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    Destined to Wander

    plot, chat + lore thread



    (c)procrastiraptor

    A Simple Note plot

    I hope this message finds you well, brother.


    I've received word from the Governor of Pestil. Remember that place? A pitiful town, and a sorry lot there too. I remember that place in it's glory. Used to be almost as big as the Dominion and with almost as many people. Now it's like walking through a husk. I swear every time I go there I couldn't be disappointed again by it's sight, but I'm wrong each time. Shame what happened.


    But I'm not here to discuss history. The Governor mentioned in his message that he's stretched thin. The mutations in the area seem to be growing hungrier and that makes them bold. The people are getting flighty, and most who get caught don't even get to the local Clinic. My concern is that there's something else at work here that has to do with the corruption in the north, which could explain why the mutants are getting more aggressive. I could be wrong, but with all that's happening in over here in the Dominion, I'd hate to see Pestil, and perhaps other towns, fall because we failed to take precautionary steps.


    I'd like you to take a trip there and see what's going on. If you're feeling charitable, lend a hand. I don't know what we're looking for here. I wish I had more information for you. Just...go check it out. If you don't find anything, at least we were cautious. I'm continuing my research here. If the people of Pestil are anything like the people here, be careful. I've started getting some complaints, petty things but concerning enough to be brought to both the Syndicate's attention, and though they haven't acted out on it yet, I'm worried it's only a matter of time. You'd think people would want to get rid of these locusts, before we all get swallowed up by some blight.


    Safe and speedy travels, pilgrim.

    P


    The Real Introduction   setting

    Pestil, formerly known as Aleridian, was once a bustling city of towering buildings surrounded by a beautiful, lush forest. It was the third largest city to the Dominion, until just over a two decades ago, a plague spread through the city and claimed over half the population. Those that were not killed by, or had not contracted the illness, fled the city. For fourteen years, the city fell into ruin, until a party was sent out to scout out the ruins. They found an wild, overgrown crumble. It was determined safe from plague, and though the city had to be taken down, a town was built in it's place. It's reputation turned from shining city to haunted town, and the beautiful forest became dense and wild. Despite the best attempts to resurrect the city, it wore the scar of the plague like a scar, and the town was renamed Pestil (shortened Pestilence).


    This is where the story begins.


    Tensions are running high in Pestil. The population size hasn't grown in the last decade since it was repopulated, and the Governor is becoming more and more locked away. Supplies from the Dominion are growing thinner when the caravans don't even make it to Pestil. And worst of all, the mutants are growing bolder and more aggressive. The town's guards are doing all they can to keep the city safe at night, the time when the mutants attack, but a few stragglers have even dared strike during the day. The guards have been keeping them at bay, but anyone the mutants have gotten to haven't survived - whereas before, they might have been taken to the town's doctor, Duncan Garcia.


    The story starts the day the first caravan in a month is meant to come in, finally, with supplies and aid for Pestil. Early that morning, one of the sunrise patrols discovers something disturbing outside of town.


    Your character can be a resident of Pestil, somebody coming in from the caravan (where the character is from is up to you in this case), or someone visiting for something else.



    The Beginning   setting

    The story will begin with two patrolling guards finding a mutilated corpse outside the town, which will be relevant in a moment. Those who have characters that live in Pestil or are already in Pestil for *insert reason here* will be introduced, while anyone on the caravan (if there is?) or coming in to town won't be to Pestil yet (but obviously feel free to do whatever with them).


    *short version* The first day is going to be introductions, characters meeting each other (unless they already know each other), the caravan coming into town and the investigation of said mutilated corpse.


    *longer version*I imagine the first few posts will be the characters milling about, and then they'll start interacting with each other. The caravan will probably arrive then, and the rest of the characters can meet each other. Whether they stay together or not is determinant on what you want them to be doing. My character will come out when the caravan comes in, and then she will either return or be called back to the Clinic, where the those two patrolling guards from earlier will have brought back that body I mentioned. Anyone can join her if they want, but after they try to figure out what the heck is up with the body, everyone can settle into wherever they are spending the night.



    and then event 1 (or when things officially slide downhill) will happen :D we'll worry about the rest when we get there.

