.The Amulets. ((Started ^^;))

Shadowfare · **Posts:** 692 **Joined:** Mon May 31, 2004 3:29 pm

. The Amulets.

((It was once an old role-play from aaaages ago, I wanna start it up again, so hey ^^))

The world:

Fryn is a large planet, much like earth. It has 3 continents, water and air, 3 moons and one sun.

--Leryn is the main continent, and the largest. It has a population of about 300,000 and several groups of islands surrounding its coastlines. The temperature is tropical, with a monsoon season and a pretty much all year summer.

--Gayfyn is the smallest continent, and is isolated from the other two. It has the coldest temperatures, and during summer the sun is visible at all times, whereas in the winter, not at all.

--Vskyn is long and thin in shape, its land stretching past the most northern tip of Gayfyn and most southern tip of Leryn. Due to this, its climate is everything and anything, where Vsknor (the northern half) can be experiencing blizzards, Vsksou (the southern half) can be experiencing droughts, and heat waves. Not many people live in either of those sides, causing Vskcen (Central Vskyn) to be overcrowded and highly industrialized. The people from this continent tend to be the most eccentric and creative.

The Religion:

Each continent has their own religion, and stick to it. This results in much discontent between the three landmasses.

Leryn has the strict and unrelenting religion of the Tarods, who believe in one God, the almighty Lord.
Tarods tend to be stubborn, and it takes a lot to sway ones mind. If any had the chance, they would rise to a challenge and take lead, but the rules state that one must abide by the laws of Fryn, which is to obey all those higher in rank than you. Tarods believe that anything evil and bad in this world must be disposed of. You will rarely see a crime that has been commited by a Tarod.

Gayfyn, being isolated, has not had much chance to evolve. They believe in rituals and spiritual guidance, and call their religion Hafrids. Not one God, but many. They do not believe that it is their fault the crops failed, or their first-born son died, they must have displeased the Gods somehow. Everything, down to house-hold objects, has a God. Because they are so numerous, the Gayfyns do not refer to the Gods by name, but for instance: By the name of the house, or: By the Sky-God.
Hafrids tend to be care-free, floaty and spontaneous. They are seclusive within their own culture and people, and will rarely speak or make friends with those of another land/religion/culture. But, if they have the chance, or have been brought up out of the laws of sociality, they become loyal and brilliant friends who will not think twice about sacrafising themselves for another.

Vskyn has too many religions to name, but the main one would be Fairet. Those who do believe in the Fairet ways are normally slow. Not slow in the uptake, but they will not rush into things. They will read as much into anything before doing it, they will make sure they know almost everything about a person before they consider them a ‘friend’, and are basically the motherly, worrier type. Although more people are Sterots, who believe in nothing.. The ratio of Sterots and the other religions on the other continets is something like 1:9, though.

The Amulets:
The amulets is an age old prophecy by the infamous Hafrid Shaman, Mertiyan.
It told of 6 indivuduals coming together to save the world from a disaster, but bringing it into another. The whole thing was recorded about ten years after it was prophesized, having been handed down by word of mouth until then. With the current unreliability of it, many doubted it. But the prophecy was soon forgotten when it was lost in a fire, only some of it was recovered.
It went a little like this:

Iron of dark Amber of light
Silver of Earth, Crystal of Ice
Ruby of Fire, Wind and the unkown
Power withheld within the amethyst.
6 mages will rise from the darkness of innocence
Full of the blissfull ignorance
But beware, the storm that saves us all
Will not help at all in ti--......-

And the rest was lost in the fire.

A brief history of Fryn:
Nobody knows when the world was created, but the current theory is that the God Almighty created the universe, he thought what he had made was so beautiful, he cried. One of the tears he shed was Fryn.
Not much has happened up to now, and technology is at about the Medieval style. People believe in magic, people believe in witches, people are supersticious.
And recently, people have gotten into the slave trade. A great war has begun between Leryn and Vskn, and people are in demand from both countrys. It started out that people were imported from Gayfyn, with it having no means to defend itself, but when the journeys became too hazerdess, and many ships were sinking on the way and back, the traders began stealing people from their own countrys.

