Into Lands Unknown Take I

[Arkelos 1027]

((A Continuation of[url=http://www.lordofthecraft.net/forum/index.php?/topic/54254-syrilas-departure/] Syrila's Departure %5BClick%5D))

 

 

Drip.. drip.. drip..

Water splashed the figure’s face as she growled, opening her eyes to see the damage. Only seeing a ruined boat, Rainwater hitting her face as she groaned, lifting herself up. Looking around as she saw a vast field of green. Looking around her as she looked for any signs of Humanity, only seeing her boat, destroyed in whatever disaster occurred while sailing. she checked her body, looking for injuries as she shed her clothing to check, and then putting a clean set of robes on her elven frame as she sighed.

“Where am I..?” She sighed, standing up as sudden pressure hit her head like a ton of bricks, falling backwards as she groaned in pain, landing on her rear. Slowly, she tries again, legs clicking as she rises, ears twitching as she walks away from the wreckage, spotting a weathered and rotting house in the distance as she slowly walked back to her boat, searching it for supplies that survived the crash.

She pulls a crate out, opening it and finding, to her surprise her bedroll, her blades and emergency rations, all a bit wet and beaten from being tossed as she looks down at them smiling to herself. “Everything will be alright now. There is enough food here to last me a few weeks, bad or not, and I can get more during that time.” she assures herself, dragging the crate behind her as she places it a safe distance away. “Now I just need to find my clothing, wet or not, it’s definitely somewhere”

Hours pass as she drags more chests out, getting tired as she doesn’t check them. She looks at her bedroll, and the rotten house. Dragging the chest with the food inside the rotten house as she rests. “Well, at least its something. Maybe if I get bored, I’ll make something else..” she says, spreading her bedroll out, falling asleep on her bedroll, in Lands Unknown.

 

A cold night in Holm, much like any other night or day. However, what was more cold, more frigid was the bond of love between Syrila and her lover, Tassel. Tassel, knowingly or not, had left signs of adultery in Holm, Syrila had seen Tassel’s children, of which were not of Syrila’s blood.

She was furious, she knew Tassel didn’t know of this child’s existance, however there was no denying it. The figure, the eyes, the hair. So very much like him. She knew that those in Holm did not side with her anymore, whispers going about that Syrila had only taken Holm to further her lust for power. However, Syrila merely wanted her and the people whom lived in Holm to live under her, and keep the peace.

But if they did not want her, and if Tassel obviously did not want her, Syrila would leave. She would take her boat, The Guardian’s Gallow, and sail off into the night. She would, however, need to keep her intentions a secret to her former lover, so she would not do anything to get in the way of Syrila’s plans.

Packing her chests, hoarding her food from the farm, she sent the Head farmers on tasks that would take them long periods of time. Syrila taking what she wanted, from breads to meats, reeds to books as she took it all to Underholm, storing it in piled of collected snow. She had her food, enough to last her the journey, but the next part would be the biggest, and most difficult.

Syrila smiled as she looked to her children, Zarovia, Bebith, and Luath. Smiling brightly as she picked each up and fed them from her bosom, singing them to sleep as Syrila picked them up, taking them to the boat. She had one more child to bring, one that passed on before it could take breath. Digging up the grave of the child she named after her Father, Vardak. She took the casket, dragging it to the boat during the night as her orcish muscles on her elven frame gleamed in the snow.

With the children safe, the boat ready, people celebrating the kings birthday, Syrila’s farmhand, Titania had found Syrila before she reached Underholm, they conversed, and Syrila, quickly thinking, told Titania that Syrila would like to give Tassel the biggest, sweetest cake. Titania nodding, quickly taking her leave as Syrila grinned, walking briskly into Underholm as she pulled the chests from the melted snow pile.

Loading the boat, Syrila smiled again, she was ready to set off. Her hired hands taking the wheel as Syrila quickly untied the ropes, the Captain of the ship asking if Syrila was ready. Nodding, the boat, the children, and her Queenship sailed away, making their way to the Cloud Temple.

Upon docking, Syrila quickly took her children off the boat, telling the Captain to stay there until she returned. The Captain nodding slowly as she walked away, making it to the center as she smiled, looking at the monks as they smiled back.

