forum Fantasy, a fight against an unfair hierarchy (Open if you want to restart it(?))

Started June 18, 2018 by Deleted user

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wait no

brb

Only if you want to. I'm totally cool with starting myself

I kinda want to, if your okay with that?

Of course, go ahead

The guards were bringing the prisoners onto the stand. All blindfolded and a crowd was growing with every passing second. All magic users, all of them caught using magic. Eira stood in the shadows, the shadowsinger and already sent out shadows to find a secure location for her to winnow them to. she didn’t have long, she would ahve to be quick and fast otherwise some of them would die.

Bronze would probably be the first to go. They were getting ready to put his head into the rope. He could just feel all the stress and hate in the air, a stench you couldn't shake

Why me? Sybil questioned as the guard guided her cuffed hands up a ramp and towards the ropes.
"What did I do?" She sobbed quietly. This is it.

Eira had one chance at this, one. She had to wait just a few more seconds.

Lucian’s jaw was clenched in defiance as he clenched his hands into fists. He had been turned in for helping children. Sick children. He knew magic was considered despicable, but he was doing a good thing, wasn’t he? He struggled to remember a spell from his book, but he couldn’t remember a single thing. His mind was too clouded with fear and anxiety. With his eyes covered, he couldn’t know his surroundings or see anyone’s auras. But he was sure there were other people with him, others like him. All about to die like common criminals.

Nora shallowed hard as she wraps forced onto her knees. She deserved this.

-Name: Galadriel
-Age: 19
-Sexuality: Straight
-Gender: Female
-Appearance: https://pre00.deviantart.net/ff29/th/pre/f/2016/038/7/e/7e68a0c7c7535753756e8a3a0d3fb41b-d9qve0j.jpg
-Race: Elf (that ok?)
-Magic Powers: geokinesis and organic manipulation
-Personality: Confident, defiant, sticks up for herself, doesn't trust easily
-Background: She was cast out from her family at a young age for having powers, when the rest of her family didn't. She was forced to fend for herself and grew into the motto of 'Trust no-one, no matter how long you've known them'. This always helps her no matter what. But sometimes not trusting someone can be a burden.
-Other: She always carries a bow and arrow + quiver, and a dagger. Even if she falls in love with someone, she will still have a part of her that does not trust them
-How was your character caught by the law for being a magic user (or not depending on the character's race): She finally trusted someone. She shouldn't have.

(is she ok?)

Eira made her move. She strangled the guards with the shadows and winnowed in. She cut the ropes but quickly found herself surrounded by more. She misted them all. All turning to dust and flying away.

/yeah, she's perfect/

Bronze pulled against the handcuffs forcefully. If there was going to be a stand it was now. He couldn't help but turn his skin into a shade of darkest black. It would be better for escaping, so it worked in the end. And then he ran like hell for the others, if he could get them out too… “This way!” Bronze shouted into the smoke made of human flesh.

Sybil's faint cries ended as she heard the sound of struggling.
The guard's grip on her released. I have to escape. She thought as she twisted her wrists in an attempt to break the shackles.

Eira fought off the guards, giving the others time to escape, “There’s a clearing in the woods,” Winnow, slash, winnow, “Go there!” Slash.

He heard a woman's voice and ran, not towards the woods, but towards her. He saw a figure disappearing and reappearing everywhere, "Hey, beautiful, mind if I help?” Bronze asked as he brought fire to his hands and blasted a few of the nearby guards.

Galadriel gets vines to pull off her handcuffs. She takes initiative and puts up a wall of thick vines.

As Sybil finally managed to split the shackles, probably dislocating her wrist in the process. She winced painfully and turned in the direction of the voice as she pulled the blindfold off, realizing they were yelling to each other to escape. She quickly unbound her wings and felt a wave of relief.

(I am gonna assume Eira misted my shackles and blindfolds) Nora followed Bronze. She slashe at the throats of any guards who came near her. Perhaps she was a coward for fleeing death, but Nora wanted to live. She wanted to taste the sunlight one more time.

“Sure,” winnow, mist, “We need to take the others,” winnow, slash, “To the clearing, it’s safe there.”

Extending her long wings, Sybil Leaped and descended into the air, feeling the cool wind tickle her fair skin and hearing the screams and gasps of the gathered crowd. A clearing in the woods? She glided through the pale blue, picking up speed and flying towards the forest area.

"I'll handle the guards, you get the others out. You've done enough, love." Bronze winked at the beautiful woman as he burned a few men from the inside out.

Eira ran towards the others, grabbing the others hands and making them hold her, “Hold on tight, do not let go.”

Lucian winced softly as he managed to snap the shackles with a basic spell. He tugged off the blindfold and tossed it aside, pleased to have regained his senses. He jogged towards others, their auras having strange streaks to them that hinted that the people were magic users as well. He felt a hand latch onto his arm, and looked over his shoulder to spot a larger guard. “Abite,” He said quickly, the man suddenly flung roughly to the ground like he had been shoved.

"Go!" Bronze shouted as guards and more guards started to pile in from all sides. Bronze kept them back with a wall of fire, but his magic was starting to fail. He silently cursed himself for not using it all these years. Cursed himself for being a coward.