Ahh okay okay
Who's the second one in the first tier 👀
Also, y does Az get only half 🥲
(bye Huntie....we'll miss you)
Tempest lurched forward, sailed through 10 feet of air, and landed effortlessly on her feet. She had scanned the area and it's perimeter when she was still watching from above and had seen that except for the few soldiers that had made it into the chambers, no one else had managed to get in. Eira and Ash must be doing a good job, she told herself. Tempest stepped forward tentatively, careful of the bodies of the dead Hybern soldiers that lay beneath her. She guided her way carefully and stopped at where Zuri lay unconscious. Tempest sniffed the air, and found the lingering smell of Faebane. Her eyes immediately left the room's interior and latched onto Zuri's body, scanning her lithe form for the obvious injury. She found the wound right after, covered over by the train of Zuri's long pale blue gown. Tempest moved the gown fold off of the wound and hissed sharply at what she saw beneath. The dagger had sliced her arm open exactly at a 90° angle and it had enshrouded itself right in the forearm's Brachial artery. The wound was gushing blood and the fact that it had been tipped with enormous amounts of Faebane didn't help. Tempest hurried to action right away, applying pressure onto the wound by pushing it against the bone. She remembered that pressure dressing was the best way to stop a bleeding artery or vein, which was was she needed to do right now. She could only heal after the bleeding had stopped, that was the only method she'd been taught. She ripped off a piece of Zuri's gown to form a tourniquette, and kept applying pressure with her bare fingers coated in blood. She discarded the piece of cloth on the floor and reached behind her back to retrieve one of her wood fighting sticks. She brought it forward, placed it on her knee and snapped it in two. She took the smaller piece, threw the other piece down and picked up the cloth. Em removed the finger that had stopped the bleeding and pressed the stick instead of her finger. She wrapped the cloth around it to cease the bleeding and hold the stick in place. Once she had secured everything, she took Zuri's limp arm in her hands and closed her eyes. Almost a minute had passed and she had lost so much blood. Tempest formed the injury in her mind and sent her fire into Zuri's wound. She had to clean the Faebane before she closed it and her fire helped her with it. She envisioned the wound then, and pictured it healing itself. She closed her eyes, saw that the wound had healed in her mind's eye and almost threw up in relief when she saw that Zuri's face was getting back all the color. Tempest slumped backwards, the using of her magic draining her, and fell onto the floor in a clutter of weapons and sweat.
The moment she heard the scream, her instincts kicked in, driving her into motion. In under a minute, she was standing outside the Queen's chamber rooms, listening closely for the screams which had subdued. She had no way of seeing what was happening inside and in order to plan her future movements, insight into the room was absolutely necessary. She stopped for a second before she closed her eyes and snapped her fingers. She concentrated on controlling her mind, telling it to do what she wanted to. When she opened her eyes back again, she was in her fighting leathers. Her beautiful dress lay discarded on the floor beside her. She picked it up and threw it further away where it landed in a silent heap under the window. If the soldiers didn't know she was here, she wasn't going to alert them now. She converged her attention onto regulating her breathing. Don't hold the tension in your shoulders. Inhale with your nose. Exhale through your mouth. Once she was sure her heartbeat had stabilized, she crept forward. She pushed her body forward in one motion and secured her place above the palace roof, holding onto the slight rise in its surface for balance. She swished out her carving knife with its jagged ends out of her pocket and lit it on fire. The fire enveloped her hand and the knife but it didn't burn them. Without it, she'd never be able to cut a hole into the gold swathed roof. She flicked out her wrist and drew a long slice across the length of the slight bump in the roof. It cracked clean underneath her and she fell flat on it, not wanting to draw attention to herself if there was anyone inside. She was prepared to see a bloody room, with the Queen in it, fighting off the soldiers trying to attack her. But instead what she found was a silent room, with an even silent Zuri in it
(No it's alright. I had already read that post where u mentioned that you would be leaving soon so I knew u wouldnt be that active on this rp........I was just wondering about the other users yk. They've created their chars and everything and we dont want them to feel left out so we just thought we'd make sure)
(that convo was happening on the other rp. the next generation rp post)
(ohh i see, so they wont be coming to roleplay here anymore?)