Syrila, against doing so, gave Zarovia, Bebith, and Luath to the monks, telling them that where she was going would be too dangerous for children. The Monk’s agreed, as if they had a choice, Syrila’s eyes welling up as she quickly walked away. Looking at the Captain as Syrila spoke.

“Let us go, I’ve said my goodbyes.”

 

Syrila and her Captain Zeke had spent days on end on the boat, conversing their plans as Syrila Made mention of how this boat was quite old. The captain agreeing with Syrila, asking her if she wanted to find a new boat, or even have a new one made. Syrila nodding, though not giving a response.

“Well if ya want a new boat, I can get ya a shipwright ta build ya a new smaller boat, to be honest, it’s a bit difficult ta do this alone, ya know?” The captain spoke as Syrila nodded, opening her mouth and speaking “Fine, as long as we can store the supplies and food, then you can get us a smaller, easier to handle boat.”

The captain nodded happily, taking the wheel and spinning it quickly, the boat turning around as he set a course for the nearest Shipwright.

Two more days passed as they docked in a murky swamp filled with impressive boats, tons of humans and elves working on masts, extending docks, cleaning the decks of the ships and stopping as the boat docked. They ran to the boat, tying the boat down as they brought in the stairs for both Syrila and Zeke as they descended.

Zeke motioned to Syrila, Syrila following him into the swamp until they reached a small home, Zeke hitting the door hard, which somewhat made Syrila jump. A few seconds passed as the door opened, a large human walking out and looking at Zeke with a smile.

“Well ah’ll beh a sonovaskaher.” The large human chuckled as he spoke “Zeke ol’ friend, ‘he nether ya doin’ back ‘ere?” Zeke smiled, Tapping the human’s chest as he motions to Syrila, who stands there with her ears twitching. “This here is my friend, Syrila, the former Queen of Holm, shes leaving and we need a smaller boat for ‘wo, plus storage.” Zeke said, the human smiling as Syrila smiled as well. “Well well well, a ‘alfbreed Queen? Yer obviously Elf and orc, mixed around ta some divine figure. Nice ta meetcha, I’m Krak, the head shipwright of this place. I could get yer boat done in no time. If yer willing ta trade yer crown, that is.”

Syrila shrugged, giving up her crown easily to Krak as Syrila smiled. “As long as you let me keep my other boat here, then were fine.” Krak responded with a chuckle, nodding as he motions for Syrila and Zeke to follow him to the docks.

Syrila and Zeke stayed on their other boat as the shipwright barked orders to the other builders, the sounds of construction sending Syrila into a deep sleep, she found peace in the sound of work, since she had not heard it since Syrila had become Queen of Holm so many years ago.

 

In her quiet slumber, Syrila began to dream. A vast field of green all around her with rolling hills, beautiful mountains with snow covered peaks. She smiled as a mighty wind passed by, looking back as she saw a large black body with fur of red flame and purple eyes. Jumping backwards as the spirit chuckled at her.

“Ya don’t remember me, do you?” he said sarcastically as he walked around her, circling. “You don’t remember me giving you your first staff as a shaman? Helping you in the Realm of Spirits against Zenkrath?” The wolf spirit stops, looking at Syrila. Syrila smiles and nods, looking at Artmos.

“Why exactly are you communicating to me? What is left for me to do Art’mos? Surely you realize the orcs had casted me out. I don’t have a teacher..” she says, sighing. Art’mos chuckling as he walks up to Syrila, nuzzling his head against hers as she pets him. “And here we are, you somehow finding your way into the realm of spirits, without a teacher. You really think you’ve lost your touch because you lost your true self?”

Syrila bites her lip, tilting her head, “What do you mean ‘Lost my true self?’” she says inquisitively, hands to her sides as Art’mos lays down in front of her, eyes open. “You know, becoming Queen, forsaking the children you had with Mogroka, leaving them all behind, you were being greedy. Now, now you have the chance to come back. Why not take the chance, forget about Holm, and try your damnedest to be an orc again?”

