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[RP] The Second World

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The-Blades-slave:
Daylin shoved his armor on hastily, pulling his helm over his head and lacing up his greaves. He snatched up his axe from where it had been discarded and hoisted it over his shoulder. It's real, he thought, this wasn't a weird dream. His thoughts turned towards his current task and he grimaced, striding of his tent. Might as well get this done, 'ope that girl keeps 'er end. 

As if the world could read his mind, he heard an unmistakable voice whisper, "It's done, all you have to do is swing that axe." Daylin whirled around, but there was no one there. He shook his head, of course she wouldn't be. She couldn't get caught until he had won, or else they would kill her. The thought added strength to his step, and he marched to face the chief, chin held high. "I'm ready, bring yer onslaught."

Lunartic:
She hardly remembered falling asleep. What she does remember is waking up in her bed at home in her cosy cottage at the farm, not a tent by a castle. It was a surprise, but comforting. The rest of her day was a blur. Get dressed. Eat breakfast. Morning chores. Lunch. Archery. Supper. Evening chores. Bed. She didn't speak to Daylin. She hardly saw her parents. She didn't even go out to town. Her only thought was the . . . dream? No, it had to be real. There was no way it wasn't.

Falling asleep was like falling. You stand on the edge of a cliff, peering over the edge into nothing. It doesn't feel like you stepped off, until your breath is taken away. And when you breath again, you're lying in your bed staring at the ceiling of your bedroom.

Not this time.

Floressa woke up to the gray-brown roof of a tent, feeling a bit groggy, like she woke up in the middle of a deep sleep. Wearing green and brown clothing. There was no way this was a dream. She crawled out of her tent. Her hair was tangled and she had a rather large cow-lick over her left ear. She waved at her travelling partner and grabbed her bag. "I think I saw a lake a few metres back, I'm going to have a bath," she said and trudged, barefoot, through the forest. "If I catch you lookin' at me," she hollered, "I'll cut off your penis while you sleep."

Yume Tsuki:
Neicha's ears raised when she could make up a smile in the little light the fire provided. She was relieved they weren't as territorial as she expected. Apparently they had troubles of their own they couldn't fix. Perhaps that's why she was a welcome face since she pronounced herself a herbalist.
"Oh? Did something bad happen?"
She moved to the camp fire, careful not to trip over any roots. She knew it was actually time to wake up in the other world, but she had to at least hear what had happened here so she could make an inventory of symptoms so she knows what to look for. She sat down next to Rockjaw. She decided upon picking that name since she wasn't really that fast herself.

WhistfulSoul:
Tyrren @Floressa

Yeah, no worries, I'm no imbecile. Can't promise for Kaiyos though. The spirit whined. Aw, that's unfair! Tyrren smirked then unrolled his bedroll again so he could wait for the girl. He didn't mind waiting, he wasn't sure how he was going to begin his task and he wasn't ready to begin screwing up yet.

@Duriel

One of the men raised his eyes and grinned beneath the coat that was his beard. Aye, you know how dwarves are! Anywhere the ale be, is a spot to relax! And as you can see, we're carrying a large amount of the liquid gold, haha! The man seemed overly pleased with himself, patting both his wagon and his stomach. His companions didn't seem to mind, as they were both smirking as well. One of them spoke up, Name's Torig. The funny one's Herrish, and the quiet one over there is Colfer. We was heading back into the capitol tuh resupply our stock fer are tav'rn, and we thought any place good 'nough fer anuther dwarf is good 'nough place fer us. He got up and held his hand out to Duriel. We was hopin' that you migh' be willin' to come with us. Free ride into the capitol?

@Neicha

Rockjaw shifted uneasily, like the log beneath him suddenly wasn't as uncomfortably-comfortable as it was before. Well, more than something bad. One of the others, a fox, twitched his ears around to listen for intruders of their conversation. When he nodded, Rockjaw continued. A few months ago, some mages entered our territories without our knowing. We didn't catch them, but we definitely caught the aftermath. A whole chunk of the forest had up and disappeared, and around it, it looked as though everything was burnt. It was only after a week that we realized it wasn't a burn but a plague that was growing. It doesn't stop, and if you touch it, you're infected and it spreads over your body. It leeches off your body, only stopping once you've withered away to nothing. But we have learned that one plant isn't affected. We haven't touched them in case they're important or dangerous, but we have collected one sample and kept it safe at home. He patted Neicha's shoulder with his enormous paw. And that's why we need you. But, let us rest first.

@Daylin

The Chieftain grinned, the bloodstains on his teeth showing. He addressed the crowd of orc civilians that had gathered for the occasion, despite the short notice. Captains! Show this man what happens when he shoves his foot where he is not welcome! One of the captains arrayed on either side of the Chieftain stepped forward. He was what one might call a smaller orc, but he was still huge in comparison to Daylin. He wore little armor besides gauntlets and a chestplate forged of a weak steel. Instead he bore a huge axe, double sided and tipped with a red metal. It seemed heavy in his hands, but his eyelids seemed to droop as well. Rather than a charge, the orc seemed to stumble in Daylin's direction before remembering his task, and swung his axe at Daylin's waist.

Desbear:
The dwarf smiled at the others, looking over them... Torig, Herrish, and Colfer, eh? He liked them, they seemed like good, honest dwarves! Further more, Torig had said they owned a tavern, so he felt a bit compelled to do what this guy wanted, as it reminded him of home... He shook the other Dwarf's hand, and began to reply, a jolly tone to his voice. Ah, ye own a tavern, eh? I work at one back home, what are the odds!" The dwarf thought for a moment, contemplating whether he should have said that or not, but merely shook his head and continued on. "I'd love a free ride to the capital, but if ya' don't mind me askin', why were ya' hopin' for me to come?"

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