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 Posted: Wed Aug 15, 2007 5:57 am
Laerans
The large forested area located on the central continent, east of Firebrand, south east of the Kirunians and north of the Sahians. A forest has covered the entire area with many rivers running beneath the forest. Just west of the forested area, there lays a desert which house Firebrand. North is the mountains of the Kirunians. East of the mountains and south of the forest in the ocean.
Civilization After 50 Years Laerans: Laerans are followers of the exile Amelia and have followed her words and learned from her teachings. They have even started to go on ahead of what Amelia says and work forwards by themselves. They have started to have their own personalities as well. The people have procreated and the small town now consists of about 47 females and 43 males, ranging from children to the elderly. None of the first people remain. The small garden from before has grown into a small town consisting of large homes fit for at least five people. Culture: Most of the humans living within Laeray have grown to be rather strong and caring. Most do not fight unless they have to although there are small matches that take place once a week to test how much any of the warriors have improved. The less violent people take care of the herbs and plants as well as take care of the livestock. Even fewer of the people have taken on the task of making clothes and even chairs, tables and beds. The Laerans have grown accustomed to many changes of weather and as such, they have learned to adapt their homes to this. The people have built their homes off of the ground and decided to build them in trees instead. The reasoning behind this is unknown but the idea of it came after ten years into the history of the planet. Amelia had helped out in growing the trees that would have homes built on top of them, but the humans had done the rest of the work. They do not refer to Amelia as a goddess, but as a mother of them all. Some refer to her more as a sister but they only refer to the Craftsman as a god. Amelia prefers to live within the city as a member of the family than anything else. They have made a small council of the elders in the town. Five elders in total, Amelia being one of them with the highest rank, the other four being humans. Technology: The technology has come quite a long way from before. Although spears, bone daggers and some others are still being used. The bow and arrows have been assigned to be used by the women more than the men for various reasons. The way of making homes has been getting better. They have learned that sloped roofs are better and how to make more use of the wood used. The clothes have developed as well. They have learned how to harvest cotton to make clothes and even how to die them different colors. They have made different designs of clothes which come in handy during the colder months. Ideology: Laerans believe that everyone is equal and everyone is basically considered to be family. Although people may look differently, they all have the same aspects of a human being. They also know that not every person is the same. The way they were raised has a big impact and they know not to trust people easily. They consider the Craftsman to be the god of the world and see him in that way. When it comes to Amelia, they think of her nothing more as a human being who has been blessed by the Craftsman. Even in that way, they look up to her as the elder of the town and listen to her words.
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Posted: Wed Aug 15, 2007 6:07 am
After 50 years
Amelia groaned, she felt horrible. She had another horrible sleep and felt exhausted. She was conscious, in fact, she had been half awake all night, but her eyes were tightly shut, trying to block out the sun's rays. She grabbed onto the crudely sown together bag with wool stuffed inside that she used for a pillow and pulled it over her head.
Lately the population in Laeray was reaching the maximum for a small town and Amelia had been working with a few others to get another town ready for the ones who would move north west. Although, that meant growing a lot of trees.
She pulled the pillow down over her head more and moaned, rolling out of her bed onto the wooden floor. She landed with a thump and groaned even more. She pulled the pillow off her head and sighed. It would just be another tiring day. Hopefully she could take a break and just wander around in the forest for a while. She smiled at the thought of finding her tree and falling asleep.
She stood up slowly and looked around the small house. There was nothing more than essentials, a bed, a side table, a table in the center of the room and a chair or two. She also had a small cabinet which housed the bowls and whatever cutlery she had. Besides those few things, the house was empty and definitely one of the smallest in the whole town.
With a yawn and a stretch, she picked up the pillow and threw it onto the hay-made bed and quickly made it. She sat back down on it no more than a moment later and looked out the window that wasn't too far away. From what she could see over the tree tops, there would be a storm soon. She sighed and fell back onto the bed. That ruined her plan of relaxing in the forest.
Amelia yawned again she stood up, quickly going around to each of the windows and closing them. She pulled the wood in front of the windows and quickly pulled the piece of wood across into the slot. Within due time, the whole house was almost completely black. There were cracks of sun light coming in, but besides that, it was completely dark. Amelia looked over to her door and quickly opened it before closing it right behind her.
