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Post by Deleted on Mar 4, 2016 12:36:03 GMT
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To see a world in grain of sand,
And a Heaven in a wild flower;
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
And eternity in an hour.
Wake up. "Ugh, please, five more minutes." It's been 3 hours, and the journey is about to end, so unless you would prefer to be woken up by an angry, disgruntled carriage driver, I suggest you make do with 5 seconds. A groan of malcontent rumbled from the back of Dorian's throat, as his body slowly stirred back into reality, the wonders of sleep disappearing into the last vestiges of his subconscious. His emerald hues became exposed to the light of the afternoon as his eyelids fluttered open, a hefty yawn building up in his maw before spluttering into a burned cough; a bit of bile had managed to surface from his stomach due to his impromptu sleeping position, causing a vile fiery sensation to scorch at his oesophagus. "Next time, let's ride in a carriage with the common decency to provide a pillow," the Shaman uttered to seemingly thin air, but of course his voice was heard by the somewhat annoyed Shikigami occupying the space at the back of his mind. Oh, don't be such a brat, Aurelia grumbled; Dorian knew that if she could smack him across the back of his head right now, she would. You were the one who wished to come here for some reason or another; besides, you've endured worse. Though he rolled his eyes and shook his head at her dramatics, he knew she had a point. He was the one who had been adamant about visiting the Grain Village, despite having never been there before, hopefully something would come of it. Clambering out the back of the carriage, Dorian pulled out a collection of gold and handed it across to the driver as he walked ahead of the vehicle, finding himself in the midst of his desired destination; the Grain Village was a community out on the coastline, known for it's wealth in farming and agriculture. An 'agrarian lifestyle' as one would call it. "I've never been much of a farmer," he muttered to himself as he turned to look over his shoulder, watching the carriage driver turn and begin his journey back to the Riviera. Dorian, however, was left on his own in the midst of the village, his eyes glancing across the vicinity as he noted the ramshackle and yet humble construction of houses and buildings that formed the various trade and living quarters. Making his first real footstep forward into the area, he felt a strange hardened squelch under his boot, his eyes glancing down at the grainy, gravelled road that seemed to form the main street of the village, but due to the nature of the ground near the Thames Coastline, it was slightly dampened. The Shaman, eager to test his new surroundings, reached down to his side and behind himself, his hand grasping over the hilt of his longsword as he drew it out from it's scabbard, which was comfortably strapped along the back of his waist. Pulling the blade free, he brandished it within his right hand, swinging it around in his palm with a flourish until he had it gripped with the tip pointing towards the ground. Lowering his sword, he dipped the tip into the gravel, feeling the ground give way as he added pressure, his blade sinking into the earth. "Welcome to Grain Village, stranger!" The Shaman almost jumped out of his skin; having been so concentrated on the idle, most likely odd-looking task of testing the ground beneath his feet with his weapon, he hadn't noticed a stranger wander past him. The older gentleman seemed to be a farmer, no doubt having just returned from tending to his fields nearby and heading back home or into the village itself. Dorian had accidentally released the hilt of his blade, causing it to topple over with a clatter of metal on dirt. "Uh... h-hello!" That was all the Shaman could muster, but the man was already distancing himself, wandering away with his back turned. Scratching at the back of his neck, Dorian reached down to grab at his sword, retrieving a cheap piece of cloth from his inventory to wipe off the wet dirt and gravel that it had collected from it's brief stint. Once it was sufficiently clean, he slipped it back into his scabbard, his eyes quickly returning to watch the area. "I wonder if any other Adventurers are here at the moment," the Shaman wonder aloud, glancing back and forth to see if he could spot any familiar faces. The Grain Village was said to be a welcome change of pace for many of his fellow Adventuring brethren, allowing for the newcomers to this world to appreciate the beauty without the turmoil of monsters and combat. A sigh escaped his parted lips, for alas, no one else was currently nearby.