(I mean, I prefer rp'ing on Fandom and so does Hunt. We'll ask Ser, let's see what she says)
(yeah, I agree with Hunt. If we do it on discord, it will feel less formal. On Fandom, there's a driving factor there to make us write it in a good manner. Besides, copying and pasting would be too much work)
Tempest walked behind the Queen, her steps slow and calculated, with Zuri beside her. She'd have preferred Eira to come along with them but the Queen had specifically requested Zuri to be there since she and Eira had parted on unfriendly terms. Iras walked ahead of them and stopped abruptly in front a set of long golden bolted doors. She flicked her fingers and the doors groaned open, the room showing beyond them elgantly, exquisitely decorated in swaths of purple and gold, the contrast of it pleasing to the eye compared to the night sky. Zuri stepped into the room first and Em followed suit. Iras walked ahead and disappeared behind a set of veiled rooms. ''Please wait for me there,'' she said ''I'll just change and be with you both in a moment.'' Em gave a slight nod of her head to indicate that she'd heard Iras and started to move towards the floor length glass windows present at the far end of the room. She was halfway there when Iras gave out a scream, unmistakably one filled with immense pain
(I'm going to write a pov now, Rowi)
Tempest walked along the long pathway that led from the entrance of the palace to the rose gardens planted towards the south-east part of the manor. Ash was beside her, his strong hard rubbing circles into her palm. They had stopped talking some time ago and were just walking in silence, soaking up the tranquility of the place in the dead of the night. Tempest was about to turn her way onto the curve in the path when her body came to a cessation. Her blood chilled in her bones and all she wanted to do was to get that absolutely horrible scent out of her nose. She sniffed the air, against her better judgment, and caught the faint but unmistakable scent of rotten, foul blood. On instinct, and because she had the ability to sense danger, she knew something was horribly wrong. Her feet turned around, back to the palace, almost as if they were functioning of their own volition. As soon she snapped back into her body, she went hell for the leather. She fell into the familiar place in her body where her mind was calm, and all that mattered was the pounding of her feet on the tarmac ground. Head down, she told herself. Breath through it. Slow and steady. Wait for the initial pain to pass. Don't hold the tension. Breathe in for two strides, breathe out for one. She repeated the mantra in her head, the one that had been drilled into her the times she used to train in the Illyrian camps. She had gone very far from the palace and if she needed to reach there in time, she had to pick up her pace. She focused on the muscles that helped her move. Calves, Quads, Hamstrings, tighten your core, protect your back. Picture the place you want to reach in your mind. You have to want to reach it before your enemy. She thought of that ballroom and almost as if she had summoned it, it appeared in front of her. She slammed the shut doors open and burst into the room in a whirl of dust, sweat, and short breaths. All the eyes turned to her. The room was so quiet you could hear the splatter of the sweat that fell down Tempest's back onto the marble floors. Her eyes scanned the area and fell on a familiar pair of blue eyes. Eira's eyes weren't on Em but on something on the floor. Tempest followed her line of eyesight and the sight she saw made her want to turn around and retch out everything she'd eaten
(a bit busy with class rn, I'll be active in about 2 hrs)
Tempest was about to leave when a warm hand wrapped around her scarred, calloused ones. She turned around to see who it was and was pleasantly surprised. This was the male she'd seen conversing with all three of the ladies she'd talked to. ''Why are you leaving'' He asked, his eyes kind and concerned. ''Ohh it's nothing, umm err- I'm sorry I don't think I know your name, young man.'' Tempest said ''Ash, you can call me Ash'' He replied. ''Yes Ash,'' She continued. ''It's nothing, really.'' ''I just came out here for a breath of fresh air. It's too crowded in there anyways'' Tempest said, swallowing past the tightness in her throat. She wasn't used to being offered kindness and Ash here had done it. Tears threatened to push out but she willed them back.
(After you left, I went to Eira to ask her to show me her sword. She showed it to me and I oved it. So Zuri doesn't like it bcuz she feels like Eira is getting too close to Tempest and doesn't want that. So she's a bit um hostile ig with Tempest. Tempest then feeling sad walks out the ballroom.
That's all we've done so far Rowi)
''Of course she isn't'' Em replied. ''As a person who loves to observe things, it's in my habit to appreciate beauty. Forgive me if that sounded offensive. I was just pointing out the obvious, you know.'' I must have done something to offend Zuri, she thought. I must have certainly done something really big. Did I? Maybe I did do something. Tempest thought. Not wanting to be in the midst of something she wasn't invited to, Em excused herself politely. A little part of her was disappointed that she couldn't do anything right and the only thing she'd hoped to do besides attending the meeting was making a few new friends. Turns out she'd failed at that too. 'You don't deserve their friendship anyways', a little voice in her mind told her. 'Maybe I don't', Tempest agreed, 'Maybe I deserve to be alone forever' she told herself. She walked into the cool of the night, the dark sky reflecting the depth of the sadness in her
''Of course'' Tempest replied. ''Thank you for letting me hold it. I see how much it means to you''