(Venora) Saber's Edge

Kayleigh puts herself in a difficult position.

The seven Duchies of Central Rynmere and their respective baronies, cities, towns, villages, and landmarks each overseen by a Duke of one of the seven noble families and ultimately controlled by the King of Rynmere.
User avatar
Kayleigh
Posts: 230
Joined: Tue Dec 06, 2016 8:28 am
Race: Lion Person
Profession: Freelancer
Renown: 49
Character Sheet
Plot Notes
Templates
Letters
Point Bank Thread
Wealth Tier: Tier 5

Contribution

Milestones

RP Medals

Miscellaneous

(Venora) Saber's Edge

Image
She was safe! Albeit too close to comfort earlier what with being in close proximity, her escape from the thug's grip had been secured after a well placed kick. Kay honestly wasn't sure if she'd went too high or too low, but seeing as how the man fell with a groan and whimper; she counted herself very lucky to have made it out alive. Though not unscathed for sure. She took notice of the lady knight that had intervened earlier, her eyes alight with awe now that she could admire the woman up close. Indeed it was hard to be able to do such things like introductions, let alone actual observations, of those who intervened in such tense moments much like earlier. To face her rescuer now though, Kayleigh couldn't help but feel relief.

Relief that showed as she sighed exhaustively before finally responding, the tension in her shoulders eased as the cold reminded her of its bitterness. "Just a few scrapes and bruises." She assured the knight whose hair was a brightly blonde color, as far as the songstress could tell from where she lay. At the offer of a hand up she accepted humbly no less, determined to pull her own weight up to a full stand once more. Goodness though her legs were extremely wobbly! She hadn't considered how much they'd feel like jelly, after the initial rush of excitement came to pass at least. The poor girl could still feel her heart pound loudly, the adrenaline's kick only now passed as she nodded to the lady in appreciation. But wait...

"You... know my name?" She checked out of quick curiosity as she thought back on it, not once in that fight did she remember her name ever being shared. Indeed while that fact remained a mystery that would sooner or later reveal itself, there still lived a weighty decision that had to come. Her fight alongside the farmer was nothing more than just a determinable struggle, one that could've just as easily turned out for the worse without the aid. At the offer Kayleigh accepted her saber once more, a little reassured to have it back in her possession again. She looked from the living to her sword and with a step taken, Kayleigh heavily considered what she wanted to do. This man worst of all had every inclination to not just kill her, but torture her in the vilest of ways no doubt.

Yet now... a life was in her very hands at least. A life which she didn't deem herself, nor any other mortal, worthy of taking for their own. She felt spite and pity yes but these men... Though cruel and unjust deserved a better fate than what she deemed necessary. Kayleigh raised her sword and while it felt good to watch him flinch, she drew it over to where it's point went back inside it's scabbard. She returned the blade to its resting place and that definitely caught both bandit and farmer off guard, however Kayleigh believed her reason would reflect well in her choice. "Your life isn't mine to take, though I've held it in my hand once now; and that should be enough to warn you." Plus she doubted the criminal could stand the thought of being left alive by a woman, since he thought so lowly of how they shouldn't handle tools such as weapons. "However whether Pier and Pre themselves come for you, I pray it be as merciful as I was if not even more so. It's cold out there and the way I see it... You'll need more than luck to survive it alone."

At that note she turned to check on her fellow traveler the farmer, although she had to refrain from looking anywhere close to the injury. Even the sight of her own coat's sleeve felt risky, as it could've sparked a panic attack when her legs already felt weakened. Still with her other hand pressed against that part of her arm, she looked to their timely rescuer with appreciation in her eyes. "Thank you. As courageous as you may think it was... I was really only trying to survive this entire ordeal." And survive she did, yet she hadn't quite figured out who this knightly figure was. "You've called me by name, but you may also call me Kay if you prefer. Might I ask your's as well m'lady?"
word count: 758
"Can you tell me what hurts more? Is it remembering... or forgetting?"


