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Post by Rojo on Feb 29, 2008 19:43:40 GMT -5
Rojo grinned once again and looked at the other man.
"And if you tried to disarm me, I'd have to kill you" he said in an equally unfathomable tone, not able to tell if he was joking or not.
"And the world I come from is called Yorl" he continued, images of wide rolling fields, harsh, hot deserts, cool, calm forests, big bustling cities flashed in his mind. He knew he could tell the man his secret, but he certainly couldn't tell the man his other secret, in case he was religious and started throwing holy water at him, or even if he wasn't a man of the church, he would certainly at least throw him off the carriage in the middle of nowhere in an unknown realm.
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Post by Seven on Feb 29, 2008 20:06:15 GMT -5
"hmm, Yorl....that sounds interesting...." he smiles, amused by his former comment of trying to kill him. Devon hoped he didn't come off that weak looking, but then again, Rojo might be just as "confident" about his skill as he was.
"I suppose I should enlighten you to why my driver was so paranoid about picking you up. But first, if what classification of species would you call yourself if someone were to ask?" he says, as if he already knows the answer and is merely trying to make a point.
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Post by Rojo on Mar 1, 2008 5:07:31 GMT -5
Rojo paused, not catching Devon's meaning.
"Oh, well, I'm a human. You do call them that here, don't you?"
((Sorry it's so short...))
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Post by Seven on Mar 1, 2008 11:30:32 GMT -5
The carriage gently bumps up and down the dirt road. Devon smiles, expecting his answer, "no, that is what we call ourselves as well. Except here in Venera, we've had a lore about two other humanoid species: the Ostens and Tallamous.
It is a little difficult to explain, but in legends, Ostens were thought to be like dieties in mortal form because of their purity. Any sitings of them were considered blessings since we have only known to help us. Tallamous, however, were thought to be wretched beings possessing dark magic. they seemed ot enjoy hurting humans just for fun. Furthermore, the most 'sitings' of Tallamous have been in this forest, where humans have been lead off the path and to their deaths. Thus why most people refuse to travel this way...
But despite everything, sitings of these people have been too few and in between. One could say that men who died on this road died of their own carelessness. perhaps they were drunk. People tend either to believe the legends entirely, or not at all.
But even if you are a non-believer, you still keep a wary eye when traveling through dark passages and such. Why, it could be said picking up a stranger in Mrue Forest is the most foolish thing a person could do--for surely that would make you a Tallamous, hoping to harm me in the worst of possible ways.
Before you ask then, why I am not so untrustworthy of you, it is because I can tell you are not one of them. You see my friend, you chose a particularly confusing, odd, and yet entirely magnificent time to enter Venera...." he says with a litttle smile, leaving Rojo hanging so he can ask his own questions.
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Post by Rojo on Mar 1, 2008 14:35:41 GMT -5
Rojo frowned, these strange stories were intriguing.
He pulled the coin out of his pocket and showed Devon the face on one side of it: it was of a stern-looking man and the coin was scratched, but the man's face was still clear.
Rojo grinned and flipped the coin up and put it back in his pocket.
"Proof egnough? But I must ask, do you have other sentient races on this world? Dwarves, Elves, Halflings, you have those, don't you?"
He was inticed now. He had grown up knowing the many races of Yorl, Elves, Dark elves, High Elves, Dwarves, Halflings...he couldn't imagine a world without them.
"And I have a few legends of legendary races myself" he smiled, then his face looked suddenly realising.
He's not here! I can't feel him! he thought/
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Post by Seven on Mar 1, 2008 14:48:18 GMT -5
Devon blinked, curious about the little coin. He'd never seen anything like it. Dwarves and elves and halflings? He shook his head to in response.
"No," he sighs, "You see, for the past 100,000 years of documented history, humans have remained isolated. What I was getting at is that only in the past 100 years did people actually confirm that the Tallamous and Ostens really exist--but even now, 100 years later, due to poor communication, people in certain areas still don't know this," though he obviously had no control of this, it seemed like he was ashamed of this on behalf of all Venerans.
"If the creatures you speak of exist here as well, then we are still oblivious to their existance. Perhaps they just have another name though--there is a continent north of here called Welis; we've known about it for a while. It posses a wide range of sentinent beings--but there's too many to classify them since most live in small packs or are loners...."
