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Player Name: Prince/Dave
Are you new?: Y
Character Name: Kaladin Stormblessed
Character Fandom: Stormlight Archives
[Action:
Kaladin’s training kicks in fast, and he’s out of the loose flowing white clothes in seconds, reaching for his weathered blue uniform - the fabric thick but well used, a little rough but familliar between his fingers. Thats when he feels them first - the wings, sprouting from his back, feathered like the strange chicken’s from Shinovar, and completely alien. Also, completely attached to his back. He’d grasped at them a few times, trying to make sense of it, but eventually left them alone - it hurts when he tugged on the feathers, but he seemed to have some control of them. He shifts on his uniform, glad that they nestle (albeit slightly uncomfortably) against his shoulder blades. At least they were out of sight. Nothing could be done for the way they itch, just slightly though. He straightens the silver buttons of his uniform a single time, tan fingers tracing the lines one final time. His trusty spear is also suspiciously missing, and he is in the middle of a forest. Both of these things are deeply unsettling. Especially seeing as the foliage doesn’t recoil from his touch - or, indeed, from any pressure at all. It just sits there, still, in all its leafy glory, and the ground isn’t hard stone like in Roshar - on the contrary, its soft like sand but denser. He places a hand against the bark of a tree, and takes in a deep breath, trying to steady himself. There is a faint breeze that seems to whistle past one ear, then he sees something that resembles tousled leaves. From it, Syl appears. She glows with a faint blue light, and lands gently on his shoulder, the short gust of wind subsiding as she crumples up like a delicate paperdoll. She takes the form of a young woman only a few centimetres in height, with a skirt that hits about her knees, and seems to sway in a breeze that isn’t quite there. She hunkers down quietly, and leans against the collar of his shirt. He doesn’t ask where her usual cheer has gone - the dissonance between this… place and their own world is explanation enough. But he is glad for her company.]
[Accidental Video:]
What is this thing? [Kaladin picks up the journal, flicking open a page. Its set up strangely, thats for sure. Also, as he speaks, the words seem to be appearing on the page - yes, words that he can actually read. He makes a startled noise, narrowing brown eyes and raising a brow and pulling an incredulous face at the book between his hands. Glyphs, sure, he had been proficient at - but words? Reading? That was a women's art. He had a feeling it had something to do with the feathery protrusions on his back. After all, they were the most alien addition on top of the list of already obscure experiences. He decides continuing the conversation can't hurt his situation.]
If anyone is here.. or can explain anything about this place, now would be the time to show yourself!
[ He sort of raises his voice at the last part, but it just seems to echo through what seems to be the vast expanse of forest. No use for it then - he starts up walking. He has the feeling he's got a long way to go before he gets an explanation for any of this. ]
Are you new?: Y
Character Name: Kaladin Stormblessed
Character Fandom: Stormlight Archives
[Action:
Kaladin’s training kicks in fast, and he’s out of the loose flowing white clothes in seconds, reaching for his weathered blue uniform - the fabric thick but well used, a little rough but familliar between his fingers. Thats when he feels them first - the wings, sprouting from his back, feathered like the strange chicken’s from Shinovar, and completely alien. Also, completely attached to his back. He’d grasped at them a few times, trying to make sense of it, but eventually left them alone - it hurts when he tugged on the feathers, but he seemed to have some control of them. He shifts on his uniform, glad that they nestle (albeit slightly uncomfortably) against his shoulder blades. At least they were out of sight. Nothing could be done for the way they itch, just slightly though. He straightens the silver buttons of his uniform a single time, tan fingers tracing the lines one final time. His trusty spear is also suspiciously missing, and he is in the middle of a forest. Both of these things are deeply unsettling. Especially seeing as the foliage doesn’t recoil from his touch - or, indeed, from any pressure at all. It just sits there, still, in all its leafy glory, and the ground isn’t hard stone like in Roshar - on the contrary, its soft like sand but denser. He places a hand against the bark of a tree, and takes in a deep breath, trying to steady himself. There is a faint breeze that seems to whistle past one ear, then he sees something that resembles tousled leaves. From it, Syl appears. She glows with a faint blue light, and lands gently on his shoulder, the short gust of wind subsiding as she crumples up like a delicate paperdoll. She takes the form of a young woman only a few centimetres in height, with a skirt that hits about her knees, and seems to sway in a breeze that isn’t quite there. She hunkers down quietly, and leans against the collar of his shirt. He doesn’t ask where her usual cheer has gone - the dissonance between this… place and their own world is explanation enough. But he is glad for her company.]
