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Post by Y'shtola Rhul on Nov 3, 2024 9:32:06 GMT -6
Y'shtola Rhul
Miqo'te | Age 32 23 | 150cm x 45kg (4'9 x 99) | F | Sorceress
As he said he'd be happy to escort her, the miqo'te smiled softly. "Thank you." She replied, carefully extending a hand in his direction. From the sound of it, he was probably double her height, so she did try to aim at his arm right away. She had her share of embarassment already, so she would rather go too high and touch his shoulder or chest, than to go too low and risk touching any uncomfortable places. "I thank you for your offer, Angeal. Lending me your arm would be perfect, as I admit to being a little dizzy.. and people should not be a problem - as long as they don't go pulling my tail." She replied to his question, in a little more annoyed tone towards the end of the sentence, then she tried her best to look at least at his face and give him a welcoming but tiny smile. "I am Y'shtola. A scholar and a sorceress, under normal circumstances."
She eventually positioned her hand on his arm to let him lead her. "So. I do not mean to put my nose in topics you would not like to talk about with a stranger, so do feel free to halt my curiosity should I make you uncomfortable." She started, trying not to get too close to him although the situation and amount of people in the streets kind of commanded otherwise. "You seem to be strong, and fighting those ruffians did not seem to be anything unnatural to you. Are you some sort of warrior, or are these episodes common around here? Or both, I suppose."
Post by Y'shtola Rhul on Nov 2, 2024 17:19:28 GMT -6
Y'shtola Rhul
Miqo'te | Age 32 23 | 150cm x 45kg (4'9 x 99) | F | Sorceress
She listened quietly as the man introduced himself as a knight in pretty much the same situation as her. Spirited away from his homeworld and with no idea where he was. Of course. She then waited for him to explain his thoughts and sighed. "Magnificent." she commented ironically, turning around and leaning onto the rock behind her with her arms crossed. She needed to think of a solution, but she had no idea what to do.
As the man called her name, she lifted her head in his direction as a sign that she was listening, her ears wiggling slightly for a moment at the sound of the man's steps. He walked closer and voiced a thought that immediatey piqued her interest. A shield that could be used to channel magic, although only a selected few. "Intriguing. Let us try, it should be enough for me to see, at least." she muttered, extending a hand in his general direction until she touched the cold metal of the item. She closed her eyes and attemptted to channel her Aether, then opened them again and took a moment to adjust, with the hint of a smile on her lips. "It seems to be working." she revealed.
She tried letting go of the shield and suddenly everything went dark again, so she swiftly repositioned. "As long as I am touching it, I can see. Let me just do a test." she then said, before bringing one hand upwards to the side, more or less at the height of her waist and with its palm facing upwards. Channeling her magic, then, she focused until a little flame formed in her hand. "Not quite what I am used to, but it is something. Thank you. And I would carry it until we are out of this forest, if it is not a bother to you."
She looked around, focusing on the aether in the surroundings. "That direction seems to be fairly clear, as far as I can see." she said, pointing towards the way opposite to the crevice they had just lept across. "Just a little further, on the right. The trees seem to be somehow scarcer. Could it be a way out of the forest, or... some sort of ruins, perhaps?" she wondered, assuming a pensive position. "It matters not. Among ruins, there might be something I can use to channel aether without having to use your shield. And outside of the forest, we would find a settlement, sooner or later." She said, then she took a deep breath to focus and find her calm. "Shall we?"
Post by Y'shtola Rhul on Aug 5, 2024 9:38:52 GMT -6
Y'shtola Rhul
Miqo'te | Age 32 23 | 150cm x 45kg (4'9 x 99) | F | Sorceress
She was starting to like Provo. She had found out about many interesting things, among which there was the presence of her chaotic friend Alexander Sorel. She had not managed to find him just yet, although she had not really tried to. She first wanted to get used to the city, have her mental map of it, her points of interest - she had not even visited the Rising Stones, yet.