NPCs Renown Rolls Timeline Influences Pantheons Trove Property Workshop Rambles Vlogs
Image
User avatar
Whisper
Posts: 1767
Joined: Thu Feb 05, 2015 10:36 pm
Race: Naerikk
Profession: Storyteller
Renown: 394
Plot Notes
Partner
Personal Journal
Templates
Wealth Tier: Tier 1

Featured

Contribution

Milestones

RP Medals

Staff

Miscellaneous

Events

(Venora) Saber's Edge

Image
The Knight reached out a hand in an offer to steady the other woman, smile faltering for a moment. Kayleigh seemed to be shaking slightly, and swaying slightly too much for her to be entirely confident that she was okay. Though mostly unharmed - at least, nothing like any severe bleeding - she was quite clearly exhausted. “Take a moment, you’re okay,” she murmured, peering down at the young woman with concern.

But the apparent exhaustion didn’t last long, when another surge of adrenaline allowed Kayliegh a second wind of sorts. Surprising, who the battle was over. The smile returned, warm and kind, the type of smile a mother bestows upon her child when they reach down to pick up a child who tried, failed, but tried again anyway, with barely more success. It was a smile of pride, spreading to her eyes to crease at the corners.

I know you, Kayleigh,” she replied, in just the annoyingly cryptic way that Kayleigh no doubt would hate as an answer to her question. But she said no more, indicating as she had to the man at their feet. It mattered just as much as Kayleigh’s courage and skill in battle. Moreso, really.

Handing over the saber when Kayleigh reached out to accept it, Qylios’ gaze now did not leave the young woman’s. She watched to determine reactions, to try to gain insight into whatever was going on in the mortal’s mind. Little was written across the girl’s face as she breathed slowly, staring at the bandit. The blade moved, as, the Immortal saw out of the corner of her eye, did the farmer and the bandit in front of them. Her eyes still did not leave Kayleigh.

The sword was sheathed, and Qylios’ smile widened imperceptibly. Her soul was as courageous as her spirit. The bandit’s fate was sealed by the one person who could decided, and the Immortal respected that. He was forgotten for the moment, the Knight stepping away. “You speak as if you believe what you just did is trivial,” Qylios’ brow furrowed. “Survival is anything but trivial, just as Death. Just because it is common, that does not mean it is trivial. Death is the most common thing in existence and the only thing every creature shares.

The Immortal paused and examined her comrade from battle thoughtfully. In that moment, her eyes showed her years, telling Kayleigh that she had lived through so much more than petty battles with bandits. Her smile told her that she was still living. “Yet, I would hardly call that trivial when our lives are ruled by it, its impacts, and our fear of it. Survival is nothing to shrug about.

But she bowed her body into a shallow, but courteous, show of respect. “It would be my honour, Kay.” She reached out, arm now extended in a display of true friendship, rather than an attempt to support the girl. If Kayleigh accepted, they would grasp forearms. Kayleigh’s arm would glow with a luminescence that could rival the sun itself, even making the fresh snow around them appear grey and dull. Searing into Kayleigh’s retina, the band of light swirled around their grasped arms, and the sensation of Qylios’ - who now needed no introduction - arm would disappear long before the glow of light truly faded.
word count: 560
User avatar
Kayleigh
Posts: 230
Joined: Tue Dec 06, 2016 8:28 am
Race: Lion Person
Profession: Freelancer
Renown: 49
Character Sheet
Plot Notes
Templates
Letters
Point Bank Thread
Wealth Tier: Tier 5

Contribution

Milestones

RP Medals

Miscellaneous

(Venora) Saber's Edge

Image
Kayleigh's decision would probably be ultimately one that defined her as a person, whether she wanted to believe it or not, therefore her eyes were calm if not peaceful with her decision. Even then she still felt her hands tremble from the decision, and could very well see both the farmer and the bandit were surprised by her decision. Rather quickly the lone bandit wormed himself away from the two women, eager to keep a hold of his precious life now that it'd been spared once more. Though that still left the swordmaiden to learn who her savior was, which she'd do so soon in a most unexpected sort of way. The knight knew her? But how? That statement made little sense and it did indeed frustrate her, mostly because the girl knew she couldn't be so well known by others.

