The Ebony Crescent

@ebony-crescent

Indie RP blog for Merri, a fandomless OC based on a medieval fantasy world [ON HIATUS]

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// ooc. I feel that little disclaimer is long overdue by now, but as you could see, I haven’t yet replied to threads, for which I’m also sorry. Not a soul has bugged me about it yet and I don’t know when exactly I’ll continue the threads, but I do know that it won’t be anytime soon. Merri will get a minor overhaul in the meantime, though :)

Take care, all!

@ebony-crescent

Rhadho Dorrn looked grim when he entered the healing chambers, but it was a surprise to everyone when he ordered his healers to start packing their things and take as many supplies as possible. There was a pause before everyone burst into action. Rhadho Dorrn headed to his office to pack his own things before coming out to see how everyone was getting on.

“Quickly, now. We don’t have much time,” He hadn’t given an explanation, but his healers trusted him enough to know that he was doing the right thing.

Merri did not have much to pack when Rhadho Dorn haphazardly rushed in and out of their room. Everything she’d ever need on the road she had with her, so she did not understand the hurry in which everyone around her was all of a sudden. It looked like they were going to move after all.

“Especially then it would be helpful to have an explanation for what we wouldn’t have much time.” Merri carefully wrapped up a few bandages and tied them to her bag. She then went on assisting some of the other people in the room with their packing.

“Zivi Errol has betrayed us, girl. Anyone not with him is against him, and I’m not going to have any of my healers left behind to help him,” Rhadho Dorrn turned away to help with one of their patients, the stress visible on his face.

“Betrayed? How so?” Had Merri been overly curious at that moment, her voice did not reflect any of it. She would have agreed that cautiously disappearing from an internal feud was the best choice of action at the time, though little she knew about their conflict. Cautiously, not haphazardly. “If we’re going to run with full pockets, don’t you think that this would hamper the plan a bit?”

“Never you mind. If you’re going to stand there and ask questions, you can help someone else,” The elf snapped at her, his wings flapping to help with the weight of the patient.

Grairy arrived about five minutes later, also looking stressed.

“All done? It’s time to go,”

“I’m well able to do two things at once. More effective that way, you see. Not asking questions rarely steered a conflict in a more favourable direction,” she replied calmly. “But you do you.”

The northerner made sure to carry several waterskins and bandages for the patients when Grairy entered the room, still wondering whether it was her party who revolted or the landholder’s.

@ebony-crescent

Rhadho Dorrn looked grim when he entered the healing chambers, but it was a surprise to everyone when he ordered his healers to start packing their things and take as many supplies as possible. There was a pause before everyone burst into action. Rhadho Dorrn headed to his office to pack his own things before coming out to see how everyone was getting on.

“Quickly, now. We don’t have much time,” He hadn’t given an explanation, but his healers trusted him enough to know that he was doing the right thing.

Merri did not have much to pack when Rhadho Dorn haphazardly rushed in and out of their room. Everything she’d ever need on the road she had with her, so she did not understand the hurry in which everyone around her was all of a sudden. It looked like they were going to move after all.

“Especially then it would be helpful to have an explanation for what we wouldn’t have much time.” Merri carefully wrapped up a few bandages and tied them to her bag. She then went on assisting some of the other people in the room with their packing.

“Zivi Errol has betrayed us, girl. Anyone not with him is against him, and I’m not going to have any of my healers left behind to help him,” Rhadho Dorrn turned away to help with one of their patients, the stress visible on his face.

“Betrayed? How so?” Had Merri been overly curious at that moment, her voice did not reflect any of it. She would have agreed that cautiously disappearing from an internal feud was the best choice of action at the time, though little she knew about their conflict. Cautiously, not haphazardly. “If we’re going to run with full pockets, don’t you think that this would hamper the plan a bit?”

@ebony-crescent

Rhadho Dorrn looked grim when he entered the healing chambers, but it was a surprise to everyone when he ordered his healers to start packing their things and take as many supplies as possible. There was a pause before everyone burst into action. Rhadho Dorrn headed to his office to pack his own things before coming out to see how everyone was getting on.

