The Bard Babe
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Dwyn shuddered under her blankets, drinking in all the light she could, her blankets tucked right up under her chin as she curled into a tight ball. For whatever reason, it made her feel better, safer, in a frightfully childish way, as though the smaller she were the less of her there was to be so terrified that her blood froze in her veins, her pulse beating a frantic, isolated drumbeat against her skull her screams withering away in her throat and her stomach lurching and fighting as though her ribcage were a prison.
Even the thought, the bitter memory of such a terror threatened to send Dwyn over the edge again, so she merely settled back into her pillows and locked the memory away, hiding in her fortress of light. She was sure it shone from her eyes...
Nyanna's story was shocking. Dwyn tried to imagine it, alone in the woods for a year, no idea where your next meal was coming from, no clue where you'd sleep that night or whether you'd be eaten. And the nights, dark and lonely with no-one to hear you scream..Dwyn cursed as her own personal brand of terror invaded Nyanna's words. Grasping onto Nyanna's story like a lifeboat, it struck Dwyn that Nyanna would not share her fears. Of course not. They were virtually polar opposites, the things Dwyn would hate and find constraining in the woods, Nyanna would likely find a wonderful source of freedom.
It explained a lot, but not the terror Dwyn saw mirrored in Nya's eyes.
And then she stuttered over her confession of being a Wilder, having the spark. Such a thing lit up Dwyn's mind slightly, a happy thought, but again, polar opposites. Not so for Nya. Musn't be afraid? Why would Dwyn be afraid of Nyanna because she was a wilder? Did Nya think she was going to hurt Dwyn?
A different kind of light lit up Dwyn's mind this time. Maybe...Nyanna's past began to make a little more sense, like a cover being drawn back on a painting. Just maybe...
She didn't try to find out, she didn't try to understand tonight, that conversation was for another night. The silence threatened to leave her alone in the darkness once more and Dwyn braced for the moment when Nyanna would want to sleep, that she would reach over and snuff out the lights, that the darkness would surge forth in victory to claim her nightmares once more. She hadn't spent a night in full darkness for a long time. She had never even been able to close her eyes against the light of the candle since that day...that night...
Perhaps Nyanna knew now of her deeply seated and frantically (and terribly) disguised fear, but Dwyn couldn't find it in her to care past the wave of relief that she would still have a source of light, though it flickered, though it wavered, though it wasn't strong, it was still there.
They would both use each other's company tonight, both warding off their respective terror through a mutual understanding that neither could banish the horrors, but perhaps they could share them.
Dwyn felt a small, bitter smile that would never be seen in the light of day curl her lips as Nyanna wished her goodnight...almost a question. "Goodnight, Nyanna." she murmured. "I'll be here and see you when you wake." she continued, half an assurance to Nyanna, half to herself. They were there for each other that night.
Dwyn fell asleep with her eyes still open to drink in the last few drops of light.
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He he he, so I see you want to be a scout...
Say, my Arkin is a scout...
*evil grin*
Also, we have intro threads where we generally wander around looking lost until someone picks us up.
Arkin can find you whilst on a scouting run near the Citadel and a) convince you to join the Band b) take you to the Citadel by force because you're trespassing/dangerous whatever c) ahh...give in to your desires to join the band... d) whatever other way you think of XD
But basically, Arkin will play!
Where is Arinth? He should be around to play as well...
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But for the others...
Medic could be an old fella that no-one quite knows the age of. He's basically the grandfather of everyone in the Band, and everyone feels either guilty or sheepish or somewhere in between when he gives them a look, even Mehrin and his type.
Background: He's kind of a mythical figure within the Band, as no-one really remembers his coming. He was travelling beside the Band whilst they marched, a looong time ago, and despite the various Banders telling him to leave, he just continued to sit pleasantly on his wagon and follow on from beside them, treating the wounds of the more foolhardy Banders. Eventually, they were so used to him being around that he just moved in and has never left, and he built up a medic division within the Band. Whenever there's a battle, there's always someone guarding this fella.
