Kyngdom Survival Guide
Hello, it's me
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Hello, it's me
Hello, it's me again!
This is my first thread, and it's going to focus on my charrie Lycaella, her mom and her friend Nygrune. It's for following our adventures while we're not in a place or situation covered by another thread. 'We' because Ronan has asked to be Nygrune, to which of course I said yes.
Someone (I think Icy) said that B.I.G. and Catstrophe actually dislike each other. It makes sense, so... Just to let you know.
I'll begin where I left off on the Underwater Ball thread, with Lycaella and Nygrune planning to do some spying of a sort. They've asked Lycaella's mom to show them her notes, so I'll fast-forward to that.
Lycaella~
"Oh, so you're giving them their shadows back?"
We are sitting on a rug in my mom's room, reading her notes. I can't make sense of half the words, but she tells Nygrune and I what it means. Apparently, Catastrophe has found a way to separate shadows from their owners' bodies, and to keep him from creating a shadow army and destroying everything, B.I.G. has been researching it. They've managed to figure out how he did it, and are testing ways to reattach the shadows to their owners.
"Well, that's one way of putting it," my mom says. "We believe it will be beneficial to all of Kyngdom."
"I don't really understand this one... How would they sew them back on?" I ask.
"I believe it's with a special sort of thread, Ella," Mom says. "Let's see now..."
Nygrune finds it first. "A needle made from the bone of a magic or mythical being, preferably with thread also made from a magical material."
"Yes," my mom says, "Although personally I think that a binding spell shows more promise." I raise an eyebrow. She doesn't usually like magic this much. Out of nowhere, I yawn. Mom and Nygrune look at me like I'm disrupting something.
"Sorry," I say. "I'm getting kind of tired. You two can keep reading, I don't mind."
My mom nods. I hear her calling after me as I leave the room.
"Remember to brush your teeth!"
~End RP.
It actually is getting kind of late, so I should go. I hope this works out.
submitted by Viola?, age Secret, Secret
(October 16, 2016 - 9:50 pm)
(October 16, 2016 - 9:50 pm)
All right. Thank you!
(March 1, 2017 - 5:48 pm)
Lycaella~
Whisp seems to have fallen asleep, nestled into a half-cave of luggage. Nygrune is fine now, and I'm still glued to the window. The sky looks so different from up here, clouds turned from flimsy sheets of shredded silk to gargantuan mountains of milkweed fluff.
Suddenly, one of the foamy drifts is marred by a strange shadow. I watch, and a massive city on a rough hemisphere of soil and metal emerges before my eyes, glinting in the sun from the watery sheen left by the cloud.
SailHaven.
I must have said it out loud, because Nygrune looks up from his phone.
"What?"
"Oh--" I glance away from the window. "It's--we're almost there. I can see it."
Nygrune walks over to look out at the flying city and sucks in a breath.
"Oh."
I supress a laugh. It's truly amazing, unless it's just that neither of us have been there before.
~Agh have to go
(March 6, 2017 - 9:01 am)
Nygrune and I stare out the window at SailHaven until the airship turns toward it, blocking our view. We stay for a minute longer before going and sitting down by Whisp. It feels like ages, but it's not long before we land with a jolt that wakes Whisp. We're finally here--SailHaven! I wonder if being in a flying city will be anything like being on a boat.
We step off the airship, go through the building, and walk out into thin, cold air and a strong breeze. Looking around, I see we're on a wide street full of people lined with tall, elegant buildings made primarily of stone, with cobbled paving and wrought metal street lamps under a watery, windswept sky.
"Welcome to SailHaven," Whisp says. "Will you desire for me to stay with you?"
Nygrune is busy taking in the city, so I answer.
"I don't want to be too much trouble. We can find our way if we need to, but if there's anywhere you want to go, we'll go with you." She nods and gestures awkwardly for us to follow before striding off. I tap Nygrune on the shoulder and weave through the crowd after her.
~Have to go again, sorry bye
(March 8, 2017 - 4:02 pm)
So what do we do know that we are kicked off SailHaven? I have no library.
Puff says grif. Are you said and grieving? I'm sorry.
