from where he left off. “Either way, it’s up to you to decide.”
Post by Lasair Landevier Lupen on Jan 13, 2016 0:09:45 GMT
Lasair nodded to Sayvahn’s summary. Right, attacks, evacuations, all the drama. He rubbed his head, remembering that he needed to be careful, needed to stay focused. It would be a bad time to get lost in the pain, even though dwelling it was oh so tempting. But Vieka couldn’t be expected to pull him out of it again. She had more important things to do.
“We can’t fight. Not yet at least. Let the EIRAL handle it, even though everyone knows they’ll lose. They need the sobering, the ego deflation, and they sure as hell need to get off that high horse they’re always sitting on.” He glanced between the medical tents and the train station, noticing a thin line of people walking from one to the other. The wounded needed to be on the trains, sent some place where they could get treatment that wasn’t being invaded by the Sveds. “Help with the trains. Get people to them, get people on them, whatever you want really,” he decided, spotting a woman limping towards the station with a bad leg. Lasair rushed towards her and threw her arm over his shoulder, supporting her enough to where they pick up the pace. They were simple enough instructions; Sayvahn even had some options.
Post by Elaine Anncroft on Jan 13, 2016 16:51:50 GMT
Elaine's mind was racing, the sounds of screams glitching in and out between her thoughts. She almost carried the poor woman on her shoulder closer to Zona through the crowd. A man suddenly rushed over startling the both of them only for it to turn out to be the woman's concerned and distraught husband, the dark haired girl passed her off. "Take her to the trains now! You can get directed to better help from there." She watched them walk off before hearing another boom and cowering as much as the people around her. The younger assassin moved closer to Zona as she spoke, whipping out her daggers and pressing them back against her the inside of her forearms in a shielded pose. As she always did when she didn't use them but was seriously thinking about it. "Lets hurry." She agreed nudging her with her shoulder. "Go, go, go." Elaine turned and started jogging off hopefully with Zona tagging along. She wasn't sure she wanted to turn back and look.
"Before you leave," Vieka called out, following after the two and now wearing her coat over her bloody clothes, though she left it open and didn't bother doing it up for obvious reasons. "You might want to consider getting yourself on one of those trains soon." Vieka's eyes trailed to the steady stream of people leaving the tents, a scowl hidden on her features. She'd already sent a quiet message around to all the doctors, there was nothing else she could do here now but there was something that still needed to be done before she departed herself.
Directing her gaze back to the two in front of her, Vieka gestured out to the chaos surrounding them. "I have a question for you. Castamere is a pretty big town, my guess is at least over a thousand people live here. Now tell me, how many trains do we currently have here?" She paused, letting the question sink in as she crossed her arms. "Even if the trains dropped off their current passengers and made a return journey, that could take up to an hour, and with the amount of people here and the amount of Sveden soldiers moving in, the chances of EIRaL being able to keep them at bay long enough? This town is screwed."
Turning away, Vieka made her way away from her two fellow guild members in a direction away from the trains. "Food for thought, I'd hate to see people I knew getting killed pointlessly when they've survived this long." She would be making her exit as soon as possible too, but first off she needed to destroy the medical supplies. There was not enough time nor space to load them onto the trains and she'd be damned if she left all of her medical equipment in the hands of Sved's, just so they got to heal their wounded after killing so many of Lodan's own.
"those who know how to think need no teachers." -Mahatma Gandhi
“Erhh yes, okay.” he nodded saluting as she motioned for him to follow. She was a leader of something so close enough. When she questioned him on his skills he could not quite think of what to say Breaking and entering? Brawls? Pickpocketing? “I'm a bartender, simply put. I do often find my self in … uhmm how to word it. I was just up on that statue put it that way.” he motioned towards the statue but of course it was now gone. Shaking his head he continued “Never mind, I'm persistent, a good salesman if I say so my self and.... and, Well an idiot.” He looked down at the floor and tried to recompose his thoughts. “I've got spirit, and a will to help! Point me at a task I will get it done!” Pyre smiled, he certainly got that right idiot, what was he thinking it would have been better for him to just say he was a thief and a bit of a lush.