Everything seemed peaceful outside, a few were awake and were going to their chores. Even fewer of those that were up had noticed the storm approaching and were closing up each window and door. They were covering the plants and moving the livestock inside to a barn-like structure.
She sighed and climbed down from the tree onto the ground. A few nodded and smiled to her and she did the same to them. It seemed as though it was quite peaceful. She smirked though. It wouldn't stay peaceful for long. Today was the weekly match. It wouldn't be long until everyone woke up and headed over to the small arena where they could watch fellow villagers fight each other. It would definitely be interesting to see how they would all fair in wet weather. Although, she could only guess it would get their adrenaline going. At least that would be one good thing. She could only guess many would stay at home in the warmth than head out in a storm to watch a match. Amelia continued to smile as she headed towards the arena, it would certainly be an interesting day.
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Posted: Wed Aug 15, 2007 6:08 am
How could she say the reactions of the people when they found out that they would be fighting in the middle of the storm? It was certainly surprising. She thought that some of the more reckless ones would be jumping for the opportunity, but it turned out that they weren't as reckless as she had first thought. Only a few of them were actually excited at the thought. It was rather disappointing to Amelia anyways.
She came to the arena within short time. The ones who had gathered all looked over to her as if she was somewhat insane for having them fight in the storm. She didn't really care too much. It would be good training for them. Besides that, they probably had expected it anyways. She smiled to them all with a short wave before sitting down on one of the few seats at the arena.
The arena was basically a circular hole in the ground. There were two small slopes on either side, which headed underground, for the fighters to enter by. On the level ground, everyone who came to watch could see. The entrances for the arena were left open so that if one of the two decided that they no longer wished to fight, they could run out. Usually, they were only used by the first timers. The rest just fought until they were exhausted, or they reached the five minute time limit.
Amelia sighed as she saw them all randomly pick their numbers, chat for a bit and then head out. The fights would soon start. She glanced over to the medic she had on hand in case there was an injury. She was there to watch, but would join in if she felt like it. Most knew that if they wouldn't fight as hard as they could, Amelia would jump in and make things... interesting.
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Posted: Wed Aug 15, 2007 6:09 am
It was rather boring after they all picked their numbers. They were getting organized into their usual groups, saying 'Good Luck' and just about everything that they could do to prolong the actual fighting. Amelia sighed and leaned back in the chair, giving a short stretch before standing up. It was then they all jumped and the first two went in. The rest came up to the level ground to watch.
Within seconds after entering, they gave each other a short handshake before fighting. Amelia watched with mild amusement as they started to fight each other. The larger of the two was a middle-aged man who had only lost once in the arena. He was considered the 'Champion' of the arena and Amelia felt sorry for the poor whelp who had to fight him. It was a young boy, probably around the age of twelve to sixteen and she guessed this was probably the second time ever fighting in the arena. He still seemed to be rather amazed at the thing.
Although they didn't have much armor, the weapons being used were all wooden so that no one got seriously injured. She watched as the Champion started attacking the boy and he started to parry back. She wasn't all that amused. She had seen it time and time again, a small whelp in the arena fighting against some strong guy who seemed invincible. Then the small whelp would come out winning because the larger guy had underestimated him. Nothing new.
She sighed and leaned back in the chair again, her eyes heading up to the sky to watch as the clouds slowly came and blocked the sunlight, it would only be a matter of time until the storm came. She glanced back down to the arena, it seemed that the whelp was surviving, but not winning. She smirked for a moment before glancing away again. At this moment, she wished another exile would come. She was sure the others wished for that as well.
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Posted: Wed Aug 15, 2007 6:10 am
From the first battle, the 'Champion' had won yet again. The poor boy had been hit in the gut and was knocked out cold. Amelia had been rather interested in the ones to follow as the clouds came over and it started to dribble a little. By now, nearly all of them had fought. The rest that were supposed to fight had run off when it started to rain. At that time, she just let them go, but now felt as though she shouldn't have. They needed to have their turn. She sighed and her gaze went back to the empty arena.
"Amelia..?"
She glanced over to her left to see one of the fighters. It was one of the younger ones and he seemed rather afraid, or nervous. Whatever it was, she wanted to find out why. "Yes?" She asked him.
