Genth
2016-06-15, 03:14 AM
In the past few days, the Family has grown restless, and while they don't join the rest of Heartrock Valley in seeking a savior in the mountains, they are eager to hear your response to such endeavors. They've gathered now, and ask - "What will we do? Is this the beginning of our end?"
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The farm had died a long time ago, Daughter thought as she looked out across the small gathering, eyes narrowed beneath the mask, today showing her as a tall, green-skinned young woman, in a simple yet sheer robe cinched at the waist with a silver chain. The soil, for whatever reason, had become hostile to all useful grains, and now only raggly weeds wove up through the dry soil. The carcass of the farmhouse stood behind her, the blackened rafters like skeletal fingers above her head.
"Children..." She speaks, her voice rasping, soft yet loud enough to be heard above the chattering of the others. "While the pampered fools of the city gorge themselves on illusions, we have come here to decide our course of action. We are in a dangerous position... for optimism, now matter how falsely it may be placed, is anathema to those who know the truth."
Daughter steps down from the ruined farmhouse, walking into the Family, reaching out with a cool hand to brush against the shoulders and cheeks of her fellow cultists.
"We must find a way to break that optimism and turn it to despair. And I believe the best way to do that is for I to go to the mountains, with Brother and Son, and those of you who are... expendable." she smirks slightly beneath the mask, since in truth, all are expendable. But the comfort does wonders even on those cattle who have risen above their expectations.
"The others, I think, should stay among the people, among those they have been hidden with for years, and spread rumors of death and destruction. For every trinket these adventurers bring back, a school should burn down. For every victory, a pain. Subtlety is our way, but the slightest of shadows can cause the archer to miss."
Daughter returns to the hulking, four armed beast that was Son, placing a hand on it's bare chest in a pantomime of affection. Gazing up at the outsider for a few moments, she turns to look to the crowd, and awaits their answers.
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The group looks on the verge of cheers, but knows that discretion is vital to such an organization. Instead, they bow, awaiting further instructions. The priest among them asks, "When shall we depart? Who shall you take with you?"
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Daughter smiles behind her mask, and she inclines her head to the priest, her body language that of respect and patience. "My brother, while your skills would undoubtedly be well-used within our expedition, you are more useful in the city, speaking to the arrogant, exhorting them to seek out knowledge.. and when they do, and fail, you will break them." She pauses for a moment. "Source some scrolls of sending, however, as I am capable of using them. That way, I can call upon you if I require historical knowledge"
The cult has made a habit of speaking their plans aloud amongst the family - at least, those plans which are safe to be spoken aloud.
She turns then to the rest of the crowd, and indicates towards the young noble of middle birth, Sophia, and Brandon. "You three will accompany me. I will require strength of youth, and you two youthful ones would gain much from Brandon's example."
Finally she looks to the Witch. "My brother... I ask you if you will join us, not as a demand but as a request. You have your own important work to accomplish. But you would be useful and wise on our journey ahead."
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The members you have chosen bow deeply. "We would be honored, wise Daughter." Meanwhile, the priest has already bowed and retreated to do his duty.
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Daughter nods, and promptly gestures for the others to leave as well, leaving just the four cultists, Son, and Daughter standing there. She beckons for Son to approach, it's footfalls heavy, thudding on the ground like stakes driven for a tent. Then she turns to focus on a small spot to her right. "Brother, you may join us now, if you wish." She says, apparently to the empty air, before the shadows move and coalesce into the shape of Brother, stepping out from his hiding place.
"We will gather in three days. You" She indicates the young noble "Will procure a boat and provisions. We shall meet on the river, three miles west of Heartrock. From there, we shall range into the mountains. If we are lucky, we will find some.. unlucky adventurers to reveal the truth to. If we are even more lucky, will shall discover secrets of those who came before the shadow war..." With that, she turns to move away, striding off, with Son in her wake. When the others turn to each other, they will find Brother vanished as well.
