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 Posted: Mon Nov 10, 2014 1:03 pm
 A massive city that is ever growing in Atlantis. It's also a sin city. While race holds no meaning here, money does. Gambling, drinking, and many other things exist in this city. While many can see it as dirty city, few can see it as freedom city. Freedom to do whatever they want with very little consequences. Oddly enough, the people here are very well educated and use their freedom very wisely. It holds few of the best schools for children, to educate them and teach them that hard work really pays off if they want to get what they want. Being so big, the city hold few ruins of the past, being proud of their past.
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Posted: Mon Nov 10, 2014 1:13 pm
Her hand rubs together as pale blue lips blow gently into her hands as her hand glows blue. To start things off, she would need to get attention. Standing on the roof, her dark orange hair flows behind her gently. The roof she stands on is in front of a brothel. While the women are here are free and wished to work here, Alatariel does not like that idea. It doesn't matter if they wish it or not. Holding up her hands, a sudden loud explosion could be heard. The first strike. She gives the people time to scamper out of the buildings, some covered in sheets and blankets. Staying focus, she stands on the edge, she wants the people to see her. Her sapphire hues glances to the side as she holds out her hand, freezing another store. The people inside will be okay but they cannot get out and no one can get in for some time. People are screaming and calling her a murderer. How amusing. She hasn't harmed one soul thus far. Finally. She sees authorities gathering from all over to find out the commotion and wanting to arrest her, Alatariel throws an ice ball in the sky as it shatters and crystals are sent in different direction. A war cry of her own. Now her group knows it's their turn. She has the authorities attention and they should be able to do their job swiftly. Feeling something sharp against her neck, Alatariel raises her hands in surrender as they roughly get her to the ground and cuff her with thick bracers made to keep magic users from using magic. Being pulled and dragged, Alatariel gives no fight as the authorities are gathering in the station to have a meeting about what to do with her and their shift change.
Being thrown in the cell, Alatariel exhales softly as she closes her eyelids. She grows weary of this even though she knows it's for a good purpose. Elrohir and his group is now freeing slaves and servants as she sits here in the cold cell. At least the majority of authorities are gathered here for the meeting of the damages estimate. Alatariel listens carefully. No one was injured or harmed. Good. Alatariel was always careful with her magic. Now she just have to wait for her friend. For once. She would like to see Elrohir get arrested and she can save him instead. An officer suddenly runs into the lobby and shouted something about slaves running free and servants killing their masters, many of the authorities left, leaving only few. Good. It should be few more minutes before Elrohir arrives to get her out and they can leave the city in it's own ashes to rise from.
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Posted: Mon Nov 10, 2014 1:54 pm
You could say it was kinda quiet and dark out. Maybe a little grey. Like the whole world was just drab and muted. Kinda boring. This whole city was a cesspool. A cooking-pot of corrupt law and tyranny. The only people with freedom were the ones who took it or the ones who had the money and power to have it. Disgusting. Vanlanthiriel scowled, leaned back in his chair, and inclined his head to the side as he watched the street. Even the taverns were gross. Only the rich, fancy restaurants were well maintained. He spat on the floor and huffed. This was a fruitless endeavor after all. The whole day had been a waste of time. There had been rumors that had circulated about some freedom fighters that made attacks on the city and it's neighbors as of late. But not a single thing had happened all day. It was a f**king disappointment. Not only that, but the whole city was an insult to Van's senses. It looked like sh*t. It smelled like sh*t. Even the food tasted like sh*t. Just as he was about to pack up and get ready to leave the tavern and the whole town behind, an explosion rocked the building and he stumbled back, rolled onto his butt and summersaulted into a back-flip; Smacked his head off of the wall behind him in the process. "Sonofab*tch..." He cursed as he rubbed the back of his head. Other patrons were not as graceful and found themselves sprawled over chairs or the tables. He strode out side as quickly as possible only to miss the event. Some dark-skinned elfy girl was being dragged away from the guards. Vanlanthiriel shrugged and decided to follow. Maybe it would be one of the "rebels".
"We caught one of them, so the others are bound to come." Van overheard one of the few remaining watchmen in the prison say to another. The others were out trying to wrangle the slaves and servants. Or at a meeting to assess the amount of damage the delinquent had caused. Van slinked over-head in the rafters, scowling down at the greedy asses. All they cared about was the property damage. Not even the value of life. Just how much gold would be lost if a slave died. Disgusting. He was about to hock a nice ball of spit on their heads when he heard the shuffling of someone in a cell nearby. Dropping into the shadows and moving to the cell door, Van avoided the patrolling guards as well as any professional thief. He peered in through the bars, having to tip-toe due to his small stature. It was the same female he had seen being carted away. His golden hues reflecting the soft light in the cell. Crouching again, he gently raps his knuckles against the iron-door twice and whispers, "Be ready, I'm going to pick the lock."