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Post by Neferata on Mar 4, 2016 13:09:25 GMT
Gravel and Grain
Neferata looked around for a bit. ‘This place seems strange,’ she thought. ‘I’ve never been here before…’ Sure, this is a peculiar place. It’s a village, yes, a peculiar village at that. What’s this place called again? “Welcome to Grain Village, miss!” A man said to Neferata. The Swashbuckler widened her eyes as she was surprised. Heck, she almost jumped up. “Uhh…hello there…nice to meet you.” Neferata said shyly. Then she wondered, “Are there actually some more people here in this Grain Village? Hope there are…” Then she looked around again. Grains and fields, huh? Sounds like a farmer village. Judging from the things Neferata see, like grains and rice fields, grasses and people who look like normal townsfolk, Grain Village is a farmer’s village. But she might be wrong, of course. There are chances that she right and she’s wrong. No one’s perfect. No person is perfect. “Or maybe I’m just wrong,” Neferata muttered. She said it herself. Maybe she’s wrong. But wait, what’s that she’s seeing? “I think I just saw some brown colored thing…” Neferata muttered quietly. Or maybe that’s just a coincidence, right? Shrugging, Neferata continued to look around and explore the village for a little while.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 7, 2016 5:13:01 GMT
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For the time being, the Shaman hadn't managed to spot anyone in his nearby vicinity, but it seemed like a lot more of the townsfolk were arriving back from the fields, some of them dragging along carts and carriages full of supply. The smell of grain and barley began to waft towards his nose, overpowering the damp smell of gravel underneath his feet as his nostrils flared. "Ah, the smell of the farm; it's a good thing we aren't near any animal enclosures, or we wouldn't be enjoying the aroma as much." A chuckle rolled off his tongue as he said this to thin air, not realising he might well be drawing weird looks from passers by who saw nothing but a lone man standing in the middle of the road. Over there, Dorian, Aurelia spoke, gesturing mentally to direct his attention toward a nearby commotion. An older gentleman - most likely a Lander of about 60 or 70 years of age - was struggling with the weight of his barrow that he had no doubt been dragging all the way to the village from his crops, as the metal contraption was full to the brim and beyond with grain. With a gentle sigh, Dorian tilted his head slightly, wondering why the older fellow had stopped, before realising that the back wheel on the barrow had gotten wedged in the wet gravel, causing it to dig in and get stuck. "We might as well lend a helping hand," he muttered under his breath, quickly trotting over to the dilemma. "Having trouble there, sir?" The Shaman gently placed his hand on the old man's shoulder, causing him to jump a little as he turned to face Dorian. "Oh! Well, yes... I have unfortunately hit a rather dense section of gravel here, and the earth itself is seemingly swallowing up my wheel!" The gentleman laughed heartily, though behind his gentle, humoured expression, he gave off a distinct aura of disappointment and irritation. He was not having a good day today, it seemed. "Apparently so; here, let me help you get it out of there," the Shaman replied swiftly, giving one last pat on his shoulder before darting over to the other side of the barrow, where the back wheel was wedged. Grabbing the metal rim of the container, he braced himself into the wet gravel, waiting until his leather boots had gotten a foothold in the ground before heaving forward, putting weight into his chest and lifting the back of the barrow out of the ground. "There! Ready?" The old man gripped the handles and nodded in reply; with his approval, Dorian pushed forward, moving the barrow away from the hole that had formed and letting it start rolling as the old man quickly used the momentum, wheeling the grain off into the crowd. "Thank you kindly, Adventurer!" His last words flew over the multitude of villagers that were now swarming the street, all with sacks or barrows or crates with produce, though thankfully nobody else had managed to get themselves stuck. As he would dust off his hands to get rid of any grime that had collected onto the palms of his hands, Dorian glanced across, his eyes picking out an odd figure, very out of place in such a village as this. A young maiden, hair green and flowing as she moved around the area with a royal-like grace; quite a stark difference she made compared to the dishevelled and impoverished village folk. A curious expression dawning over his features, the Shaman decided to approach the girl, dusting himself off to make his appearance somewhat presentable; after all, this girl carried herself like a princess or at the very least a lady of high stature, and his step-mother had made sure to ingrain upon him all the manners a gentleman must adhere to when speaking with or when in the presence of royalty and the upper class. "Excuse me, ma'am, are you new around here?" He spoke first, catching the girl's attention and politely bowing his torso forward in respect towards the maiden of green hair. Lifting himself up to stand properly, he curled his palette into a gentle smile, his hands moving behind his back to clasp together, forcing his form to prop up into a more presentable posture, fit for a gentleman. "Not to be rude, miss, but your attire and your manner seem quite ill fit for a farming village. Or..." The thought hadn't crossed his mind before, a humoured chuckle rolling off his tongue. "Are you perhaps an Adventurer like myself, come to see the humble beauty of the Grain Village?" His features were calm and collected, yet he gave off an air of intrigue about him as he awaited for the girl's answer.