Do you want to control Brother or shall I? I am happy either way, although it might involve talking to myself if I do it :p
Heya, if you just don't write that way, I get it and am fine with it, but I tend to prefer more narrative/descriptive forms of writing in play by posts. Just will get better stuff out of me the more you give me ^_^
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The farm had died a long time ago, Daughter thought as she looked out across the small gathering, eyes narrowed beneath the mask, today showing her as a tall, green-skinned young woman, in a simple yet sheer robe cinched at the waist with a silver chain. The soil, for whatever reason, had become hostile to all useful grains, and now only raggly weeds wove up through the dry soil. The carcass of the farmhouse stood behind her, the blackened rafters like skeletal fingers above her head.
"Children..." She speaks, her voice rasping, soft yet loud enough to be heard above the chattering of the others. "While the pampered fools of the city gorge themselves on illusions, we have come here to decide our course of action. We are in a dangerous position... for optimism, now matter how falsely it may be placed, is anathema to those who know the truth."
Daughter steps down from the ruined farmhouse, walking into the Family, reaching out with a cool hand to brush against the shoulders and cheeks of her fellow cultists.
"We must find a way to break that optimism and turn it to despair. And I believe the best way to do that is for I to go to the mountains, with Brother and Son, and those of you who are... expendable." she smirks slightly beneath the mask, since in truth, all are expendable. But the comfort does wonders even on those cattle who have risen above their expectations.
"The others, I think, should stay among the people, among those they have been hidden with for years, and spread rumors of death and destruction. For every trinket these adventurers bring back, a school should burn down. For every victory, a pain. Subtlety is our way, but the slightest of shadows can cause the archer to miss."
Daughter returns to the hulking, four armed beast that was Son, placing a hand on it's bare chest in a pantomime of affection. Gazing up at the outsider for a few moments, she turns to look to the crowd, and awaits their answers.
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The group looks on the verge of cheers, but knows that discretion is vital to such an organization. Instead, they bow, awaiting further instructions. The priest among them asks, "When shall we depart? Who shall you take with you?"
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Daughter smiles behind her mask, and she inclines her head to the priest, her body language that of respect and patience. "My brother, while your skills would undoubtedly be well-used within our expedition, you are more useful in the city, speaking to the arrogant, exhorting them to seek out knowledge.. and when they do, and fail, you will break them." She pauses for a moment. "Source some scrolls of sending, however, as I am capable of using them. That way, I can call upon you if I require historical knowledge"
The cult has made a habit of speaking their plans aloud amongst the family - at least, those plans which are safe to be spoken aloud.
She turns then to the rest of the crowd, and indicates towards the young noble of middle birth, Sophia, and Brandon. "You three will accompany me. I will require strength of youth, and you two youthful ones would gain much from Brandon's example."
Finally she looks to the Witch. "My brother... I ask you if you will join us, not as a demand but as a request. You have your own important work to accomplish. But you would be useful and wise on our journey ahead."
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The members you have chosen bow deeply. "We would be honored, wise Daughter." Meanwhile, the priest has already bowed and retreated to do his duty.
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Daughter nods, and promptly gestures for the others to leave as well, leaving just the four cultists, Son, and Daughter standing there. She beckons for Son to approach, it's footfalls heavy, thudding on the ground like stakes driven for a tent. Then she turns to focus on a small spot to her right. "Brother, you may join us now, if you wish." She says, apparently to the empty air, before the shadows move and coalesce into the shape of Brother, stepping out from his hiding place.
"We will gather in three days. You" She indicates the young noble "Will procure a boat and provisions. We shall meet on the river, three miles west of Heartrock. From there, we shall range into the mountains. If we are lucky, we will find some.. unlucky adventurers to reveal the truth to. If we are even more lucky, will shall discover secrets of those who came before the shadow war..." With that, she turns to move away, striding off, with Son in her wake. When the others turn to each other, they will find Brother vanished as well.
Do you want to control Brother or shall I? I am happy either way, although it might involve talking to myself if I do it :p
Heya, if you just don't write that way, I get it and am fine with it, but I tend to prefer more narrative/descriptive forms of writing in play by posts. Just will get better stuff out of me the more you give me ^_^