The war was only getting worse around them, and he felt like he was wasting her time, “look miss if I'm a problem I can bother someone else.” Better to not be the pest he was usually he thought especially in a battlefield, he scratched his scruff and kept looking around for someone to help in the case that she did tell him to sling his hook. After all he was just vomiting words at this point.
A bartender. She could use that. "No one is a problem as long as well directed." She stated simply. In a normal situation she'd have chuckled and added a couple extra reassurances that Pyre would do fine as a volunteer - but this was not a normal situation and they didn't have time for chitchat. If he's a bartender (unless he owns one very fancy and very neat bar like found at Central Square and on a first glance that didn't seem to be the case), then he should be used to listening above noise, carrying crates, loading and stocking, and mainly being able to notice when things were off (or more off amid other messy stuff); those were very handy skills at the moment. Besides, the redhead could faintly remember seeing him at that bonfire party Charles had coerced Vieka into throwing. "Hurry back to the medical area, see if they're done with the current patients and if there's any supplies left. You know Vieka, right?" The redhead said quickly, getting a pencil from her pocket and sticking it in Pyre's hands then directing a few free workers to accompany him. Rhetorical question, she's not expecting an answer. "If there's none, help bringing the injured into the train. If there's any, grab them and help reload (mark whatever is fragile or glass with the pencil)." She pointed at the couple CAEsAL workers that were on the top of the trains, the shouting notes continuing to be issued from there as ropes were being hushedly wrapped up as makeshift holders to contain the crates, packages and boxes of supplies that had been taken out of the carts to open space for passengers. "Quick. Letting Sveden have our limited nursing supplies is not on my agenda - and neither is wasting them."
To speak the truth, she'd not remained close to Kalum for time enough to listen to his answer about the comment on Sveden's infantry visors. She could hear him shouting very annoyedly though, like an old man yelling at kids to get off his grass. So be it then... It had been a suggestion, not an order. EIRAL should be the only one in charge of fighting still; she just couldn't shake off the thought that, albeit trained, many of those soldiers were fighting their first battles here (since EIRAL was only founded after the 10 late guilds merged) and for some receiving pointers - even obvious ones - could help keep focus. Many would die here too. This was a lost battle anyway, she already knew that, and at this time her role was making sure they could take the max amount possible of people into the trains and get out alive.
"Don't try to jump into the fight, but if you're attacked, defend. Defend like never before in your lives. Ensure civilian safety nearby the train tracks - and your own. I want you all still breathing by the end of today." She instructed further to the ones nearby. Also following that line of thought, it was a relief when she spotted a head of red reapproaching, bringing people in. Lasair and Sayvahn were back (though she couldn't see the MI twins at the moment), and he seemed to be walking on his own legs. She had not managed to help him before, but maybe he snapped out of his mournful daze on his own, or someone else at the medical area helped... or Vieka. That grumpy woman was magical in more ways than one. "It's a relief to have you back, Las... Elaine! Over here!"
Raising a brow, the new found cynicism perhaps had always been in the firefox, but hearing it was strange. Especially with the implications that lay behind the words. Though, Eiral soldiers had never been quite kind to their kind. It was only fair to deny them the help that they never gave, Sayvahn supposed. Still, Lasair, as far as he could tell, was rooting for them to fail, to die. Which was inevitable, but a topic that Sayvahn considered taboo, at least, for the moment.
“Alright, Captain.” Sayvahn hummed, looking around to assess the damage. Even without Vieka’s words, it was obvious that not everyone was going to get on the train. And probably just as obvious to some as many pushed and pulled, edging themselves into the cabins. It was a whole bloody town for goodness sake, and what, only one train? The stakes were already high. Rolling his head to look at the woman, he flashed her a smile.
“Appreciate the concern love. But that advice goes for you too. I still have to see that beautiful face of yours, preferably, not as a cold corpse.” Or ash, but that seemed too fresh, too real, especially with the fires, the explosions, the carnage. Many bodies, many homes, would become ash that night, and Sayvahn did not plan to join those ranks. Pushing up his glasses, Sayvahn headed out, way from the group, keeping Lasair in his line of sight. Which wasn’t hard, with the red headed man. Yet, helping, assisting with the loading process was a priority, only getting harder as people were beginning to get violent, fear and anxiety as the first trained near it’s max capacity. “Visitors should have priority!”