"Do go on though--what legends are there on Yorl?"
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Post by Rojo on Mar 4, 2008 17:35:04 GMT -5
Rojo looked dumbfounded. Only humans? This was weird...
Although he was still concerned about the other...
"Oh, yes, well, there is one very mysterious race. They are known as Darklings, the shadow people, the dark men.
Every being has one. Well, as far as I know, every being on my world. They are sentient shadows. When you are born, your Darkling is also. Although some people go their whole lives without meeting them" he flashed a smile for two reasons unknown to Devon "but they are also very complex. Who ever they are 'assigned' to, they must act out that person's sin. For example, a gluttonous person's Darkling would constantly eat, or a greedy person's would steal all the time."
He paused for a moment, looking into space.
"Darklings are identical to their Lanterns, are so they call us. Except for certain features. They are completely black, all over, pitch. Id you looked at one, all you would see would be an outline, unless you looked closer, then you would see features. Another feature of the Darklings is their amber eyes, constantly glowing."
He stoppped a moment to let Devon take all this in, then ploughed on.
"The reason for some people going their whole lives without seeing their Darklings is because only summoning rituals or highly trained dark magic wizards can see them. There are also certain magical stones that can untap the connection between our world and theirs, making the person who used said stone able to see his or her Darkling."
Rojo was smiling pleasantly at Devon when he felt it. A sort of "pop" in the world, heard only to himself. His smile turned to a grin
"He's he-e-ere..." he said very quietly.
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Post by Seven on Mar 4, 2008 17:45:40 GMT -5
Devon took in all this information, bit by bit, nodding. Darklings? How very strange....If every person on Yorl had one, but rarely saw them, did that mean Venerans also had a 'Darkling' that they were oblivious to? It was indeed very confusing. He cocked his head slightly though when he saw Rojo getting a little grin. He's here? he repeated to himself in his mind. That could only mean one thing given the prior discussion...
Devon eyes searched the carriage, expectingly. He did not say anything. He would wait to see what this creature was like first....
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Post by Rojo on Mar 4, 2008 18:41:47 GMT -5
A midnight coloured figure blinked at the carriage. It jumped down from the tree and ran with surprising speed to the carriage door and knocked three times.
Rojo gave Devon a look and opened the door. TO Devon, nothing would have changed, except prehaps something brushing against him briefly, but to the other man, a dark figure entered the small compartment and sat down opposite Rojo. it blinked again and looked at Devon in a mildly interested way.
Rojo looked at the aristocrat and grinned, pointing at an apparently empty seat. He had the stone on his person somewhere, but he wasn't sure if he should show him yet...
((If Devon is quite good with any kind of dark magic, he might feel a prescence. 'Kay? Sorry if I'm doing anything wrong...))
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Post by Seven on Mar 4, 2008 18:53:50 GMT -5
((well, devon is good with magic, but to humans on this world magic is fairly 'new,' thus does not have dark/light classifications yet. but he might be able to feel a little something. and please, stop fretting already about 'doing something wrong.' I like your rp--it's very interesting))
Devon looked at the door incrediously. there was something here, wasn't there? but he couldn't really tell what nor pinpoing an exact location. he looked over at the empty seat when Rojo pointed at it with a grin.'There?/i]' he thought curiously.
The sound of the driver's disgruntled huffing outside was a clear echo in the background. he still felt this whole thing was a bunch of shenanigans, but he had no magic, no curiousity within him. he was old, tired, and bitter from all the travels. he believed in nothing--even if you placed awe-inspiring evidence before him.
"Is your darkling here?" devon asked with wonder.
"I can tell you what's there!" the driver (apparently eaves-dropping) dryly shouted from the front with more than just skepticism. he ended the statement with a whooping cough.
Devon pursued his lips, lowering to a whisper, "don't mind him--he's a bit bitter...but perhaps this should be a lesson to us both to not speak so freely."
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Post by Rojo on Mar 4, 2008 19:00:41 GMT -5
Normally Rojo would have thrown a knife very close to the driver's head to teach him a lesson, but thought it rude to do so. He paused
"Hmm, yes, but I'm not quite sure how he got here. Relations between our world and the shadow plane are quite..." he searched for the right word "unbalanced."