The guidelines and rules:

-All forum rules apply
-Please remember to PM me your application, I’ll PM you back if your Bio has been accepted and add it to the first post. Please don’t post it, if you need to change anything, tell me as an OOC and I will do that for you.
-When writing your bio, please take the Religion and Continent into consideration. If you are from Leryn and a Tarod you will have tanned skin, and be very strict. You will only believe in good things, and not accept the bad things in the world, always forgiving everyone who does something wrong.
But if you are from Gayfyn and a Hafrid, you are going to be very pale- not much sun up north

- and not care about anything except your own goals.
-Please read all of the above if you are thinking of joining, and if you do, place: The Amulets at the bottom of your Bio in the PM
-The characters will all meet on a slavers ship. Because they are unified, the amulets will activate.

If you are unsure, because I'm sure I would be, about the bio's, or the roleplay in general. Look at my Bio below to get an idea ect.

Merci.

Now, onto the bio form:

Name:
Age:(15-30)
Amulet (before picking, remember that your personality corresponds with the Amulet, do not pick a completely opposite amulet to your characters personality):
Place of birth (because of the current tensions between countrys, no one from a continent will be living in a different one):
Religion(Basically the same, no one can be a Hafrid and live in Leryn, the only religion that is international is Sterots. They believe in no god and are basically aethiests(sp?) But they are very few, and discriminated against): if you are a Hafrid, you may have a spiritual gaurdian, like the american-indians did, sort of. Basically a small pet that you keep with you that was given to you at birth. It can be anything from squirrel to lemming, but the Hafrids believed that sky animals were evil, and that those larger, or more powerful than themselves were also evil. This includes things like Horses and bears.
Description (take continent into account):
Personality (take religion into account):
History (not needed, if you are going to write it up, please remember to put how they were taken into slavery. And remember to type up how they found the amulet.)

Please remember, this is set in about the Medieval Ages

)(I know this is full of spelling mistakes, but I can't be bothered running it through word, so forgive me?:D)(

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Name: Lery
Age:17
Amulet: Amethyst (wind)
Place of Birth: Leryn
Religion:Tarod
Description:
Lery is small of build, with large hips and upper thighs, though this does not mean that she is fat. She is not the most beautiful of girls, but has a pleasant face, with a small, kinda-flattened nose. Her eyes are large and framed with long, black lashes, iris' the colour of melted chocolate. Her lips are full, and pouty- a dark red colour, and contrast nicely with her skin colour.
Lery was always outside as a child, this resulted in dark-brown skin. Her hair is long, thick and sheet black. She rarely ever lets it down, even when she sleeps, and keeps it in a braid which is let to fall over her shoulder.
Personality:
Like her religion suggests, Lery is stubborn. More stubborn than most, one would say. She is highly critical of others, and is always there to show she dosn't care. Sarky, and rude, Lery believes that anyone who dosn't believe in God, almighty Lord is wrong, and she that she is right. Her temper changes as quickly as the wind, one minute she can be calm, the next..
History: Lery was brought up in a small village, and, in proper Terod tradition, was betrothed on her 17th birthday, the young man had, in proper Terod tradition, given her a beautiful stone he had found. Amethyst stone to be exact.. Unfortunetly, three days before her joining cermony, the people traders raided her village. She was captured, along with several others. Right now, she is sitting in a boat, glaring at anything that comes near her, with 5 other people in her cell. we'll have to see what happens next . . .

