[PuppetShadow]

Okay! Here!


The wind was harsh, but Remiah walked on. When she finally reached the cave, she was near death. Luckily, Venisia was there. Remiah collapsed.

“Oh! Milady!” She scuttled to bring her into the shelter of the damp cave. Pulling out a canteen, she poured some cool, fresh water into her mouth, slowly. Remiah made a slight moaning noise, and Venisia knew she would live. Carefully, she pulled off Remiah's cloak, exposing her scarred and wounded body. Venisia walked further into the cave, into a room carved from the glimmering crystal. She took some herbs, ointment, a few vials, and a mortar and pestle. She walked back out to Remiah, and applied some ointment to some of her burns and rashes. She then took a combination of herbs and liquids, poured in a bit of water in, and began mixing the medicine. When it was smooth, she took the medicine, now a light green color, and put some of it in Remiah's mouth. After washing it down with a bit of water, she rinsed the mortar and pestle out with more water, and mixed another medicine. She poured this reddish-brown liquid on Remiah's open wounds, and then bandaged them up. She then picked her up (as she was very light from lack of food) and carried her to another room, deeper in the cave. She placed a canteen of fresh water from a spring deeper in the cave as well as a tray of bread and a few herbs for her to eat when she woke up.

“Venisia...” The dry, cracked voice came softly, but Venisia was only dozing.

“Remiah! Here, drink.” She handed her the canteen of water, but she refused. “Don't worry, we have plenty, there's a spring in deeper in the cave.” Finally, she took the water. Venisia examined the woman. Washed clean, Venisia felt jealous of her beauty. The warrior had raven hair and eyes of deep green. Her skin, dyed a light golden from the sun, was covered in battle scars. Venisia looked in a mirror. Her pale complexion and wispy blonde hair were simple and ignored. “Here, milady, eat this. It'll help you regain your strength.” She carefully gave her a small handful of small berries, and Remiah ate them slowly, one at a time.

“Ryvanion has ordered the attack in one month. I will stay here as usual, attending the outpost. You can't stay more than a week, or else you won't make it it Eteallsan by then, but I'm sure you'll be in good health ...” She took the empty dish from her. “Here, let me examine your wounds.” She stood up, and began checking the bandages.

“Ho...How long...?” Remiah said, her voice already a little bit clearer.

“You've been asleep for two days already, milady. But don't worry, you'll be okay by tomorrow.” Remiah fell back asleep.

Swish! CLANG! CLANG! Swish! CLANG!

“You...You seem as good as ever!” Venisia said, hiding behind the kite shield as Remiah practiced striking with her blade.

“But not good enough.” Her wounds had healed, and her strength was returning rapidly. She dropped to the ground and did fifty push-ups. She then took up her sword again.

“Oh, and milady, one more thing.” Remiah stopped striking for a bit. “Jagiril stopped through for a while, in a similar state as you were, about a month ago. He's been promoted to Ryvanion's second in command. That means he'll be at the front of the battle field. I know the Vankyrions will be aiming for him.” Remiah paused.
“Then that is his duty.” She said, trying to ignore the worry she felt inside.

“You should be leaving tomorrow. Any later, and you won't be able to make it to the station in time.”

“No... I will leave today. I... I need to see him as soon as I can.”

“V..Very well... I will pack you with more provisions. You should be able to make it there safely.” Venisia knew, once Remiah made up her mind, there was no changing it.”

An hour or so later, they returned back to the entrance of the cave. “Remiah... Stay safe. I will have all of the soldiers in my prayers.”

“I am forever indebted to you, Venisia.” With that, she walked back into the desert sun.

[Species8472]

>if you don't like my story thats fine. You didn't specify what type of RPing, and also its not from RPing at all... its from my book< and no i don't want to try agian. >disagrees with muti-clanning< lol

[mtgfan101]

No, the story has nothing to do with it, I don't take that into account. Like I said you can PM me for a full explanation if you like.

