Chronicles of Siriko - Reborn
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'Sorry!' He apologised as he ran off. The man was quite furious.
'Watch where you're going, street trash!' He yelled. Andre smiled as he slipped a bag of gold into his pocket. Everyone should be happy when they see this. He thought.
As the day continued towards dusk, Andre had already pickpocketed a fair number of people. It was nearly the end of the day and then Andre decided to finish up. With that, he ran by a market stall and grab a rather expensive looking blade. It wasn't too long before the yells could be heard.
'Stop! THIEF!' Yelled out the merchant whose stall it was at. The Guards reacted quite quickly, beginning to run at Andre. Andre slung the blade in its sheath on his back and began running through the crowd, being careful not to knock anyone over. Being quite athletic, coordinated and not wearing a heavy tin suit of armor, Andre quickly outran the guards. He also knew where he was going. He made a sharp turn on the streets and towards the grate that lead to the waterways beneath the city. He knew those waterways very well too. He has done this a lot of times too.
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A lone beautiful doe stood grazing in an open meadow on it's lonesome, just outside the forest it had come from. The sky was clear with sunlight streaming past the few clouds that decorated the endless blue above. On the surface, this land looked perfect and peaceful, but nothing, not even time could hide any of the scars from decades past. Beneath the soil could be buried the remains of warriors of a past war, a war that had been staged over small stretches of land. A war that had been fought ever since the fall of Azadia. A war that is being fought now. Clan wars weren't so uncommon, and they don't generally bother the common folk unless they are directly standing on the battlefield. This being said, people have to be careful where they travel, lest they be caught in the crossfire of combat between two clans who refuse to give up their territory. But some folk do not fear the likes of these warriors.
Suddenly, the doe was taken down in a single strike as a figure ran out quickly and pounced onto it, shortblade in hand and in a moment the doe's neck was severed in a stabbing motion. The deer crumpled to the ground dead, and the figure sheathed the shortblade before picking up the doe and hauling it over their shoulders. The wind blew away the scarf that covered the figure's face and around their neck, revealing the face of a handsome young hunter with the face of someone who had little sense of humour and nearly no time for jokes. This one's name was Raieon Echimarus. He hunted on the same plains ever since he was 12 Years Old, when a survival instinct had kicked in after 4 years of living off pickpocket money and market stall food. People whisper rumours of the clans that battle on the same plains, and Raieon has heard of these rumours. But Raieon cares little for the squabbles of petty noblemen, so long as he gets his way in survival.
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A lone wolf stood beside a stream with his head dipped to drink from the pure waters of the forest, the serene atmosphere of Sedonia's Deepening Forests present as ever. The laughter of the forest nymphs could be heard as they sang and danced amongst the trees, the sounds of the animals of the forest and the waving of the tree branches in the gentle forest breeze. The sweet soothing sound of the flowing crystal-clear stream, and the mysterious soft humming of the Mystirica in the air. Suddenly the nymphs went quiet, the birds ceased chirping and the trees had become still. Even the wolf had stopped drinking, growling and baring it's teeth in scorn instead. For something upstream had tainted the pure waters with blood and dead flesh. The wolf howled and then turned tail, sprinting off into the forest beside the stream at near-lightning fast speed.
A young Wood Elf Ranger stood beneath a large Mystiric Oak tree beside a small lake where the stream fed into. After a few breaths and counts, the Wood Elf knocked five arrows into her bow within two heartbeats and on the third fired them all at once on a horizontal axis. The arrows each struck one of five hay Hume-sized dolls hanging from the branches of a tree a fair distance away. And each arrow struck each target precise to the head. The Ranger smiled and then walked over to the lake and knelt beside it, cupping water into her hands and drinking from the crystal clear waters. This Ranger was none other than Sylph Silvershadows. Suddenly she heard something and she turned around quickly. She then smiled as she saw her trusty companion, Solaril the dire wolf, who sat by almost like a trained dog. The only thing was, Solaril only obeyed Sylph and no other.