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Post by Neferata on Apr 14, 2016 9:46:32 GMT
Gravel and Grain [Closed] [Mentor] “Oh, well, I’m an Adventurer like you…” Neferata replied to the man. “And this is Grain Village? Well, it seems like a nice village.” She smiled, waiting for the man’s answer. So, he’s an Adventurer as well. “I do want to see the humble beauty of this village,” she said. “Simple but peaceful villages like this make me feel calm. And I do need to level up a little, since we both are in Elder Tale.” Her manners are like from a noble family, which makes her different, like how this is a simple village and all. Well, she thought, maybe they all noticed it. “… Oh, and my manners don’t fit in a village like this…” Neferata said. “Well, yes, I am a Adventurer…” But she has the personality of a lady from an upper class family, yes. Shortly after saying that, she looked around and saw a child looking at her. But then the child just continued playing without saying a word to her. She looked again to see a man looking at her, but he did the similar thing: he just continued doing whatever his doing. Neferata looked again at a young man who was so occupied in staring at her, and as a result, he bumped into a tree. She simply giggled, but she remembered that the same thing happened to her once… … Many people looking at her. “I must be looking too odd for this village, am I right?” She asked. “… But well…”
WORD COUNT: 247 TAGS: @serenityspace NOTES: Uuuuugh… yeah, this post is kinda short… huh. So, yeah, the “but she remembered that the same thing happened to her once…” part referring to another thread she’s in. (yay references). MUSIC: Blaze Union OST - 09 The Smell of Peace |
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Post by Deleted on Apr 16, 2016 11:25:23 GMT
| Dorian HP: 100% MP: 100% |
The conversation seemed to move quickly after Dorian had started it, his eyes blinking a few times as he wondered why this girl was so easy to get words out of, though she didn't seem like the kind of person who would be shy towards strangers, so perhaps it was only natural to her. She quickly confirmed that she was indeed an Adventurer, just as he was, and he nodded his head in reply as his hand flicked up the interface. His eyes scanned over the digital information, allowing him to read that the stranger before him was a Swashbuckler. He had met a few of the like in his time as an Adventurer, and they always seemed quite full of... bravado. That being said, his smile curled up on his lips when she mentioned the village they were now standing in. "This is indeed Grain Village," he began after she finished her first mention of it, continuing on with joyful fervour. "They weren't very creative when they named it, I suppose - given it's situated on the Isle of Grain - but there you go." He chuckled softly, glancing over his shoulder to make sure none of the villagers heard him; one such man gave him a happy wave, to which he quickly returned before resuming the conversation. "It certainly has it's values, and like I said, it has a humble beauty to it that you can't really find in the city. Londinium is a big place, very busy, very crowded. It's always nice to take a break."He was spot on the money earlier when he noted her more regal stature and disposition, which was emphasised further by her speech, and manners. The girl spoke eloquently, noting how serene the village was in it's lack of civilisation, to which he aptly replied, "One can definitely find peace here, that's for certain." As their conversation moved on, the Adventurer girl explained how she needed a bit of levelling perhaps; he hadn't pried into her details too much when he glanced over his interface, but it had seemed that this Swashbuckler was indeed quite low in level. She was perhaps a lost soul just like he was, having yet to start adventuring until now. "Trust me, I know all about not fitting in," he quickly replied, squeezing his hands tighter together behind his back before quickly releasing a deep breath and relaxing his form. "Especially when it comes to manners and upbringing. It can be hard to belong when society sees you differently." Dorian noticed that the girl was eyeing the villagers, and he began to notice how awed and fixated they were on the stranger with such eloquent dress. His mind trailed off for a few seconds, before he snapped back to reality with a realisation. "Oh! Where are my manners," he spoke in a rush, extending out one of his hands towards the girl. "My name is Dorian, miss..." His voice trailed off as he stared blankly at the stranger's visage, blinking in a slow repeated pattern. "I don't believe I caught your name...?"