Meiou-

Name: Yang Nightshadow
Age: 22
Amulet :Iron of Dark
Place of birth (because of the current tensions between countries, no one from a continent will be living in a different one): Gayfyn
Religion: Hafrid
Familiar: A black rabbit with piercing red eyes.
Description: Yang is very pale even for someone from Hafrid he always wears black robes and keeps the hood of his robe over his head occasionally it might be down to reveal his pale features but not very often. He has silvery eyes and long white hair tied back into a ponytail. He carries with him a staff for walking so that he may use it to get around for without it he wont be doing much walking.
Personality: Mysterious and Dark
History: Yang came from Gayfyn as one might notice but he had always been rather dark and mysterious in his doings. As with the customs of his home he was given a familiar of sorts when he was born. A black rabbit that would become his best friend and how he came by his amulet. One day after returning from his studies at school he found his friend wearing this strange object and upon closer inspection found it to be this amulet. It wasn’t long after he finished school and started out on his own that he was captured by the slavers and thrown into this cell where he has been for quite awhile it was only recently had he started to get company.

Twizzler0171-

Name: Halcin
Age: 15
Amulet: Ice (Crystal)
Place of birth: Gayfyn
Religion: Hafrid (Spirit Guardian is a Snow Hare)
Description: Pale skin, and very long light-blonde hair, almost white. Her eyes a clear blue, and her lips are a dark red. Her face is slim and defined.
Personality: As her religion suggests, she is slow to make friends, and rarely speaks. However, once you are able to gain her trust, she is very loyal.
History: She was brought up in proper Hafrid tradition. Very recently, she got lost, and in her wanderings, she found a Crystal, and decided to keep it. Soon after finding her way back to her village, the people traders came, and captured her.

ria-

Name: Magnolia
Age: 17
Amulet: Fire (ruby)
Place of birth: Gayfyn
Religion: Hafrid, (has a small, female Tortoisehell cat (called Zelda) which usually sits on her shoulder).
Description: Magnolia has deep magenta hair and very dark blue eyes. She has very pale skin and a tattoo of a six-petalled flower on her right cheek and two small asterixes (about 3 cm apart) approx 2 cm under her left eye, (both tattoos are unfilled and done in black ink). She wears a black-sleeveless top with thin straps; it criss-crosses at the back and has two pieces of pink fabric attached to the back of the shoulders. She also wears a black skirt with many pieces of wavy black material attached, making the skirt resemble (sp?) black leaves. Completing her outfit are a pair of black bangles (one on each arm) studded with pink-rubies, and a pair of pink-magenta heels.
Personality: Magnolia has a very fiery temper, she always consoles with Zelda before running into a battle or confrontation. Strangely, even though she comes from Gayfyn, she is almost always warm (even wearing her rather skimpy outfit). Slightly hyperactive, she is actually rather distrusting and takes a while before accepting someone as an ally or friend.
History: Magnolia grew up at a small village in Gayfyn with her father and younger sister. Before her mother was captured as a slave (about 3 years ago) she gave Zelda to her, and Magnolia has vowed to find her mother and free her from slavery. About 1 year ago, Magnolia was exploring a forest on the outskirts of the village when she fell into a cave and found a fiery amulet on a pedestal. 7 months later, Magnolia was the next person in her family to be captured as a slave. Magnolia has been on the slave ship for 5 months now.

Shadowgamers-

Name: Saints
Age:(15-30) : 18
Amulet : Silver (Earth)
Place of birth : Leyrin
Religion: Tarods
Description: He is of medium build, black hair, deep brown eyes (which appear black), has scars littered around his face, and his once pomptous face has lost all its pomptinuity..
Personality : like the religeon, stubborn, hard headed and rude to anyone who does not have the same beliefs as his.
History: he was once a knight, swordfights were his speciality. one day he walked normal clothed into a bar and got drunk. the next day he is on a cell of some kind..

