PlaneShift
Fan Area => Roleplaying (Communitive Storywriting) => Single Author Stories => Topic started by: Okim on April 13, 2007, 03:25:52 am
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[No, this isn't on of these roleplay writting exercise, it's just me writting a story about one of my characters in game. The device I use just simply give excuse for why a smart and witting character sort of acts like a newb at times.]
Chapter 1: Walking out of the Portal
After walking through the portal, she stood in an empty field near a town with stone walls. Mikodite looked around her to see that she had reached this world in the middle of the night. She was not scared, but trouble she was as scenery was unfamiliar and sounds all around her were strange. She had been in unnerving situations before, but this was very uncomfortable; and it would only get worse from here.
Mikodite closed her eyes to picture what her home was like before she left her husband and two children in her hometown in a world far away, before she entered the capital of this world and being before the king, whom had a quest for her. Accepting this mission, knowing the importance of it, she voluntarly walked through a magical portal hearing the king in the background "There goes the finest spy in our kingdom to stop a catastrophy".
As implied, Mikodite was a rogue that trained in the deadly assassin arts. Life riding with a street gang made her cold and steely. The blades she owned gave her a reputation among the more powerful of her ability to deliver death. This was until she met Nate, whom opened sometihng in her heart she never felt since she was young and had to unlearn to survive her world. After that she served with the spies in the kingdom, mostly scouting and undercover missions.
So now, for a mission of upmost importance, she said goodbye to her husband and to the children that she brough for him and walked to the castle and through a portal of magic, to a realm of demons.
The air in this world she walked in was thick with magic: she could feel it in the air like nothing before. The air didn't just feel funny, it also gave this feel of anxiety that made her feel uneasy. The ground radiated with this feel and she saw it in the world. The elf in her kept giving her this uncanny feeling that she was in danger, yet after looking around a bunch of times had to believe that her otherwise sharp sixth-sense would be useless here, and would have to get use to that fact.
It wasn't just the enviroment that felt odd, but Mikodite relized that she had these feelings that she never had before. She felt her blood boil, and not being sure why. Her mother was an occultic priestess of elf decent, but she never knew her father , who could have been anyone and anything. This feeling of power and fire within her was what started to frighten her. The panic beng that the world she was in would change her, perhaps into something mostrosic or worse.
"I've spent too much time standing here thinking it was a mistake to come here," Mikodite told herself, "I got to remember why I'm here... yes, for my world and beyond."
At what appeared to be midnight, Mikodite walked towards the city walls and walked along the border until finding an entrance. She shimmied herself through a tight crack between a steel gate and a stone wall and found herself in a cobblestone city. She figured based on the appearence of the houses that she was in a slum, though this though quickly passed through her mind as her blood still boiled and still worried her.
Eventually, a odd-drunkish man approached her - a very short and stout man with a long brown beard and matching long hair. She walked up to him in a skiddish state and, trying to be calm and composed, asked him "Excuse me, what land I'm I in?"
The man picked up on her bewilderment and worry-filled eyes and replied "You be smoken them herbs or somethin'? Your still in Yliakum. This is Hydlaa city." He then asked mistakenly "You need some monay? I could use some companay, if you know what I maan?"
"I'm not a tart," Mikodite responded in anger, "Thank you for the info now leave me be!" Thne she walked away from him and wondered around the city looking for shelter. This was going to be a long mission.
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Chapter 2: The Welcome Party
Staggering about this city she was in, Mikodite found a small park-like location with grass, a tree and a circle of stone benches. Mikodite took a seat on one of those benches, and started to sort through some of her thoughs. Why did she feel this way? Why was her senses screamming danger when none was present? Why did this feel of fire surge through her? What was it about this world that made her feel so uneasy, so different, so much a stranger in a strange body? How whould this affect her mission?
Her though trail was broken by loud footsteps. She turned around to discover a group of man in torn shirts, raggish pants, and swords. They stared at her with peircing eyes, with the thoughs of malious running through their minds. Finally, the biggest one, likely the leader, stepped towards her while the rest circled and surrounded her.
"Looky ere boys," the big one said when approaching, "how much do yea think she be worth?"
"What do you want?" Mikodite snarled in a tired and contempful voice.
The lead brigand grabbed her by the shoulders. Fighting her feelings impossed by this world, she reached into her belt while the leader proceeded to kiss her. She pulled out a dagger - meant mostly for defence than battle - and pulled her lips away from the brigand.
"Heh, a fighta eh?" he said in her face, "You should be worth entertaining or two, eh? Whadda think bo..." that was when Mikodite stabbed him in the gut and agian in the chest. When he reached down to examine his newly given wounds, Mikodite got enough reach to pass her tiny blade through his throat. He fell to the ground hard. Mikodite though she was safe until she realized that big brigand wasn't alone. The members of his gang enclosed their circle, with one of them saying "You die bach, I get vengence!"