    I've

    always

    wondered

    why

    we

    don't

    need

    feathers

    to

    fly

    The Mutants   lore

    Mutations or Mutants, are living beings that have become 'sick' and monstrous. They were first spotted in Korsaat just shy of a year before the story begins, and have grown at an alarmingly rate. They are described as vicious, hungry and mindless. They are have carnivorous cravings, and become frenzied when they grow hungry. Though they are more docile after a feeding, they are still hostile and will attack anything that gets too close.


    Injuries from a Mutant are as concerning as any other injury one could receive. If they are treated properly, the recipient will recover normally, if not a bit sluggishly. Little is known about how one truly becomes Mutated, aside from the knowledge that is has something to do with a sort of virus. There is no known cure for this virus, and no one is quite sure what it is.


    Mutants typically only attack at night, and are not often seen in the day. In recent events, however, some Mutations have become bolder, striking now in the day as well as night.



    Locations   lore

    *undergoing regular updates

    The Dominion: the capital city and main hub of most events that happen in Korsaat. The underground empire is located in west, sandwiched between forest and desert. The Dominion is home to the ruler of Korsaat, the Emperor or Empress (currently Empress Elysa), and most of the higher ranking politicians. It the most technologically advanced city, with the most resources in all research fields. Keeping the peace in the city is the Syndicate, highly trained guards folk, following the ruling of the Commander, one of the few positions under direct commands from the Empress.

    The people of Dominion are as wild and colourful as the city. Most follow a sort of conjoined high mind - amiable enough, but wary of outsiders. The lower-class is less wary and more openly distrustful of everyone, the middle-class is the most welcoming and the upper-class is more reserved. Of course, you cannot categorise a city full of people into one basket - all have different beliefs and opinions.

    Over the past few years, a group known as the Alliance has slowly been rising in reputation. Known for openly opposing the Syndicate and the Empress, the Alliance is what some could call the start of rebellion. They are a very subtle group, however, and despite the Syndicate's best interest, only a few members of the order have been found. Most of the city disagree with the Alliance, and it's dangerous to even mention them, but there are methods in which sympathisers could be granted an audience, if they keep their nose clean and don't go preaching it on the streets.


    Pestil: Once known as the city Aleridian, Pestil is a small town to the east, in the middle of a wild and dense forest. What used to be a grand city is now merely a sliver of it's former glory, but the residents have nothing to complain about. If you live in Pestil, you're content. There's no grey area here, for you're either satisfied in the community or you're not. But for all the talk of how disappointing Pestil is, the locals could all describe it as cosy. Despite the dangers of the forest and the unnerving superstitions surrounding the town, Pestil is a close-knit and well-oiled community. They are cautious of outsiders, and typically dislike disruptions or threat to their town, but they try their best to be welcoming.

    They have a small unit of guards that protect the village, and many of the citizens know how to wield a weapon. Pestil is ruled over by the Governor (currently Governor Brian Murdock), but there is not much in the way of politicians here. Pestil also lacks most new technology, and has no jobs for those more scientifically inclined. Most people use (motor)bikes for transportation. The Clinic is where anyone sick or injured is taken, but as with much of Pestil, lacks in many practitioners. It is currently under the authority of Duncan Garcia and his two apprentices.


    Coisat: Often called the Frozen City, Coisat is far to the north in the snow-covered mountains that overlook the frosty plains below. Coisat is a large, sprawling city, but it's not very technologically advanced. Coisat is filled with researchers, scientists and hunters. Living in Coisat is not for the faint-hearted, as it is cold and snowing most of the year, dipping far into the minuses when winter rolls around. Surrounding the city are rich, mineral-filled caverns and mines, and while Coisat remains well-built and well financed from their materials, the caverns are more often used for research and experiments then they are for actually extracting material.


    Jadana: Another one of the larger city, Jadana is the smaller attempt at the Dominion. Jadana is ruled by Count Kane. Almost all the citizens of Jadana are cold to outsiders and even to the lower classes in their own city, as most of the citizens are decked out and enjoy flaunting their wealth and accomplishments. They have the most up to date technology, as they would not settle for less. Jadana is located to the south, on the border of the mountains and meadow region, and next to Lake Nazari. This city also has a good portion of Korsaat's army, but it is said that the soldiers' powers are sometimes abused for Jadana's own advancement and protection.