"Well, it seems as though the Champion wants to fight someone else because the kid didn't do such a good job."
At this, Amelia smirked and the man seemed confused, but soon got the idea as she got up. The man quickly ran off to the Champion to tell him who he was to fight. She stretched and looked to the rest of the fighters as the 'Champion' got his news. She smiled and waved to him as he starred at her. It seemed as though he hadn't been expecting her to get into the arena.
Amelia glanced around for a weapon she could use. She certainly didn't want anything that was too small. She rummaged through the pile of wooden weapons as the Champion stepped down into the arena. She smiled when she found the one she wanted and she jumped up. "Aha!" She yelled out.
What she had chosen was a long, thin piece of wood. It wasn't pointed, but round at both ends and it was a few inches taller than Amelia as she stood it upright beside her. She smiled down to him and jumped into the arena. This would certainly be fun.
"Shall we start?" She asked him before glancing up and over to the medic. He called out to her, "Please go easy on him!"
She smiled to him and waved, "Yes, yes..."
The medic sighed and went back to his small kit of herbs he had.
She glanced back to her opponent and it seemed as though he was relatively angry with the medic for saying the she should go easy on him. He was the one that should go easy on her. He sighed and smiled back to her, obviously annoyed, "I won't be going easy on you, you know."
She smiled back to him and nodded, "I know." Without another word, he came at her.
She continued to smile at him as he came at her. He was charging down the arena and Amelia thought about the medic's words as he came. I wonder if I really should go easy on him. It won't do him any good. Hmmm... but then again... She watched as he continued to come. I guess I'll just not use my inhuman abilities... as much.
When he was just about to swing at her, she used the staff to lift herself over him and pull it along with her. He swung but missed and glanced up to see Amelia above him. She swung the staff down onto his head rather lightly and laughed, landing and jumping back.
He stood stunned for a moment before glaring at her and he came charging again. She felt the rain before heavier and she decided that, although she was certainly having fun, to keep them all out here just to watch a fight, would be pointless. As well, she wanted to keep the fight going, but she had to finish this within five minutes.
As he came at her, she decided to go on the defensive and strike at him. When he went to attack, she used the staff's height to strike at his arm, followed by swinging it up against his torso. He stepped back, winded. Amelia used this moment to swing down at his legs, causing him to fall back onto the ground. She placed her staff onto his chest and smiled at him. "You went easy on me..." She mumbled so only he could hear.
She smiled and waved to the rest who were watching and put her hand out for him to get up. he took it and she lifted her staff from his chest. The medic came running down moments later, his kit along side him as he went to look at whatever wounds Amelia might have inflicted upon him. She sighed and headed up, carrying her staff with her.
She was wondering why he had gone to easy on her. She had watched all of his matches and knew that he would usually allow his opponent to attack first. Perhaps he had become annoyed at what the medic had said, or he just didn't want to fight her and get it over with, she didn't know. What she did know though, was if he went easy on a female for the reason that she was a female, he might as well be dead.
As she came up from the arena, her smile came back and she waved to them all as she headed back to her chair. "Well," She called out, "Since all of the matches are over for today, I guess we should all head home." They cheered and most started to leave, some had gone down to ask questions about the match to the 'Champion'. Amelia shrugged and started to head back as well, heading to her home with the staff along side her.
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Posted: Thu Aug 16, 2007 8:25 pm
Roet watched Amelia from a distance as he ran. he could see her holding a wooden staff... he was sure that she should have better weapons than that by now. He skidded to a halt beside her, "Amelia, how are you?" he stepped up beside her, "It has been far too long."
(Sorry its short but little brother needs on)
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Posted: Fri Aug 17, 2007 4:59 am
Amelia had only made it about half way back when she felt another exile coming. She glanced over to see Roet coming and gave him a short smile as he stopped up beside her. She nodded to him, agreeing that it had been too long. She could not recall the last time but it had certainly been more than a few years. "Yes, it has been..."
She glanced past Roet for a moment, through the dust could that was now settling, and noticed that the guards were coming. She gave a swift sigh before pointing past Roet. "Do you ever knock?" She asked for a moment before twamping him on the head with her staff before continuing on towards her home.
Only after a few steps, she stopped and turned back to him, a smile on her face, "So, what brings you here?"