For the time being, she chose to walk her way to the outskirts, a newly bought wooden staff in her hands. She had learned enough of the inner part of the city, now she was curious about the outside. Once she found herself among the fields, she breathed in the fresh air. She missed Gridania, and something among the smell of this place reminded her about it. By the Twelve, she even missed Y’mhitra.
Her thoughts were soon interrupted as a sudden burst in aether caught her attention. She moved her gaze towards the source of the burst and furrowed her brows. What -or who- could be doing such a thing? It felt like someone was spellcasting. Out of curiosity, she chose to walk closer. There was something familiar about that soul, but her memory was still a little fuzzy at times and she could not quite remember who that was. “Excuse me.” she said, trying to attract the person’s attention “Is everything alright?”
Post by Y'shtola Rhul on Aug 5, 2024 6:45:33 GMT -6
Y'shtola Rhul
Miqo'te | Age 32 23 | 150cm x 45kg (4'9 x 99) | F | Sorceress
At the girl's words, Y’shtola sighed. “I would not have offered to help had I not wanted to.” she declared before tapping on the ground a couple of times with the end of her staff. She then listened to her introduction and slightly raised her eyebrows when the Forum was mentioned, without uttering a word as the Warrior started to talk about her fighting skills and her wish to join the two arts.
After sitting, the blonde clearly stated that she wanted to go back home. Shtola did not like having to be the bearer of such news, but she could not let the girl live in a dream. “I am sorry for what I am about to say, but you must know. As far as I understood, there is no way back - I am still looking for one nonetheless, but that is another matter. There is a slim chance that the Zenos you know is somewhere on this Star, but I firmly believe that taking his life would not grant you the ability to go back. Although he may have had the strength to send you to Hydaelyn in the past, he would probably have lost a fair amount of his power once he arrived here. As an example of this, I have found out that I cannot cast spells unless with a proper tool. Take away my rod, and I am completely useless - wits and knowledge aside. This inability has caused me a fair amount of trouble in these past few weeks, and I would not be surprised should you find difficulty in channelling aether as well.”
She sighed, then rested her head on her hand, and her elbow on the table. “I cannot help with swordsmanship, but I can help with magic. I have not trained under any red mages, but I believe I have understood their ways at least to a certain extent. I have studied a few of their techniques. So. First and foremost, you need both a weapon and a spell catalyst, which I believe you may have already. Then, you need to be able to focus on both at the same time: to channel your magic from the catalyst to the weapon, or to shape your magic in a way that complements your weapon. As for a lance…” she tapped with the staff on the ground a couple of times again, with a pensive expression on her face. “Perhaps something akin to a starshower?”
Post by Y'shtola Rhul on Aug 4, 2024 12:53:21 GMT -6
Y'shtola Rhul
Miqo'te | Age 32 23 | 150cm x 45kg (4'9 x 99) | F | Sorceress
After climbing up the man's back, Shtola tried her best to hold onto him and not let her uneasyness show. She most definitely did NOT like not to have any control over the entire situation, but she was forced by the events to go with the flow and let the man handle it all. Oh, how she despised feeling like a damsell in distress! She was a full grown and independent woman.
The man's warning brought her out of her thoughts and she managed to tighten her grip just before feeling the man leap. Her heart skipped a beat as she worried about whatever could be happening and wherever they might be going, but fortunately the landing arrived quickly, if a little abruptly.
"Ah, thank the Twelve!" she could not help but exclaim as the man revealed they had arrived. She loosened her grip, waiting for him to catch her sign and let her climb down, then she sighed. "And thank you." she said, looking in his general direction. She would not be ungrateful before a man who very likely saved her life. For the time being, at least.
"There are two things we need to do now." she then started, crossing her arms. "One: to find my rod -or any magical item that can be used for spellcasting, as I figure my rod might be wherever those machines were and we will most definitely not go back." She extended her arm, walking to a side until she eventually reached a wall. "Second: to find a way out of this.. forest, I suppose? And possibly to some civilized place. Do you happen to know our location, by chance?" after this, she hesitated for a moment.