    Lake Nazari: The largest lake in Korsaat, located in the south. Lake Nazari is surrounded by desert, mountains and meadow.


    Miscellaneous   *shrug*

    *undergoing regular updates

    ooc

    (c)procrastiraptor

    ★ so i'm actually bringing back savannah (affectionately called savannah 2.0 with major overhauling) so unless someone really wants another one, she'll be the sort of medic of the group. milo's going to be here too, but he probably won't be doing anything very specific in the main group. i think i'll have another character, but they'll be introduced later on.

    really, whatever spot(s) you'd want to fill, i'm pretty open to anything. i'm not really too picky on designated roles, you could be anything you can imagine. i can tailor to anything anyone wants to be, but i can make a list for you of roles i can think of if you want! (you could even be a magician if you wanted to)


    Saros hadn't wanted to look up at Rina, but he couldn't help the surprise at her question. Was he okay? He had meant to rip out her heart, and she was asking if he was okay? His gaze found one of the guns and remembered hazily that she had pointed it at him. But she hadn't shot him. Why hadn't she shot him?


    He shrunk away from her as he approached, though he knew they were all safe from his shifting then. Saros took note of the space she kept between them, and looked down again. She should be scared of him. She should hate him. Why did she seem so concerned? Didn't she realise he was dangerous?


    "I'm sorry," he whispered, his voice still recovering from the distortion his 'other half' created. He glanced down to pick at the sand and saw his hand covered in blood. He already knew he had killed three of the Tratreons, but the reminder turned his stomach and Saros curled in on himself. Murderer. The sight sent a shiver down his spine as he rubbed at his face again with his flesh hand. He glanced once more at Rina, giving her gun another once over before looking her in the eyes. "You should have shot me. I was going to kill you. Why didn't you shoot me?" Saros asked, before his mind could catch up with his mouth.


    Vira did as instructed, though she just lifted her shirt off over her head for ease of access, wincing at the aching in her side. She watched the woman work, listening and processing the information she was being told. Dothsri, Chet and Jericho nearby, council determining our fate. Got it. She'd never heard of the place, but she stored away the information nonetheless.


    "What kind of council is this?" Vira asked, letting out of a soft puff of pain ass the woman wrapping the bruised area. It still hurt somewhat to breathe, but it was nothing like the strangling she had felt before. "And how will they decide our fate?" she added, chuckling very softly before wincing again. Ah. Ouch. "Doesn't sound like the favours in our court, huh?" She really should stop talking.


    Nah. "Did anyone else get hurt? What happened to the guy with the-" she gestured with her right hand vaguely, "y'know, rugged, tall, kinda an ass, smart-mouthed. Has a cybernetic arm?"



    Destined to Wander

    rp thread

    this is a jump-in rp thread (there is no sign-up), but you may head over to the plot and chat thread and make a form if you would like! (they are not necessary, however)


    prelude-

    *warning - gore, swearing, illness*


    "I swear this damned forest is haunted."


    "Don't be so superstitious, Konnor."


    The early morning dew was still clinging the dark foliage and a light fog curled around the ground. The air was quiet, save for soft chirp of early birds, waking insects and the soft sound of boots crunching against the damp ground. It was cool, bordering on what could be called a chill, and the sky was still dark, lighting up to the east as the sun made it's slow ascent into the sky. Under the canopy of the trees, two people moved quietly through the forest. Each held close loaded rifles, as if expecting trouble.


    A slightly offended puff of air came from one of the two - the man with sandy hair. "I'm being cautious, there's a difference. It's too early for this." He followed after his companion, a woman with long black hair, as she lead them through the forest. Both remained alert, watching for any unknown threat.


    Silence fell around them and the woman held out her arm, signalling a halt. They both remained frozen, hardly even breathing, as they listened for the sounds of the forest. From somewhere in the distance, both heard a soft cry. Of pain, distress, triumph - that wasn't clear. They shared a glance, a frown, and both tightened their grip on their weapons. A bird shrieked in the distance, and the noise was like striking a match, because the forest was once again alive with the gentle, almost eerie sounds of early morning. Underlying all of it was something sinister, and if it hadn't been chilly before, it was now.