But this woman knew here, and had quite the wisdom to share as well. "I... Perhaps you're right." She then realized now that she thought more on those words, and how survival seemed such a constant thing that it innately felt trivial to her. Maybe it was because in a sense that's all she's done, was merely try to survive as she searched for Higan. Up until now however she'd never questioned it nor herself in such a way, as she'd merely strode to do what was necessary on her part. Whatever she felt right was only part of the equation more or less, not necessarily a means to an end as some would think. Therefore she smiled faintly when she looked to the limping bandit, who was already well a ways off in the snowy fields.

Letting him go was by no means right nor wrong in her standards, if she really had the right to determine his life and considered it a second time; she felt there would be little argument in repeating that same choice. Whether that be a mistake on her or not, she would certainly have to find out later. "In that case if he can actually survive alone, then he deserves to live for another Trial." Though if their paths crossed again then certainly, Kayleigh wouldn't hesitate at staying her blade then... For her it was a matter of giving only one second chance, if that chance went to waste then she'd see to it she never gave it another time. At being given the showful sign of respect Kayleigh also bowed, more humbled in comparison with the knight, before she took the woman's arm with a gentle smile on her lips.

"Thank you." She warmly gave to the woman as their arms were connected by a grip of the other's hand. She waited for a name to be given but instead, found the introduction provided with a blinding flash of light which surged around her arm. "Wha?! What's-" Her thoughts were cut off by the surprise and the reaction that occurred, her eyes pressed into a hard prolonged blink from the flash. It then became clear just who this person actually was, as She was one of the very influential entities that roamed Idalos. Could it really have been Her though? Was it really Qylios that stepped in to save her? Questions immediately flooded her mind when she opened to find the woman no longer there, only the remaining ring of light which encircled her left wrist.

Had she been blessed? Immediately Kayleigh didn't feel herself worthy of the gift bestowed upon her, that her battle here didn't hold as great of a significance as she actually felt. But somehow it must have... Qylios had not only met but bestowed her blessing upon the swordmaiden, and she felt a whirlwind of mixed honor as well as uncertainty in herself now. Ultimately she was grateful both for meeting an Immortal, and hoped she'd prove herself worthy of receiving this gift. She looked at her wrist still in shock but then brought the hand it resided over close, a silent prayer of thanks spent on both the intervention and the blessing she'd received on this trial. Afterwards she looked to her fellow traveling companion, who seemed alright save for the wound he bandaged with a strip of cloth torn from his shirt.

"Are you alright?"

"I'll live miss. No arrow's gonna keep me down for long."

The swordmaiden gently smiled at him, her eyes moved from the farmer to his ox and the wagon. "Good then. Let's get your friend out, that way we can resume our travel to Venora." She recommended with a turn to the animal, a hand held out to pet the side of the ox as she strolled alongside it. Shortly afterwards with a bit of work and effort, the two would be on the move once more.
word count: 819
"Can you tell me what hurts more? Is it remembering... or forgetting?"


NPCs Renown Rolls Timeline Influences Pantheons Trove Property Workshop Rambles Vlogs
Image
User avatar
Tempest
General Staff
Posts: 276
Joined: Tue Jan 08, 2019 9:58 pm
Race: Naerikk
Renown: 0
Plot Notes
Wealth Tier: Tier 1

Staff

Events

Re: (Venora) Saber's Edge

Image
Name: Kayleigh

Knowledge:
  • Acrobatics: Dancing Around Enemies Blades
  • Blade, Saber: Pre-Emptive Strikes
  • Blade, Saber: Parrying Against Daggers
  • Blade, Saber: Testing Your Opponent's Reflexes
  • Celarion: The Blessing of Light
  • Endurance: Nicked By A Dagger
  • Endurance: Fighting Against Bandits
  • Personal: Blessed By Qylios
  • Qylios: Immortal of Bonds, Leadership, Light, Courage
  • Unarmed, Brawling: Punt

Loot: Celarion Mark
Injuries:
  • light cut to arm from a dagger
Renown:
Magic XP: none

Points: 15 pts
- - -
Comments:

If you feel I've missed anything or if you have questions about your review, please don't hesitate to send me a quick PM. Thanks!
word count: 98
Locked Request an XP Review Claim Wealth Thread

Return to “Duchies”