Knives-

Name: Blitz
Age: 18
Amulet: Light
Place of birth: Gafyn
Religion: Sterot
Description: Not as pale as you might think for one living on the continent of Gafyn. Although in the tremendous cold, he only wears a light jacket, lightweight pants, and a t-shirt. Average height for one who lives on Gafyn, and has sleek jet black hair, always combed back because of the winds. Heavy boots are equipped on his feet, and are the only piece of normal Gafyn wardrobe that he owns. Two bands are strapped on each of his arms on the elbow, although not visible, they somehow keep him warm.
Personality: Not believing in a being of all mighty power, or believing in most things, Blitz as you might have guessed, is not Mr. Popularity. His sterothism helps him make many decisions, and virtually controls his life. He does not believe in pain, or too much of it. That is why he wears thin clothing. Although his life was disastrous, he always has hope that everything will get better, eventually. He is very playful and mischievous, and follows no rules that he does not want to. He lets life throw whatever it can at him, and doesn't worry too much about his future. Some say he is warm, and some hate him, it's all about their preferences.
History: After a bitter quarrel with his parents, Blitz moved out of the house by the age of 13. The quarrel was over the religious beliefs of his family. Blitz's family religion was naturally Hafridnism. They were trying to convert Blitz into a Hafrid, and forcibly made him go to the ceremonies held in their town. Blitz blatantly refused and left, only having the clothes on his back and his supposed Hafrid daemon. The daemon was a withered rabbit, and it died after a day out in the wilderness, and with Blitz's stubborn belief of Sterotism. One cold day in Gafyn, Blitz was doing his usual business, stealing from venders here and there, and grabbing some valuable pouches. He saw a concpicous glint in his eye while running from guards who would surely turn him over to the slave workers in an instant. He snatched the stone, and did some fancy footwork to escape his pursuers, he eventually ended up at his make-shift home in a cold, but cozy alley. A stack of crates and insulation material was all he had, and the only way to keep it hidden was to disguise it with waste from a disposal bin. He had gotten in and laid his daily findings on the floor. He kept the rock in his jacket, and forgot about it. He heard footsteps come and go, but then suddenly some footsteps stopped. A cold gust blew in and there were two hideous and malevelont looking guards. The took him and his stolen items. The most likely kept the items themselves, and said that he had already eaten the food, and sold the valuables. They sold him into slavery and that is where he is now. In a crowded cell, with 5 other unluckily imprisoned people, awaiting their fates as they come.

Side Characters/Non Amulet Bearers:

Silja-

Name: Isis
Age: 18
Place of birth: Vskyn
Religion: Tarod
Description: http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/ ... 7/Isis.jpg
Considered to be a rare beauty Isis has always been admired. Still she never put herself above others because of this. Her eyes are piercing green, standing out clearly from her dark complexion and straight and shiny black hair. She wears the golden jewelry given to her by her father after her mother died. These are also known as the family's jewels that have been handed down from generation to generation for centuries. Isis usually wears the family's traditional white and golden dresses.
Personality: Isis is known to be very intelligent and witty. At the same time she is also incredibly stubborn and hard to negotiate with, even though she tries her best to understand other's point of views.
History: Isis was born into the wealthy Phartas family that had ruled Vsksou for several centuries. She was raised in her family's palace among many caring and helping servants who adored Isis and tended to her whenever she needed something. When she was ten years old her mother, Mereia, died after being ill for a very long time. Isis' father, Hamkh, was devastated and temporary council was appointed to rule the lands of Vsksou as the Hamkh was unable to take care of his position. After a year everything was back to normal, but the emptiness after Mereia's death was still left in the palace. Isis was still more than eager to start her training so that she could one day be the new ruler of Vsksou. People where surprised to see what a fast learner she was and she became soon even the people's favorite. People from all over this world flowed in and out from the castle, among those traders who introduced Isis to the Tarod ways and beliefs. Isis also had a fair share of proposals coming from men from other wealthy families, but at the time, she was far too young to marry or to even have a relationship. As time went by things got unstable and Isis had to leave the palace. Tragically she got separated from Hamkh not too long after they left Vsksou and was later on passed on to the slavery business. The chief of this slave-boat saw the value in her though, and she was granted royal treatment, still the situation was horrible, as she was going to be given as a gift to the leading men ashore. When she learnt about that she was on her way back to Vsksou she saw her opportunity to be saved from the harsh slave-chief who was constantly harassing her.