[Species8472]

Ok.... PM the full explanation... i don't see why i have to send you a message to get a message? I mean why do i have to send you a message for a message from you lol
so conidser this your PM lol

ITS MY SIG ISNT IT!???? Lol

[mtgfan101]

Puppet, congratulations! You can PM me for a list of the marks against you if you wish.

[ichijin]

Dear... mind if i link my SNT Clan onto this? SNT's a RPing clan as well >_>

Anyways i'll do the test as a start.

The empire loomed above it's vast army, the thundering march of it's troops and it's tyrant king flying on his dragon, above his so-called invincible army. The day was young, sunrise had already begun, Siran could feel the sun's rays hit his back, the sun rose, slowly lighting the battlefeild for the battle that is to come, the army's wall of shields stood at least 20 metres away from where Siran stood, his sword still in it's sheath, his silver hair shining radiantly in the sunlight, turning his head to watch the sunrise, as this may be the last sunrise he'll ever see. He observed with his scarred right eye, years of nothing but war and running has boiled down to this, a final stand-off with the tyrant's army and the tyrant himself. The king raised his giant sword, swinging it forward to indicate his army's charge, they broke their wall of shields and charged, their warcries filling the endless landscape, the barren wasteland that the empire stood on, the warcries blocked out all sound, Siran was sure he just went deaf. His sword clicked as he drew a fraction of it, the wound seemed to stop all sound for a split second, a flash of blinding silver and then another, the first wall of soldiers froze, their screams never came as their necks and chests burst what seemed to be an impossible amount of blood, much of the blood splashed onto Siran, the warcries stopped, they observed the bloodied swordsman, their eyes indicating fear. Siran slightly lifted his head, the soldiers stepped back in turn, they feared to be next, but there was no need to fear such a thing, as they would all be next. He charged forth, phasing out and reappearing in front of the wall, they flinched , their weapons useless and pointing towards the sky. Siran sliced apart their shields, then slicing apart their heads, then suddenly the whole entire army charged.

It'd be pointlessly long if i didnt stop it there

[mtgfan101]

Originally Posted by ichijin

Dear... mind if i link my SNT Clan onto this? SNT's a RPing clan as well >_>

I'm not quite sure what you have in mind...PM me with details.

And as for the entrance test, well, you still haven't done the first part, which is crucial for me to see how large your vocabulary is...

[ichijin]

I walk outside my front door, the neighborhood was quiet as usual, if you listen carefully you can hear the residents in their home talking, the next door seemed to be the noisiest. My lawn wasnt so clean, though the grass wasn't long, it was only of average texture, the shabby garden stood behind the fence, at least 3 metres from where i stood, the verandah was made of stone, it was hard and had a set of flowers sitting in front of it, the flowers were once half dead and pitiful, now that it was summer, they began to become more radiant, but fall was coming in and they started to die down a bit. The left hand next door seemed deserted, though that wouldnt be saying much as the others were too, except for the right hand side neighbor, they seemed to always be at home, everytime i would look there, i would hear a bit of talking, or someone sitting outside. I walked out to the front of the road, examining the rest of the neighborhood, every house had a tree sit in front of it, our house's tree was cut down, for whatever reason i dont know, it looked good when it was there, it was also fun to climb on. The driveway was concrete, cracked all over and a little pit on right hand side, there were a few weeds portruding from the cracks, no crack was straight or refined, all crooked and made the driveway look old, which it was. I looked back to the neighborhood, quiet again, it wasnt like anything was going to happen, the only thing that did was that the family across the road would bring out their daughters and play skipping, also they'd talk all day there, the next other thing would be either a person or a car would pass by, or the regular customer that my mum always attended to when they arrived. The boredom was overwhelming, never had i seen such a dull neighborhood, with all the boredom that had built up, i walked back into the house, closing the door as i did.

[mtgfan101]

*Truce Accepted*

And I'll get to your test shortly.

[mtgfan101]

Ichijin: Oh, I don't know. You're extremely borderline. Answer the other questions if you would, they could tip you one way or another...