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The Foreign Legion (open) Apr 22, 2013 19:06:35 GMT -5

Post by Deleted on Apr 22, 2013 19:06:35 GMT -5

THE PAST (AU)
...At some point in the Unification of the Ivalician Alliance

Silence.

The concept had never felt more real than in that moment. In that place where darkness reigned and filled it fully.

And with that thick darkness came an abrupt jolt of pain; a sort of prickling, uncomfortable sensation that lapped doggedly behind her ears. She wasn’t even given the time to assess where it is she had warped into. There was a bit of nausea and she suddenly found herself slumped against a wall. Or it must have been a wall. It was hard to tell through the pitch murk, but that’s what it felt like under her cheek while pushing with her hand against the flat, stony surface, holding herself, and her dignity, from falling.

What the…, her mind grabbed at the loose threads of her thoughts whilst steadying herself, putting together some quick conclusions. It was impossible for her to have ‘miscalculated’ in warping. Something else must have disrupted the rift through which she had passed. Something powerful. Or someone…

…The dizziness struck again, unraveling her thoughts anew. “Ugh.” Vitalitas gritted her teeth, her anger quickly overcoming her motion sickness. She drew back her arm, pushing herself away from the ‘wall’ she must be sagging against with the other, made a fist filled with earth element, and pounded the stone. The ‘wall’ shuddered and noisily collapsed into a pile of rubble. It really had been an ordinary wall, she noted with some embarrassment and a sigh.

She let her eyes adjust to the brightness, only to find it was not brightness but several small fires put to light up a kind of cellar. But the room was almost barren, with a few crates, miscellaneous things strewn about, and a short flight of stairs leading up to the upper floor.

The look of confusion absolutely twisted her face.

Her metallic boots struck the marbled floor rather conspicuously as she headed straight for the stairs, stumbling once. She wondered at that, as she was no longer in that terrible darkness, but she still felt sick.

Last Edit: Apr 23, 2013 9:34:19 GMT -5 by Deleted

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The Foreign Legion (open) Apr 22, 2013 20:42:08 GMT -5

Post by Deleted on Apr 22, 2013 20:42:08 GMT -5

The sound of footsteps trickled down the stairway as Vitalitas climbed each stone. Soon after, a multitude of metallic feet moving about buzzed to life. At the top of the stairs was the door to the room, a bit worn out and cracked along its wooden surface. It was in such disrepair that she could simply jank it off its hinges without much effort.

As soon as she exited the room she met with a very busy, long corridor. Men in heavy armor rushed about, coming and going in a clear hurry over something. Each of them carried some sort of weapon. The architecture surrounding the hallway became evident the more Vitalitas looked around. The ceiling was unbelievably high and huge. The walls were decorated with bright red tapestries and large paintings of long dead kings. A furry, soft carpet rolled across the entire isle, now trampled by the many armored suits, maids, and servants, rushing by in a human-like rush hour.

No one stopped to eye Vitalitas. They didn't even glance at her as they passed by. It was as if she didn't exist to them. But just then, a massive man halted besides her, a broadsword possibly bigger than himself strapped to his back. The man wore an unrecognizable insignia over his armor, which looked a bit more elaborate than the other's. "You there." He called out in a deep, brassy voice, the sound rebounding in her head. She topped perhaps only up to his chest. "What are you doing loitering at such a critical time? Get into place with the others! We're barely holding off the first line - those tricky bastards. Move it!" He shouted, which hurt the ears, before ushering her toward the eastern gate. It appears she was in a grand castle of some sort.

A choice presented itself to her then.

Should she follow his instructions and go see what all the fuss was about? It might just be related to whatever redirected her teleporting.

Looking at the eastern gate, she suddenly felt even sicker.

Last Edit: Apr 22, 2013 20:44:26 GMT -5 by Deleted

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The Foreign Legion (open) Apr 22, 2013 22:48:20 GMT -5

Post by Deleted on Apr 22, 2013 22:48:20 GMT -5

She pushed past the growing fatigue, on toward the eastern gate everyone seemed so rushed to get to. At some point she had begun to lean against the wall, herself shadowed by the soldiers that were scurrying about.

Before yet reaching the gate, she could feel the terrible dread that loomed just beyond, see the twisted color the sky had taken as lightning flashed angrily off in the distance. Now at its threshold, she saw the source of her sickness.

A citadel being sieged. Bodies strewn all over the front court. Pain and death in the faces of the men. How did I ever come to this place? She stressed, slowly backing away from the entrance.

’They broke through!’ She heard the shout somewhere. It seems not all the soldiers had gone out yet. ’What are those mages doing? Have they failed the summoning?’

’I heard them claim that it succeeded, but I see no mighty War God to push back that wave. We should bail while we still have our lives.’

’I agree. Look, they’ll be storming the place any minute now…’
Vitalitas stopped listening to the soldier's talk. She lost interest. Damn fools…Summoned the wrong God. To think, mortals had somehow summoned her. She tried to laugh it off, but found she had no energy to be sarcastic now.

Since I’m here, might as well help them.

The thought came naturally into her head, fueling her, straightening her back a little despite the greater desire to bend down and catch her breath. Even knowing things would not get better from there on. Where’s my spear… Did she forget it back at the cellar?

’Hey, you don’t look so good.’ Someone spoke…To her? She looked over her shoulder, tired blue eyes searching for the one who spoke.

Last Edit: Apr 23, 2013 9:37:03 GMT -5 by Deleted