“Become an orc again..” she repeats “I would... like to see them again, but Holm.. I’m pretty sure they want me dead.” Art’mos chuckles, head rising as he stops suddenly, looking at Syrila, “Follow my plan dear, and you’ll be fine. We have work to do, alright?”

Syrila nods, walking over to her spirit as she pets his head, laying with him. “I missed you, old friend.” Art’mos smiling as he remained quiet, both falling asleep peacefully.

The plan was quite simple, Syrila now fully awake as she felt connected once more to her spirits of Fire, Art’mos and Death, Zenkrath. However, she was very rusty, only able to commune mentally to them as she sat upon the deck, meditating as she light a few sticks around her. Closing her eyes, she recited the incantation Mogroka had taught her long ago.

“Motram Motram Sakarah Sakarah Surmoto Surmoto.” she smiles, the sticks turning into wild flames as the image of her spirit Artmos appeared before her, Artmos staying in his wolf form as he looked down upon Syrila. “And now Zenkrath.” Art’mos said, looking at Syrila with a grin. Syrila keeping her eyes closed as she nodded.

She began the second incantation, smiling to herself as her memory served her well.

“Krut Krut Lokt Lokt Trok Trok Matra Matra Lok!” in that moment, a purple patch of fog appeared from seemingly nowhere, advancing out of it seemed to be the corpse of a drake, one half of it’s body was skeletal, while the other covered in black scales, the skeletal side holding a massive blade of which he tossed back into the purple fog, crossing his arms and looked at Art’mos.

“I don’t approve of this plan, wolf.” Zenkrath frowned at Art’mos as Art’mos looked at him with a sly grin. “Thats cus ya have ta do the most work! You’re just lazy, look, if shes gonna ever go back and see her lifemate, shes gonna need our help, like we agreed upon long ago, now give her her staff back, and stop bein’ a killjoy!” Art’mos nudged Zenkrath. Zenknrath looking down at her as he quickly raised his hand, and from the realm of spirits, materialized her Obsidian scaled staff, the bottom tip resembling a halberd with metallic flames etched onto it, the cracked stone tip glowing a dim read as he handed it to her, remaining emotionless.

“Now were gonna need ya, Zenky, you’re going to take the shape of some corpses, and one of them is gonna look like Syrila here, alright? I’ll direct the boat to Holm, while you just make the boat look as spooky as possible. Just make it look legitimate, and we should be good to go, no?”

They all agreed, Zenkrath would do what he could, Art’mos would as well, and Syrila would gather up some remains, to sell off as her body. She sighed, there was no turning back, and for this, she must be ready to do what was needed.

 

Syrila returned to the boat, carrying a large pile of bones from hunting as she looked at Art’mos, who had been resting, Art’mos’ nose twitching as he smelled them and looked at Syrila, “Say buddy ol’ pal.. mind givin’ me one of those there bones for me to chew on? It’ll definitely give me enough energy to pull this boat back to Holm.” Syrila giggled, nodding as she handed him a large bone from the pile.

“Mi wuz gunna gib lat ash.” she says, Art’mos’ ears going back as he snickered. “Speakin’ the blah again? Good start, good start, and I assume that you killed more than skeletons for those there bones?” he snickered, taking the bone and happily biting down as he kept his eye on Syrila.

“Eghredin am cymin byck ta mi, ids lyke mi nebba leab da Goi!” She said happily, bringing the bones over to Zenkrath as she looks up, Zenkrath staring as he lets out a bone shaking groan. “Alright. I guess I should probably practice making a deathly version of you, no?” Syrila smirked, looking at the bones as she laid them down. She had enough for a corpse, looking at Zenkrath, “Du lat nyd aghnehdin else?” she said, Zenkrath shaking his head as he stopped. “Actually, I can only mimic death, I can’t mimic clothing. I’m going to need a set of clothing to wear, like what you’re wearing.”

Syrila looked down, as Art’mos chuckled. “Dressin’ like a girl, huh Zenky? I knew you were awkward, but this just takes it to another level.” Zenkrath growled as his purple eyes flared up, glaring at Art’mos. “You shut your mouth, wolf, or I’ll just go back to the spirit world.”