“No! Residents.” Two men were brawling it out as their families pushed past them to get on the train, but one of the men, he was pulling people out as they passed, saying this is only a resident train while the other told him to lay off, and Sayvahn, he was not going to tolerate any of this. “Stop that.” Pulling the Resident man away, Sayvahn glared at him. “We don’t have time for this. Just get on the blasted train.” Sayvahn growled, but there was another explosion. One that was a bit too close, sounding far too near. Sayvahn lost his hearing, the popping much too loud as a nearby house exploded, from mortar, from canon, only God knew. But it was so close that Sayvahn felt the ground move, felt it quiver, shake. He had ducked to avoid most of the debris, but the heat- he felt the embers, the debris lodging into his arms, into his back. Letting out a hiss, a scowl, he staggered a bit, already moving to pull out the debris from his arms, hands shaking, feet locking as he fell to the ground. Get a grip, Sayvahn. Wake up. Move. Eyes flickered as he scrambled up, his middle ear, ringing as he walked away from the landing zone. God, that was stupid. Looking around him, it seemed like he had only gotten the leftovers. The two men who had been arguing were both dead, or at least, on the brink of it. Both of them had served as his shield, it seemed, debris sticking of their back, planted and rooted into their flesh and blood. How ironic. How tragic. How sick. Sayvahn didn’t know whether to head back to the tents, to just stand there, or to see if he could provide more assistance. Though, touching anyone was going to be out of the question. He would get treatment later. For right now, he had to load the trains, and maybe, at some point, get on one as well. “Well, blast it.” He growled, walking closer to the trains, to help anyone else not too wounded, or at least have someone judge if he was too wounded to help either.
Post by Kalum Wulfgang on Jan 15, 2016 6:38:28 GMT
Everyone seemed to notice the major issue they now faced. It wasn't just the death machines that came charging at them from all around hacking and sawing off limbs as they did. It wasn't the fact that mortar fire was raining down on them along with debris and stone chunks from any buildings that got in the way of the destruction. It was the fact that not everyone would be able to survive. People were going to be left behind and EIRAL knew it. The people knew it and already people were fighting amongst themselves despite their current danger. Fear ran rampant through the crowds and the bickering drew Kalum's attention to them. Fights were breaking out and too much was going on. He opened his mouth to speak when the instructions were stolen from his lips.
Above the chaos a woman's voice bellowed commanding attention. Her voice was deep and firm for a lady, "Cease your fighting! Not everyone will live today but you have a choice! Those cowardly enough to save their own lives stay at the train, but those who wish to see their loved ones live another day and are capable of fighting take up any arms and defend the lines!" Angry by the order, Kalum's gaze quickly found the source. Blood red hair billowed in the wind as the woman stood on the platform barking orders. General Winters. Not everyone listened but enough had given pause to look over their children and their lovers to contemplate their actions. Women and children were filed forward to gain the first seats on the trains while a mix of men and women were pulled aside to be armed with any spare weapons EIRAL personnel could part with.
"Witches! Listen carefully," screamed General Winters now. "You have a gift in the way you interact with technology. If you wish to do nothing then that is your own prerogative but I for one would not like to die on my knees. Use whatever means you have and help yourselves dammit!" Was this woman mad? How dare she give orders! But she wasn't wrong. Kalum gazed over the mayhem to see for himself. No, not everyone relied on EIRAL. Some too scared of dying had fought back be them human or ander. The mix of black and red blood was everywhere, and in the distance he could see spells going off from anders. They were weak... useless. A woman was running with her kids as a Sveden soldier came across her. The sword was brought down quickly and severed the boy's head from his shoulder. The mother's cry had been drowned out by the chaos but the resulting spell had been catastrophic as she lit the metal soldier ablaze in her grief. It didn't take long for the soldier to fall but when he did the mother did as well in order to cradle her son to her body.