Requiem-

Name: Tiryn
Age: 15
Amulet: -none-
Place of birth: Gayfyn
Religion: Hafrids
Spiritual Guardian: Serval
Description: Short for her age and with a willowy figure, the slight girl is always mistaken for a younger child. Deep grey eyes set in a face with high cheekbones and very defined features, framed by two locks of her jet black, almost dark blue hair which she has trained to fall just short of her eyes on either side. The rest of her tresses fall neatly down her back, nearly to her waist.
Personality: For one studying Tiryn, it would be hard to determine her personality. Indeed, she sometimes doubts that she herself knowes just what it is. Perhaps it is her remarkable gift for deceit. One moment she may seem a reckless fool, ready to lunge into anything. The next minute so unwilling to rush she could be mistaken for a Vskyn native. Next moment she may be a hardened warrior, then perhaps so submissive she may as well be a perfectly trained slave. It all depends on her mindset at the time...
History: Tiryn was an accident. Her parents had always said this, but she was to young to understand when she was cast out; only a few months after her birth. She was given to the shelter near her home and raised among the other children who had been abandoned there. Among the eldest of the children, she often found herself acting as a surrogate mother for her one weakness: small children. When the war between Leryn and Vskyn began, Tiryn was 10. She and all the other children in the shelter at the time were sold into slavery, on Tiryn's 11th. Tiryn has been a slave since that day.

ria · **Posted:** Sun Oct 10, 2004 2:47 am

Hey Shadow, I just sent you a PM, and I realised I didn't put "The Amulets" at the bottom of it *thwacks forehead on keyboard* stoopid me!

So, um, just pretend that I wrote it, and um, whoopsies?

Shadowfare · **Posts:** 692 **Joined:** Mon May 31, 2004 3:29 pm

Hehe, Thats ok. I said on your PM that it didn't matter as it seems you had pretty much read everything.

Ok, as soon as Knives and Shadowgamers reply to my PM I sent them, we can start, but I'l write up the introductory post now

(I'm feeling too creative)

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((Don't worry, its not vital to read this, its just an introductory post so you can get the feel of the current surroundings, ect))

It was an unpleasant site in the ships holding. About ten people were stuffed in small cages, most were from Gayfyn, but the people traders had ‘expanded their horizons’ by stealing from their own land.
They had no need to disguise their ship as simple merchants; both of the governments in Leryn and Vskyn were for this ‘brand new, and exciting trade’.
Of course, both would deny it, not because of the morality’s and public disgust. If either of them were known to agree with each other, why, it just wouldn’t do.
This ship was headed to Vsksou, which would be why it held no Vskyn’s on it. A handful of Gayfyn and a couple of Leryn was all it needed to make a tidy profit. They could get an extra 100*van’s (the international currency) for a Leryn.
And so the unpleasant group sat- each praying for his or her god- with only the creaks of the boat and occasional footsteps above to comfort them.

Only one of the ‘passengers’ was interested in everybody else. It would seem she came from Gayfyn; her skin was so pale that it almost seemed translucent. A mist of icy coldness seemed to arise from her body as she searched you with clear blue-almost white eyes. The woman was old, very old. Bluish white hair tumbled down her back, and wrinkles scarred her face around the eyes, mouth and along her forehead.
It was sure that if she were to glance at you at a passing, your skin would prickle as though there was a cold breeze about.

A familiar cry was heard from above, it was the nest-boy. He sat in the sky-high ‘crow’s nest’ and called out if there was land, or rocks ahead.
It was land, and because the people traders were unofficially ‘illegal’ they had to land in Vsksou. Sand mixed with grass greeted the ship as it anchored 400 or so paces away, it would be too shallow to get any closer.
Beyond the beach were rolling dunes, as far as you could see, and the sun baked you from its high place in the heavens. It was about mid morning here, so it had yet to reach its full intensity.
A splash could be heard from outside, then the lumbering feet as they jumped into the rowing-boat, and the clanks of the oars as they bashed against the sides of the ship. Then, before long, the gentle swish as they entered the water became faint.
The rowing boat would be back, because the coastlines were so familiar in Vsksou, even the most experienced navigator in these parts sometimes became confused, and it was always safer to check ahead before unloading the ‘precious’ cargo. If the captain had picked the right spot, a donkey-caravan would be waiting for them just past those rocks.