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Posted: Mon Nov 10, 2014 2:15 pm
"What the f*** do you mean there's complications?" Elrohir roars at one of this men. Growling, he lets out a sigh as he could see the problem that his men were talking about. There's still so much more people to free than they thought and authorities are catching up. Well. Damn it. Looks like he will be late in getting Alatariel out. "Alright." He grits his teeth. "You know what to do." He tells them as the men ride out in the dark of the night. Man. Alatariel is going to give him hell for being late but he can't help it. At least he gets the job done. Mounting onto Arminas whose black muzzle and hooves are covered with blood, few men follow him around the city, having the authorities chase them so the rest of the group could finish their job.
Chaos. Good. Standing up, Alatariel glances out of the bar windows. The slaves and servants were fighting back. Sighing sadly, part of her wishes that there is a way to free the city. But she has been here for so many years, she knows that this seems to work the best. Slaves and servants are generally good people and if they take control, things would change for the better. That's only if the now free people do not become corrupted with revenge and hatred that they become exactly like the people they despise. Frowning, softly, her blue hues still glances out of the window. Where is Elrohir? These bracers are rather uncomfortable on her wrist. They are meant to surpass magic and it's doing it's job well. Hearing something, her glowing blue hues glances towards the golden ones, a bit surprised to see someone new. Hearing him, she approaches before kneeling down to meet him with eye level to get his attention. She whispers herself, assuming if he's whispering then he did not take out the guards. "Do not worry. My comrades will come for me, go." She hears a loud neigh before her hues glances back towards the bar window and she sees her dear friend. "Malrah... So. Elrohir is late again."
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Posted: Mon Nov 10, 2014 2:35 pm
Seriously? Not many people were stupid enough to refuse help when they needed it most. What was she? A princess or something? Thinks she doesn't need help? Feh. "I'm not asking for your permission. I'm here to help.." Van's voice rises dangerously for a second, cracking at the height of his whispered pitch. He cringes at the sound of a horse. Shut that animal up damnit! He glares hotly, having flipped up the metal flap on the door, into the cell at her. Those golden irises like molten suns. Fair silver hair fell around milky, white skin; The only mar to the perfect countenance was a single scar over one eye. So she was an elf. A dark elf. With shadowy markings. Suspicious much. Even if she hadn't committed the crime, she would have likely been taken in just on her appearance alone. Van huffed angrily as he closed the slot, and the sound of metal clicking could be heard on the other-side of the door as he went to work. Why'd you get caught in the first place, dummy?! He thought to himself as he snarled at his work. The freaking security here was lax and they had the shoddiest freaking locks Van had ever seen. Idiots. Even their routes were predictable, they came by every five minutes depending on if they stopped to chatter or not. Seriously? Do your duty! "There." He says as the last tumbler clicks into place. He swings open the door slowly and walks in, closing it behind him. It was still unlocked, but it was best to wait for the patrol to come back around. He was short, even compared to her; Roughly a foot shorter. Van scowled. Of course. Freaking typical. "Alright tall-stack, where are your comrades? If you can point them out, then I'll leave you here. But the way I see it, I'm your only option out right now: take it or leave it."
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Posted: Mon Nov 10, 2014 2:54 pm
Alatariel hears the response as she lets out a heavy sigh. What is it with people having hero complex these days? He sounds rather bossy as well. She sees that Malrah continues to wait outside of the bars, pretending to gaze for food but really he's waiting on Elrohir to come by and get her out. She's waiting on that too. Seeing that she cannot tell the person to go away, she starts to think quickly. They can't leave now. They need the few guards to stay here. So exactly how is she to convince him to stay? The door opens as her hues glances towards the being with hero complex. An elf maybe. But of which kingdom and tribe? Silver hair. Pale skin. A scar over his eye. And he seems young. Very young for an elf. Hearing him, her magic rose enough as the bracers couldn't contain it and broke, pieces of dust of what was once bracers falls silently onto the ground. "I do not believe I have given you disrespect so you shall show me none. Sit down. Be quiet. If we leave now, the plans will be messed up. If you even dare to argue," her voice while silent and quiet that the guards can't hear her, has a very stern motherly tone to it. "I will freeze your lips together. No hesitation." She couldn't believe this brat. If you are to save someone, at least show respect. Hearing a snort, Alatartiel glances towards Malrah and sees that he's backing up. So. He's here. Finally. Shouting can be heard in front of the building they are being held in.
Moments later, a shadow face appears, it's too dark to see what he looks like. "Get back." His gruff voice tells them as his hands went around the bars as if to tie them. "Alright. Do it Arminas." Arminas uses his brute strength and pulls the entire wall down. Leaving them open for space. The man raises his eyebrow as he sees a kid like elf with Alatariel. He would be able to see Elrohir clearly now. A man with dark red cloth around his head, a thin scar from his cheek to his lip could be seen but the other upper half cannot be seen. His clothes while a bit ragged has fresh new blood stains on them along with the man's sword. Arminas, a massive muscle horse with blood stained hooves and nuzzle. "What's this? You got a little pipsqueak with you? What he do huh? Yo kid, what did you do so bad that you ended up being in the same cell as her? Steal an apple?" He taunts before getting a cold glare from Alatariel which shuts him up right away. Arminas is behind Elrohir as he lowers his head in shame. They both will be scolded for this, but lucky for them, they get a free pass this evening if he quickly gives her the report, "So um. The brothel is completely destroyed by your hand. All the slaves and servants are being freed. The men are going around to figure out who are good leaders and give them quick advice and they will meet us at the forest. There's a massive rebellbion going on, what you say we leave now and leave the city on it's own?" He questions towards Alatariel, cringing slightly as if expecting some harsh words.
