Momanguise
05-02-2005, 18:51
OOC: This was an rp done between myself and Sanctaphrax. It is based on the edge chronicles, but does not really require any specialist knowledge. More will posted fairly soon.
IC
Gilda was standing next to the river, staring queitly into the shallow murky waters when she heard a twig snapping behind her. The young boy facing her was the most peculiar looking youth she had ever set eyes on. His skin was as pale of silk, and from beneath his jet black brow two violently blue eyes stared vivadly at her. Gilda jumped, he walked so queitly, as usual, her friend Jaria had managed to get within a few metre of hers before she heard him. He was possibly her only friend, he'd stood by her when her parents had both been washed away by the mighty Edgewater River. Since then, every day she had come and looked into the depths of this river, as if hoping to find them again. He spoke, his voice low and intense and deadly serious. ''You spend too much time by the river. Let us learn of the forests, the fields, the mountains, the old tales tell of those who while away their lives by the river.''
"Wait... I have to tell you something." she said, "It regards the Mother Storm. Old Sanctaphrax's skyscrapers stand in her way and the Mother Storm will blow Old Sanctaphrax down and she'll never reach River-Rise and all life in Sanctaphrax will cease." She babbled this last bit, pouring out her heart to Jaria, as she so often did. He was the only person who would both listen to her and take her seriously. He raised a hand to stop this out burst, his eyebrows notched in concentration. ''Even if,'' he began, ''Even if we tell anyone else about this, they will never listen. How can you know this and prove it to anyone else?'' She replied, "Only the meteorological station in River-Rise, by the great spring will be able to see it. I don't see why they haven't noticed it yet. Or maybe they have..." She trailed off slightly as an idea came to her. "Maybe they have noticed but aren't telling anyone." "Why on earth wouldn't we have been told about it yet then?" he asked, "I don't know do I?" she said, "We have to go to the meteorological station and see whats going on." He looked seriously at her, contemplating the true meaning of this statement.
"For us to make it", he began, he face clouded in anxiety, "Would be to achieve what many have died for. Could we really make it?" "We'd have to cross the Mire, and hitchhiking is an on-the-spot 100 phraxdust fine, 100 phraxdusts that we just don't have. So we have to walk, across the Mire, and through the Deepwoods. We'd have to reach into the deepest part of the Deepwoods, the source of legends, River-Rise spring."
Her eyes glazed over as she contemplated leaving Undertown, and going to River-Rise. She'd never left the city before but with Jaria, she'd try. It could mean the lives of thousands of people. He extended his hand, "For the people of the great city, I will do this. I cannot stand by and let this happen. You have my full support." "No time like the present" she said, trying to disguise the fear in her voice. She clasped his hand. They both went home, of course, Jaria still had his parents, so it would be harder for him to escape, no-one would miss her.
She packed the stuff she might need. A knife, her pitiful supplies of money, 10 phraxdusts, a pair of binoculars and the letter that her parents had once written to her. She always carried it with her, it had never left her pocket.
IC
Gilda was standing next to the river, staring queitly into the shallow murky waters when she heard a twig snapping behind her. The young boy facing her was the most peculiar looking youth she had ever set eyes on. His skin was as pale of silk, and from beneath his jet black brow two violently blue eyes stared vivadly at her. Gilda jumped, he walked so queitly, as usual, her friend Jaria had managed to get within a few metre of hers before she heard him. He was possibly her only friend, he'd stood by her when her parents had both been washed away by the mighty Edgewater River. Since then, every day she had come and looked into the depths of this river, as if hoping to find them again. He spoke, his voice low and intense and deadly serious. ''You spend too much time by the river. Let us learn of the forests, the fields, the mountains, the old tales tell of those who while away their lives by the river.''
"Wait... I have to tell you something." she said, "It regards the Mother Storm. Old Sanctaphrax's skyscrapers stand in her way and the Mother Storm will blow Old Sanctaphrax down and she'll never reach River-Rise and all life in Sanctaphrax will cease." She babbled this last bit, pouring out her heart to Jaria, as she so often did. He was the only person who would both listen to her and take her seriously. He raised a hand to stop this out burst, his eyebrows notched in concentration. ''Even if,'' he began, ''Even if we tell anyone else about this, they will never listen. How can you know this and prove it to anyone else?'' She replied, "Only the meteorological station in River-Rise, by the great spring will be able to see it. I don't see why they haven't noticed it yet. Or maybe they have..." She trailed off slightly as an idea came to her. "Maybe they have noticed but aren't telling anyone." "Why on earth wouldn't we have been told about it yet then?" he asked, "I don't know do I?" she said, "We have to go to the meteorological station and see whats going on." He looked seriously at her, contemplating the true meaning of this statement.
"For us to make it", he began, he face clouded in anxiety, "Would be to achieve what many have died for. Could we really make it?" "We'd have to cross the Mire, and hitchhiking is an on-the-spot 100 phraxdust fine, 100 phraxdusts that we just don't have. So we have to walk, across the Mire, and through the Deepwoods. We'd have to reach into the deepest part of the Deepwoods, the source of legends, River-Rise spring."
Her eyes glazed over as she contemplated leaving Undertown, and going to River-Rise. She'd never left the city before but with Jaria, she'd try. It could mean the lives of thousands of people. He extended his hand, "For the people of the great city, I will do this. I cannot stand by and let this happen. You have my full support." "No time like the present" she said, trying to disguise the fear in her voice. She clasped his hand. They both went home, of course, Jaria still had his parents, so it would be harder for him to escape, no-one would miss her.
She packed the stuff she might need. A knife, her pitiful supplies of money, 10 phraxdusts, a pair of binoculars and the letter that her parents had once written to her. She always carried it with her, it had never left her pocket.