“Quickly, now. We don’t have much time,” He hadn’t given an explanation, but his healers trusted him enough to know that he was doing the right thing.

Merri did not have much to pack when Rhadho Dorn haphazardly rushed in and out of their room. Everything she’d ever need on the road she had with her, so she did not understand the hurry in which everyone around her was all of a sudden. It looked like they were going to move after all.

“Especially then it would be helpful to have an explanation for what we wouldn’t have much time.” Merri carefully wrapped up a few bandages and tied them to her bag. She then went on assisting some of the other people in the room with their packing.

Susan had been in this new world for nearly a week now. Plenty of time to roughly adjust to surface level conformity, find new clothes, a bag, even a few coins. Evaluated against others she encountered on the road … somewhere (she had learned a few rough lessons about assuming directions in new worlds), she’d judged herself to be unremarkable, which suited her just fine.

Thus, being almost instantly called out as ‘other’ was slightly alarming. No immediate need for alarm, she thought, delaying her respond with a startled look. “I don’t belong to anyone,” she said firmly. Not entirely a straight answer, and Susan continued to not supply one as she turned to the fellow stranger. “Is there a problem getting into the city?”

Not satisfied at the raising of an eyebrow for an answer, or perhaps mildly annoyed at the unexpected interruption of their daily routine, the guard asked again whether the two travellers were acquainted with each other.

“So you’re travelling alone then?” He exchanged a glance with his fellow watchman. The two figures in front of them looked unrelated enough, they concluded after a while, although none of them was able to make out the origins of the dark-haired traveller.

“A minor problem, I’m afraid,” Merri replied to the woman next to her without averting her gaze from the guards.

“A major one for someone like you,” the guard nodded back sternly.

Flying With The Birds

@apcgee

Travelling south was fine. Mostly. The people of Verdania, though, had a vastly different picture in mind when they spoke of travellers. Merri became well aware of that as her journey was halted at a bridge into one of their towns. Two guards looked equally surprised as the young woman when she turned up at their river and explained she merely wished to pass over. Northerners normally travelled in groups and brought goods, she had the two guards explain to her.

“As you are, there won’t be much of interest for you inside anyways. Your axe is as good as a lumberjack’s, and you’d best help them where you’d normally find them if you’re looking for work,” said one.

But that was where they erred. Merri might not have any business in the town in the mercantile sense, but she had a personal reason to cross the river, nonetheless.

“You don’t look much like a pilgrim either,” added the other one to his fellow’s remark. “Besides, there’s a toll for anyone passing through the city. You’re always free to walk around!”

By then, another woman had stopped right next to Merri, appearing to be listening to the conversation. She as well caught the attention of the regulators.

“Do you belong with that northerner?” the first guard curiously inquired.

#apcgee #timeline tag 3

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keeperofdxrkness

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“Hit your head?” The northerner tilted her head to the side as she tried to make out any wounds on the traveller’s skin. It was then that Merri realised in what desperate state she was, although not knowing how she had ended up here either, or by what means. The woman could have been captured, kidnapped or possibly just escaped from somewhere.

Still unsure how to assist her, she promptly handed the woman her waterskin. “That’s all I have left for now, but you can have some, if you want.”

“I currently hope to reach the village of Stursbrun by nightfall, which is along the road. Perhaps you want to travel this way too?” Merri smiled. “Walking always helps clear up the mind, and the prospect of fresh water and food is not less tempting.”

Sorcha blinked at the offered waterskin for a moment, but finally accepted it. At the word that it was a very limit resource, she did accept the offer of a drink, but not much. Just the small amount was enough to make her feel a little more human, anyway.

The village’s name sounded vaguely familiar, in the way that anything you’ve only heard of in passing does, but that was good enough for a start. Sorcha nodded to the words - maybe the walking would clear her head enough to bring back her memory. “It would be nice to no longer be traveling alone,” she said - though in truth ‘traveling’ was too nice a word for the wandering she had been doing since she’d woken up in the forest.

Merri watched the woman as she slowly sipped from the waterskin. Had she had some leftover bread, she would have gladly offered her that too, but with the last village she passed by being out of any supplies of that sort, Merri herself had to rely on a modest meal from its inn.

