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Post by Jill Warrick on Sept 26, 2023 15:09:10 GMT -6
I have killed the monster
Feeling a gloved hand find her shoulder, a gentle voice insisted she disengage and walk away without a look or word to anyone. Given this stranger’s lack of force, she made the assumption he was not a guard trying to cart her away to some derelict cell, leaving her curious as to why another patron of this foreign world was trying to help her. While she appreciated the generosity, she was growing tired of being the damsel in distress.
Glancing over her shoulder, Jill was surprised to see the face of a young man. Donning a suit, his blonde hair was braided back from his face, accentuating his boyish features. He was handsome, though perhaps a bit tired. Were it not for his neatly groomed facial hair, she may have said he reminded her of a young Dion Lesage.
Nodding her head, her gaze shifted back forward. The crowd around the pair had nearly doubled since retrieving the woman’s bag. Dozens of Velvet Street patrons gawked at her with exaggerated expressions of disgust and fear. ‘What don’t they understand?’ She asked herself, frustration swirling within her. She had just stopped a man from taking an innocent woman’s gil. Why couldn’t they see her actions as admirable?
The man from behind took her arm, whispering in her ear again. According to his intel, the use of magick was less than revered in Sonora. An interesting mindset for a people living in a land filled with aetheric energies, but it wasn’t her place to judge. Feeling his weight press against her, Jill began to move forward, allowing him to take hold of the satchel in the process. Watching him toss the woman her belongings, a mix of embarrassment and genuine confusion coiled into pins and needles that spread across her limbs, just as they had on the frosted mountains with Sephiroth.
Twice now a man had stepped in to resolve a problem she may or may not have created for herself, both acting as guides in what felt like a tutorial of survival on Zephon. She hated it. After years of being under the thumb of a tyrannical priest, Jill had only begun to know the taste of freedom, only for it to be ripped away in some cabalistic act of dislocation.
Her emotions having reached a crescendo, she pulled her arm from the mysterious man’s grasp. “I have no issue in following you,” Jill started, “But I will not be pulled around like a child.” She knew her anger was misplaced, likely unwarranted, but her need to reclaim some sense of autonomy was paramount. Resting a hand on the hilt of her rapier, she continued to follow the suited man through the streets and away from the crowd.
Once the pair had forged a meaningful distance from the alleged danger, she let out a baited breath and turned to him. “I apologize for my curt response, and appreciate your assistance. The last few days have been difficult, but that is no excuse for my cross behavior. Like you, I also have many questions. Where might be an appropriate place to discuss them?”
Post by Jill Warrick on Sept 11, 2023 15:03:42 GMT -6
I have killed the monster
Both hands buried in the thick of the beast’s coarse mane, Jill struggled against its weight as bloodthirsty fangs snapped violently at her throat. Even if she could wrestle the damned thing off of her, three more were close behind and salivating for their own piece of flesh. But she had endured far worse in her years, and she had no intention of forfeiting to such a timorous fate. Searing pain tore through her muscles as she awakened the aether once again, releasing a nest of glacial blades from her palms.
The gnarled beast let out a pained shriek as it fumbled backwards, recoiling from her elemental attack. Rolling to her side, she gained her footing and was back on her feet in seconds. Jill wasted no time in drawing her rapier as two additional yowls rang out from behind her. She stole a glance over her shoulder, seeing two of the wolves from before tumbling into the snow as a figure descended gracefully from the skies. Dark boots meeting the ground, they swung their blade once more, ending the threat of their oncoming pack.
Whipping her head back forward, slate-colored eyes met the sapphire hues of the beast who dared to devour her. To her surprise the animal seemed to understand the tides had turned, letting out one final cry before retreating into the depths of the forest. With the bestial threat quelled, Jill turned to face the mysterious figure who had seemingly come from absolutely nowhere.
With her blade extended out towards them, she called out, “While I would like to thank you, I can’t be sure of your intentions just yet.” Whoever they were, they had yet to turn to face her, leaving only their flowing silver locks and leather studded pant legs to be seen. “Where did you come from?” She asked, “Were you hiding amongst the trees?” Jill only wished to sheath her blade, to ask where she might be or how to return home, but these were not luxuries she could afford. This was a foreign land, one beyond the realm of Valisthea. There was no telling what their customs might entail.
The limits of Ultima’s power had not been known. For all she knew, he had taken her to the outer continent; a land said to be overwhelmed by the curse of the Blight. Only she could feel the aether pulsing through the air, allowing her to access the wells of her magick. Her chest tightened with worries as she pondered the many possibilities of her situation. Had they been wrong all this time? And if so, what had Clive done? Had their resolve been built upon a web of lies, all spun to bring Ultima’s true goal to fruition?
Post by Jill Warrick on Sept 7, 2023 2:23:43 GMT -6
I have killed the monster
Watching the slipshod child scurry away, Jill pulled the hood of her cloak over her head, turning away and beginning her journey into the bustling crowds of Sonora’s Velvet Street. The paved roads were easy on her bootheals, a pleasant departure from the cobblestone walkways of Valisthea. Everything about this place was different from the world she knew, making it difficult not to marvel at its technological wonders. Though she needed to keep her head down and blend in as best she could, avoiding the wandering eyes of curious onlookers. If the child was to be trusted, the inhabitants of Sonora did not take kindly to those whose origin was of another world.