'Hello again Solaril.' Sylph greeted cheerfully as she turned back to the steam. 'Have you found anything interesting?' Sylph asked as she washed her face. Solaril barked a few sounds, and Sylph looked at him. 'Are you sure?' Sylph asked. Solaril barked again, sounding sort of affirmative. Sylph turned back to the stream and stared into her reflection in the pristine water. She then dipped her hand into the lake and then withdrew it, touching her lips with the water again. She then tasted blood and death, filthy sacrament that only meant one thing. 'That bastard is in the forests again...' Sylph muttered coldly as she stared out past the trees into the distance.
The two set out quickly, heading up stream with swift haste and with the forest wind on their backs. Within a minute or so, Sylph and Solaril reached the point of the stream they were looking for, but not what they liked. Sylph looked out around the shallow part of the stream where some people crossed over to get to Iruit Village from Casina Village. But instead of just a peaceful shallow stream that showed the evident dirt road beneath it was a nightmarish bloodbath. An innocent merchant caravan had been murdered at this point, the bleeding corpses floating on the water. Sylph could tell it was a merchant caravan because she recalled it from before on her scouting shift around the forest. But she didn't find the horse or the wagon that was with the caravan. She then looked at the road to Iruit Village and she could sense the cold malicious presence that had killed the caravan moving towards the village. Before Sylph did much else, she put her fingers to her lips and whistled loudly, her whistle echoing through the forests. Sylph then followed the trail towards Iruit Village, bow and arrows ready at hand for when she may need them.
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You have only one life. It's yours, and yours alone. Only you can choose the ultimate goal of your life, and you'll have a lifetime to do it. No one else can change that, only influence your decision. Good or bad, hero or villain, that choice always comes down to you. But what are those two terms but two sides of the same coin? When you pick heads, there's always tails. When you pick tails, there is always heads. No matter which side you pick, there will always be the other side. Where ever there is light, there is shadow. Where ever there are heroes, there are villains.
Me? I'm no different to you, I am given a life and I have a choice to make on what I do with it. But not only do I take issue on what I do, it is who I meet and where it will get me. That is the versatility of free will.
So then tell me, what is your story?
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Andre watched from his place on the side of the streets of marketplace of Valanastre, as the many people, humes, elves, beastmen, walked the streets. The city's buildings towering high above. The heavy sound of the bustling streets was mixed with the sounds of peddlers and merchants shouting out their goods and bartering with the people. The Eradian Guard watched the streets for any signs of trouble from the sides of the street. Andre smiled and then stepped out into the open street, looking for a potential victim. He then spotted a man wearing expensive green silk clothing with quite a clean face. Andre moved a few steps to get a few paces behind the man. As his victim then veered in to browse through a peddler's inventory, Andre quickly ran into him. By "accident".Me? I'm no different to you, I am given a life and I have a choice to make on what I do with it. But not only do I take issue on what I do, it is who I meet and where it will get me. That is the versatility of free will.
So then tell me, what is your story?
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'Sorry!' He apologised as he ran off. The man was quite furious.
'Watch where you're going, street trash!' He yelled. Andre smiled as he slipped a bag of gold into his pocket. Everyone should be happy when they see this. He thought.
As the day continued towards dusk, Andre had already pickpocketed a fair number of people. It was nearly the end of the day and then Andre decided to finish up. With that, he ran by a market stall and grab a rather expensive looking blade. It wasn't too long before the yells could be heard.
'Stop! THIEF!' Yelled out the merchant whose stall it was at. The Guards reacted quite quickly, beginning to run at Andre. Andre slung the blade in its sheath on his back and began running through the crowd, being careful not to knock anyone over. Being quite athletic, coordinated and not wearing a heavy tin suit of armor, Andre quickly outran the guards. He also knew where he was going. He made a sharp turn on the streets and towards the grate that lead to the waterways beneath the city. He knew those waterways very well too. He has done this a lot of times too.
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A lone beautiful doe stood grazing in an open meadow on it's lonesome, just outside the forest it had come from. The sky was clear with sunlight streaming past the few clouds that decorated the endless blue above. On the surface, this land looked perfect and peaceful, but nothing, not even time could hide any of the scars from decades past. Beneath the soil could be buried the remains of warriors of a past war, a war that had been staged over small stretches of land. A war that had been fought ever since the fall of Azadia. A war that is being fought now. Clan wars weren't so uncommon, and they don't generally bother the common folk unless they are directly standing on the battlefield. This being said, people have to be careful where they travel, lest they be caught in the crossfire of combat between two clans who refuse to give up their territory. But some folk do not fear the likes of these warriors.