(March 8, 2017 - 7:27 pm)
Oh, I was thinking what would happen is we would end up going to the library, whereupon you would be immediately dragged off to help repair damage, reinstate organization, restore balance and peace, get updated on everything that's going on, and do whatever other work needs to be done, while Nygrune and Lycaella are directed to wherever the Resistance was having their meeting and promptly get kicked off with the others. They would keep in touch somehow, radio or phone or something, but I imagined you would be staying at least for a while. It's fine if you want to do something else, though.
(March 9, 2017 - 3:34 pm)
There are 999 comments on the Art thread.
Should I make something special for the thousandth? Does anyone else want to write the thousandth? Forgive me, I'm excited. It's my favorite thread and the first in my knowledge to have that many. Probably someone else wants to post the thousandth comment.
*quietly fangirls*
(March 10, 2017 - 7:21 pm)
@Whisp: I'm sorry for controlling your charrie like this, but... Yeah, I don't really have any excuse. I'm sorry.
Lycaella~
Nygrune and I follow Whisp through the streets, turning so often I'm nearly dizzy--or maybe that's the elevation. It's hard to tell, but it's not my main concern. She slows when we reach a huge arrangement of arches and pillars leaning into each other, each one studded with what look like windows and balconies. Whisp glances back at us, pausing to let Nygrune catch up.
"This is the palace," she says, indicating the odd structures. "And my library is that way. Would you... care to visit?"
"Absolutely," Nygrune says, half out of breath though he is. I smile.
"Lead the way," I tell Whisp. She does.
The library arch is beautiful, outside and in, but I hardly have time to admire it. A cluster of people who I can only assume are librarians fall upon Whisp almost immediately, herding her off to do something--I think organization? I drop my bag and pull one back. I was aiming for Whisp, but she's gone by now.
"Excuse me, um--" I say to the woman, who interrupts me.
"Helen. Oh, I'm sorry. Please continue."
"Ah, yes... Er, we've just arrived here, and we were hoping to find someone who could help us?"
The librarian Helen looks confused, but Nygrune jumps in.
"We're looking for a particular book, one having to do with magic. I'm not certain what it was called, but I believe it was something about medicinal uses? That and a friend of ours."
Helen brightens. "Yes? And which one would you like assistance with first?"
"The friend, please," I say. "Her name is--"
"Wait, I thought we were going to get the book first?" Nygrune asks me.
"What? I think it was the other way around."
"But you said you wanted to meet her later, didn't you?"
"I said--wait, when was this?"
Helen shifts uncertainly. "If you would like me to..."
"Oh--" Nygrune starts, "No, that's all right. We'll come back later for the book. Do you by any chance know a Sprocket?"
--
We arrive at the meeting room just in time for us to get kicked out, but Sprocket is there, and so is Mina, although I have no idea who any of the others are. Three have wings. Three. And the fox and the squirrel... Well, anyway, I haven't managed to get a word in edgeways, but it seems shadow is gone, just like Nygrune heard, and there are a lot of things to do. I listen for a while, then give up on talking and drift off to inspect our location.
We're in Northern Kyngdom, I can say that much. I don't think I've ever gone this far, but the snow is a dead giveaway, not to mention all the conifers. It's all pines and spruces in that forest we're in the edges of.
I've just found a nice rock to rest on when something bright flutters to the ground, having come from behind me. I turn to see a... What's this bird doing here? I forget what it's called, but this kind has normally long since flown south.
Just then, I notice the bird has something attached to its leg. I reach out to it, but it hops away, so I dig around in my bag for a moment and come up with my Cypher. I know it's not the actual Cypher, but it has the same function, if a bit slower and only in writing. I pull out my sketchbook and a ballpoint pen.
~And I'm afraid I'm going to have to stop there for now. Sorry again, Whisp. Lycaella and/or Nygrune will send the messenger bird to you (by the way, what kind of bird should it be? I would look something up now, but it's a bit late) and we can sort something out. Maybe if we get into a pinch, you can ex machina in an airship? I'm pretty sure we've landed right next to the Wreath Wall, so we're definitely going to undertake some mission that could get us in trouble.
Yours truly with flowers and dragons, no idea why I said that but flowers and dragons are nice.
(March 13, 2017 - 10:59 pm)
Continuing from where I left off...