Personality: He's immeasurably kind-hearted, always with a smile on his face. He never talks much unless he's trying to pull a shy Bander out of their shell. The days are often that a new Bander finds themselves in his company, and he's often the first friend Banders find. He's full of proverbs and sayings, and although he never outright tells anyone what they're doing wrong or should be doing, (except for his medics), he has many a metaphor that serves the purpose.
The only time he slips out of the mild, grandfatherly persona is when someone has injured themselves in a foolish way (although they can expect a grandfatherly scolding for that) and when someone threatens his patients. He protects them fiercely, as proven by the couple of times he has fought intruders to the death to protect them, usually injuring himself in the process.
Physical Appearance: Grandfatherly. XD He just looks like your stereotypical grandfather, but with a few more scars. (all with a great story)
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Cause baby you're a FIIIIIII-REWOOOOOOORK!!!!!!!!
He hem...Soooo yeah, my Illuminator has been sitting around gathering dust, so she's going to turn up at a mystery location and set off fireworks. Anyone who wants to use it as a setting for an RP, wants to come up and meet my Illuminator, wants to turn it into a plot, go for it!
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A slight mental adjustment had to be made for the extra patch of darkness beside Dwyn's bed, as she dared not relight it. The momentary paralytic fear she felt at the patch of darkness beside her only allowed her enough movement to shift away from it, ducking underneath her blanket to hide, but fortunately, the others around her were still alight, and she could get by with the light they provided. Not comfortably, but she could manage with the light she had. Her reaction had been mostly shock...this time. She was familiar with the jolt of terror that fired through her system whenever a shadow snuggled to her side.
Dwyn's insides seemed to freeze as Nyanna snuffed out the candle beside her bed. Her heart flew into her mouth and stayed there, blocking the scream that tried to escape. She could hear her pulse in her ears, feel it echoing through every part of her body as she tried desperately to crowd towards the last flickering light, situated between her and Nyanna, but the darkness wouldn't let her. Shadow would allow her nothing but to remain locked in position and wait until the shock passed and the fear faded enough to allow her to roll over enough to simply stare at the last candle and pretend that she couldn't feel the darkness at her back, touching her neck, stroking her cheek, curling around her, filling her every crevice and burning into her eyes.
The only shred of hope she could muster was centered on that tiny flickering candle, valiantly staving off the darkness. No-one could know she was scared of the dark. Only children were scared of the dark. Young children, who saw monsters under the bed. Well, her monster hadn't bothered finding a bed....
Nyanna had said something. Something to distract her, something to allow her mind to flee the darkness even for a moment.
“So, what’s your first impression of this place? Must be a pretty big change…I know it was for me.”
Dwyn attempted a nod, but found movement harder than forcing her throat to release a laugh that strained even to her. "Surprisingly not as big as you'd think. A few more people, a few less men, by the looks of it, just as many chores, and a few more angry old ladies." Someone else was speaking. The voice wavered and cracked, not a singer at all. It couldn't be Dwyn speaking, she was still curled up inside sobbing at the dark.
Nyanna didn't respond. Instead she asked about the candles. Had Dwyn been in a more stable state of mind she would have found that suspicious, but in her present state she was having trouble formulating a sentence, let alone analysing one. The candles. Dwyn didn't want to go down that train of thought. Instead, she gave as much of a nod as she could manage and desperately looked for another topic to talk about. What had Nyanna said? It had been a big change?
"Yeah, I've never-" She couldn't even finish the sentence, her voice gave out at the end. Light but she was weak! She couldn't even say the word dark without scaring herself into paralysis! "What made the change so big?" she whispered, unable to force her voice to a louder level. If she tried too hard she'd end up screaming.
(OoC: XD Avoiding topics by talking about the ones the other one wants to avoid. We're awesome. :p)
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Starrik and I have an RP going and we have need of someone to kidnap my Illuminator/ambush her, whatever your choice is, it's a bit loose at the moment. Could be a fade or some darkfriends, I'm not picky. XD Starry might have more of an opinion, it's really his RP...
And on that vague note, any takers?
(I've got Starry turning up with the specifics)
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Want someone to play with!
in Legacy Saga Archive
XD
Can't say I'd refuse one. Oh god, now I'm just getting images of Moiraine as a dominatrix...that's alright, it's when you get to Cadsuane that it starts getting weird...