The Northerner nodded eagerly. She was used to travelling alone. In a way, perhaps she was bound to do so as company came with protection and danger likewise. Relying on others had always disappointed her eventually and being relied on was something with which she was not familiar after all. Travelling in groups was also a welcoming change for once, though, and so Merri willingly agreed to let the woman travel with her until she was well again.

“I’d say to walk quite quickly for my size! There’s no need to hurry now anyways, I mean, but I’d like to be prepared for any... incidents.” she said and began to walk ahead, looking back at the woman every now and then to make sure she could keep up. “Please let me know if that’s too fast for you though.”

#// it's fine! :)

batteredoptimist

ebony-crescent‌

“Hopefully,” Merri mumbled to herself as she followed the man to the best of her ability. Not walking because every movement hurt was hardly an excuse for her after all those mishaps. She could rest and look after herself later.

“I’m not from here,” the northerner replied. Well remarking that she had still not reached Hryggdal’s eastern border - a rather wide river as she had been told by locals.

The undergrowth never seemed to give way to her steps. Soon enough she had lost track of time in an sheer endless struggle against the weeds and shrubs on the forest ground. Yet eventually the two reached what looked like a small house in the most unusual of places.

As she did not divulge further information, James let the conversation dwindle into comfortable silence. He hadn’t locked the door to the cottage, and so once they’d taken the stone path up between crowded rose bushes and wild jasmine he pushed it open for her.

Inside the place was sparsely furnished but clean and well taken care of. One half of the cottage comprised of a kitchen area and had a small cooking hearth with fire ablaze. There was even a water pump overtop a large stone basin. There was another much larger fireplace in the main living area with two thick chairs in front of it. The bedrooms were more like large alcoves with colorful cloths strung up on twine to keep them private.

“Make yourself at home.” He commented as he set his basket down on the table, “I’ll find you something to help with those hurts.”

Merri nodded and smiled upon the man’s invitation to sit down. She did so on a stool at his table, conveniently with her eyes firmly set on the door, in case something should happen. Then she gave her wounds another closer look.

They were indeed not as bad as she had assumed initially back out in the forest. She though looked precisely as someone who had landed in a bush of strawberries. Perhaps she even had. She did feel like it.

“Thank you for your kindness,” she answered after a while. “I think time is what does help most here. They’ll heal eventually.”

batteredoptimist

ebony-crescent·

A little more effort and Merri would stand, eventually. Her skin, especially around her forearms and legs, felt as though it was burning. She paused a moment to look at the scratches and wounds, still bright red and fresh. She shuddered at the thought that some of them perhaps would never fully heal.

“That I don’t know,” she replied with honesty. However zealous the waylayers were in their cause, letting someone who discovered their hideout get away seemed counter-intuitive even to her, but she did not mention it.

Merri felt honoured about the invitation. There were few alternatives after all, and a lodge in the forest sounded promising. It might not be too far from the road that she had lost yesterday either.

“Well- perhaps we ought to get moving before they make it here just in case. The cottage should be safe enough.”

Said cottage was isolated but had thick wooden shutters and a sturdy oak door- all of which could be shut and bolted with iron if the need truly arose. James had never run afoul of bandits or any of the sort of folk who liked to cruise less populated places in search of mischief.

Once the woman was standing James ticked his head towards the direction of his home and started walking. He kept the pace slower for her- having spotted the numerous wounds and being understanding of the exhaustion she must have felt after all that running.

“Do you live around the village?”

“Hopefully,” Merri mumbled to herself as she followed the man to the best of her ability. Not walking because every movement hurt was hardly an excuse for her after all those mishaps. She could rest and look after herself later.

“I’m not from here,” the northerner replied. Well remarking that she had still not reached Hryggdal’s eastern border - a rather wide river as she had been told by locals.

The undergrowth never seemed to give way to her steps. Soon enough she had lost track of time in an sheer endless struggle against the weeds and shrubs on the forest ground. Yet eventually the two reached what looked like a small house in the most unusual of places.