For she said nothing. Instead, she ignores Elrohir and glances towards the young elf. "Thank you for your effort. But for now we must go." Malrah, a beautiful gray muscle horse, not muscluar as Arminas with black nuzzles and markings around the hooves. Black mane and tail to match it, approaches Alatariel gently. Gray hues focused on it's friend before looking down at the new stranger with discomfort.
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Posted: Mon Nov 10, 2014 3:09 pm
Van's face flushes and he grimaces, tossing his long hair back over his shoulder. It would nearly reach behind his knees, braided and a metal blade at the end holding it all together. Embarrassed or angry, it was hard to tell. But Van wasn't trying to be a hero. He wanted to retort, lash out at her; But he gritted his teeth and balled his fists instead. He wouldn't show her. Screw you! I won't cry! He screams inside, trudging over to the only bed in the cell and sits down, crossing his arms. He continued to glare at his would be damsel in distress. Then huffed again, staring outside of the bars into the dark sky. That's when he heard a males voice and scoots away from the wall as it resoundingly crashes against the muddy ground. "Y-you...GAH!" He throws up his arms in disgust, standing and shaking his fists at the male elf. F**king idiot was going to attract every guard in a mile radius with his stupidity! Then he insulted Van! I mean, Van insulted Alatariel but that's different! He let him know how he felt with a sneaky finger and a poisonous scowl. Van did not run away from home for this sh*t. OR learn to survive on his own just to give someone the finger. Vanlanthiriel waited, standing there in the miserable cold, arms crossed until they left on horse-back. He kicked the mud with the toe of his boot. Screw them. Screw this place. Screw everyone. He was shooken out of his angry thoughts by the shout of, "There's one!". Van spun around to face a couple of guards attracted by the crash. "CRAP! Crapcrapcrapcrapcrap!" He shouted as he took off after his new "friends" dust trail, running nearly as fast as the horses.
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Posted: Mon Nov 10, 2014 3:31 pm
Certainly the angry one isn't he? So young too. She's curious to what made him like this. She notices that he has feminine features. A beautiful young elf. Saying nothing else, she could feel the anger coming out of him. What happened to him that he has so much anger inside his heart? If he's not careful.... actually. It depends on his kingdom. If he's not the same race as her, his skin won't show the color of the soul like hers does. Frowning at the finger, Alatariel wanted to say something about it. But she's not his mother. Or anything close. Ignoring the fact that the child elf has no manners, she spins around on her heels and stands by Malrah's side. Mounting her horse, she nods towards Elrohir who mounts his friend as they start riding away. She hears yelling, her head spins around along with Malrah's for they both are in sync. Seeing the problem, she shouts out Elrohir's name as Malrah rears towards the guards, Alatariel summons an ice wall to keep the guards back.
Elrohir hears Alatariel and glances behind him. "Aw. Damn it kid." He mutters as Arminas spun around and galloped in front of the young elf. Elrohir reaches down and yank the kid off the ground and pulls him to behind Elrohir. "Hold on. Arminas doesn't like people on his back besides me." Elrohir mutters honestly as Arminas does seems to be more angry, his hooves more thunderous against the streets. Alatariel catches up as both Malrah and Arminas runs together side by side, their chest heaving and eyes wild with rage. Entering into the forest, the horses continue to give their might. Jumping over the log over what seems to be a blank clearing, ends up being the camp. Hidden by magic. Arminas bucks upwards as if trying to throw them off, Elrohir quickly grabs the kid's arm and plants him on the ground as he dismounts himself, trying to calm the angry beast.
"I'm sorry. It is not my intention to have you be brought here. Do not worry. I will find someone who was not recongize to take you back to your city tomorrow." Her voice now rather calm as Alatariel stands behind Van. The camp is full of horses and elves. Few elves does have dark skin, but Alatariel skin is more dark than the others and she's the only one with the shadowy markings on her skin that is hidden underneath her dress, only few can be seen on her face. Moving away from Van, she heads towards to a massive tent where cries of pain could be heard. Wounded. Her goal now is to tend the wounded and make sure they will be okay for the upcoming raids.
Once the angry horse has calmed down, he lets out a snort and went away from the others for a bit. Elrohir scratches his cheek before glancing at the kid. Lucky kid. At least his scar matches his skin while it seems that his is more of a disfigure skin than a scar. Rubbing the back of his head, he's unsure of what he should say to the kid. His words, while seeming to be tease, have made the kid angry as he recalls back at the streets. Before he could say something, a light skin elf who is cleaning his hands of blood with a wet cloth, "Elrohir. We wish to gather to speak of if we continue with our plan for tomorrow." Elrohir nods as he glances towards the kid. "Well kid, you can look around. Ask questions even. Few horses 'ere are a bit friendly, 'hey might even let you pet 'hem! Just don't go peekin' in the women's tent, 'hey won't appericate it. Or ya know, join the meetin'."
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