It seemed this phenomenon was commonplace within Zephon, forcing Jill to question if she was the sole inhabitant of Valisthea to have made the traumatizing journey. She had assumed this was yet another of Ultima’s machinations, but it had become clear that the two were unrelated. Saying a prayer to Metia, the northerner pleaded for Clive’s survival, wishing he might be spared a fate such as her own.
Jill continued past a cluster of townsfolk, each making their bets on a game of cards being played by street merchants. It was the first semblance of familiarity she had experienced since her arrival to this foreign land. She and Joshua had spent many evenings slipping past their guard detail to catch sight of the games played throughout the night on the streets outside Rosalith. A smile nearly crept across her lips as a figure crashed into her, sending her sprawling to the pavement below.
“Please, don’t!” A woman cried out from only a few yards away, “My wages! Please, come back!”
Catching her breath, slate-colored eyes followed the shadowy figure who had just forced her to the ground. His dark hair tossed in the night’s breeze, a faded crimson scarf twisting behind him. She caught sight of a satchel tucked beneath his arm, all but confirming he was the cause for the woman’s distress. Acting on instinct, Jill extended an arm, aether rushing through her veins, casting a blizzard spell. A whip-like stream of frost burst from the tips of her fingers, reaching through the crowded streets until it caught the edge of the thief's scarf. Spreading over the tattered fabric, the frost chilled, turning to heavy ice as it closed around his neck.
Jill gained her footing and cut ties with the aether, watching the man topple over due to the weight of his now-frozen accessory. “Now that wasn’t so wise, was it?” She called out to the thief, taking quick strides to approach him. “I believe you took something that doesn’t belong to you.”
Only then did she realize the scene she had just created. Dozens of curious citizens broke off from their games and began to crowd around her and the man she had forced to the floor. There was no use in trying to deny her actions, it was clear as day she was the one responsible for the magick, but surely they could understand she was not the one at fault here. Reaching down to retrieve the woman’s bag, panic began to build in her chest. “Bloody hell.” Jill cursed, almost convinced she could see the kid from before snickering in the distance.
Post by Jill Warrick on Aug 27, 2023 18:42:34 GMT -6
I have killed the monster
Frost bitten winds whipped at her shivering form as Jill made her way through the sprawling winter-soaked wilderness. Gargantuan conifers towered over her like silent observers, their evergreen branches dancing gracefully with the twisting breeze, whispering secrets only the forest could comprehend. With each step she left behind an imprint upon the once pristine canvas of powdery snow, a fleeting testament to her passage through the wilds. Her senses fully woven together with nature, the Northerner felt an empathic connection to this untamed land. It was as if she had returned home to Valorcene, on a journey to reunite with the family she so desperately missed.
She knew this was not the case, but it was a nice thought to have while traversing such harsh climates. While this place was similar, it was not Valisthea. Jill pondered if Ultima had taken her to one of the outer continents following his confrontation with Clive and the others. Rumors within the Hideaway said he had come from the forgotten lands, but there was no definitive proof of this. ‘Stop.’ She told herself, forcing the thoughts from her mind. She needed to focus on pushing forward. Unsheathing her rapier, she began to thresh through the heavy undergrowth surrounding her, soon discovering a narrow pathway carved between the trees.
Carefully stepping over the underbrush, Jill crouched as she entered the path. She placed a gloved hand onto the ground below, feeling the pattern and design of the broken limbs beneath the snow. “Man-made.” Her words were barely a whisper as she realized she might not be as alone as she had thought. Grip tightening around the hilt of her blade, she took in the fullness of her surroundings again.
The top layer of snow appeared to be undisturbed, but that didn’t mean much with how heavy the snow had been falling earlier. To her right the path stretched a good 20 yards before making a turn, while the left only stretched half that. It was wide enough for two people to comfortably walk side by side, leaving little room for a skirmish. If there was one. Letting out a breath, Jill cursed and brought herself back to her feet. Suddenly the wilds didn’t feel so much like home anymore, her once-familiar surrounding now seemed doused in uncertainty. Even the trees had changed, their limbs casting elongated shadows over the path that taunted her with whispers of doubt.
Her heart nearly jumped as a howl echoed around her, followed by the rustling of branches to her rear. “Bloody hell.” She cursed again, whipping around to see three large wolves staring back at her. Their ivory fangs gleamed, sharp and menacing, a warning etched in nature's most primal script. The winter air vibrated with tension as the beast’s growls rumbled from deep within their chests, a symphony of pure aggression. Their sapphire eyes bore into Jill with an unnerving intensity. They had proclaimed their territory, and she was the invader.
Jill knew there would be no calming these animals, meaning she was in for a fight. Pulling at the aether, she allowed her elemental magick to awaken, throwing up a hand and releasing a Blizzara spell straight at them. Not waiting to see their reaction, she quickly turned and bolted to the left of the path in a desperate attempt to escape. Her footfalls were jagged, stumbling over gnarled roots hidden beneath the snow. The further she went, the more twisted the path became, distorting into a labyrinth of shadows that seemed to close in around her. Her senses were heightened, every sound now amplified to a deafening crescendo, and every moment a potential threat.
Rounding another corner in the trail, Jill was met by a fourth wolf, causing her to skid to a halt. “You have got to be joking.” She struggled to speak through heavy breaths. Looking over her shoulder, she could see the other three were approaching fast. Before she could pull at the aether again, the fourth beast launched itself into the air. Its muscular body cashed into her, sending Jill staggering backward to the ground below. The impact reverberated through her, a force that stole a gasp from her lips as her feet slid in the snow.