    "Come on. I want to get back to town before I freeze my ass off."


    They continued through the forest until the man stopped once more, making a gagging noise. "Please don't tell me I'm the only one who smells that," he said, bent over with hands on his knees. The woman made a face as, she too, paused letting a small huff of air out.


    "Yeah. Yeah I-" she coughed, putting one hand to her mouth. "I smell it." She coughed again, as if trying to expel the stench from her lungs.


    "What do you think it is?"


    She took a deep breath, trying not to gag, and started walking towards the stench. She didn't respond, instead holding her breath to block out the smell, and loaded the rifle. The man gagged a few more times before he jogged to catch up with her.


    The smell of whatever it was grew only more potent and unsettling as they drew closer. It was a nauseating stench, like something rotting. It left a ominous tension in the air, that thickened as the pair approached further.


    They didn't find it immediately. No, they found it when the woman tripped over it and only stayed upright when the man caught her. "Whoa, you oka-"


    "Shit!" the woman exclaimed, grasping the man's arm for support as she looked down to see what she had tripped on. While he looked down, bewildered, she swayed for a moment before turning and dry heaving into a nearby bush.


    Half-buried under crushed ferns and brush, as if something had since stepped on it after it had been put there, was what looked like a corpse. A human corpse. Or at least, it had been, once upon a time. Now, the body had skin almost black as if it had been burned, in speckles around the nose, mouth and throat. The face was twisted, partially decomposed, and it looked as if some sort of animal had long ago eaten part of it.


    As patient as a corpse could be, it waited until the two had recovered.When they turned back around, the woman crouches down beside the body, slinging the rifle on it's strap over her shoulder and on to her back, and covers her mouth with her jacket. She grabs a stick with her now free hand, and shoves away the foliage covering the body. The rest of the corpse looks to be in better condition, with only a slight gaping hole on the left side of the abdomen.


    "I don't think I'm going to be able to sleep for a year," the man commented dryly, cringing down at the body. "That has to be the most disgusting thing I've ever seen."


    The woman didn't immediately respond, scanning the body in thought. "Poor bastard," she said, gently poking at his jacket. "He's got no identifying marks and I don't recognise him. Not, that I'd be able to." She rocked back on her haunches and glanced up at her companion. "We should take it back to Garcia."


    "What?" the man demanded. "Are you crazy? I'm not touching that!" He covered his mouth, glaring down at the corpse.


    She ignored his outright disgust and sighed. "Look at the marks around his mouth and nose. Those aren't some natural occurrence." She raised the hand holding the stick up mockingly. "Go ahead, if this really is something nasty and Pestil gets wiped out again, you get to tell Garcia you're the one who didn't have the balls to touch a dead body."


    For a moment, the man remained quiet but made his displeasure known on his expression. Then he sighed with a wince and waved his hand. "Okay, okay. Fine. Let's just get it over with." He turned a glare on the woman. "If this kills me, I'm going to haunt you from the afterlife."


    "As long as I'm not there with you."

    Savannah

    I can't seem to get it right, but I try and try and try

    in the end, I just lose all the fights

    Hey Olive,


    No. Sounded too flippant.


    Dear Olive,


    No, too formal. This was her sister, not the governor.


    Olive,


    Unsatisfying and leaving something to be desired, but it'd have to do.


    Olive,

    I hope you're doing well out in Coisat. How's your work going? You must be busy. You haven't sent us a word. We're worried about you, you know. Milo and dad miss you. I miss you. Could you please just let us know you're all right?


    Savannah looked up at the tablet and read her writing over once. She frowned, then sighed and held the backspace. Lately, every time she sat down to write anything to Olive, it was like yanking at her hair, which only made Savannah frustrated, and Olive could pick up on the tiniest traces of Savannah's frustration. What would she think if Savannah was practically holding a flashing neon sign about it? She took a deep breath and tried to ease her tension. She wished Olive hadn't missed the last two messages she promised to write.



    I hope you're doing well. How's Coisat? You haven't told me much aside from 'noisy' and 'compact'. Please don't overwork yourself while you're out there. I'd really hate to be in the middle of assisting Dr. Garcia with a surgery, only to find out you've gone and exhausted yourself.