[Accidental Video:]
What is this thing? [Kaladin picks up the journal, flicking open a page. Its set up strangely, thats for sure. Also, as he speaks, the words seem to be appearing on the page - yes, words that he can actually read. He makes a startled noise, narrowing brown eyes and raising a brow and pulling an incredulous face at the book between his hands. Glyphs, sure, he had been proficient at - but words? Reading? That was a women's art. He had a feeling it had something to do with the feathery protrusions on his back. After all, they were the most alien addition on top of the list of already obscure experiences. He decides continuing the conversation can't hurt his situation.]
If anyone is here.. or can explain anything about this place, now would be the time to show yourself!
[ He sort of raises his voice at the last part, but it just seems to echo through what seems to be the vast expanse of forest. No use for it then - he starts up walking. He has the feeling he's got a long way to go before he gets an explanation for any of this. ]
As long as he thinks it could be tea he'd go for it
Yes, the journals serve as a way to communicate to other people. Think of it as instant messages which can be transmitted to anyone who has one of these journals. They can be in written, vocal, or even showing the individual and scenery around them. A function known as video.
[That word still sounded very unfamiliar in his tongue, but he had been told it was the correct one]
I assume by spren, you mean like the charming little one who is around you?
While we do have spirits which may have similar attributes, they do not control the place, merely inhabit it. We are controlled here by a group known as the Malnosso.
well it would definitely not be intentionally poison. shes just not super good at plants
Totally charming! I'm a great many other things too, which I'm sure you can tell. If you wanted to compose a poetic and comprehensive list I would very definitely be up for listening to it!
[ Kaladin simply shakes his head fondly, holding up a hand so she might gently perch atop it. She sits delicately, skirts flowing about her knees and crosses her legs.]
Ah, yes. That would be Syl. Though don't get too carried away with compliments or you'll never hear the end of it.
[ Storms that was strange. Video? This little book was full of surprises.
The world, however, not so much.]
So we are to be slaves here?
[ The words carried a haggard sort of bitterness. He had been in situations like this too many times before. ]
Yeah, well evidently Iroh isn't a hundred percent at plants either
I'll be sure to write a haiku sometime.
[He strokes his beard smoothing it out with his fingers]
I will certainly try to keep that in mind.
[There is a weighing look on Iroh's face as he looks at Kaladin. It certainly could be considered some sort of servitude, though not nearly as direct as slavery]
Hmmmm, that could be a word for it. We are more accurately prisoners, who are occasionally called to fight in a war for the Malnosso, although you can also volunteer to do so in return for benefits earned up over time. Additionally, there are some non-combative roles one can volunteer for.
[He takes a small breath before continuing]
The village itself is largely autonomous, food is provided, as well as shelter and various household items. Generally speaking, we work on a volunteer basis since there is no monetary system in place.
They can bumble through plant biology.. together!!
Kaladin's expression only darkens as he is informed of the situation of the town.]
A padded prison is still a cell. I don't imagine any of the benefits ever amount to freedom, do they?
[ Kaladin sighs. He'd not even introduced himself and was already getting bitter about the entire predicament. This man had been nothing but understanding. He seemed a decent fellow.]
I'm Kaladin, by the way. And you are..?
no subject
[He inclines his head politely]
My name is Iroh, nice to meet you Kaladin.