// PSA: Friendly reminder that tomorrow are the EU elections and every vote is needed give seats to candidates who promote the environmental responsibility that we all have. More so, we desperately have to show right-wing politicians who keep tearing our strong European community apart that there’s no place for them in this world.

#ooc #psa #and thank you! :)

@ebony-crescent

It was nearing Ostra, a holiday Lauyrn had come to know and even enjoy through her two years of being in the Norse culture. She’d just come out of being a thrall the previous month and was still getting used to her new found freedom among the people she’d come to find…pleasing. Not as barbaric and horrid as the church of her home had made them out to be.

They still did horrible things on raids but Lauyrn had come to realize that even the English were not perfect and neither was her Christian God. The one thing she still tried to cling to but found was getting harder and harder to do surrounded by the Norse and their Gods that seemed to be apart of everyday life. At times when she did her daily prayers Lauyrn wasn’t sure if it was God she felt or one of the many

Her former master had set her free after she’d saved the life of his two young boys who’d nearly drowned in the river and she herself had barley gotten out of the river alive as it had been nearing a cliff to the ocean. And with her freedom was given a new name by her old master, one he felt suited her. Líknvé in væni.

It wasn’t usual for their fair sized village to have a traveler come through but it seemed today would be the day such a thing were to occur and Lauyrn had found herself facing the red haired woman and she wondered for a split second if this was the trickster god Loki come to tempt her even further from her path of Christianity and make her a Norse woman in full.

“Hello. Are you staying or passing through” The words came out and even though she had two years to learn the language of the people around her she still didn’t feel like she’d gotten than hang of it to sound like she really belonged. Lauyrn had been having trouble trying to figure out what to buy at the markets.

Merri had started the day early and continued with the rising sun in her neck on the road west. It was not long until she arrived at a village by the road. The people were most likely all working the farmlands around it by now, as it appeared rather empty at that time of day, save for a woman who stood at the stall of a small village market. She looked into Merri’s direction and forestalled her greeting shortly thereafter.

In her way of speech, Merri found this woman to clearly be no native to Hryggdal. The fact that she was most certainly not from anywhere close by either excited her for a moment. Although she could not assign her accent to any particular region, she appeared to make an effort mimicking the tongues of the northern people.

“Greetings! I am on my way to Vestuhamn, which should be no more than a week from here unless I’m mistaken,” Merri replied.

“The weather is good and for now I’m just passing through,” she then added with a smile. Her gaze wandered off to the apples on the market stall. Perhaps she would have one or two before continuing her travels.

#goldnwulf #first off I'm so so sorry for the long wait and that my hiatus got into the way... I hope you still want to continue this thread!#one thing that you may have realised: my world isn't connected to the real world in any way but rather inspired by it #Merri would probably have difficulties associating any religions of our world with her own culture #but that's just a minor lore thing #i might even post a small intro of her world when i'm back from my hiatus :)

Rovja felt a soft tapping and immediately realised that it was time to go outside again. The northerner swallowed one last drop of soup and got up. Yes, she certainly had had her fill. She put away the note and followed Dorri Irraon back into the garden.

Dorri Irraon had her finish the weeding. The guard from earlier, whom Aradir had called Grairy, came to take her to her new room before dinner.

“Your pay will be a little less for the first two weeks,” He told her, “Linens are not free to make. You are lucky that they can be changed into bandages,”

Her new room was actually a dormitory, which she would be sharing with seven other people. Not all of them were gardeners but they clearly respected Grairy when he brought Rovja inside, getting to their feet. Her bed was right at the back, and her things had been placed into a chest at the foot of the bed.

“Oh, I’m getting paid?” Rovja acted surprised. The northerner honestly did not expect any sort of payment for her work, but felt somewhat glad about it. Although, what would she do with coin that could not be exchanged? The only plausible answer she had at hand was to carry it around until it could be weighed.

”Well, thank you,” she added in her confusion and sat down on her bed. Before that she curiously peeked inside the chest next to it, frowning to find the very same dress she had been given yesterday stuffed inside.

“Of course,” Grairy replied, sounding a little confused as to why she would think otherwise, but he said no more than that, “You’ll have to pay for the boat to take you down to the town, and there’s a market there. You’ll stay here for one year, after which you will need to find your own lodgings,” The Aeryn paused to speak with the other people in the room, flirting with them gently before leaving them alone.

