OC Thread Chapter One: Missing Pieces Time: Early NoonWeithala "Oh, I miss them already..." Queen Ambrosia sighed as she stood looking over the ruins that surrounded her castle. "I didn't want to send them out there like that but there was little choice- our very world may be in danger." She turned to look at the old man standing by the door. He only nodded in response. "Isuza is better for conversation as well... What task need I see to now, Roak?" The man motioned for her to follow and she left the window to journey down the hall. "As you know, Your Highness, the other kingdoms are taking extra measures to ensure the safety of their own lands. We may need to follow their example. If the Gifvoshu have trully reincarnated then we may be at risk of first blood." Ambrosia tightened her lips into a line. "I cannot deny that it has plagued my dreams... I do not wish to alarm the people more than they need to be. Until there is a definite sign of their return I want the guards to remain where they are. I shall write up a decree for the people and they will know everything." Roak bowed respectfully then hurried away, possibly to attend to some other business. People of Weithala, your queen has never had the heart to lie to you and thus trusts you with the truth at all times. Those who dwell within the castle walls believe that the corrupted have returned. There are troubling signs within the other kingdoms and allies are now under suspicion. Take no hostility from brethren lightly nor seek to calm an angry neighbor, this act of kindness may only deepen their agitation. This message is in warning but do not take it to heart. If the situation endangers the lives of those living in this kingdom, you shall all be notified and instructed in action. Queen Ambrosia This message was written over numerous times and placed all over the towns and by the docks, she even ordered some be placed in the forests to make sure everyone saw them. Still, their situation was much more tame than what the other kingsdoms were subjecting their people to... Matchtal, Dismorigan Two cloaked figures came down from a vendor's ship and stepped up to a pair of guards standing at the edge of the dock. "Hoods down and markings need to be visible," one of the armor clad men stated. They removed their hoods; one was a woman with jet black hair and piercing green eyes and the other a man with a dark red color to a head of wavy hair. The man's mark was on his cheek. The woman's was on her forearm. The guards nodded and allowed them through into the border city of Matchtal. Once far enough in the man sighed heavily. "That was the longest trip I've ever taken overseas. Are you rested, Lady Ariette? Should we take a moment to find a decent bed? I won't argue if you say yes." "We have plenty of sunlight to start our assigned task," she stated, with little amusement. "We will look around until then. The fate of our kingdoms depend on what we accomplish here, Calix. I need you focused on that." She stepped forward as he stopped and grabbed her arm. He had his eyes closed and face raised into the breeze. "Do you feel that?" he asked, slowly lowering his head. "There is essence here. There really are still people here who can use it. You remember what she said?" Ariette nodded then set her hood back over her hair. "Let us be quick. There is much to do." Their task would send right into the heart of the kingdom and possibly right to the king if they played their cards right. Ariette hoped to Amiera that they didn't. __________________________________________________________________________________ Tym, Dismorigan There was one week a month that the caravans came to ease the hard days for the occupants of the capitol city and this was known as Renewal Week. The streets were as busy as they could be with people trading off supplies and readying the middle of the city for their festivities. Most days there wasn't much to work with and there wouldn't be fresh food for days. The caravans changed everything. The festivities were very cheerful despite the grey of the scenery. The people were happy and that was enough to brighten even the darkest skies. There were two houses in particular where everyone was gathered, this is where the food was being cooked. Others brought out tables to house food or seats. Among the festivities one man push in through the crowd and into the kitchen. The women attempted to drive him out but he shoved them aside and grabbed an arm full of bread that had just come from the oven then tried to escape from the window. The Two men that had been pushed when he was making his way inside grabbed him and threw him to the ground. The crowd drew back as they took him out and tied him up. He was literally thrown on top of another man who had been trying to steal an entire pot of soup that morning. One of the men grabbed a hand full of hair and snatched his head back. "What's wrong with you people? We're all hungry here but we have to wait for it just like you. All you've done is wasted ten people worth of bread! We need this food to last us two days. You've just damned someone to starve. We barely have enough as it is-" "That's enough Naet. Leave them be, they won't get anything until the caravan's arrive anyhow." He pulled the other from the thief and back to the crowd. Tasu Village In the open land of the barren valley the sun beat down on a small village built up among the sands a few green able to grow so far from the capital. A single woman looking toward the line that divided the soft blue skies from the increasingly grey ones that hovered over the city where the humans dwelled. A small girl with the round ears of a mouse ran up to her and stood just behind. "Are you watching the humans again, Haela?" she asked in that curious child-like way. The woman turned to look at the smal girl and smiled. "Something has the humans acting strangely. I'm starting to worry." "But we're not like them," the girl said, taking her hand. "We'll be okay, even if all the humans died because we're different." Haela nodded. "But we can still catch a cold, just like them." She picked up the small girl and walked back into the village. A pack of wolf and cougar shiera had recently returned with a few large rabbits and a small deer. Most of the larger, sustaining animals had moved closer to the mountains and the walk there was a couple days long. The food they had there was just barey enough and most couldn't make the journey. They portioned out everything, dividing the rabbits and deer so most could have some. As far as they were concerned they had to look out for eacother. Animals were born with survival instincts and most hunted in packs. They learned that being like the humans achieved nothing; selfish and greedy. Here they had to trust each other to survive. Rem, Basul In the rather grungy streets of the industrial kingdom a single pair garnered the most attention past the guards looming over every corner. A head of white hair was covered by a scarf but her bangs got some stares from others passing by. They paid little attention to the man who walked beside her with the calmest of expressions. Where her hair was covered up, his was not but fell to his shoulder in loose waves. Isuza walked closely with her partner, Arx. "It seems things have been taken a bit further," she said in a low voice. "There are far more guards here than there was just the other day. Perhaps something has caused a change in the king?" She looked to the older man. Arx grunted in reply. "Perhaps he has become nervous with all the talk of corruption. He wants to know everything about his allies and enemies yet he is dumb to his biggest threat. If he believes it is his biggest threat." Isuza glanced toward a set of stairs then back to him. "Let us review the situation on the outside. Be ready for anything but no situation will call for anything beyond brute strength. We will lose our ground anything else come forth." "Agreed. You as well, do not forget the second task given to us. There are those who do not yet know where their allegiance lies." Their tasks were indeed trying ones, but they had to be done. In all truth, they knew just as much as anyone, for no one who had seen one of the Gifvoshu lived to identify them.