RuneScape Forum Archive | Into the Ashlands (RP)

George Rozas

Posts: 35,406 Sapphire Posts by user Forum Profile RuneMetrics Profile

by his uncle instead, a high-ranking military commander who definitely did not treat him like the child he was. Under his tutelage Wulvash grew strong and disciplined, able to overcome his peers not only through his size but also his skill gained from complete dedication to the training he was given.

After officially joining the Drakonian military at the age of 17 (he was VERY insistent, and his uncle pulled some strings) Wulvash had his first taste of live combat soon after during a skirmish with the Drow Empire. He served faithfully for three years, but after coming of age Wulvash began to feel a growing disconnect with his fellow soldiers, finding himself considering the lands outside of Drakonia and the battlefields he'd been shipped to. A year later when he was expected to renew his service Wulvash instead took his leave, chartering a ship to the mainlands and landing on the shores of the kingdom of Dormoor. There he began traveling.

Where his upbringing shaped him, his travels were what moulded him - refining his techniques, reinforcing his discipline to the level he once believed he had, all the while reveling in the sensation of freedom that came with doing it all under his own strength.

About four years ago Wulvash sailed to Orlossis, knowing little about the Orc lands beyond what he knew of Orcs he had encountered on the mainland. During his few months of wandering the region he learned something about himself - he really didn't like Orcs. More than half of his encounters resulted in him having to fight, in many cases solely for the fact that he looked like he would be a challenge. It came to be rather irritating.

With there not being very many tribes open to friendly relations with visitors it came as a pleasant surprise when he ended up at one such settlement. Within the settlement were slave traders, with it being a coastal place this was likely where ill-reputed sorts came from the mainlands to buy slaves. It was not pleasant. I am Inferi.

17-Jun-2018 00:26:25

George Rozas

Posts: 35,406 Sapphire Posts by user Forum Profile RuneMetrics Profile

It was here that Wulvash came across a particular slave. A young Drow with no light in her eyes, being almost casually mishandled by the trader selling her. He could have moved on, went by as he had so many others he could do nothing for, but instead he stopped when his eyes met the blank ones of the Drow. He didn't know why, he just knew that he had to help her. So he did. He used most of his gold to buy her, he accepted the contract he was given, then he chartered a ship back to the mainlan for the two of them and shredded the papers that marked her as property.

Only... Freeing her didn't quite work out perfectly. Because she was free now, there were no bindings and no magical contracts or anything like that, but after getting to the mainland and giving her half of what remained of his money so she could live... Well, she didn't leave. Where he went, the Drow followed. Even telling her numerous times she was not bound to him, she could go where she wanted, that she owed him nothing, she still followed him. Wulvash didn't have a lot of choice but to accept it, because if he ignored her then she was probably going to get herself killed, and he just couldn't bring himself to stop caring.

Four years on she still follows him. They're effectively a package deal now, and with them being a very recent arrival to the Arenar company, having been with the mercenaries for little more than a couple of weeks, there isn't a lot of trust so far for the big guy and the Drow.

Other: UNBROKEN. I am Inferi.

17-Jun-2018 00:26:31

Inferi

Posts: 35,939 Sapphire Posts by user Forum Profile RuneMetrics Profile

Name: Zensira
Age: 34
Gender: Female
Race: Drow

Appearance: Standard drow, with dark purple skin and white hair. The hair is quite long, and is mostly unkempt as keeping it looking like much of anything wasn’t part of her duties. Sometimes it is tied back with some piece of rope or something of the sort, but most of the time it’s just loose. She’s 5 feet and 2 inches tall, and is rather thin and scrawnily built. Her eyes are dark, almost black, and look empty, like she is missing some essential part of what makes a person a person.

There are several scars on various parts of her body, the more visible ones being the marks on her face and on her arms and wrists. The wrists and arms are cut and lacerations, and her face is more along the lines of being struck with something.

Attire: Whatever is given to her by her master, as slaves do not own anything themselves. At the moment, it’s a simple dark gray robe that is slightly big on her as well as a pair of leather boots. She also carries a pack that has your typical supplies and whatnot in it: basically anything needed for adventuring work.

Weapons: None
Magic: Forbidden

History: A slave for life is the best description that can be given. If she had a past beyond being under the heel of another, she does not remember it. From the youngest age that she can remember, she was the property of another, and the one that owned her had but a single purpose for her existence. That purpose was magic. It was not her place to ask why this was what she was born for, nor did she have any reason to do so. She was simply told that this was her purpose, and her master was absolute. Her purpose was to serve, and serve she did. Done in by the dubious doings of destiny.