"All right, that should do it," Amon muttered, flipping the last mechanism and starting up his train. He looked around. All the other trains were started up and people were quickly realizing that the other trains were filling up fast. It wouldn't be long until this place became a madhouse.
Just as he was preparing the final touches and was about to leave, he heard yet another explosion, though this time accompanied with a sickening metallic sound.
"...Don't tell me..." he started, turning around to look towards the source of the noise, bringing out the telescopic lens on his eye patch.
A moment later, his heart sank.
A mortar had hit one of the tracks to the north, ruining any chances of that particular train from leaving.
Swearing under his breath, he jumped down from the train and began to run towards the north, ordering his steambots to begin collecting spare materials.
"Everyone, with me!" Amon shouted.
"What's happening?"
"Grab any tools and materials you can: a mortar hit one of the tracks. We'll be losing out on a train unless we get it fixed," he explained as he ran, with the others scrambling to grab anything they could find before following him.
"I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible! And when I leave, you will finally understand why storms are named after people!" - Taryn, Nerf This
Well, finding Amon proved to be ineffective. But, it didn’t help that Wern kept stopping to help people get on the train— many were funneling into the station to get onto the train before it even reached the docking station. He wasn’t going to deny them, or stop them, but at least he could make sure that they didn’t get trampled or crushed. It wasn’t safe, but him asking them to wait was pointless then and there. Especially as many flung their children onto the train to ensure that they were able to flee, that at least their babies would survive if not them.
But even when Wern continued his search for the guild leader, the man’s voice reached him first. Scrambling, Wern gathered his supplies and tottered after the other engineers, wheezing as he ran. Despite his stature, he could see the smoke from where the mortar had hit, and paused. Looking around, he grabbed a shovel, calculating, thinking. If the mortar hit the track, the impact would cause a little ditch. They would have to build it up again, then lay down the wood, and the rails, but where were they going to get the rails?
He didn’t think of it, too busy scrambling, grabbing dirt from here and there, then at one point stealing the gravel from the other train track, shoveling one pile after another into the ditch. The dirt wouldn’t have time to compact, but gravel, gravel would withstand, at least, that is what he thought. God, he didn’t know anything about trains. Wiping his forehead with his arm, he looked to Amon, brow furrowed in exhaustion and fear. “Amon, what are we going to do about the track?”
What is important to me is the experience of making. I leave all my work outside and often return to watch it decay.- Andy Goldsworthy
Post by Zona K. Noakes on Jan 17, 2016 17:19:05 GMT
Zona nodded at Elaine's words before darting off after the girl, keeping up with her speed with ease as she looked from left to right. She not only was looking for their guild leader but also keeping an eye on how the battle was going. She wondered for a moment... With all the machine the enemy was using she wondered whether or not they were ander proof, if they were an advantage might have been give to the people around here, if not well... As Zona shoved the thought to the back of her head she heard a familiar voice call out for the girl she was running after. Looking up some she noticed her red headed leader with a small group of people, she let out a small smile.
"Come on this way." Zona said as she darted in front of Elaine and changed direction some, weaving around and behind the slowly dwindling group of screaming people. Everyone now seemed to be crowding by and around the few trains that now seemed to be stuck thanks to the mortars of the Sveden. Ignoring that some Zona made it to Edelweiss in minutes, hopefully with Elaine right behind her. "Long time no see." Zona said to Edel with a smile, one that quickly faded as booms sounded in the background and a new voice shouted out commanding something. Zona listened but wasn't planning on doing something until she knew it was ok. Turning back to Edelweiss Zona narrowed her eyes some, "So what now? I would say we could help with the people but seeing as how the trains are filling up and there are already people on that I think we could be used somewhere else." Zona said crossing her arms some, ready to take action. Turing a bit Zona then noticed another familiar head of red hair. Great... Lasair was here.
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Post by Emelo and Leo Halvorsen on Jan 17, 2016 18:53:46 GMT
The twins had been working non-stop since they left their leader and the red headed woman, bringing people to the train left and right and heading back out to get more. As the two worked the trains began to fill and the people still seemed to keep coming, bombs and mortars seemed to be going off left and right.
