Chronicles The spark of an Uprising

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  1. Celeste Tenebrea

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    #26 Celeste Tenebrea, Jan 9, 2019
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    Celeste listened as the idiot farmer prattled on and on, with every word belittling or patronizing her. Her brows furrowed together and her grip on Grimr’s arm tightened, her nails digging in to bite into his flesh. Celeste’s eyes glowed for a moment before refraining from her initial reaction to end the undead farmer.

    Obviously. Any idiot. Your Answer.” Celeste repeated his words as he spoke, venom dripping from her voice. She drew herself up to her full height all 5 feet and some odd inches of herself, Grimr towering behind her a massive pillar of monster. Her monster.

    Obviously, the only idiot here is you. To believe in the safety of merely having larger numbers.” She inched forwards, glowing glyphs spiraling under her skin in an erratic display. The sneer on her face bespoke of what she thought of being talked down to. "Meeting here, all of us, we are unprepared for an attack should one occur. And should one occur, I would only happily throw you to the wolves to hear your screams. And while I dine on the flesh of the recently living, I'll enjoy the show of you trying to beg for your head back." She released her fingers in Grimr's flesh immediately healing the damage by coaxing the flesh to repair itself. She whirled back towards the farmer and would be stew-maker.

    How you continue to live your unlife, is a feat. Or perhaps you have not earned the ire of a greater one to yourself yet. I would tread lightly Male I do not take kindly to being patronized in such a manner.” She flipped the bowl of stew in his hand, refusing in a violent manner the food. She had no need of cooked meats, nor liars who played at being a fool. She was a power to be reckoned with with a temper of a storm.

    Celeste approached the other she-elf, already riled up, already irritated.
    I will help you in this tundra, but I will not stand being subjected to such mockery. I may yet be young, but I never suffered bearing the same company as one of his ilk.” She forced herself into a calm façade.

    What is your plan?

    Grimr | The Crimson Madonna | Viktor | Amankh Kaltar | Albedo | TTamark | Eilasandree Ival sandree | Magnan Smithson | Relan Shask | Fudging Rainie
     
  2. Rainie

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    There were too many others in the shadows. Her heart was pounding rapidly in her chest, and sweat was breaking out on her forehead. She wasn't sure how much longer she could stand it. Bones and dry ligaments and unknowns meandering all around her unseen. Giants in armor and rotted zombies emerged from the mist.

    After the speeches were all complete, Rainie launched herself out of the fog with a casual lope. Unlike the others who had come before her, she sidled up behind Eilasandree Ival with familiar ease. Her pale hand reached out and touched the banshee's wrist, but her queer lavender eyes were on those of Edmund's.

    "There will be exceptions to whom you may slay, I'd imagine," she said with a sardonic smile.

    Rainie took a moment to smile at the spudmancer, who was twice as entertaining as anyone she'd met, the redheaded lich, and the mummy who had noticed her in the fog. She also sent a wink in the direction of the vampire, who had faded into the shadows a few moments ago. What was she doing?

    She was so out of her depth right now. She looped her arm around that of Eilasandree, leaning her cheek on the undead woman's shoulder. Part a show of flippancy, part an act of comfort. Her cool eyes lingered on every lich and necromancer in their little circle, measuring them up with a calm smile. How many friends? How many foes? How many pawns? She licked her lower lip and sunk her teeth into it.

    Albedo Amankh Kaltar The Crimson Madonna Grimr Celeste Tenebrea TTamark Relan Shask Viktor Magnan Smithson
     
  3. Albedo

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    Edmund's eye lingered on the other red haired woman as he thought on her words.

    "Not like we don't take care about that already master." The red haired one beside him shrugged and pulled the hood back. Her face was pale, eyes of a cat still darting between everyone in attendance. Edmund tut-tutted, and gave her a measuring stare.

    "Intellectuals are speaking my dear. Though you make a fair point." Edmund rolled his eye with a heaved sigh. "So long as the boundaries are clear and my research continues, I will support you. Please expound on this, plan."
     
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  4. TTamark

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    TTamark Steve Will's son

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    Steve snapped his fingers and pointed at the fallen stew, several of his chickens ran over and started pecking at it. Steve was shocked by how the elf responded to him, and was genuinely hurt. He went through everything he said carefully, had he said "I rarely like your hair" again? Nah, he definitely said he really liked it. Oh!
    She must have not seen the benefits of working together and was insulted because he would have called her an idiot then.