"Ah. I am Y'shtola. Sorceress. If I can wield a rod again, that is, as I seem to be unable to cast spells without one, here."
Post by Y'shtola Rhul on Aug 4, 2024 11:38:25 GMT -6
Y'shtola Rhul
Miqo'te | Age 32 23 | 150cm x 45kg (4'9 x 99) | F | Sorceress
The chuckle coming from the man who just kicked her down stopped abruptly, turning into a yelp and then into silence as a few sounds she swiftly linked to her saviour hitting the man and probably throwing him somewhere not too far away. She heard a sigh, and soon after the saviour’s voice made her ears twitch. She stiffened just slightly as she felt his hands on her but tried her best not to seem too bothered by it. She would not be ungrateful to a stranger who just rescued her.
As soon as she was back on her feet, she denied with her head hearing the man’s words. "I am alright and thank you for the rescue, but I can heal myself just fine, as long as I find my-" but interrupted herself mid-sentence. "Oh, right. They broke my staff, did they not?" Her words sounded more like an exclamation than a question. She was quite sure that the sound she had heard was her rod snapping in two.
After glaring in the general direction of where she thought their bodies might be, she sighed. "Would you be so kind as to escort me to the nearest… magic shop, I suppose? I need a new tool to cast magic." she asked, trying to look in the man’s direction "I may be… completely blind, without one."
Post by Y'shtola Rhul on Jul 28, 2024 5:13:29 GMT -6
Y'shtola Rhul
Miqo'te | Age 32 23 | 150cm x 45kg (4'9 x 99) | F | Sorceress
She denied with her head as the man apologised about not noticing her blindness. Of couese he wouldn't, not even the Scions had noticed initially. "Nothing to forgive." she replied, before asking if he could find somewhere to hide. She waited patiently for an answer as, she supposed, the man was looking around. Her ears then caught the sound of a nearing enemy and she asked him to carry her, gulping down her pride.
Eventually, he revealed he'd found a place to hide in, a grotto, and then gently positioned her hands on what she supposed to be his shoulders. It was a clear invitation to jump on his back to be carried, and as soon as he asked her if she was ready, she replied affirmatively and helped herself up his back. She did not like that, but she could not act differently in her current condition. She was not used to the different concentration of aether, or to its feeling, and so she could not manipulate it in any way.
"By the Twelve.." she muttered under her breath. She could not help but feel worried and frustrated by her inability to manipulate aether without her rod, but she would try her best not to be too much of a burden. She held on as firmly as she could, obviously also trying not to choke the poor man, as he swiftly carried her wherever he had meant to.
Post by Y'shtola Rhul on Jul 28, 2024 3:59:39 GMT -6
Y'shtola Rhul
Miqo'te | Age 32 23 | 150cm x 45kg (4'9 x 99) | F | Sorceress
After her attempt at finding help, the man behind her covered her mouth with his hand and started dragging her away. She tried to break free by clawing at his arm, but to no avail. Soon enough though, her ears twitched at the sound of footsteps. Quick, heavy, approaching footsteps. Someone was running in their direction. Hoping it wasn't another thug, she waited patiently for her saviour's arrival while attempting in vain to escape.
As the man's voice reached her, her ears jolted back up straight. She did not recognize the voice, but his words were exactly what one would expect in this kind of situation. A classic encounter called for a classic reaction. And thinking about classic, she waited for the man in front of her to turn around and take a few steps forward, waiting for the best moment to strike: when the two were distracted. "Look, kitty. You've found yourself a hero!" he said. She heard the sound of metal sliding onto leather, probably the man unsheathing a knife. "I've put down bigger idiots. Let's see what you can do."
Before he could finish the first sentence, as the man behind her was chuckling, Y'ahtola planted her heel on her captor's foot with all the strength she had. With a yelp, the man loosened the grip enough for her to be able to break free. She took a few steps to the side, her arm forward, until she found a wall and then she tried to follow it walking backwards, a hand always on its surface, trying to get closer to her saviour. Until there was no more wall to use as a reference.