    Everyone misses you here. Milo's been holding a solid streak at the top of his class. He's been doing great in school, and I think he's really happy, though he complains daily that he prefers it when it was one of us teaching him. Maybe you have a better argument to convince him we don't have the resources or knowledge school does. I'm just glad he doesn't have to work.

    The Clinic is still as slow as it usually is - for a town that suffered from such heavy losses and was completely abandoned due to a plague, that the locals call 'cursed', you'd think we'd see more patients. I know I've probably already told you that, but after that one time with that couple, the feral cat and the crossbow, I don't think anything else could possibly be as interesting.


    Savannah read it over again and sat back, content with what she had written but not about the finish. What else could she say? She felt like she'd started repeating herself at this point, but she knew if she tried to write anything else, it would come out desperate and anxious. She had never had trouble talking to her sister before - though, Olive knew everything anyway, spoken or not - but now that she was gone, and even though she had promised to write, Savannah couldn't think of anything to say.


    Surely Olive had a good reason for not writing? She knew how worked up Savannah got over these things. She wouldn't be doing this on purpose. That's not reassuring. She sighed again and drafted the message before shutting off the tablet. She'd come back to it later. Olive was late a few weeks, Savannah could be late for a few hours.


    She changed out of her nightclothes before she walked down the hall to another room and opened the door. It was dark in the room, and she could hear soft breathing from the far wall. "Hey Milo, time to get up, you have school." A muffled grumble came from underneath a heap of covers and Savannah walked over to the bed on the far wall. The covers shifted and Savannah could see a fluff of blond hair disappear under a layer of blanket. "C'mon, lion, get up. I'll even make you breakfast while you get dressed."


    The blankets folded back to reveal her younger brother. Milo started up at her with a suspicious, bleary squint. "Do I get pick what you make?" he asked, his eyebrow raising a little hopefully.


    Savannah tugged off his blankets. "No. Come on." She leaned over, brushing his mop of fluff and curls away from his face and kissing his forehead. Milo scowled and groaned some more, but shifted into a sitting position. Trusting him to get out of bed, Savannah left Milo to get out of bed and made her way downstairs.


    Her dad was in the kitchen, dressed in his guardsman uniform. He looked up at she entered, and gestured to a mug on the counter. "Mornin' sweetheart. Coffee's there. I have to get to my post. Olive respond to you?"


    She gave him a forced smile and shook her head. "Not yet. I'm sure she's just busy," she replied dismissively. She really didn't want to talk about Olive right now. "I have to get to the Clinic anyway after I make Milo some toast." She pulled out the bread from the fridge and put four pieces in their toaster.


    Her dad gave her a kiss on her head as he walked by. "I love you. Tell Milo the same, I'll see you both later."


    "Love you, dad. Have a good day," she called. Savannah took the toast out when it popped up and scraped on honey and butter. She heard Milo come down the stairs, not even trying to be quiet, and enter the kitchen. "Food's ready. Get something healthy later at school today, please." Savannah grabbed the plate of Milo's food and handed it to him as she started out of the kitchen.


    "Aren't you going to eat?" Milo called after her, somewhat bewildered at his sister's rush.


    "I'll be there in a minute, go ahead and eat! I have to find my assignment for Doctor Garcia!"

    ooc

    (c)procrastiraptor

    ★ character introductions can be whatever you want. caravan's not in yet, so anyone coming in will be there




    ooc

    (c)procrastiraptor

    ★ haha same. it's like i'm in a lot of mature-themed roleplays or something lol


    i know! there were several times where i was cutting out stuff because both vira and saros were going off on tangents...i mean, to be fair, they both had excuses for it, but STILL


    Saros let Duez pull him up, but not without flinching at his touch. He had never realised how sensitive he was to touch after his shift. He stood up and tried to make himself smaller subconsciously. He felt like he was too much right then, too large. How was Rina so nonchalant about this? Was it often she forgave people after they tried to kill her? But what was even more baffling was the way she said it like she understood. Nobody had ever acknowledged his change wasn't him.