    "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have been so rude as to assume everyone knew the benefits of working together, and there is no shame in not knowing. It is like this: with two people working together they can pick up bigger bits of wood and make a barn faster than one man could. Also when two people work together they can make up for the weakness one might have in a certain area like hammering. If that was still too much I can still give it another try.

    And ya I'm low born, I'm an idiot, I'm a farmer, but just because I am not involved with politics that doesn't make numbers being good any less wrong, because it is about the whole, you know, covering each others weaknesses thing. It really helps.

    Also unprepared for an attack? I went over all the emergency preparations with all my animals before we came, isn't that right Leroy? Leroy Jenkers?"


    Leroy began to charge the elf who was being mean to Steve, "Oh shit he just ran in. Stick to the plan guys." He yelled at the other animals as he ran after Leroy "Gosh darn it Leroy. Why do you do this shit Leroy?" Steve scooped Leroy up again, and let out a sigh of relief "At least I got chicken... oh er... I mean, my chicken.

    Besides the chances of wolves attacking us to be a real issue... well it has to be pretty small right? Right?"
    Steve quickly looked around for some comfort. He'd prepared for paladins with and without horses, people not liking him, even an army of orcs and giants led by a half fire giant, but not hundreds wolves. Something just struck Steve at that moment,

    "You said unlife, and talked about me begging when I lost my head... You know I'm alive right, uh, not that there is any problem if you didn't know. I am very pale, but I am just a farmer boy, who spent a few years in the College of Elbion. I haven't even reached my third decade, so ya... still alive. As for how I'm alive, well, I think being kind, offering stew and flowers, treating everyone with the love and respect any friend of mine deserves, and generally not trying to start fights is how I've done it.

    Anyways Female I didn't mean to be rude, I was just using a talking technique I learned from a merchant on the road where I over exaggerate. I didn't think for a moment that a lady such as yourself was lowborn like me. You are not an idiot, and I am sorry for Patron sizing you, I don't know what it means, but my bad for doing it. I'm sure if you are a patron you are a really good one. Also I didn't mean to mock you, not knowing stuff is completely fine, besides now that we are all together we can help each other out when we don't know something, all we need to do is ask. If you are concerned about traveling with one of my elk you don't need to worry, I don't have any elk, or deer! If it helps I really do think you are very beautiful."


    Steve gave his big, kind, friendly, welcoming smile again, to both the elf and the beautiful red head who just emerged from the trees. He went to get her a bowl and flower as well, and listened to what the banshee had to say.
     
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  5. Viktor

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    Viktor Debased Balladeer

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    #30 Viktor, Jan 10, 2019
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    Viktor could feel his weight gently roll back upon his heels. The adolescent brevity with which the lithe elf exacted the toll of her annoyance upon the farmer and his stew seized his imagination. Skeptical eyes clicked against the pastel spectrum of her appearance. The duality of her stature and demeanor wrenched a soft, singular laugh from somewhere deep inside his chest.

    Perhaps it was the innocuous way the auburn-haired girl had winked at him: maybe she had been responsible for the amnesty of his fleeting amusement. There was a sense of autonomy shared by the three women - the source of the necrotic beacon included - that was nothing short of interesting. The confines of his reanimated, skeletal curtains finally had a context with which to feel small. Leather boots moved to admit his form closer to those who drove the conversation - yet, the voice of the farmer stilled his frame.

    I can’t help but wonder if your inability to understand others in life was a crippling as your inability to communicate with them in death.

    Those were the words that writhed against his mind - only to be aggressively smeared by the revelation that the farmer was still alive. Viktor sneered at himself for allowing the others to distract him long enough not to notice.

    “I fail to imagine that anyone, or any thing, here among us - who hasn’t been denied the fabled rest of eternal slumber within the previous hours - is incapable of grasping the concept of superiority in numbers: even if they might find fault with its employment.” He could feel something instinctual roaring through his veins in protest of his exposure.

    “Whether or not she, or anyone else, is beautiful seems irrelevant.” Viktor moved past the farmer. The trajectory of his gait and shoulders offered unspoken formality towards Eilasandree, while leaving himself completely vulnerable towards the subject of his casual degradation. “I also find it highly inappropriate for you to dictate the motivations of others - perfect strangers - when the end result itself is all that matters.” The vampire finally addressed the farmer with a glance over his shoulder. His former amusement had adopted something sour in the wake of evaluating something petulant.