The man she was escaping from grew closer and closer with every step, and all she could do was keep walking backwards as fast as she could without tripping and hope not to crash onto something. She would have run, but not being able to see where she was going would have made running more like a danger than a way out. She felt a movement in the air and instinctively crouched, but although she managed to avoid the man's hand, she could not avoid the subsequent kick and ended up crashing sideways onto the ground. "Ah, confound it all!" she muttered to herself, holding her aching head with one hand as she tried to help herself up with the other. "I will not let you have me until I draw my last breath!" she then growled in the man's direction. She did not like the man chuckling at her words, but she would not give in to worry. She only needed to buy time for the "hero" to strike. In the worst case scenario, if to be able to disarm him she would need to be stabbed in an arm or something, then she would take the hit with no hesitation.
Post by Y'shtola Rhul on Jul 24, 2024 5:50:53 GMT -6
Y'shtola Rhul
Miqo'te | Age 32 23 | 150cm x 45kg (4'9 x 99) | F | Sorceress
She was strolling among the streets, still trying to get used to the city she had ended up in. Staff in hand, she walked at a slow pace, without hurry, taking in as many details as she could about Provo and its inhabitants. That was until one of the passersby deliberately bumped into her. Swiftly regaining her balance, Shtola looked at him and half-heartedly said: “Sorry, I did not see you.” Which was partially true, as she could not quite literally see, but also false as she had noticed him approaching by the colour of his soul. Had she wandered into some sort of infamous quarter? She did not want to pick fights or end up in trouble, so she apologised first and went on her way. Or tried to, as only a moment later she was pulled backwards by the tail. “OWW!”
As the sudden pain from the pull startled her, she turned her face to the person and glared daggers at them, while attempting to take a firm grip of their wrist. “That hurts, by the love of-!” but she was interrupted by a second pull that made her wince. She was so, so tempted to just cast a spell and burn the person’s hand. “If you don’t mind-!” but she was once again interrupted, this time because she felt someone snatch the staff from her hands. “Hey, give it back!” she ordered, turning to face a second person - but then she remembered: no staff, no magic, no sight.
Looking in the second person’s general direction, she attempted to smile as best she could. “Give the staff back to me. Please.” but a male voice answered: “What if I don’t?” Shtola drew strength from her usual patience and replied: “Give the staff back to me, please. I need that.” Soon after she felt the warm, foul-smelling breath of the man right on her face. “I don’t think so, kitty.” Fighting against the need to show disgust on her face, she tried to guess the staff’s direction and take it back anyway - a task she failed at miserably, as was made plain by the two men’s chuckle.
“What are you, blind?” asked the one in front of her. “That is none of your concern. Give the staff back. Now.” but the man still holding her tail pulled her back again, hard enough for her to end up slamming into what she supposed was his chest. Her ear twitched as he muttered into it: “Or what?” She gritted her teeth and closed her fingers into fists. “Or I will grind you both under my heels.” This was getting frustrating and ridiculous. Had she been in her homeworld, she would have disposed of the two in a fraction of a second but now, here, she could not weave the simplest forms of magic without a proper tool. She started to think she might realistically be in danger. And she was not prideful enough not to scream if things went downhill.
The man behind her surrounded her waist with his free arm, making her instantly tense up. “How d’ya think yer gonna do it, hm?” She could not help but show the disgust on her face, this time. “Just let me get to my staff and find out.” she muttered through gritted teeth. “This staff?” asked the other. Soon after, Shtola heard the cracking sound she had hoped not to hear. No staff, and no way to get it back, it seemed. Her ears lowered, and her tail would too if only one of them was not holding it. She had faced far worse enemies than these - but with the use of magic. Without it.. What could she possibly do? Scratch them like a scared kitten? “Oh, I can’t believe I’m doing this - HELP! SOMEONE HELP M-!” but her lips were soon covered. But she would not go down without a fight, at the cost of putting her pride to the side. The only thing she could do at that point was attempt to scratch the man’s arms and free herself
