The world of Laifel

"I didn't put it as bluntly as that, but yeah, that's pretty much it. Friends and family, they're both weaknesses." Lanan replied in a stern voice, "And I HATE being weak." As he said it, he thought about his father.

 

Sameire waited for a few good minutes, listening carefully to what the gaurds where doing. She'd changed her mind. The longer that she stayed here, the less her chance of getting out - surely they'd find a better way to gaurd once given the time. She had to leave tonight. But first, she'd need an excuse.

OOC: Hey, Pezz, is there a wall around the castle?

 

OOC: That would be the most logical thing to have. and then follow it up with a moat.

 

OOC: Whew.... Okay. Here goes my es-cap-eh! (lol, I watched Finding Nemo last night... well... technically this morning...) XD

BIC: Sameire sat up in bed and rubbed her eyes, a front until she knew if the gaurds were asleep. She looked over, and luckily for her, they were. Now was probably the only chance she'd get. She took off Tristan's shirt, folded it, and set it on the pillow. Quietly, she got out of bed and picked up the papers that had her translation on them - she wouldn't be able to carry the books - and folded it to fit in her sheath with her dagger.
Sameire crept to the window; she was in no hurry to be alone in the dark of midnight. As silently as she could, she opened the window. So far so good. Now get yourself outside. The young girl centered herself, and then Shaped a platform outside the window that looked like a top stair. She wasn't as focused as her older brother, so she had to pay careful attention to what she was doing. It took her a while, but eventually she got from the height of Tristan's room to the ground.
She stood there for a moment, frightened by being alone in the dark. You've got to go. She told herself. Get help. Anyone who will believe you. Move, legs, move! Sameire ran across the grass as fast as she could until she reached the wall that surrounded the castle. This was the hard part: getting over the wall.

 

Becka sat down in the road and put on a slighty pouty face. "Are friends weaknesses?" she asked

 

OOC: you could have shaped platforms in the air and walked over the wall. That's what I thought you were planning on doing. but I guess Sammy is a klutz.

 

"Well, not weakness... more like they have the potential to be weaknesses. They can be used against you, they can betray you, stuff like that." He said as he turned around and sat down, facing her. Lanan was a little uncomfortable talking about it, but it felt good getting his thoughts out.


As Azazel was flying over the land, he looked down and saw two travelers, a male and a female. He didn't pay them any attention at first.

 

OOC: Yep. XD Plus, she would risk being seen. She's scared of the dark, so that might throw off her concentration. I've got this all in mah noodle. =D

BIC: Sameire looked back to Tristan's window. There was no one there. She was doing well so far. Alright. Now get yourself over the wall. Again, she formed stair-like platforms to get to the top of the wall. Nervously, she hoisted herself onto the wall. She sat there, shivering. She was tired from the Shaping, and scared of being caught. The darkness of the night was throwing off her concentration.

 

OOC: what became of your vampire and Cylian?

 

OOC: Holy crudders! D: Uh...

BIC: "Aduial, do you know of any other close towns?" Aidou asked.

"The only one I know of is the capital," Aduial answered. "But... I can do something for these people."

"No," Aidou objected sternly.

"If we find the right location-"

"No," Aidou repeated, his red eyes turning to look at the Cylian. "It's too much."

"I don't need your permission." Aduial frowned. "These people need help, and I can help them. I'm doing it with or without your consent."


Come on. Move. Just over the wall and into cover. Sameire crawled to the other side of the wall and looked down. It looked a lot father down than it did tall when she was at the bottom.

 

Karchit spit on the ground as he watched to woods go up into flames. If he ever found out who was responsible for this, he would kill him.

 

Sameire shut her eyes tight and focused herself. It was only a little further; and she had to hurry, 'her father' or the gaurds might realize that she was gone. For a third time, she Shaped stairs. Gradually, the Princess made her way down the stairs and then Shaped a flat bridge across the moat. She shivered again, but hurried her way across the bridge. Once on the other side, everything she'd Shaped disappeared. I did it... I actually did it!

 

OOC: Wait, so Tristan just risked his neck in the bogs for nothing?!

 

OOC: I was wondering why Tristan and Eleanor were crossing the Bogs, I completley forgot lol so yeah, but at least he got a summon out of it

 

OOC: Teehee! Just wait, Sammy's got a way of getting in trouble. She may need her brother yet. XD

BIC: Sameire had the feeling that someone would come after her soon. She ran into the cover of trees, and instantly regretted it. The darkness intensified once the moon's light was caught by the trees. She huddled down by a tree, hugging her knees to her chest. Trembling, she Shaped a wall around herself to keep anything that could be out there away from herself.

 

OOC: what do you mean a tree barks looking wall?

 

OOC: a wall/barrier that looks like tree bark. ^^

 

OOC: How did you make the Lineve look like tree bark? when shaped, it distorts light. you would be able to see through it, the image would look distorted but you could still see through it.

 

OOC: Sammy: Haha! Fail!
Me: Shut up! I'm half awake and I'm confusing threads. >< I'll fix it.
Sammy: You better!
Me: Now I'm sad....

 

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Name (full)-Haffen'dur (Haff)
Race-fairrel cat clan
Age- 19
Gender- male
Side- Neutral
Weapon - fire hardened ashwood staff
Background - His family was a group of oddjobs. Each one of them specialized in a certain task. Spy, carpentry, smithing, hunting, healing, assasin. you name it , one of them could probably do it. Unfortunately, the only thing they couldn't do was stay alive. Over the years, the entire 'Dur clan was almost wiped from existance. Each one that fell was slain by one of the races. Being the oldest of the surviving three babes, Haffen'dur became a theif to support what was left of his family along with forfilling a sort of strange vengance. He wants to take from this world everything, just like the world took everything from him.
Appearance- Coffee brown fur, deep scar over the bridge of his cat nose, icy blue eyes, and unsually large canines, even for one of his own kind. These are his pride and joy along with him being a pureblood.