    Amber eyes abandoned all sentiment, offering neutrality as a token of exchange towards Eilasandree: “I would very much like to hear more of your plans.”
     
  6. Magnan Smithson

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    Magnan watched silently, the armoured giant's head tilting and turning to look as people took turns speaking and addressing the woman. He... wasn't sure how he felt about the reason he had been called here. For sure, a nation of undead sounded like something he was interested in, but... he wasn't sure how he felt about attacking these natives of the island. It was their home, after all, and they would be the foreign invaders. He had dedicated his life to try and keep people safe from foreign aggressors, and to suddenly be faced with the idea of the shoe being on the other foot... It was disturbing, to say the least. Yet, despite this, the Lich couldn't find the words to speak up, to deny the elven banshee before him and all others who agreed with her, perhaps even put a stop to this idea that promised such death before it even got started. Because as much as he hated the idea of being some foreign conqueror, the potential benefits outweighed the costs as it stood. His people would have a home, one that he could make sure didn't stray too far from the light, and with it he could have the power he would need in order to finally exterminate the blight orcs. Once and for all.

    So, as the farmer made a fool of himself and the others made their characters known, the giant of steel and unholy magics stood silent, gently placing his bowl on the ground near an undead cow. He was beginning to feel a little antsy, being in one place for this long and surrounded by practitioners of what was typically considered a dark art. "As would I." His deathrattle voice rumbles out as he crosses his arms. "While I cannot say I support invading this... tundra, our kind has been persecuted long enough. I will join you. What is the plan?"
     
  7. TTamark

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    As Steve offered the red head the stew he was struck with horror from hearing the giants words, not for the giant, but for himself.

    "Shit, I am sorry to put off your answer a bit longer banshee, but after hearing the giants words I feel I must speak up again. When dealing with the elf I had not been kind, had not treated others with love and respect, and had not been trying to avoid a fight. No, I had been hurt and scared by the elf's scorn, and had reacted in a defensive manner. I was just being selfish. I should have thought of ways to protect her and any others who were not prepared for an attack instead of just making sure she knew I was prepared. And I was afraid of wolves when surrounded by many other skilled individuals. I talked of unity while falling back into the isolation I'd lived in for far too many years.

    The reason I came was to offer you all a home-cooked meal, something that many probably haven't had in a very long time. To give you flowers to show I care about you, which is important after all the hate you have probably received through the years. Finally I'd come to offer friendship, not to feign friendship. I wanted you to at least know that there was someone in the world who still wanted to be your friend, no matter what you've done. I need to be kind for those reasons, and because of them it is so important that I am, but it is also incredibly hard to be kind. Being kind was the reason that I have grown so strong, but it takes more than just magical strength, it also takes a strength of character, that is where I so often fall short. I am kind because I know first hand the world isn't, I know what it feels like to be hated, betrayed, tortured, enslaved, and to be left on the side of the road bleeding and starving, and to have someone who was passing by try to murder me the moment he realized what I was when I called out to him. Because of that I am kind so that others lives are just a little easier, but I also have a deep fear of experiencing that stuff again, which is why instead of being kind I got defensive.

    And so I want to apologize, not just to the beautiful elf, but to all of you, because I feel I let all of you down. I'm sorry. I want to thank you giant for showing me to care for others before myself again. When I saw you all eating my stew and enjoying it... I... I honestly felt so happy, seeing us all able to be relaxing, enjoying something as simple as a meal... It really... really would have meant something for me at my low point."


    Steve looked around teary eyed then turned and began to leave. He snapped his fingers and the animals took positions around the cart again, "I think I have the gist of what we will be doing. I will leave you with Ghost and this magic potato, plant it and it will grow a potato field, even in the cold. I will be able to follow it like a beacon. If you need to send me a message give it to Ghost and he will find me." A chicken wearing a sheet hopped over with a black potato. "Ok I am off, I'll look for some proper mounts since most of you seem to lack any. I heard tales of some horses near the mountains with special gifts and might check them out."
     