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Post by Neferata on Apr 25, 2016 9:40:01 GMT
Gravel and Grain [Closed] [Mentor] “Yes, I kind of agree, Londinium seems to be a very large place, and a very crowded one at that,” Neferata replied. Then later the man introduced himself as Dorian. And as a reply, Neferata also introduced herself. “Neferata is my name,” then she did a curtsy. “It is nice to meet you, Sir Dorian.”Then she stood up straight again and half-smiled. But then she realized, “Oh. I kind of did something ‘high-class’ again, didn’t I?” Yet later she only sighed and continued, “Oh well, I guess it’s just me.” Of course, she doesn’t mind being left out, but this is a village. They have laws and rules here. But this village doesn’t seem to have a law that the upper class shouldn’t enter, right? So it’s rather fine. Well, but there’s still people with gossiping and rumors and all that, but hey, as long as it isn’t so “negative”, then she doesn’t mind. Well, enough of that, let’s go back to where we were supposed to be. Then Neferata muttered, “Well, I actually don’t mind being different, but as some say, not everything different is unique.”What she said is true: not everything different is unique, as some times, the “different thing” is the “bad kind of different”, like how there’s five people, four of them are intelligent yet the only one is not… “Oh! Umm, yes, uh…” Neferata was about to say something, yet she doesn’t know what words to use… “… Nevermind.”
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Post by Deleted on May 4, 2016 1:47:40 GMT
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"Ah, well, it is a pleasure to meet you, miss Neferata," Dorian replied, awkwardly pulling back his hand as she curtsied, quickly bowing in return. Under his breath, the Shaman chuckled at her realisation of her own high class behaviour, shaking his head softly. "Not at all; I bow all the time, and I can safely say I'm anything but high class." His hand moved down to idly play with the leather around the hilt of his sword, giving himself something to do with his time while the girl spoke. The village was beginning to settle down after the surge of farmers returning from their morning sojourn to their crops, so things were getting quiet. Glancing down at the slightly damp gravel they were currently stood in, Dorian had a thought, his eyes moving towards the horizon, between the various buildings. "Have you ever seen the ocean, miss Neferata?" Not waiting for her to answer, he leaned forward and gently grabbed her hand, squeezing their palms together in a way of reassuring the girl of his sincerity and politeness, before quickly hoisting her with him as he walked ahead down the larger road through the Grain Village. "Come on, we can talk more where you can feel more comfortable being yourself; no prying eyes," he suggested, though he wasn't really giving her a choice. The gravel beneath their feet squelched and crunched, the damp ground giving way a little bit from the heavy footfalls of his leather boots. After a few short minutes of walking, they reached the edge of the village, where Dorian released the Swashbuckler's hand and glanced toward the open area; the road seemed to curve down a sloped grassy area, winding it's way down toward the coast of the island where the waves could be faintly heard lapping at the sand. "Come on, we're almost there," he called back over his shoulder, hoping she would follow as he descended the path toward the coast and sand, eager to see the waters of the ocean. Glancing over his shoulder a few more times during the journey, he made sure to stay at a steady pace, so as to let Neferata keep up with him down the small hillside. The ground almost slipped out from under him a few times as he clambered down the road, but soon enough his boots were trudging over damp sand instead of damp gravel. A few more steps, and he stopped just short of where the water was moving up the beach, dragging the sand back into the ocean before dumping it back onto the coast each time the waves came crashing in. It was a beautiful sight, the rays of sunlight dancing off the reflective waters, making a splendid spectacle. You live on the side of a spiritual, mystic lake in the middle of the Moon Dance Forest, and this inspires awe in you? Aurelia seemed incredulous, the Shikigami staring out over the ocean with the Shaman from the depths of his mind. Dorian chuckled and nodded, crossing his arms over his chest as he waited for Neferata to join him, his feet planted firmly in the sand. "This world is full of many different beautiful vistas; is it so bad to enjoy the whole lot of them?" The sound of the water was a calming sensation, bringing a relaxed sigh from between the Shaman's parted lips; water and waves always brought a sense of serenity to his mind.
