As the World Runs - Closed

[Sky Jade]

OOC: This is a closed thread for Sky Jade and Jacobo_Curious. Feel Free to read along.

Name: Sylvia HighWater
Occupation: Traveling Bard
Age: 25
History: Sylvia is a young woman who was raised to be a musican. She is widely known for her magical fingers on her guitar, her playing talents unmatched. The guiter which she plays is a magical one, with a life of it's own. The guitar has a single eye in the body of it, beneath the chords. The head of the guitar doubles as a sword handle for sword which can be pulled out and fought with. She is a decent swordswoman, able to hold her own in a fight.

IC:

The day was a clear one, not a cloud in the sky. The birds were singing in the trees along the forest path which Sylvia was walking on. Her guitar was strapped to her back and she wore a smile as she enjoyed the fresh air. It had been a few days since she left the last townand she figured she was close to the next one.

"Well Pattimo, we should be getting close to another town now. What should we do when we get there?"

The eye of the guitar opened, blinking a couple of times before looking around. Well, you could hold another show to wow the townspeople. After all, you have made yourself famous enough.

"Well that's true, but I am sure things will get more exciting for us soon."


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[Jacobo_Curious]

OOC: If anyone gets interested in joining for some reason, PM Sky Jade or me to see if we want anybody, but we'll probably be going at it alone for a while, I think. ^_^

Name: Ruele Amaldess
Occupation: Sorcerer Initiate
Age: 18

History: A lightly tanned young man with blue hair and attractive, boyish features, he does not physically appear to be as old as he is, but possesses a great amount of insight and intelligence that gives him a strong connection to the energies around him. Unfortunately, despite his self-awareness and willpower, he has a hard time finding romance -- while he convinces himself that sexual relations won't fufill him, he's really just shy. He's well-liked by everyone in his town (and, in fact, "well-liked" by some of the ladies), and though he doesn't exactly fit in and is considered by some to be a bit addled (sorcerers always are, aren't they), he treats well the community that supports him.

<<--- IC: --- >>

"Araa..."

Ruele shook his head with a soft spray of sweat as he continued to pull the plump, fibrous nezell fruits from the ground along with many of the other villagers. His pale white and blue clothes, loose and wide and open, were now stained with dirt, and his medium-length blue hair was damp with sweat. He sighed again, smiling wearily as he continued to pull up the fruits.

I kill these fruits, because I must eat. Why must I eat? Do I deserve to kill these fruits? What is the meaning of this pain I inflict? Why, Creator, why!?

A cute village girl tapped Ruele on the shoulder and smiled at him. "Ruele! Good morning!"

He blushed slightly, as usual, and smiled cheerfully as his ears turned red. "Miss Leina! Good morning to you, too!" As the attractive young lady walked past, the blue-haired young man stood there for a few moments with an innocent little smile on his face before leaning down to pull up more fruits. He looked like a happy little boy.

And what about the animals who feast on these plants? And the animals who feast on those animals? What are their states of consciousness? Can we forgive ourselves just as we forgive them? Why? Why, Creator, why!?

Any telepath who tapped into Ruele's brain waves would be certain they were listening to the wrong person.

Not ALL sorcerers are like Ruele, certainly. Though a little bit of insanity does come with such great power. But mostly, the young man's deep thoughts were kept away from his not-so-deep village companions, and he came off as the sweet boy that everyone knew -- that Leina knew, and that his uninterested parents knew. Though they were waiting for him to leave. He was one of six, and magic-users brought an undue attention to a family, which wasn't always good.

The harvest would be over soon. No doubt then, Ruele would leave.

Though to where, he had no clue...

 

[Sky Jade]

Sylvia reached back and unslung Pattimo from the holder on her back and held him in front of her, ready to play.

"Let's join the chorus of the woods with a bit of song, what do you say Pattimo?"

Agreed. I am sure they would enjoy the company of our sweet music.

Soon her fingers were flowing over the strings, beautiful music filling the air with the birds. The music was soft and sweet, carried by the wind. The soft music was carried towards the small village ahead, a little more than a mile away from Sylvia.

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