.:Requiem:. · **Posted:** Sun Oct 10, 2004 3:17 pm

||Darn it...I got here too late. Great RP, Shadow, have fun with it!||

Shadowfare · **Posts:** 692 **Joined:** Mon May 31, 2004 3:29 pm

((Thank you, if you still want to join, I might be opening up one or two side character positions.))

.:Requiem:. · **Posted:** Sun Oct 10, 2004 3:39 pm

||I'd love to!||

Shadowfare · **Posts:** 692 **Joined:** Mon May 31, 2004 3:29 pm

((I'm glad your so interested ^^; Currently, I'm waiting for Knives to PM me back, when he does I'll open 2 or 3 extra character positions. Silja has one of them, and I'll guarantee you one aswell

))

.:Requiem:. · **Posted:** Sun Oct 10, 2004 4:29 pm

||Thanks so much! I really appreciate it.||

Knives · **Posted:** Sun Oct 10, 2004 5:33 pm

{{Just Pmed you shadow

i wrote my bio late at night *about 1:30 if i recall) and wasnt sure if all of them were taken already. hope to have fun

}}

Shadowfare · **Posts:** 692 **Joined:** Mon May 31, 2004 3:29 pm

(( Kk ^^;
Ok, peoples, we have all the main characters, we also have Silja, who filled in that awful plothole for me

, and Requiem

Write, write away my prettys))

Lery glared at the others in her cage, most were from Gayfyn, but there was one other she could recognise as a fellow Leryn. Even then, she avoided socialising.
The only thing that mattered was her amethyst. It was a shame that she had been kidnapped so soon before her joining, Lery had quite liked that boy.

The girl felt a pair of eyes burn into her back, it would be that old hag again, staring at her. For the whole 3 months Lery had been on this ship, that stupid old woman hadn't ceased interest in either or any of her companions.
Lery shrugged off the feeling of being watched, and began to plait her hair, it had become sticky and greasy with lack of wash, and probably looked worse than she feared. Lery almost hoped she would be sold soon, her new master wouldn't want a dirty slave.

She suppressed a gasp, had she become this used to the idea of becoming a slave? Had she already accepted it?
A new fire began to burn within her, this had to be stopped, hundreds of innocent people were being sold, it wasn't right.

Knives · **Posted:** Sun Oct 10, 2004 8:38 pm

Blitz woke up after being knocked out for, he guessed, quite some time. The rocking motion of the floor beneath him made him feel very uneasy, as he has never been on a boat before, nevertheless miles away from Gafyn.

Unable to believe what had just happened, he woke up with a reckless fury and tried striking the boat with his fists, which after a few minutes, became sore and bruised. There was no way to escape, and if he did, where would he go? "It doesn't matter," he thought. "Any place is better than here." He slumped down, and presumably began to think of an escape plan. Maybe he could escape with the help of a few others.

He noticed several Gafynians surronded him, with a bit of Lerynians mixed in. He knew their fates. What he did not know, was why the abundance of Gafyn's? Naively composed, Blitz thought he was the only one that could actually survive without his parents, and was the only one who had actually been living outside, fending for himself. Just then a sharp jab pierced him in the ribs. He cursed under is breath, and removed his jacket, as it was not needed in this dry and humid boat, and reached inside one of the pockets. He suspected they were taking them to Levyn or Vskyn, because Gafyn's climate was not so.

It was a brilliantly carved Amber stone, with a remarkable ambiance to it. It glowed brightly in the dim setting of the slave boat. He knew this was the last possession he had, and probably the most expensive one as well. He quickly put it back into the jacket pocket. After all that thinking, which he doesn't do very often, he quickly fell back into a deep slumber, waking only when summoned.