18-Jun-2018 02:10:58 - Last edited on 18-Jun-2018 21:39:50 by Inferi

Inferi

Posts: 35,939 Sapphire Posts by user Forum Profile RuneMetrics Profile

The passing of time meant nothing when one is unable to grasp its purpose. Until the magic could be manifest, it was learning how it was supposed to be used that took up her life. Her master was very clear on this. She was to learn everything she could of magic in order to best serve him. It was a slow task for a young slave, but it was also her life. Her learning was acceptable, and when the time came for her to be able to put it into practice she was able to perform the basics without mishap.

In the time she had, her talent grew. The forbidden schools of magic were put in her grasp, although the knowledge that they were forbidden were not. Her master wanted her to be able to do these things, and so do them she had to. It wasn’t an option to fail, nor was it ever even a possibility. What was wanted would be done. To others, her talent may have been exceptional; to her, it was never enough.

She never asked who was training her, nor did she ask why. Questions were not hers to utter, and therefore when her master never came back and others came to claim her she did not resist. Others may have had a life where they could choose but to one who did not there was nothing to be done. Her master was everything, after all, and so if something was happening then he must have willed it.

That was why, when she was presented with a Drakonian calling himself Wulvash and told that he was her master, she did not resist. Her master may have been wearing another form, but if he was her master then it was her duty to serve. However, shortly after and for the first time in her life, she was confused at his actions. He told her to go, to be free, but that word had no meaning. The only meaning was in her master, and so the words that she did not need to remain or that she could follow her desires meant nothing. Her only desire was to please her master, and as such there was no reason to go elsewhere. Done in by the dubious doings of destiny.

18-Jun-2018 02:11:02

Inferi

Posts: 35,939 Sapphire Posts by user Forum Profile RuneMetrics Profile

Only once was she told to remain, and remain she did. Not moving from that spot, she stayed, and within a day her master returned. He never told her to do that again, but if he had then she would have done so. Withering away in one place was acceptable if that was what her master wished. It was after this that he called her by a name that she had never heard before, but which became the identity with which she was associated. It made no sense to her, like most of the decisions of her master once he had assumed his new form, but being called by the name felt...strange, in a not unpleasant way. What it meant, she could not tell.

Whether the free will of the outside world is growing on her or not...who can tell? She still remains with her Draconian master, for there is no reason to do anything else. Her skills, growing over time, are used in his defense and at his will, although his attempts to get her to use them at her own judgment have been met with a...small amount of success.

Other: I did read the rules. Done in by the dubious doings of destiny.

18-Jun-2018 02:11:15 - Last edited on 18-Jun-2018 04:46:32 by Inferi

George Rozas

Posts: 35,406 Sapphire Posts by user Forum Profile RuneMetrics Profile

" Into the Ashlands... "

The pensive murmur of a giant lizard was lost to the exhilirated chanting of the rest of the Arenar Company. Wulvash stood amidst the others - a giant figure clad in plate - and considered the future he had chosen by staying. It was not too late. He could easily turn now and leave the company, he had been with them for such a short time that nobody would bat an eye - some might even be relieved not having to share quarters with a Drakonian. There was plenty of reason not to join the expedition as well, primarily in the form of the short, thin Drow that even now stood just beside him.

His reptillian eyes slid across to her. It must have been at least four years now since their paths crossed, yet sometimes it still felt as though no time had passed. Staying wasn't a decision he could make based solely on himself - he was deciding for two.

Money had been tight for quite some time. While his travels brought experience and knowledge they did not bring in gold, and down to some of his last few coins he had made the decision to sign up with a mercenary company. An expedition of this scale was not something he had been expecting after being with them for only a short couple of weeks. However, if successful then he would receive exactly what he had been wanting - enough gold to last a long, long time.

It would be no small undertaking, and Zensira would be exposed to all the danger he was (not anything new, except the scale of the dangers) yet... This was not an opportunity he could pass up. For both their sakes. I am Inferi.

22-Jun-2018 16:46:02

Inferi

Posts: 35,939 Sapphire Posts by user Forum Profile RuneMetrics Profile

Not quite beside: perhaps a step or two back was where the drow stood in relation to the drakonian. For a slave to stand equal to their aster was unthinkable, and the deferment of lead positioning was just one of the many ways that such a thing was to be displayed. She always took care not to make any indication that she was her Master’s equal while remaining close at hand for when she was required.

The shouts of everyone around them were meaningless to her, and the only words that held real meaning were the softer and quieter ones that came from her Master’s lips. It told her where they were going, even though it wasn’t necessary for her to be told. It had become a strange occurrence since he had returned to take her back; she was told more, much more, than she had been before, and making sense of why had not come to pass yet. He had told her that she needed to make her own decisions, but that conflicted with everything else that she had been taught. As it was her Master telling her, she did not dismiss it - as she did with things that everyone else said - but being able to act on the meaning was, as of yet, not possible.