Suddenly, the doe was taken down in a single strike as a figure ran out quickly and pounced onto it, shortblade in hand and in a moment the doe's neck was severed in a stabbing motion. The deer crumpled to the ground dead, and the figure sheathed the shortblade before picking up the doe and hauling it over their shoulders. The wind blew away the scarf that covered the figure's face and around their neck, revealing the face of a handsome young hunter with the face of someone who had little sense of humour and nearly no time for jokes. This one's name was Raieon Echimarus. He hunted on the same plains ever since he was 12 Years Old, when a survival instinct had kicked in after 4 years of living off pickpocket money and market stall food. People whisper rumours of the clans that battle on the same plains, and Raieon has heard of these rumours. But Raieon cares little for the squabbles of petty noblemen, so long as he gets his way in survival.
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A lone wolf stood beside a stream with his head dipped to drink from the pure waters of the forest, the serene atmosphere of Sedonia's Deepening Forests present as ever. The laughter of the forest nymphs could be heard as they sang and danced amongst the trees, the sounds of the animals of the forest and the waving of the tree branches in the gentle forest breeze. The sweet soothing sound of the flowing crystal-clear stream, and the mysterious soft humming of the Mystirica in the air. Suddenly the nymphs went quiet, the birds ceased chirping and the trees had become still. Even the wolf had stopped drinking, growling and baring it's teeth in scorn instead. For something upstream had tainted the pure waters with blood and dead flesh. The wolf howled and then turned tail, sprinting off into the forest beside the stream at near-lightning fast speed.
A young Wood Elf Ranger stood beneath a large Mystiric Oak tree beside a small lake where the stream fed into. After a few breaths and counts, the Wood Elf knocked five arrows into her bow within two heartbeats and on the third fired them all at once on a horizontal axis. The arrows each struck one of five hay Hume-sized dolls hanging from the branches of a tree a fair distance away. And each arrow struck each target precise to the head. The Ranger smiled and then walked over to the lake and knelt beside it, cupping water into her hands and drinking from the crystal clear waters. This Ranger was none other than Sylph Silvershadows. Suddenly she heard something and she turned around quickly. She then smiled as she saw her trusty companion, Solaril the dire wolf, who sat by almost like a trained dog. The only thing was, Solaril only obeyed Sylph and no other.
'Hello again Solaril.' Sylph greeted cheerfully as she turned back to the steam. 'Have you found anything interesting?' Sylph asked as she washed her face. Solaril barked a few sounds, and Sylph looked at him. 'Are you sure?' Sylph asked. Solaril barked again, sounding sort of affirmative. Sylph turned back to the stream and stared into her reflection in the pristine water. She then dipped her hand into the lake and then withdrew it, touching her lips with the water again. She then tasted blood and death, filthy sacrament that only meant one thing. 'That bastard is in the forests again...' Sylph muttered coldly as she stared out past the trees into the distance.
The two set out quickly, heading up stream with swift haste and with the forest wind on their backs. Within a minute or so, Sylph and Solaril reached the point of the stream they were looking for, but not what they liked. Sylph looked out around the shallow part of the stream where some people crossed over to get to Iruit Village from Casina Village. But instead of just a peaceful shallow stream that showed the evident dirt road beneath it was a nightmarish bloodbath. An innocent merchant caravan had been murdered at this point, the bleeding corpses floating on the water. Sylph could tell it was a merchant caravan because she recalled it from before on her scouting shift around the forest. But she didn't find the horse or the wagon that was with the caravan. She then looked at the road to Iruit Village and she could sense the cold malicious presence that had killed the caravan moving towards the village. Before Sylph did much else, she put her fingers to her lips and whistled loudly, her whistle echoing through the forests. Sylph then followed the trail towards Iruit Village, bow and arrows ready at hand for when she may need them.