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Post by Neferata on May 10, 2016 9:51:03 GMT
Gravel and Grain [Closed] [Mentor] After Neferata curtsied, Dorian bowed in return. Then after she realized that she’s done something high-class again. Though he said that he bows all the time, but he’s not high-class. To be honest, she’s only middle-class, it’s just politeness… that’s why she’s like that. The village was already getting quiet, with the farmers returning to their crops and all, and some children returning home, yet some of them are still playing or helping the farmers with their crops. Then Dorian asked if Neferata has seen the ocean. She was about to reply, but without waiting for it, he gently grabbed her hand before quickly hoisting her with him as they walked ahead down the larger road through the Grain Village. It’s like that because they’ll talk somewhere without much people looking at her, for her not to be embarrassed because of the people here. As they walk, the gravel under their feet crunched. And they’re almost there… … And later, they can now see the ocean… a beautiful sight… the rays of sunlight, the waves of the ocean and the water’s sound making it calm. In the real world, Neferata saw oceans, but in here? It’s a lot more calming than before, giving her a sense of harmony, peace… “It is a beautiful sight…” Neferata said as she smiled, gazing at the waving ocean. “I have seen oceans in the real world, but this… it’s rather inspiring, like how I’m inspired now to make some art about this.” As she hears the sounds of the water’s waves, she sighed and continued gazing. “This ocean… all the other oceans are also a work of art, not made by man.” Neferata said as she approached Dorian. “This world also has many wonderful places, like the real world…” Neferata smiled again, gazing at the ocean and thinking again of what she said earlier… ‘It is a beautiful sight…’
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Post by Deleted on Jun 9, 2016 20:21:45 GMT
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Dorian was oddly surprised to hear the third voice coming from nearby - other than his own and Aurelia's of course - despite it being only moments ago that he had been talking to Neferata, and of course, they had come to this shore together. He was more likely caught off guard by the fact that the fellow Adventurer had responded to what he had said; he always forgot that he was the only one who could hear Aurelia unless he summoned her. He might have looked crazy to the girl if she had not quickly assumed he was talking to her. "Yes... It certainly is," he finally replied, smiling nervously as the Swashbuckler approached and joined him by the water's edge, the sounds of the ocean a small background ambience to their renewed conversation. "Oh? Art, you say? Are you an Artisan then? I've always wanted to try my hand at artwork," he added, lowering himself down onto one knee to brush his hand over the sand by his foot, testing the damp ground with his palm and fingertips. "Of course, since Chefs are the only ones who can cook food with actual flavour, I always assumed that trying to paint while not an Artisan would result in... well, I don't think I'd want to see what would happen." With a chuckle under his breath, he looked upwards at the girl standing near him, giving her a smile. "Back at my house in the Moon Dance Forest, there's a decent sized lake, a special landmark in that area called the Lunar Lake," the Shaman began, slowly raising himself up to his feet as he began explaining where his home was in the Sarum district. "I like to think the lake itself has magic properties; but whether it does or not, it is beautiful to look at, especially at the break of dawn, when the colours that burst over the sky reflect off the water's surface in sparkled display." He blinks softly, before bursting into laughter and shaking his head, before finishing with, "My apologies, I don't usually ramble like this."Without warning and without so much as a word, he gave the girl a silent nod after his tirade before turning and striding into the water, passing through it's surface and walking out until the small waves were crashing past the top of his waist, just above where his belly button would be if he were in the nude. He could feel the damp fabric of his lower half sticking to his skin, but that only made him feel more alive. Swirling his arms around his body, he began to the process of the Holy Water Divination, the magic emanating from his body and causing the surface of the water around him to glow and sparkle with what almost looked like an intrinsic rune. The spell would not last as long as it usually did, probably only a few seconds at best due to the size of the body of water he was using - usually the ritual was meant for puddles or at most small lakes, not the entire ocean - but he still wanted to try it out, even if he could only see from where he was casting the ritual; to be able to look at the world from beneath the water's surface, see the sky as if it was the ground, it was a wondrous and unparalleled experience. "You're probably wondering what I'm doing here," he murmured back at Neferata, giving her a glance over his shoulder, his lips curled into a sheepish smirk. Turning back to concentrate, he finished up the ritualistic spell, and with a flash of light from the water's surface, his vision was suddenly whisked downwards.
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