Lycaella~
The bird watches me slowly write my message and hold it up to be read. After a moment, the bird takes the pen I offer and writes what I can only assume is its reply, waiting patiently for me to translate it.
Hello. You may.
I look up at the bird, who has detached the object from its leg--a rolled-up piece of paper, I now see--and is holding it in its beak. I put out my hand, and the bird drops the message into it. I start to unroll it, but then something occurs to me as the bird spreads its wings to take off, and I motion for it to stay. It does, waiting less patiently this time as I write another request. Its response to this one is nearly as terse as the last.
I suppose. Please make it quick.
I flash a grateful smile at the bird before scribbling out a hasty coded message to Whisp. I hope she'll be able to crack it.
(Translation of message: Dear Whisp, Nygrune and I are no longer on SailHaven. I believe we're in Northern Kyngdom, possibly near the Decoy Forest. I'm sorry for leaving so abruptly, but we hadn't any choice. Some guards escorted us and some people from the Resistance off here. Thank you for letting us travel there with you, though. I don't know exactly how you should contact us if you need to, but that's what happened. Sincerely yours, Lycaella.)
I tear the page out of my sketchbook, roll it up, and give it to the bird, who ties it to its leg and flies off towards the receding spot in the sky that is SailHaven. I watch it for a moment before turning back to the message it brought for the Resistance.
It doesn't take too long to read, turning out to be a summary of a few complaints and requests for the Resistance, written in tiny print so as to fit on something of a size that the bird could carry. One of them is from a baron in Wreathswarren, which seems awfully convenient given that we're in Northern Kyngdom right now. I wonder whether, if we somehow manage to complete it, he would be able to help us with the one from Autumn? It surprised me to encounter her again, if indirectly. Her request seems like someting the baron should be able to mostly take care of, though. Resolved, I stand up and go to tell the others.
~Nygrune's side to be reavealed as soon as I write it.
(March 15, 2017 - 9:57 am)
I'm confused. You said you needed me, but for what? When will you RP the "Big Secret"? About me.
(March 14, 2017 - 11:56 pm)
Nygrune and Lycaella have met you, so they asked to see you as a way to contact the Resistance without arousing suspicion. They know that you're a figure in both the Resistance and SailHaven, and thought that it would accomplish their goal without being be too odd a question. What exactly happened next is coming up in Nygrune's side of the story, as well as the important thing (which is actually the contents of Lycaella's dad's SOCS file and has little to do with you, sorry), which I'm still working on and will post today or tomorrow.
(March 15, 2017 - 3:11 pm)
Nygrune~
This is it. Beyond this door lies what we came for. The heads of the Resistance are having a meeting in that room, and we have something to tell them.
I take a slow breath, but before I can do it myself, Lycaella unceremoniously pushes the door open and walks in. Exhaling, I follow her.
"...all right, then, that's settled," someone is saying. The room murmurs in agreement. A squirrel person to our left notices Lycaella and I.
"Hey, who are you?" she asks.
"Nygrune Meddon and Lycaella Reyquin. We have a--some information for the Resistance," I reply.
"Hm. I wouldn't know," she says, shrugging. Turning away, she sticks a paw/hand in the air and calls to someone I can't see. "Couple of humans just got here with some information, if you don't have anything else to discuss."
I walk towards the table at her urging, Lycaella wandering behind. Sprocket is there, and so is Mina. They'll know us from the SOCS ball a few weeks ago. At least I hope so.
"Oh, hello," Sprocket says. Inwardly, I heave a sigh of relief.
"You know them?" someone I don't know asks her.
"Yes, we can trust them. What is it?"
I start to answer, but suddenly there's a banging on the door.
"SailHaven officials here, you're to be escorted off immediately, orders of Lord Elliot!" a voice shouts from the other side.
"All right, all right," the squirrel woman says. "You don't need to yell."
"Wait, don't--" someone begins, but the door bangs open and guards pour in, herding everyone out despite even the protests. The crowd churns, loud and turning violent. I slip through a knot of guards with a spell to grab a fallen bag, adding it to what I already carry before allowing myself to be swept along and, eventually, away.