And that was precisely what the northerner had in mind; gather enough of that coin to explore her terrain, be it the streets of a foreign settlement. She might even find the market environment convenient to ask for directions. There would be some foreign traders after all, if the markets offered a broad range of goods.

#still on hiatus :I

batteredoptimist

ebony-crescent‌

Although she appreciated any help she could get, she feared that it would not do her any good any more right now. Still, Merri thanked the man for trying to help her.

She might have pulled a muscle or two, or maybe more, and severely grazed her arms and legs. No, she definitely was not hurt badly according to her own understanding of the word and the injuries she had been through, but exhausted nonetheless. “I was being ambushed when I tried to find shelter for the night,” Merri explained to him, “then I dashed through the forest, hoping to get away.”

Fleeing into the wood had been a mostly wise decision on her part. The trees here were dense and thick thickets covered much of the forest floor. It could be difficult for even someone who was experienced to traverse the terrain, and James only tended to get by because he was good at picking out the deer and animal paths worn through the underbrush.

Absently he pawed through his basket in search of anything that could help, but his aim today had been to collect things for eating not for healing. “Does it seem like you lost them? My cottage isn’t far from here- you’re actually right on my usual path to get home.”

A little more effort and Merri would stand, eventually. Her skin, especially around her forearms and legs, felt as though it was burning. She paused a moment to look at the scratches and wounds, still bright red and fresh. She shuddered at the thought that some of them perhaps would never fully heal.

“That I don’t know,” she replied with honesty. However zealous the waylayers were in their cause, letting someone who discovered their hideout get away seemed counter-intuitive even to her, but she did not mention it.

Merri felt honoured about the invitation. There were few alternatives after all, and a lodge in the forest sounded promising. It might not be too far from the road that she had lost yesterday either.

#// that's fine! :)#still on hiatus btw... sorry! :(

Hiatus Notice (09/04/2019)

I will be fairly inactive for the next 9 weeks, or till mid-June, because some things in my personal life have turned out not the way I wanted them to turn out and I urgently need to start from scratch. Being the emotional mess that I am, it might take me longer than necessary, so that’s why I’ll be gone for some time. I’m currently lacking the energy and dedication I want to put in to continue the threads I have on a regular basis. I’ll be replying to them now and then, but I can’t promise anything just now.

Take care, all!

#ooc #hiatus notice

naganye

“You didn’t answer my question,” Aradir told her, not so gently, “I think you do not see my position here. I have an uncooperative human and if I asked for advice everyone I trust would have me kill you and I would have no reason not to. I suggest you give me some. I do not want to kill you, and that is why I cannot let you leave,”

Suddenly, an idea came to her mind. The crazy it sounded to her, but if these people had not the slightest knowledge of her world, she would merely have to make sure that her people wanted her back - and there were a few. Yet, she was not ready to take that step just now. She turned towards the giant.

“Fine,” she began, taking a deep breath. “The eternal ice is probably as hostile an environment to live in as the overall mood here. A landmass beyond the northern sea,” she meant well not to confuse him with names. “Giants used to inhabit it for the simple reason that men would not come and drive them out. A few hundred years ago, some seafarers did expel them from our world, though, according to the legends of my people. Does that answer your question?” Merri provocatively smiled at him, knowing that there would be questions to follow.

There were always two or three servants about, making sure people cleaned up and helping with any spillages and the like; everyone took it in turns. After all, it was not uncommon for one of the higher ranking soldiers to decide to join them one day. Generally, despite everyone being criminals of some sort, people were very well behaved; after all, Avran’s three strike rule did not allow for many mistakes.

Dorri Irraon went to sit by one of the clerks in the corner, leaving the human alone. Most people didn’t want to have much to do with her; it seemed word had spread and some of them- mostly the Ari- looked visibly disgusted, but they all knew better than to cause trouble.

Rovja sat down quietly at a table at the back of the room, eating her food there without the need of having to talk to some of the people. She remembered still having kept a bit of cheese somewhere as she was eating, and some bread. Even though the quality of the food seemed to vary from dish to dish, at least she would not have to starve.