Mikodite quickly spun around to see where everyone was coming from. There was one whose intellengence was as good as an impatient dwarf that charged with his sword. The dagger being useless in a charge would have him causing damage, but Mikodite was the faster combatant, and she dodged his attack with a simple side-step and swung a kick on the back of his head with the grace known to a well-trained ninja. He fell down, and when he got back up, Mikodite abused a hole in the circle thanks to him and she ran down the street. Some of them pursued while others fell back realizing they might have been outclassed. Mikodite realized one was gainning on her and she stopped dead in her tracks and ducked, watching her untrained opponent trip on her and fall to the ground. She got up, throwing a kick at the guy that was behind the one that got tripped. She got him with the kick in the chin, which snapped his neck with a loud cracking sound and he fell to the ground. Mikodite ran into an allyway and finally lost those brigands.
She found herself sitting high on a stone wall, hoping the brigands couldn't climb. There she realized this wold be a very dangerous mission: more dangerous then the king sold to her. Knowing she would be in this world for a while, she would have to get better blades and find a place to sleep. Meanwhile, she sat on the wall and kept lookout for that gang.
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There was something about that fight that had made her feel more natural, as if she was meant to do that. This feeling disturbed her, and she wonder what was happening to her. The magic in this world was changing her entire constitution, making her blood boil with energy and her senses useless. This was why she had no immediate plans to come down from the wall, or sleep. However, as the night rolled in, she eventually submited to sleep.
"Hoy up there!" was the first thing Mikodite heard since falling to sleep. She woke up with a start and saw a man standing at the foot of the wall. He was in aged clothing and had sun-brown hair, sky eyes and a round wonder about him. "Hoy there! How did you get up there?"
"Who are you?" Mikodite asked in that voice one has when they first wake up.
"Hey there, pretty, I asked you first!"
Mikodite got the impression that this man was trustworthy and she jumped down the wall, landing with stealth precision in front of the man. He appeared impressed with this show of agility and then asked "You an angel?"
"No," Mikodite said, "I'm simply trained."
"Trained!?" the man responded, "The last time I saw someone sitting on a wall, it was an angel."
"Sorry to disappoint," Mikodite replied as she straightened out.
"Disappoint? Please. You definintly don't disappoint m'lady," he replied while blushing.
"Do you know where the Inn is?" she asked him, "I'm new to town and do not know where anything is."
"I can take you, no problem," he told her as he looked down the road and gestured Mikodite to follow. She followed him quietly, walking out of the shadow of the wall. The man looked back again and saw the blood on her shirt and pants from the night previous. He stopped in his tracks and grabbed her shoulders in an urgant fashion. With a look of shock he asked "What happened to to you? Are you hur hurt?"
"I was attacked by bandits last night. I'm not hurt," Mikodite replied calmly, "Thanks for your concern."
"My poor girl!" the man responded in anger, "How those damn bandits could lay their hands on an angel like you?"
"I'm not an angel. And it happens," Mikodite said, "I can defend myself."
"Amazing! To the inn we go!" the man stated in excitement, "You can even share my room in the inn! It would be an honour, really!"
Without much in the name of money, and learning how dangerous the town was, Mikodite would have no choice but to take his offer. Returning his offer seemed to really excite him. He lead her to the inn building, stopped, turned and said "By the way, I'm Orchani. Who might you be?"
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[sry this took a while. I got busy and I wasn't sure what would happen next]
Chapter 3: The vengence of the town. Is it over?
Mikodite stared into his eyes. Her steelly green eyes left an impression on him. That was when she learned that she had a power that wasn't there before. It seemed that she could feel the very being of another person. This was strange, as she could sense danger and the sort, but not this. The feeling was frightening, yet intoxicating.
"Mikodite," she finally said to him after a moment of silence.
"Aye, a beautiful name to fit a beautiful angel," Orchani replied in that revelation.
"Thanks, I think," Mikodite responded awkwardly.
"To the room then?" Orchani asked.
Mikodite followed him into the inn lobby. The building was a inn combination tavern, and it was quiet as it would be early in the morning. The barkeep waved as they came in. "Hoy ther good sire, whant can I do for yer and yer lardy friend?" said the bartender obnoxiously.
"Just checking in like I normally do," Orchani replied, "I got myself an angel you know."
"Ite, course yer do," the bartender replied.
After walking up a series of stairs, their room was before them. A small room with a desk, a chair, and a bed: one bed. Mikodite looked around and sighed "home for now."
"It's been my home for a while Miko," Orchani told her, "It ain't easy out there."
"So I figure," Mikodite replied. She then stepped out the room and down the stairs.
She entered the bar area and out the door. Today was when she would find work. She didn't bother to take money with her from her home world because it was likely to be worthless here. Nevertheless, she would need some sort of income if she was to live long enough to complete her mission. As well, Mikodite vowed before leaving her home that she would return to her husband and children, alive and well.