The Darkling gave a very Rojo-ish grin and stood up. Just to see his reaction, he touched Devon on the knee, opened the door and closed it three times, then coughed very loudly.
Rojo supressed a chuckle and yawned
"Where do you live, by the way, and why is your driver -excuse my dwarven- such an arse?"
((*Snorts* Interesting? Why ever for?))
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Post by Seven on Mar 4, 2008 19:12:26 GMT -5
Though Devon couldn't see the darkling, he was becoming acquainted with the feeling of his prescence. Devon isn't afraid at all when the darkling takes it's actions, instead he is filled with childl-like wonder and curiousity. This was all very exciting for him--and it was sincere, amazed by this simply for it's wonder and the fact that strange things do exist (unlike other nobles who would be amused by this as if it were a show to entertain them).
Jenri of course, not having a magical bone in his body, wouldn't notice any difference whatsoever, and only scoffs again when he hears the door opening and closing.
"Jenri? Don't mind him. He's just always a bit grumpy and always reluctant to believe people who aren't paying him," Devon says, casually says, figuring out the semantics of the term 'dwarven' through the context clues in the sentence. He pauses, adding in a side note, "Perhaps we should keep our slang to a minimum" not that the aristocrat was using any slang to begin with, "though we have the same language, it seems some of our terms don't quite translate over..."
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Post by Rojo on Mar 4, 2008 19:21:19 GMT -5
Rojo gave a short laugh
"Oh yes, I forgot, you don't know what a dwarf is! Dead funny. But, so, he'll shut up if I pay him?" he dug a hand deep into a recess of his pocket and took out a bag of gold. He tossed it into the driver's seat
"Solid gold, so even if it's not worth anything here, you can melt it down" he dug into one of his many pockets again "unless you don't have gold here" he said, pulling out a black stone. It was glowing slightly and if one put one's ear to it they would hear a faint hum.
"Oh, damn, part of the crystal's broken off" he complained, staring at a jagged purple crystal growing out of the stone. He handed it to Devon in his wonder
"Give it a squeeze," he said and shook his head "next you'll be telling me you don't know what a dragon is..."
((Umm, since there's a drastic magical difference between the worlds, the stone could sorta effect Devon in some way apart from letting him see the Darkling -who has a name and is actually a character, I did not make it up on the spot- like boosting his magic or sommin...))
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Post by Seven on Mar 4, 2008 19:32:56 GMT -5
((That certainly would be interesting....I think I'll go with that.))
He smiles, "That's no problem. Perhaps I'll just start picking it up from you," he laughs a little, "it would certainly be entertaining to use such strange terms in an important dinner party..."
Jenri just eyes the bag for a second. With his free hand, he goes to undue the string tying it together. Gold! Pure gold! well, most assumably pure gold--one had to measure it before you could really tell. But even so....
Jenri's crooked mouth twisted upwards in a grin. There would be no more haughty and disdainful remarks from him for the rest of the evening.
Before Devon takes the crystal he squeezes in the question, "You said most people don't know their darklings--so who did you meet yours? did it take extra effort and if it did, why did you search for him?" The young man was very inquisitive. Though Rojo was the one in the new world, it seemed Devon was the one with all the questions. He was tempted to go further, asking if Dragons really WERE real in their world (as there was lore about dragons here, though no proof of such a beings existance).
Devon carefully took the crystal, holding it between his pointer finger and thumb, as if trying to observe it. But suddenly, a strange feeling coursed through his body. It was strong and powerful, like rapid currents of a stormy sea. His face went momentarily blank and Rojo would easily sense (if not just see) something was wrong.
The man blinks, staring at the spot that the darlking would be standing. His mouth falls slightly agape before looking down at the crystal again with wonder.
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Post by Rojo on Mar 4, 2008 19:43:25 GMT -5
He scratched his chin
"Curioucity, I s'pose. Saw a few glimpses of him as a child, heard the rumours as I got older, went on a little...trip" he grinned.
When the other man's face went blank he looked at him curiously, he felt a certain surge of energy. Such things could be felt when wizards untapped their powers, or when magical constructs were near.
"You all right?" he inquired, propping himself up as he had been slouching.
The Darkling gave a small wave at Devon.
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