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Post by Hailey SilvarMoone on Sept 20, 2014 17:26:40 GMT -5
Hailey SilvarMoone had been the proud Queen of the small island kingdom called Euthory. After elected queen, she had reigned the Islandom peacefully for several years, until the day the Plague arrived. Perhaps the seagulls brought it to the island. Perhaps it was a school of fish. The source of the plague had never been discovered, but it had arrived. All over the happy Islandom of Euthory, the citizens were becoming ill. Hailey worked diligently with the healers to cure the illness, but it was no use. This disease was killing, and Hailey, the Queen, was helpless to stop it. Soon, only a few dozen remained. Somehow they had been blessedly unaffected by the Plague. In tears, Hailey led the survivors away from Euthery, in search of a land where they could rebuild.
They survivors sailed for months. It seemed they outran the Plague. But their troubles were not yet over. A storm of hellish fury took them, tearing them from their course.
Hailey couldn't remember much. She was rather dazed when she awoke on the Jagged Shore, surrounded by driftwood. She had survived being shipwrecked. She searched the coastline for miles, but found no other survivors from the voyage. With a heavy heart, she traveled over the hilly plains, searching for survivors.
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Xaio
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Post by Xaio on Sept 20, 2014 18:03:13 GMT -5
Xaio was a Nekojin. At first look, he resembled a human boy of maybe six or seven, but that second glance brought his feline features into focus. Feline ears. Paws instead of hands or feets. That tail. Many people didn't like Xaio, because he was different. But Hailey had always loved him! He had worked for Hailey since before she was the Queen of Euthory.
Xaio didn't like the Plague that had come to Euthory. Many of his friends died. Xaio certainly didn't like death; death had taken his mother, Shaia. So when he heard the news the survivors of Euthory was sailing to a new home, he was overjoyed! He gathered all of his favorite possessions in the large bag he had inherited from his mother, and stowed away below the decks. Of course, he didn't have to hide on Hailey's ship, but it was how he had always traveled. From Revenland to Lyrunedale. From Lyrunedale to Charlain. And so on. No reason to change worked just fine!
The storm that came terrified Xaio! Being so small, he threw his bag and himself into a crate for protection. The storm destroyed the ship of survivors. Xaio hid in the bottom of his crate, to terrified of the storm and the destruction to do much else. There he remained until his little life boat stopped drifting. He looked around. Xaio didn't see anyone. Just sand, for miles and miles. He sighed, pulling his sack out of the crate, and started walking along the coast. Maybe he could find something shiny from the wreckage. Or something to eat! Xaio was hungry!
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Post by Darla Dauth on Sept 20, 2014 23:26:41 GMT -5
Darla liked Aaliron the way it was. Broken. Ruined. The citizens cowering in fear with out hope. It was the unexpected accomplishment she achieved after inciting the Shaman War. She still relished in how well her plan had gone. It had gone better than she ever dreamed possible! Not only had she got her revenge on the Shaman, but on the feeble King and his snotty daughter as well.
But she felt the coming of a powerful being on the wind. It came from the west. She watched the coast for weeks, sensing the ship long before she saw it. She could not discern by herself who came on the ship, but she wanted noone to interfere with her ripped apart kingdom. She prepared and unleashed a powerful storm, draining her of much of her energy and will.
Despite her weakened state, she was able to watch the destruction of the ship against the Jagged Coast, but was unhappy to see survivors wash ashore. She made haste to the nearest one, watching carefully. It appeared to be a nekojin boy.
"How perfect," she mused. "This land hasn't seen nekojins in decades. The commoners will fear its appearance."
She followed the nekojin boy in the shadows, waiting to make her move.
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