    He wrapped his arms around himself as they started moving out, his shoulders hunched and his eyes lowered to the ground. He was almost...frustrated? They seemed so unconcerned that Saros was so dangerous. Though, he supposed Duez didn't care, especially because Duez had already overpowered him once. It was somewhat comforting to Saros to know that, if he was to lose control again, Duez could take him out. Perhaps quite literally, if the situation arrived. Only a little, though. He didn't have a death wish, but he would take his life over taking someone else's.


    Questions still buzzed through his mind, though he put distance between himself and his companions. "How could you want someone...someone...like me aboard the ship? I-" Saros stopped, frowning. He what? He didn't have an ending to that sentence. He had too many questions he didn't think had answers.


    Every time he had changed, he'd been hunted or shunned or became an object of fear. Of course, Rina did seem scared, but she wasn't running. Yet. "I'm...I can't...it's not..." Saros quickly grew flustered and scratched his forearm with his skeleton hand, hard enough to draw blood. His weapon enhancements were gone now, must have recoiled when Duez had knocked him out.


    Vira sucked in a breath, and winced, but smiled to herself and subtly shook her head. Ass-arm man indeed. "We're not here to threaten anyone." Vira said. Amused or not, Vira didn't like the sound of anyone looking into her soul, she didn't care who this Omah person was. She didn't need anyone to know the kind of secrets she was keeping buried.


    "I'm really from nowhere important. Besides, I don't live there anymore anyway," Vira replied dismissively, waving her hand. "Is the soul-searching really necessary? We were just passing through." Vira spoke lightly, hiding her unease behind a careful smile. Something she was good at. In another situation, she might have used a different approach, but Vira didn't think the Tratreons found her appealing at all.

    i think i've said this before but i can help if you need anything too! dunno what that'd be, but the offer still stands :) i think you can get a pretty good idea of what i can do from the worldbuilding i did on the college other thread

    When Rina pushed past him, Saros looked up after her. His face scrunched in confusion, before he looked back downwards. There it was. There was the fear and the anger coming out at him. She was acknowledging that he was a monster. It was the most delayed response to his change Saros had seen, but he should have expected it. He was a fool to have believed, even for a few seconds, that Rina or even Duez would be okay with him.


    The sting of hurt, of truth, didn't care about whether he should have done anything.


    What was he doing? It had been four years since he'd gotten free, since your massacre, and he'd found nothing that gave him any clues to home. Saros had been so busy focusing on his destination, he forgot to think about the ending. What was he going to do? What if he never found Pandora? He didn't have a home or a family to return to, and maybe it was better that way. He couldn't hurt the people he wasn't around.


    But that didn't negate Rina's point. She was right. He was just going to be exactly how he was four years ago when he'd first starting looking - sad and alone and scared. But they'll be safe from you. "I-" Saros stopped himself, scratching his arm irritably. What are you going to say? Nothing can reverse who you are. "I'm sorry," he repeated. not really sure who he was apologising to anymore. Not that it was help, it wouldn't make it better or make it go away, but it was still his fault. He had still hurt Rina, still attacked her and Duez. He wanted to say more, I can't control it, I didn't choose this, you're right, I don't know what to do with myself, but he didn't say any of that. "I'm sorry," he repeated again, hardly more than a whisper.


    Vira winced at the quick tug the woman did to her bandages. She observed her - Hani's? - reaction to the summons with slightly narrowed eyes. These guys aren't misogynists... much...Isn't that what Chet had said? The much made Vira question that statement as she considered the woman's reaction. "So I've been told."


    Deciding to provide no further comment, though the whole 'soul-searching' thing echoed in her mind like an annoying fly, serving only to irritate her and make her uneasy, Vira slipped her shirt and jacket back on and let the Tratreon guide her along.


    She felt a little better when she was guided to where the others were being held, though Vira held this with an ounce of caution and suspicion. She could still hear that Fed Tratreon screaming Traitor! at Jericho. And who the hell were these other people with them?


    Vira gave Chet a droll smile. "You know, I think that's the closest thing to a compliment you've ever said to me," she said, sliding down to the ground to sit with the other. She winced and sucked in a breath as pain flared in her side, as if to contradict Chet's words.


    i'm uncomfortably aware of how much my characters wallow in self pity