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Posted: Fri Aug 17, 2007 12:51 pm
Roet rubbed his head, "Knock on what?" He pointed in the direction of Jikrae's country, "I need a word with our good lord of climate. though I'd stop by." he eyed the staff, "May I ask? I'd have thought you'd have better weapons by now. atleast better than a stick..." practicing? possible...
((uGH!!! I can't post long anymore!! Stann, I'm sorry!!!!!!))
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Posted: Fri Aug 17, 2007 2:59 pm
((-pokes- Post LONGER! scream ))
Amelia sighed and turned around, placing her hand on her hip. She gave him a short you-know-what-I-mean glare before glancing over to Jikrae's kingdom. She hadn't seen him in nearly fifty years and she was somewhat glad about that. She smiled slightly and looked back to Roet. She heard his question and looked down to the staff. She smiled sheepishly and scratched the back of her head. "Heh, well yeah. We just finished out weekly tournament. I don't want them to kill each other with real weapons." She glanced back towards Jikrae's kingdom, "So, would you be happening to ask him about this storm?"
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Posted: Sun Aug 19, 2007 8:43 pm
When Amelia brought up the storm, Roet sighed. he didn't like the storm. It would be a nuisance. Roet shook his head, "No. I need something that few Exiles can provide. I know only that Toucan and he possibly can. You see, if Ember attacks me, shoudl this work, it will be beyond grave on his part. If I can get true ore, I can create an army. I can create the strongest defenders of my country and settle down happily while they defend the place. I just hope Jikrae complies..." He looked over in the direction of the distant mountain. "I could run into trouble... that would be bad. I don't fancy being stuck in the middle of one of Jikrae's mines if he suddenly decides he doesn't need me..." he turned back to Amelia, "But how goes it here in Laeray?"
(*bows low before the craftsman* Please, oh great one, grant me pss this once!)
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Posted: Mon Aug 20, 2007 7:23 am
((-pets- Good fencerboy))
Amelia listened to Roet's words with mild curiosity. It seemed as though he was preparing as well. It seemed everyone was, although she hardly bothered to take a look at the other exiles' previous gardens. As far as she knew, she was the least prepared for any sort of war unless they invaded her kingdom. Perhaps she would stay neutral. That would be a good idea. That way, she would not get burned and her people would stay alive.
Coming back to the conversation, she sighed. "Well, its been going well, as you can see," she motioned behind her to the most part of Laeray. "Although, we were thinking of moving some people more north." She sighed, she came back to thinking about the past few days, she was still mildly tired. "In any case, everything is going well." She smiled slightly, "You wouldn't happen to be afraid of Jikrae, are you?"
If she could go along with him to Jikrae's country, that way he would need to come here. All in all, it would be good. He probably would see the flowers, and even if he did, they lived in about the same region so it would be normal to have the flowers in the northern areas of the forest. She shrugged slightly and smiled happily, coming to her decision, "You want me to come along, correct?" She paused, "But first, how does it go in your Kingdom?"
((-stabs with stick- If you don't do a good job, I'm gonna stab you more. Understand?))
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Posted: Mon Aug 20, 2007 7:41 am
((No mines for Roet. Not yet, anyway. Unless Amelia happens to have some mines Jikrae can bury Roet in? xd I wanna say that everyone thinks Jikrae is more evil than he is, but...then again, maybe you're understating his personality, too.))
Jikrae was dressed in all of his armor, from spike-lined pauldrons and gauntlets to his spike-lined boots, with all the near-impenetrable armor in-between. A perplexed expression was hidden behind his mask, left behind from a chase with some sort of creature that had somehow eluded capture after slaughtering a herd of over 300 musk oxen.
The only thing that remained to show that something was eating away at his mind was that the crimson lightning that spouted from his eyes was practically screaming, the bolts grasping out at blades of grass that were almost as tall as Jikrae and small insects and beetles as they flew past, some of them growing to almost three feet long, while others were shorter than an inch.
Jikrae was furious -- that much was certain -- but there was also some other emotion present. It was strange, and one that he could only relate to the Craftsman, one other Exile, and some members of his Kingdom. He knew what this emotion was, but he refused to accept the fact that he was bestowing it on the cretin that had destroyed so many of the animals that comprised part of the livelihood of the Kirunian People.