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  8. Eilasandree Ival

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    As shameful as it was, Eilasandree had to admit that she stopped paying attention roughly halfway through when the farmer started speaking again. It went against what she had been taught, but he just droned on. It wasn't until he said something useful and made his way to leave that she began paying attention again, and decided that this was the perfect time. Quickly, she kissed the cheek of the redhead beside her, before straightening and addressing the crowd once more. "Now that I have answered your questions, I will tell you about my plan. It goes as such: Any and all necromancers, barring myself, are to spread out among the country in groups to designated locations that I will assign each of you. There are sites of ancient, forgotten burial grounds and battlefields where many died. You will raise the beings there, give them free will, and with them march your way up to a designated meeting place along the northern shore of the continent. How you raise them, I will leave up to you."

    "Any undead that are incapable of raising more of their brethren, you will accompany me north, where we will acquire passage across the channel and stake out a landing zone upon the tundra. From there we will amass our forces, scout out the nearby terrain, and deal with any potential threats to our new Eternum." It wasn't a complicated plan, but that was the beauty of it. The more moving parts a plan has, the more likely something will go wrong. You needed to keep it loose in order to maximise the chances of success. "Now, once you have selected people to go with, come to me so that I may give you a map detailing all the instructions you will need." Turning to Rainie, she held out a hand for the pack that she had given the thief, and waited calmly for the necromancers before her to step forward. Piece by piece they did, and she passed them each a map detailing where they were to go to acquire soldiers, and where to meet up. Slowly, she felt the excitement build as the banshee realised her dream was finally happening, and by the end of it, when all that was left were the undead and Rainie, she flashed her beloved a small smile. "Okay, follow me!" She raised a hand over her head, to get their attention, before setting off. It was time to start a nation.
     
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  9. Amankh Kaltar

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    Amankh Kaltar Herald of the Sands

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    Amankh listened to the idle babbling between those alive and not, finding his attention drifting away from the near endless arguments and misunderstandings to simply considering this new path his unlife had taken. The Eretejva Tundra, it seems, would be the base of their Eternum, a pillar for a hopefully mighty empire. Perhaps this one will be able to withstand the tests of time, for after all, it's inhabitants will be. He took a brief notice of the red-headed lady coming to the side of the elf that had brought them here, clearly romantically involved with her. Momentarily, he considered how unorthodox this gathering was. If not for their commonalities and their shared desire to build an empire, many would have never met or perhaps have even become enemies. He let a few specks of sand spiral out from his skeletal figure, the faint plume idly floating about before returning to its prison of bone and cloth. They will likely come across challenges by the Templars that likely populate the way to their destination, however, but if the undead masses managed to break through whatever blockade is thrown up, perhaps they may meet a new home free of the superstitious attacks of commoners. He must be sure not to put all of his plans in this Eternum, however. Should it fail to live up to this excitement and crumble under the pressure, he must know of other methods. As he thought and considered the world he found himself in and now influencing, he began to walk with the elf as they marched onward.
     
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  10. The Crimson Madonna

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    Aurelia would wait quietly after speaking as many others spoke up, and even some new arrivals came. She had said her piece, and made no attempt to say more. So when the necromancers had been dispatched, and the group was set to march she'd follow behind Eilasandree closely. She was not used to it for sure. Being the person following instead of the one leading the army. Though she knew it was likely expected for her to very simply comply with the woman who raised her's wishes. While she did feel encouraged to do such things, she also knew she could resist if she truly wanted. Even with such things in mind she would begin to work on a plan. She knew she could be quite helpful to the woman in her attempt to create a nation. Especially where such things as an army was concerned. Had she not lead most of the army currently following Eilasandree? Certainly some had nothing to do with her, but a great many were once her soldiers.

    While Aurelia wasn't necessarily looking to be largely in power of the new nation, she most certainly didn't want to be a simple pawn. She knew what she must do to prevent that from happening. Aurelia would have to garner the trust of the Elven woman if she seeked any sort of power. So she would have to prove herself to be worthy of the position. A thought she had no major opposition to. Aurelia would move a bit closer to Eilasandree not too close, but enough for her words to be heard. "I could be of help to you if needed. I've lead a number of the soldiers of this army in many a successful battle, and I feel my individual strength has only increased with undeath. Let me know where my service is needed, and I'll make sure the job is done." She'd say her loud, and raspy voice easily making it's way to the banshee.
     
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