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[RP] The Second World

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Desbear:
Duriel slowly began to stir, groggily getting up. Thoughts in the back of his head begged him to just roll over in his bed, and go back to sleep, but he couldn't. It was a hard day at the tavern yesterday, a fight broke out and he had trouble stopping it, but he was sure it would be a better day today. He got ready for work and ate a smaller breakfast than normal, as he needed to get to work early today so he could clean up the aftermath, as they had to close early due to the fight.

When he arrived at work, he immediately began setting chairs back into place, sweeping up broken glass, luckily he had been able to clean the liquid before closing the day before. After eventually getting the place back into its normal, slightly run down state, he began to admire the building. He couldn't place it, but he felt... At home, in this tavern, and this put a bit of a smile on his face, as he turned a sign on the front of the building to show that it was open, he then walked over to his place at the counter, and placed his arms on the counter tops, smiling as he waited on customers.

Lunartic:
It was a beautiful sunrise that morning. It's a shame Floressa slept through it all.

She was up long past midnight earlier. A noble's nephew hired her as his "mistress" for the evening. His uncle was passing through town and the nephew wanted to impress him. She actually enjoyed herself that night. There was good food and wine, and the nephew was a kind gentleman with a hefty purse. She wanted to charge him less than what she would normally for such a long stay, but he insisted she take more. It was the most unorthodox bargain she encountered. But gold is gold, as they say.

She rubbed her ankles before climbing out of bed. It was the longest she had stood in her finest heels, and walking in flat shoes was bliss. But there was no time for her to bask in her even soles, for there was housework to be done.

Humen:
Jacob
Another morning came, the sun barely hanging over the skyline, Jacob's family still resting in bed as he moved out to the fields. The animals seemed ready as always for the daily routine. When he had finished tending to the livestock the sun had begun it’s ascend through the sky as Jacob moved in towards the house. His mother already cooking while his sisters were playing around the house, but his father was nowhere to be seemed. His mother explained he was still in bed "The last few week have been trying of your father." she said. Such an awful time to feel ill, around this time those damnable wolves show up at night. It will be hard to keep track of livestock with only one person watching over. Jacob let out a sigh; this problem could be avoided if they simply moved closer to town but his father's too stubborn to consider it. Broken from his train of thought he looked down to see one of his sisters pulling on his pant leg asking him to play in one of their games. He smiled, patting her on the head "I’ll come and play after I finish with my morning duties, now run along and get ready for breakfast." after assuring her he went along to gather the basket of dirty laundry and prepare it to be cleaned.

WhistfulSoul:
The day had gone by much slower than he would have liked. He got up in the early hours of the morning like he usually did, hoping to get some free time before chores, but nothing preoccupied him for long. It wasn't until the roosters began to crow and his chores started that the hours turned to minutes while his body and mind worked separately. Tyrren wasn't the only person on his farm, but his father in his infinite wisdom thought that tending to the chores on his own would "build character, every young man needs character". Well, I disagree, Tyrren thought, The only thing this builds is my arms and back, sores in both, and the urge to sleep the rest of the day.

The boy heard hooves behind him, and his horse Raika plopped his head gently on top of Tyrren's. It was a trick he learned when Tyrren fell asleep on the steed and fell straight forward and laid his head on the horses, and it became a symbol of endearment between the two. Tyrren reached up and patted Raika's muzzle. Are you still hungry or do you want something to do? The horse stamped his foot into the ground, and Tyrren heard the familiar sound of the flick of his tail. He smiled at how intelligent some animals could be. Alright, I'll be done soon, then we can head out for a few hours.

He could feel the horse working his jaw above his head, almost as though he was working the deal over. Raika pulled his head off of Tyrren's and walked back to his stall, waiting for his rider. Tyrren finished feeding and the rest of his chores as quickly as he could, and shortly set off to nowhere upon his steed.

WhistfulSoul:
Story Post

Without fail the day had once again passed by as normal; the sun rose and set, plants shivered in the wind, rain fell and water flowed. For some it went by quickly, everyone had their daily routines and it only took them so long to fall in and be swept away by the current of life. Others were slowed, bogged down by mind and body. Whether anyone realized it or not, this day was different from any before it. Some may have sensed it upon waking up and noticing that a single hair was out of place or discolored; others may have noticed it while eating, as though there was a piece of something that crunched unlike the rest, or a spoon of soup that was too thick to be right. As many as there were that may have realized that something was off, there were only seven who would truly experience the difference.

The sun had just begun to rise but within the grove night remained, the only source of light coming from masses of fireflies. The maiden sat behind the waterfall, on a small wooden stool that didn't look fully finished. Into the fine mist she gazed, where she saw the faces of seven young heroes ending another day of their routine lives. From her sleeve she produced a small flask filled with a green powder. She unstopped the flask and poked her little finger into the powder before tasting it; she had to make sure the enchantment had finished. Sure that it would work, the maiden flung the contents of the flask into the waterfall, filling the mist with green and creating frames around the heroes.

Bring them swiftly, Kaiyos. We do not know exactly how much time remains.

Tyrren

After spending several hours treading old hunting paths aimlessly through the woods, Tyrren had returned home to his father throwing a tantrum over how hastily his son had left. The two argued over chores and who was responsible for what and why Tyrren should have tended to the wheat and not his father and how the wheat wouldn't need tending until early fall and... Tyrren decided he'd had enough when he heard his stomach growl and stomped off to eat by his lonesome.

The barn didn't have much room in the loft, so Tyrren had made himself a small platform within Raika's stall, (which, being the biggest stall in the barn had room to spare), that he laid the horses hay on. On occasions such as tonight, he would lay with his horse and stare out the window of the barn. It faced east, so Tyrren could see the moon in all it's glory, the stars surrounding it like children surrounding an adult, waiting for a story. With such serenity around him, the boy fell asleep.

And then he woke up. The sun was higher than it usually was when he woke up in the barn,  and he began to panic over chores when he realized he was on solid ground and not Raika's platform. Tyrren turned around to face.. Trees, and lots of them. Then he started to panic again as a boy poked his head out from behind one of the trees. Who are you, where am I?! The boy shook his head and put his finger to his lips as though to silence Tyrren. No, you need to speak. Who are you? The boy shrugged, then looked to the sky and threw his arms in the air. He turned back towards Tyrren. Name's Kaiyos. You wanna come with me and get answers or what?

The boy led Tyrren through the forest and into a grove with a small pond and a waterfall with a cave behind it. A beautiful woman emerged from the cave to greet the pair. Good work, Kaiyos. The first of few. Bring them quickly, and use your speed if you must. She raised her hand as Tyrren began to open his mouth. Patience. You will have your questions answered Tyrren, but only once everyone has gathered. Kaiyos disappeared in another wisp of smoke.

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