It was a fruitless search. Many of the shops in town were refusing help in fear of being robbed. Times were indeed dark. Day became night, and Mikodite looked at the sky and sighed. It was an alien sky, with no stars and no moon: just complete darkness. The only nights were the ones from peoples houses. It was enough for Mikodite though, as she had nightvision. She decided to head back for the inn, it was late and the town would turn on her.
Too late: she heard a man scream "There she is. Get her!" Mikodite ran from the threat. Men were coming in her direction with torches and swords. After running from street to street, she saw a ledge behind a house. She ducked behind a nearby pile of barrels and then slid herself between the edge of the ledge and the house. She scaled the wall of the house and had lost her pursuers.
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She kept going for as far as she could, until she felt a stabbing pain in her thigh on the left leg. She by instinct slid down the ledge, holding on to the ledge with her hands, then letting herself drop. It wasn't a long drop, but landing with grace was difficult. Mikodite was afraid to look at her leg as she fell to the ground in her stealth-like way. Her leg was hurting even more. She limped on towards a small park, her leg intensifying with pain as she walked. The pain had spread to her calf and up her hip by the time she grabbed a seat on a stone bench. She was very tired, odd considering she didn't run very far and hadn't been in that much pain initially. Listlessly she examined her leg.
It had an arrow sticking out of it. She hadn't seen or heard anything, which was odd, as she felt down its shaft. She was getting groggy and the pain from that arrow had gotten worse and had spread to her torso and other leg. She layed herself on the bench: by now she was in too much pain and was too tired to move. Was this arrow going to kill her? Had it been poisoned, and why if so?
All she knew was that she failed her mission as she drifted into sleep, death sleep, with a tear from her eye.
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[Sorry to those who thinks The Outsider is an annoying tale. It isn't over just yet, and sorry yet again for the long time it took to get the next chapter up]
Chapter 4: First Miracle
Everything was first blurring, then dark, then blurring again as Mikodite feel into death's arms. As she fought inside to stay alive she could feel arms wrap around her, as if lifting her from the bench she was sitting on, the world that had killed her, the reaper taking her to the realm of the dead. She struggled with what energy she had left at the nameless spirit that came to clam her. It wasn't enough as she passed into unconsciousness. She heard the spirit whisper something to her, she could not distinguish what was said but could no longer fight this spirit.
Phasing slowing into consciousness again she felt the spirit lay her on a soft surface. A warm covering was pulled over her and this spirit held her left hand. More whispering was heard but indistinguishable. Becoming more aware she heard someone say "There there, my angel, you will live, you will live." Finally, she could hear everything with clarity as before and she opened her eyes to a familiar setting: the inn room. She found herself in the bed of the inn room her new friend had rented out.
She turned her head to see Orchani sitting in a chair next to her bedside, stroking her left hand. Their eyes meet and his expression widened to that of joy.
"Miko! You have awaken!" Orchani exclaimed, "Thank the heavens your alright."
"Oh... Orchani," Mikodite struggled to say while Orchani kissed her on the forehead.
"The healer was doubtful, but I knew you would be alright. You are an angel after all," Orchani added. Mikodite was still to groggy to argue his claim of her angel attribute.
"What had happened?" Mikodite asked, "Was it poisoned?"
"No Miko, worse," Orchani replied in horror, "the arrowhead was plated with platinum."
"Platinum?" Mikodite asked puzzled. Not that she ever had a close encounter with a weapon made of a precious metal, but how would platinum almost kill her.
"Here is what the healer told me," Orchani began his explianation, "He check the arrowhead with these weird slime stuff, and because they didn't change colour there wasn't any poison. He then did some weird metal test and told me it was platinum. He conclude that your weird dermorian and diaboli heritage made the platinum react to your skin and body. He got the appropriate cleansing salve and told me to pray. So glad you made it."
"My dermorain slash diabloi heritage?" Mikodite asked even more puzzled than before.
"You are Ynnwn my angel, aren't you?" Orchani asked.
"Yes, yes I am," Mikodite said, hoping she didn't sound like she was lying.
"Just rest a bit, Miko," Orchani said in a comforting voice, "even an angel like yourself has a weakness."
"Ochani, I am not an angel," some of Mikodite's strength had returned and she said that to Orchani, and continued with "The healer said it himself. I'm Ynnwn."
"Ynnwn or not, I'm as sure as the Azure Sun lights Yliakum that you are an angel!" Orchani exclaimed.
"The Azure what?" Mikodite asked in confusion. Since when was a sun blue in colour.
"You are quite out of it, aren't you," Orchani remarked, then pulled the covers of the bed to her neck and said "Get some sleep Mikodite. You need to heal."
[Feel free to post comments about the story so I know if this is any good or not]