That emotion was respect. Maikau and Judros, Humans in his Kingdom, had earned it, the Craftsman had earned it by being so powerful, and the only Exile who he believed to be capable of anything had earned it by showing militaristic power when Jikrae had first looked upon his Kingdom, so long ago. He loathed that Exile, and he despised the creature that had escaped him, but he respected them both.
Clattering against the back of his metal chestplate was a leather haversack, lined with three layers of musk oxen and goat skin to make sure that none of the items fell out. A new addition to Jikrae's costume, a battle axe with four blades, two on each end of the three-foot haft, was set in a horizontal leather sheath on the right side of his belt, with a clasp on the outer edge so that the axe could be removed easily. The entire weapon was an inch taller than Jikrae, and incredibly heavy, but Jikrae practiced with it quite a bit, and he felt confident that he could use it with at least some minor level of skill.
The haversack was filled with small bars of metal, ore samples from his mines, and metal daggers in leather sheaths. He was attempting to set up trade routes. He wasn't sure what other Exiles had to offer, but he had enough of a surplus of iron and copper to trade a small portion of it in return for other items.
The ground was still a little bit muddy from the storm that had recently passed through, and Jikrae's boots sank deeply into the ground with each step. His armor probably weighed at least two or three hundred times as much as the axe attached to his belt, and while the strength of his legs was often capable of placating that, he could do little to avoid sinking into the wet dirt.
He saw Roet before he saw Amelia, remembering him as the very first Exile he'd ever spoken to on this world. He guessed that he was not the only one attempting to create international trade, and immediately decided that he would have to hasten to get to the other Kingdoms of this world before some of his rivals could get a monopoly on metals and weaponry. He had heard that an Exile named Toucan dealt in metals, and vaguely remembered someone like that from the Stone Council meeting, but he couldn't be sure.
He tried his absolute best to calm the lightning in his eyes, but it seemed unavoidable that any small creature that ventured too close to him should be pushed violently away. To small insects like grasshoppers or crickets, or creatures about the same size, it was a powerful force that would probably leave them dazed but unharmed. To Humans, however, in the rare event that the lightning did tough their skin, it was such a measly thing that it probably wouldn't even be felt.
Crimson lightning still just as strong as it was when he'd started the journey to Laeray, he approached Amelia and Roet, calling out a simple greeting to them and waiting for a response before he continued to speak. He stood only four feet away from the pair, close enough to hear them speak but far enough away that his eyes would not lash out at the two Exiles.
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Posted: Mon Aug 20, 2007 10:04 am
((You know, all you people have bad manners. Barging into another's kingdom without stopping to talk to the guards. -shakes head- Poor Amelia though, you came to her kingdom.))
Amelia had just noticed, that the storm had passed. It was rather difficult to tell due to the amount of trees overhead but still, she could tell. With a light sigh, she felt another exile heading this way but smiled when she noticed it was Jikrae. Although it was a friend, she couldn't help feeling as though he was someone who had just crashed a party. Without bothering to wait for a moment. She said hello to him and noticed the guards running after the large, armour-wearing man. She sighed; did all Exiles behave this rudely?
"You people should really knock!" She yelled at Jikrae. If she went to hit him over the head like what she did to Roet, she was sure that her staff would break. Besides that, it would be pretty pointless. He was wearing so much armour. If it hadn't been for the mask, she was sure that she would have run up and starting to fight him, although she wasn't sure what good it would be.
She crossed her arms and starred at Jikrae, she was mildly annoyed for the fact that they had just barged in. The guards had run back to their post after Amelia had said hello to him and it seemed as though they were gossiping. She couldn't believe men could gossip as well. "So, what brings you here?"
((By the way, no, Amelia has no mines. But you could always feed him to the carnivorous plants in the monsters section.))
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Posted: Mon Aug 20, 2007 4:34 pm
Roet was about to speak when Jikrae came. he turned and saw his rather imposing form just as he stopped. Roet sighed, "Jikrae, I have great need to talk to you. I must know something of great importance." he looked over towards teh guards to make sure that they were well out of earshot, then continued, "Jikrae. I need to know if you have any mines, being so close to the mountains. I need True Ore."
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