Silja · **Posted:** Sun Oct 10, 2004 9:06 pm

Isis ran with fast and light steps down to the ships cargo. She was rather blubbery and her beautiful eyes were clearly wet from crying. She stopped at the bottom of the stairs and turned around.

"Don't you ever touch me again!" she shouted angrily crying at the same time.

One could hear men's laughter from the deck which made Isis even angrier as she ran a bit down the cargo area. Suddenly she stopped as if she didn't know where to go anymore and fell down softly leaning against a wall, as she though it was one. She sat there for a while crying quietly and wiping the tears of her cheeks.

At that moment she realized that she wasn't actually leaning against a wall, but a cage which kept a slave inside. Isis was too upset to really care about this, so she turned around and looked into the cage with a slightly lit up face. The jewelry on her head reflected the light coming from the deck and made her face entirely visible to the person in the cage who was now looking at her as if the person would never have seen anything of her kind.

Without knowing why Isis placed her right hand on the cage. You could see that she had never done any hard work as her hand seemed soft and silky and her nails were well-groomed.

Without saying a word she kept looking back at the person in the cage, as if she felt a special connection between the two.

((It would be appreciated if someone here would be that person in the cage and not leave Isis to sit there and look silly

Second of all, I should be in bed, but I'm so excited about this I just had to write a short story addition

And lastly, Shadow, do you mind removing the dot from the url in my bio? :battar:

))

.:Requiem:. · **Posted:** Sun Oct 10, 2004 11:36 pm

Tiryn resided in the pen across from the Lery, her spritual guardian, a serval, curled up beside her. For several days now she'd been observing the girl, but the only point of interest was the purple gem she'd seen the Leryn with. This was interesting, though, for she was not the only one with such a gem. Another boy had a similar stone, which Tiryn recognized as Amber.

Tiryn finally removed her stony grey gaze from the girl and her stone, scraping up a small pile of the hay which covered the floor of her cage and raising herself to sit upon it. Itchy, but better then the floor. Her serval looked up at her movement, blinked lazily and yawned, then shifted to lay her head on Tiryn's knee, purring softly. The sound was very soothing, but undermined by the thought of what lay ahead at the next town.

She could hear voices shouting indistinctly from the main deck of the ship. Perhaps they were close to landing.

Oh joy. A new town, a new master, a new scar, and a new boat. That was how her life had been for years. Chains and masters, cages and boats. She no longer longed for the soft but lumpy beds of the shelter, no longer cried at night for the unknown fates of the small children she'd looked after. The only thing anyone saw any more was and empty shell of what had once been a human being.

Meiou · **Posts:** 479 **Joined:** Sat Jun 19, 2004 7:54 pm

Yang sat there in the darkness quiet as ever nothing seeming to bother him. He had been on the ship for awile and didnt seem to care that he was going to be sold into slavery. He jus pet his rabbit which hed been aloud to keep since he hadnt put up a fight or pushed his luck with the slavers. That and no matter how many times they took it from him it always came back to him.

Shadowfare · **Posts:** 692 **Joined:** Mon May 31, 2004 3:29 pm

Lery jumped, and half stood, turning as she did. A girl came running down the stairs, hmph, one of those so-called free slaves probably.
She watched as the girl leant against her cage, apparently not noticing Lery yet.

Lery straightened as the girl looked round and put her hand the on the cage. But why?
Lery didn't know how to react to this, it was almost affection, somthing she hadn't been treated with in many months, all she knew and had grown accustomed to was brutality and hate.
But she didn't break the gaze, keeping her eyes connected with the girls.

Lery suddenly felt in peril, that this girl would steal her amethyst, that this girl would try and take it from her. She flinched away, bringing it close to her chest so she could feel the cool touch through her flimsy shift.

((A note for amulet holders, you might either become completely obsessed with your stone, or grow to hate it and feel the urge to throw it away because it has brought you all this bad luck, ect ect))

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