Feeling the eyes of her Master on her - a sense that she had which many people felt was uncanny, or at least would if it was ever mentioned to another - Zensira turned her face to look up towards that of her Master. She did not raise it to meet his, as this would indicate equal standing, but rather stopped her gaze somewhere around his shoulders. If his gaze indicated that he wished something of her, it was her role to carry it out.

“

What do you require, Master?

” she asked, voice quiet and monotone. It was almost like all of the emotion had been stripped from the one that was speaking, an empty voice to match her eyes. Done in by the dubious doings of destiny.

23-Jun-2018 00:01:59

George Rozas

Posts: 35,406 Sapphire Posts by user Forum Profile RuneMetrics Profile

Ah, she'd noticed his gaze. Wulvash sometimes forgot how easily the Drow picked up on when his eyes fell to her - as if she had a sixth sense for knowing when she had his attentionr. Her monotone query didn't even have to be heard by the Drakonian over the cheers of his fellows, he'd seen that movement of Zensira's lips enough time to know exactly what it as she asked - it still bothered him.

" Please Zensira, call me by my name - you have no master anymore, " He replied with gentle exasperation, the pair of them having had this exact conversation on countless occasions. In truth he didn't expect it to take this time either, but Wulvash would not stop trying - one day she would call him by his name without him needing to remind her.

With the end of the chant the officers were likely to give some final instructions for their departure time, with this job having been sprung on the company it made sense to allow them to make some preparations. Whether that time would be limited to a few hours or postponed to the next day, maybe even a few days if there was truly no rush, would not matter to him - it would take no more than a couple of hours to finish his preparations.

He eyed the plain, oversized robe his companion wore and judged it to be not enough. Not for where they were going.

" We'll stop by a local armourer before we leave, I'd like to get you something more protective for this trip. " I am Inferi.

23-Jun-2018 02:35:56

Inferi

Posts: 35,939 Sapphire Posts by user Forum Profile RuneMetrics Profile

“

Yes, Master Wulvash.

” Zensira replied, giving him a bow before facing forward again. Saying his name wasn’t something that she refused to do, but what likely exasperated him was that she refused to stop using his title of “Master” even when using his name. It was unthinkable not to. When addressing one’s master, a slave was to show that they knew who they were speaking to and that there was no question of what the relationship was.

The thought that she needed armor was new. Over the time since he had taken her on the ship to the mainland, Wulvash had done multiple things to change what she wore, such as trading her ragged clothing for more complete garments and putting boots on feet that had never worn them before, but this was crossing into the realm of something a slave should never have. Armor and weapons were things slaves were never to have, but as the orders of her master overrode all else, and it was his choice, it changed the directive.

It mattered little overall. Armor was for protection, and her protection did not matter. However, if her Master felt as though she could better serve him in armor, then so it would be. All that mattered was that she do what was needed of her, and if she could do that better in armor then she would be wearing armor. Done in by the dubious doings of destiny.

23-Jun-2018 19:25:50

Azi Demonica

Posts: 5,600 Rune Posts by user Forum Profile RuneMetrics Profile

Xavakuun and Caspara

Having been rejected by the expedition from Greenhaven, the two twins just happened to be nearby the company chanting something about Ashlands.

“Ashlands?” Xavakuun asked himself, overhearing the chanting after some guy’s speech. It took him a few seconds to process all the information.

Caspara did not care. However, she did notice, much to her surprise, what appeared to be another big Drakonian, but much more heavily armoured than her brother. Muzzle, tail...what else could that be but another Drakonian?

“Look, another Drakonian. Let’s go, we might be able to join them and go to the Ashlands,” Caspara said. She did not care about the Drow, and Xavakuun didn’t even notice the dark elf, even as the two Drakonians approached the company.

“Hey! Can we come, too?” Xavakuun suddenly exclaimed, raising his hand to get attention.

Caspara shook her head and rolled her eyes, then, if necessary, tapped Wulvash’s pauldron with a few claws to get his attention.

“Hey you. You joined these things, right? We need to know how to join the company, too.”

Octavius and Griselda

These two had similar visors, though neither seemed to care.

The rather short but rather striking merc chanted along, clearly unflinching at any risks or dangers of going into the Ashlands. He heard a deep voice call, but did not really care. He was just eager to get going, and get rich!

As for Griselda, she stood tall and straight, and silent. She didn’t care about chanting, alone with her thoughts. She turned her head, noticing a couple more Drakonians in the company. What were the chances of that happening?

24-Jun-2018 01:19:40

Forums

Into the Ashlands (RP)