Emelo had just brought another person to the train as he realized something was wrong with the tracks. A group of people stood around it as they tried to fix it. Great, not only were the trains nearly full but now one of them seemed to be down for the count. Turning some he noticed Lasair heading off and over to the red headed woman. He would know what to do, after all they couldn't keep sending people to a train that was not only full but now not going anywhere. Looking around for a moment Emelo did see his brother, figuring he must have been helping someone Emelo decided to head off and talk with Lasair, Leo could find him and catch up later. Emelo began to make his way to where he last saw his guild leader, hoping that by the time he got there Lasair would still be there. As he made his way around all the people all Emelo could do was worry. The ground just kept on shaking and the bombs just seemed to keep on coming. Things were blowing up left and right and it seemed like things were just getting worse. Emelo got a bad feeling all of a sudden.
Leo had been helping people as much as he could, bringing them to the trains, stopping potential fights, bringing people to the medical tent. Everything seemed to be happening left and right, all around him. All he could do was hope that his brother was alright. As he brought people to the train he noticed a familiar, or semi-familiar face. It was the newer member of the guild who was flirting with the red head before everyone split off. What was his name again... Sayva, Savanha, Savaa.... Something like that. After helping the last person in his arms Leo began to make his way over to the other man, wondering if there was something he could do to help, after all the guy did seem to be in somewhat of a rough state. "Hey! Sayva!" Leo called out hopping the man would hear his voice or at least turn to what seemed to be his name. As Leo began to make his way closer Another boom went off. This one sounded and felt way to close for comfort, and with that the red head and the people around him went flying. Pain shot though out his body as he hit the ground. This wasn't good, not only was their a horrid ringing in his ears but he couldn't feel his right arm. Fingers, hand, arm, everything was numb and limp. Looking over some Leo saw a large stone lodged in his shoulder. "dung..." He said to himself as he saw blood all around and on him, some from him, some from the others around him. Leo was slowly getting light headed. This wasn't good...
Pyre nodded. Taking the pencil he listened to the instructions, mark fragile supply crates with the pencil, got it he repeated her words in his head as she spoke them. “Thank you.” He took her hand and shook it vigorously, “I'll bring the pencil back, when the circumstances are better!” and with that he took off running to the medical tents.
He ran through crowds of people all pushing towards the train, so many capable people that could help that just didn't, selfish the lot of them he thought, given the fact it would be impracticable he would have liked to give one or two of them a piece of his mind.
Pyre arrived at the medical tents making a beeline to the supplies “Hey, Stock check time.” He yelled to Vieka, “So pile them up here? Marking the fragile? I'm on it.” He gave her no time to respond, and got straight to work shifting crates in to a pile marking them with a quick tick to symbolise if they was fragile or not. The crates were not light but he was used to shifting boxes and his current adrenaline levels are running high giving him speed to boot. He was in stock checking frenzy, shame he couldn't do this when needed at the bar, then again at the bar he was not trying to block out explosions.
Post by General Winters on Jan 19, 2016 3:15:37 GMT
The destruction of the tracks was a nightmare that caused a wave of despair among the festering crowds shoving and screaming at the trains. How disgustingly pathetic. These people would rather do nothing to defend themselves and squeal like pigs to a slaughter--and that is what they were becoming. Such a congregation of people meant they had only become that much of an easier target to hit. In truth, more would have had luck trying to live by fleeing on foot in the opposite direction of the Sveden troop advancements--that is what she would have done if she had been a civilian. These people were not her's but she felt an obligation for them regardless. Those who had armed themselves with weapons to defend their young and their lovers by sacrificing their lives were noble and those she respected even as she watched with a stony face while they were cut in half with little to no effort.
Let the streets run red with our enemies blood. Those words still clung to her heart and mind from her years in servitude as the Iron Wolf but now the river forming was one made up of allies' life essence and not those of her enemies. Quiet anger is what she felt as she remained stock still with hands clasped behind her back. The first train had reached it's capacity nearly twice over. If it did not go it never would and the bogged down speeds could only hinder them. "Release the first train," she ordered one of the soldiers.
"Yes, ma'a--Sir," corrected the officer upon receiving a steely gaze from the woman.