While they bickered, Syrila quickly took her dress off, underneath her dress lay her orcish wear, a simple red and black outfit, She threw the dress to the ground, looking at the bickering couple. “Ukee fespirids, lat stuup blah-klompin’, lat am buuth ugleh.”, both the spirits turned their heads, Art’mos chuckling as Zenkrath cracked a crooked grin, before laughing, “Fine, but he’s still dressin’ like a woman.”

Syrila sighed, looking at them both as she said. “Letz gu, id am tyme to ged dis duune.”

The plan went off without a hitch, Zenkrath couldn’t make a perfect copy, so he made the illusion of a purple mist rotting the body from it’s core, before motioning to some remains under the bed in front of the citizenry of Holm. All of them now believed Syrila was dead, even Mogroka, who had taken the corpse to burn it believed she was dead.

The plan was executed flawlessly, her spirits returning back to Syrila as she was getting ready to sail with Zeke on the new, much smaller boat. Looking back at her spirits as she motioned for them to return to the spirit world.

Both of them vanished as Syrila and Zeke set sail. Tragedy would soon hit as a massive storm knocked Zeke from the ship while Syrila slept, leaving him in the middle of the ocean, the boat sailing without anyone to navigate as it crashed upon the shores, of Lands Unknown.

 

Waking from her nap, Syrila smiled as daylight shined upon her home, looking about as she began the day quickly, rising to her feet as she walked from the rotten building, an abundance of wildlife grazing upon the verdant green fields that rolled like earthen waves in front of her, she herself looked insignificant to it’s majesty as she took in the sounds, the smells, as she grinned to herself, orcish tusks gleaming on an Elven frame covered in muscle. Taking her axe out as she smiles, chasing down a few animals.

After she slaughtered a few wild boar and wild bovine, syrila dragged them to the house and began skinning them, removing the organs and placing them in one of the ruined chests she dragged from the boat. “Fertilizer..” she repeated, emptying out the two swine and one bovine as she went over to the house, taking some dead wood off and grabbing some rocks, preparing a giant spit roast as blood from the animals covered her body, shining brightly against the suns rays.

Placing a boar on the spitroast, she slowly turned it, evenly cooking the pig over a few hours, taking her emergency rations to hold her over as she leaves the pig to finish cooking.

Staring at the feils, Syrila smiled as she didn’t see a monster in sight, she decided to take this day to herself and her feast of pig, as it finished cooked. The smell of roasted pig filled the air, not really enhanced with much but the old wood, giving it a bit of a dried taste as Syrila chewed upon the corpse with a smile, a warm meal filling her belly as she leaned upon a rock she dragged over while the pig cooked.

Satisfied with her hunt, her meal, and the day, Syrila cleaned up and put the remains of the big, especially the bones away in the chest with the innards, saving a good majority of the pig in another chest. She had feasted like the Queen she had been at one time, relaxing on a deserted island, yet as night rose, her blood began to boil, the huntress inside her awoken as her bloodlust finally brought itself out, grabbing her axe as she adorned her battle armor.

Ready for the hunt, Syrila looked about as she spotted nothing, no monsters, no animals around as she sighed heavily. Looking to the corpse of the cow as she let out a mighty roar, shaking the earth as she slammed her axe down on the corpse as she continued, cutting the bovine in half as her face twisted into a sick demented grin, blood spraying across her face as she completely cut the cow in half.

She panted raggedly, ears perking up as she heard the moaning and groaning of the dead nearby, perhaps baited in by the smell of blood and death as Syrila chases the sounds, climbing over small hills as her eyes widened, there had to be a hundred, no... two hundred zombies, and skeleton wielding blades, all of them moaning and groaning as they suddenly stopped, looking up at Syrila as Syrila’s eyes went wide.

Turning around, she quickly was greeted by another horde of monsters, lead by a giant black figure, screeching sickeningly. Syrila, backing up in reflex, slowly lost her footing on the cliffside, slipping into the horde below...

[Artisane 8]

Is interested.

[Stag 3231]

What an excellent story! I look forward to its continuation

[Arkelos 1027]

Part 5 has been posted, the prologue shall be finished later today, or when I feel like it ^^

Oh, and if anyone is wondering

The Epilogue and Prologue are connected

Parts 1-5 are flashbacks leading up to the Epilogue.