Then she remembered other things in her bags that she carried along with her. Tempted to look through them all, she opened a satchel and pulled out a piece of paper, just out of curiosity and to remind herself of the land she belonged to. It was a note, declaring the way she had previously travelled now being guaranteed by the lords of Hryggdal to be paved at a minimum width and to be safe for travel. Below was a map with several inns and stables along the road, reachable within a day’s journey from any adjacent ones. On the note was a stamp, showing two lions.

Lost in such trivialities, the northerner had completely forgotten about her food - and the time that had passed.

Aradir, being such a good cook, cared that his people ate well. As such, the only people he employed as cooks were those who had proven their skill to him. Even if it confused others, he was very particular on this and wanted his people to enjoy their food.

Dorri Irraon tapped Rovja on the shoulder once the meal was over.

“Come,” She said, “I hope you’ve eaten your fill,”

Rovja felt a soft tapping and immediately realised that it was time to go outside again. The northerner swallowed one last drop of soup and got up. Yes, she certainly had had her fill. She put away the note and followed Dorri Irraon back into the garden.

Dorri Irraon had her finish the weeding. The guard from earlier, whom Aradir had called Grairy, came to take her to her new room before dinner.

“Your pay will be a little less for the first two weeks,” He told her, “Linens are not free to make. You are lucky that they can be changed into bandages,”

Her new room was actually a dormitory, which she would be sharing with seven other people. Not all of them were gardeners but they clearly respected Grairy when he brought Rovja inside, getting to their feet. Her bed was right at the back, and her things had been placed into a chest at the foot of the bed.

“Oh, I’m getting paid?” Rovja acted surprised. The northerner honestly did not expect any sort of payment for her work, but felt somewhat glad about it. Although, what would she do with coin that could not be exchanged? The only plausible answer she had at hand was to carry it around until it could be weighed.

”Well, thank you,” she added in her confusion and sat down on her bed. Before that she curiously peeked inside the chest next to it, frowning to find the very same dress she had been given yesterday stuffed inside.

#t: a stranger in strange lands

keeperofdxrkness

ebony-crescent:

“You… don’t remember?” Merri raised her eyebrows in mild disbelief, or perhaps surprised to find a traveller in such a terrified state. Her explanation sounded genuine, though, as far as she could tell.

She noted the blood on the woman’s hands. Judging her clothes and lack of provisions, the woman must have been robbed on the roads.

“I myself have been attacked by bandits out here not long ago,” Merri sighed. “Luckily they didn’t expect me to run so fast, for some reason.” The northerner could have told a story of bravery instead, but figured it would come back to her one way or another, especially if the bandits and her would ever meet again, which she hoped not.

“I must have… hit my head…” Her hand rose, gingerly touching the center of the ache in her head and flinching as the pain blossomed even wider. She looked down, not focused on any one thing, trying to draw up any memory of what happened.

“The last thing I remember is… being home,” she said, voice soft. “I don’t know how I… got here.”

Try as she might, the memory of how she’d gotten from being at home with her family to waking up alone in the forest simply wasn’t there. Trying to force the memories back served to do nothing but upset her, and though she normally wasn’t a demonstratively emotional person, a tear escaped on one side. It rolled through the black smudge on her cheek before she could stop it, which only smeared further when she wiped the wetness away.

@ebony-crescent

“Hit your head?” The northerner tilted her head to the side as she tried to make out any wounds on the traveller’s skin. It was then that Merri realised in what desperate state she was, although not knowing how she had ended up here either, or by what means. The woman could have been captured, kidnapped or possibly just escaped from somewhere.

Still unsure how to assist her, she promptly handed the woman her waterskin. “That’s all I have left for now, but you can have some, if you want.”

“I currently hope to reach the village of Stursbrun by nightfall, which is along the road. Perhaps you want to travel this way too?” Merri smiled. “Walking always helps clear up the mind, and the prospect of fresh water and food is not less tempting.”

#t: undir laufunum #// sorry that i'm so slow with my replies lately :/

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