Another wave of screams broke through the crowd though this time it was one of anger and resentment as the train's wheels begun turning and the chains cranked. The steam-work marvel groaned in protest due to all of the weight but it held securely nonetheless. She would find that entertainer leader later and commend her for her sharp wit--the foolish hunter should never have back talked her or lost his temper in such chaos. As the train picked up speed to head for the south, people foolishly flung themselves onto the train in hopes of clinging to safety but almost all were met with failure and the result of them slipping had been awful sounds of sickeningly wet crunches. Winters hardly paid any mind to it.
As predicted, it was only a matter of time before Sveden troops had aimed their mortars properly and now rather than hitting the trains, one had impacted directly into a cluster of people blowing them into small chunks that rained upon the nearby party. Disgusted, Winters lifted her hat and flung the flesh off from atop it then wiped her cheek of the blood that had splattered her. "I presume our traveling ground units have been massacred on the way if they have not shown yet," stated the Sveden woman just before the sound of a piercing horn filled the air. The walkers were coming. "Ready the rockets!"
Well, finding Amon proved to be ineffective. But, it didn’t help that Wern kept stopping to help people get on the train— many were funneling into the station to get onto the train before it even reached the docking station. He wasn’t going to deny them, or stop them, but at least he could make sure that they didn’t get trampled or crushed. It wasn’t safe, but him asking them to wait was pointless then and there. Especially as many flung their children onto the train to ensure that they were able to flee, that at least their babies would survive if not them.
But even when Wern continued his search for the guild leader, the man’s voice reached him first. Scrambling, Wern gathered his supplies and tottered after the other engineers, wheezing as he ran. Despite his stature, he could see the smoke from where the mortar had hit, and paused. Looking around, he grabbed a shovel, calculating, thinking. If the mortar hit the track, the impact would cause a little ditch. They would have to build it up again, then lay down the wood, and the rails, but where were they going to get the rails?
He didn’t think of it, too busy scrambling, grabbing dirt from here and there, then at one point stealing the gravel from the other train track, shoveling one pile after another into the ditch. The dirt wouldn’t have time to compact, but gravel, gravel would withstand, at least, that is what he thought. God, he didn’t know anything about trains. Wiping his forehead with his arm, he looked to Amon, brow furrowed in exhaustion and fear. “Amon, what are we going to do about the track?”
"Simple: we take out the bad section and replace it with a section of track that we aren't using," Amon replied, ordering the steambots to begin removing the damaged track. "Help me pull out the stakes; I'd let the machines do it, but we sorta need to be delicate in preserving the tracks."
"This is no time for delica-" the man began to complain.
"For the love of all that is good and sacred, SHUT UP!" Amon roared, ripping out a stake with his mechanical arm with some effort. "If we don't get this right, we might as well keep the busted track!" he continued, ripping out another. Queens, as much as the could blame the man's behavior on nerves ("I mean...we are being shot at...") but COME ON! As if they didn't already have enough to complain about already...
Seeing the machines finish their task, he ordered them to stand by; as soon as the last of the stakes were out, the machines would lift up and replace the desired section of the track. Towards the south, he could see one train begin to leave.
"Better late than never I guess..." he thought to himself.
"I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible! And when I leave, you will finally understand why storms are named after people!" - Taryn, Nerf This
Post by Elaine Anncroft on Jan 20, 2016 19:46:44 GMT
Elaine changed directions, following after Zona without second thought. She kept her eyes on the ground in front of her until shoes came into the edge of her vision. They had come upon the group of people Zona had noticed. The sounds around her were making her ears ring. The echoing of shells in the background making her want to go find a hole and hide in it. Turning her green eyes up she looked over to Lasair more than a little surprised. He was here in the middle of all this? She fought the urge to hug him. She hadn't seen him in a while and honestly she missed him, and his humor. Elaine half wished he'd make some weird comment, any attempt to lighten the mood. But he looked a little different, stricken with some emotion Elaine didn't want to place. Wait, how did he know Edelweiss? Did he know about the guild? Best to wait and find out. The brunette cleared her head and forced herself to focus on the task at hand. She turned her attention from him to her guild leader. "What can we do?"
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