[Tentoa 3160]

((*cough* No, Syilra never saw Namiir or Isabelle at any point, both Dr. Lyle and I can attest to this. However you plainly stated that your separate character: Kyral had TOLD Syrila about them. And as far as I can remember, you aren't allowed to do this.

EDIT: Actually reading over the story more I can see that she took all three children, despite the fact in past Roleplay we had Cynari (Zaroiva) with us. And being unwillingly involved in the children I disprove of Syrila taking them as it would drastically alter previous roleplay. Decolamb's character was also involved with them and while I can't speak for her I know Tassel had a death-grip on those children and wouldn't let them leave, he slept with their crib by his bed as I recall.))

[DecoLamb 959]

((You would never have taken the children, Tassel would have NEVER allowed it near the end of their relationship. Syrila was rarely there caring for the children, and Tassel took them as well as the crown jewels when he left. Not to mention Tassel has proved to be an absolute madman when it comes to protecting his children, plus the entire house Thyone and their associates would rise up the second Tassel's children would be in danger, since he was in a relationship with one of their members. This is easily proven by how quickly they came in force when Cynari was 'enslaved' on an rp thread in which many Thyrone, Cethis, and Tassel all lurched forward to protect her and bring her home.

THEN, after retrieving his wayward daughter, sent her into the holds of the Thyone, to keep her from ever being unwatched again. There is no possible way Tassel would ever let any of his children escape his overbearing guardianship without all hell breaking loose, and you know this.

Not to mention that just like Tentoa stated, she never saw the children that Tassel had with Majora. Those children were there only twice, both times under Tassel's very watchful eye and when Syrila was absent.

Third. Tassel would never take anything from Titania or any of the residents of Holm after dealing with the Relgaud situation.

Fourth, the children's names where Cynaria, Bebbith, and Luath. You'd think you'd at least remember the names of the kids you made, I still have the notepad page from when we were making them.

Fifth. This needs to be restated, Tassel would have NEVER let his children be taken from him. He is also still alive and well with his children and current wife, off in a secret place where he can protect and watch over them, far away from Syrila's influence.

Oh, and SIXTH. Tassel never once celebrated his birthday in game. He never even told anyone what his birthday was, mainly because he didn't even know it himself. So that little section of your story is an outright lie.))

[Tentoa 3160]

((

she knew Tassel didn’t know of this child’s existance,

Majora told Tassel off the start of the pregnancy the children were his.

Tassel, knowingly or not, had left signs of adultery in Holm, Syrila had seen Tassel’s children, of which were not of Syrila’s blood.

Nope:I play Isabelle whom was never in Holm until Syrila was pronounced dead. Dr.Lyle plays Namiir and through conversing with him on a daily basis I know that Syrila never saw him, only Kyral did, and if Kyral told Syrila that's meta-gaming. Furthermore: Majora was raised by a large group of Psychopaths who killed and ate people on a daily basis(Thyone). She knows a thing or two about cleaning messes up and would know better than to anger a 10 foot tall queen. . .

And actually the children were kept at Majora's farm in the middle of the wilds (real place) where I can attest I've never seen you at.

With the children safe, the boat ready, people celebrating the kings birthday,

No one. I repeat: NO ONE. EVER celebrated Tassel's birthday, ever. Majora: The woman who married and loves him. Doesn't even know what day it is on.

Syrila smiled as she looked to her children, Zarovia, Bebith, and Luath. Smiling brightly as she picked each up and fed them from her bosom, singing them to sleep as Syrila picked them up, taking them to the boat.

You mean the children Tassel had beside his bed when he slept? And was nearly psychopathic in his paranoia over?

Oh and I remember the roleplay of Syrila 'leaving' she WAVED to everyone on the dock, Tassel, Majora and Cethis were all there and she stated: "Bye Tassel, I'm off to Ulahd!" So that's not how it happened. And I'm not okay with it being changed and disrupting character development that was caused by it. (And there was) ))

[Arkelos 1027]

Locked.

I'll talk to both of you in private

[Thatpyrodude 2008]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.