We are forced to the edge of SailHaven, a low one with a sort of ramp lowered. The island is floating much lower than I expected. We're near the tops of the trees now, the tall pines and scattered spruces. I realize we're descending.
The dark-and-white ground gradually slows to a halt, the ramp nearly touching the ground. We're in a clearing--a large one, of course--in what looks like Northern Kyngdom.
"It's cold," someone says, stating the obvious. No one responds.
"All right, off you go," says the man I assume is the leader of the guards, motioning us towards the ramp. There is plenty of grumbling and commenting, but everyone soon does. The ramp is pulled up, and SailHaven pulls itself with a groan back into the sky.
"What do we do now?" a man asks. A flurry of half-intelligible suggestions answers him, but I can't hear most of them, and they don't seem to be much good anyway. I frown. I don't know what's more urgent; the pictures I have, or finding somewhere safe.
~End RP. It's not over yet! Sorry about that, but I kinda ran out of time. Writing as Nygrune is hard.
(March 15, 2017 - 8:13 pm)
and soon enough, my fur will turn white again.
(March 16, 2017 - 1:46 am)
^w^
(March 16, 2017 - 11:25 am)
*sighs* Here we go again. I look forward to weaving storylines back together again, if not the way I will.
Nygrune~
"Why don't we have someone take a look around?" Mina proposes. "Then we could figure out where we are and if we're in immediate danger."
"I'll do it!" the squirrel woman volunteers, and before anyone can say a word, she's climbing up the nearest tree.
"Um, I think she meant from the ground," someone clarifies, but she doesn't seem to hear. A few others offer to do so, and soon all are back. The squirrel woman reports first.
"Nothing much for probably a few miles. Snow and rocks, mostly, thicker forest over that way and what looks like some sort of wall pretty far off in the opposite direction."
"That could be the Wreath Wall, which would mean the forest is probably the Decoy Forest," a girl ventures. There are mixed murmurs of agreement and uncertainty. The first of the other scouts steps forward.
"Area is mostly empty, no enemies and minimal wildlife. The snow seems fairly fresh, though, so I could be wrong."
"Same here, not a lot to see," the second says, "but I didn't go far."
"I think I found train tracks, back that way. It looks like the Badger Express line. I stayed at a distance and followed them for a bit. There was no sign of where the attack happened, so we should be okay here," the third one finishes.
"Well, it seems we're in Northern Kyngdom, probably between the Wreath Wall and Decoy Forest. If no one has desires too tempting, there's a base in the center of the Forest..." Mina pauses in her speech, but is met with only silence and uncomfortable shifting.
"Or we could go storm Jokull," Sprocket says satirically. There are a few quiet chuckles. I notice Lycaella edging into the center of the circle that's formed, holding her sketchbook and a piece of paper.
"Excuse me," she says, surprising everyone. "I've just recieved this message from the Resistance help office, but Nygrune has some other information to give as well, as I'm sure you'll recall he was about to when we were so rudely interrupted."
All eyes turn to me. I hear a muffled whisper of "Wait, which are we doing first?", but no one else acknowledges it. I take a deep breath.
"A few days ago, my friend and I discovered an opportunity to secure some information belonging to the SOCS. A particular file mainly concerning the Powers, especially those of Wing, Hoof and Howl, and the, er, homo avians." I glance at the cluster of winged people before continuing. "I don't know that it's particularly urgent, but the SOCS seems to be planning to be adding winged soldiers to their army, and they've got a lead on the location of the Power of Hoof."
"For Celeste's sake, we already ruled that the Powers are not a priority!" the man from before groans. "Now if you've got anything important to say, say it."
I feel heat rush to my face.
~Sorry, have to go. I have a couple of questions, though: Icy, where are you? And does anyone else have any ideas for... well, anything in this? I would love to hear it, whatever it is. I especially need to know what in the world could be in this file and what you all want to do next. Anyone can post their version of this, too, on the SailHaven thread or this one or some other.
Mexi says hony. Honey? You like honey, Mexi?
(March 16, 2017 - 12:47 pm)
My thoughts keep circling back to cardboard boxes and old books. They are in a part of my heaven, along with king-sized beds, miraculous cats, and office supplies.
(March 18, 2017 - 12:55 pm)