Fala'mel's folder
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*xeneize
- Posts: 19
- Joined: Thu Jan 01, 1970 12:00 am
As a new member in the society of sensation, Fala'mel takes care of settling her space in the Civic Hall, over the next days thinking and exploring over the opportunities she's able to have and seeking for potential new experiences. Due to the vast collection of memories that the society keeps, it is impossible that she goes through them all. Instead, she decides to engrave new interesting experiences in memory spheres that possess a potential of uniqueness and presenting them to the society. Those that are original and unique enough may be kept and added to the catalog of memory stones, if so the society deems.
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*xeneize
- Posts: 19
- Joined: Thu Jan 01, 1970 12:00 am
Full name: FalaÂ’melÂ’s Memory of Sensation 01
Code name: Fal-MOS01
Origin: Abeir-Toril, Faerun, Highforest, Small village.
Sensations: Loss of a father, helplessness and desperation at its finest.
Source: Donator, Anonymous.
The air in the village burned; the scent of rotten flesh and death lingered about the devastated village. The screaming of the villagers wailed about the surroundings as they were slowly sated by the waging battle going on. The village was getting captured, beasts of dark skin as deep as the very shadows; eyes of crimson shot blood stared and enjoyed as their facial traits grinned like hungry wolves as they hunted; killing, pillaging and burning as they went. Arrows flew about the skies from side to side as blades and clubs clashedÂ…
”Are these all of them?” She asked
”Yes, Yath’llar” The female responded.
”Good then let us be on our way” She cackled as her bloodshot eyes glanced over at the row of tied up elves
They were all tied up in a very shameful way, they stood together one behind the other, tied to a big wooden pole from the hands, wiped by other males as they were urged to walk along, those that stopped to take a breather or seemingly tripped, were whipped even harder; as bits of flesh casually ripped with each lash. Between these unfortunate ‘survivors’ were adults, young and children alike. They were all being carried away from the village the very night as the screaming of the hopeless victims still wailed in the distance.
The seemingly woman in charge kept a strict eye upon the prisoners as they moved, casually laughing in delight as she watched their faces, full of fear and terror. A boy quietly whispered with a nearby adult, being watched by another female from behind with utter hate and despise. The woman seemed to whip the two constantly, even though they were not causing any loss of time or slowing the party down. Eventually, the elf grabbed the whip coming for him in between his arm and armpit as he pulled from it, causing the whole party to get a chance to Riot, kicking and biting at those that advanced into them. An attempt that was quickly stoppedÂ… howeverÂ…
Background Theme song (2:46/4:35)
”You over there, Jaluk, grab this male and pull him aside” She grinned as she walked towards one of the children and while the rest kept taking care of the rest of the slaves who had caused many casualties to the escorting party were being taken care of
”And now who is going to save you boy?” She asked as she grabbed the kid by the hair and pulled on it as she glared deeply at him, her blade stopping as she heard the exclamation and gasping of a man behind her. Glancing from one to the other, she tilted her head and snapped her fingers as she ordered for two other females to pull the adult elf aside and she stood up to her feet, kicking the male on his legs as she forced him to kneel and placing her dagger upon his neck, glancing back at the boy as she nodded for another female ”Hold onto this kid Veldriss, I want him to see this coming” She laughed
”Yes Yathrin” She nodded her head as she grabbed the boy from his head and yanked on his hair, another hand firmly keeping his struggling neck from his chin
Gasping, the boy yelped as he saw his father being about to be beheaded, a look of desperation and helplessness crossing him as he cried out”Stop that, I demand you stop it!”
She cackled as she didn’t say anything in response as she turned her glance to the elven male with a raised brow, almost teasingly. The man could say nothing but watch his son held before him and being forced to watch him fall, tears pooling down from his own eyes, eventually, his mouth opened to whisper a few words towards him ”Stay alive, son”
”Dad…” He sobbed as he watched him, his arms wrapped about the hands that kept him in place as he watched his father.
”Pity…” She said as a clean slice of the elven male’s throat followed.
”FATHER!” He wailed as he closed his eyes, only to be shunned by a female that gripped his chin and pulled on his hair, two fingers creeping up his face as he was forced to keep his eyes open while watching the bloodbath that his father was becoming before the young boy, despair surrounding his spirit as he bit hard on his lips, crying endlessly. A cry that was quickly sated when the female planted his face down onto the grass.
”That’s enough you two, keep moving, we already lost enough slaves, we need them” The Yath’llar’s snarl was all that needed for everyone to return to their places, the boy picked up unconscious and attached to the pole as they kept moving, leaving a village dead and consumed in the flames of the night.
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Code name: Fal-MOS01
Origin: Abeir-Toril, Faerun, Highforest, Small village.
Sensations: Loss of a father, helplessness and desperation at its finest.
Source: Donator, Anonymous.
The air in the village burned; the scent of rotten flesh and death lingered about the devastated village. The screaming of the villagers wailed about the surroundings as they were slowly sated by the waging battle going on. The village was getting captured, beasts of dark skin as deep as the very shadows; eyes of crimson shot blood stared and enjoyed as their facial traits grinned like hungry wolves as they hunted; killing, pillaging and burning as they went. Arrows flew about the skies from side to side as blades and clubs clashedÂ…
”Are these all of them?” She asked
”Yes, Yath’llar” The female responded.
”Good then let us be on our way” She cackled as her bloodshot eyes glanced over at the row of tied up elves
They were all tied up in a very shameful way, they stood together one behind the other, tied to a big wooden pole from the hands, wiped by other males as they were urged to walk along, those that stopped to take a breather or seemingly tripped, were whipped even harder; as bits of flesh casually ripped with each lash. Between these unfortunate ‘survivors’ were adults, young and children alike. They were all being carried away from the village the very night as the screaming of the hopeless victims still wailed in the distance.
The seemingly woman in charge kept a strict eye upon the prisoners as they moved, casually laughing in delight as she watched their faces, full of fear and terror. A boy quietly whispered with a nearby adult, being watched by another female from behind with utter hate and despise. The woman seemed to whip the two constantly, even though they were not causing any loss of time or slowing the party down. Eventually, the elf grabbed the whip coming for him in between his arm and armpit as he pulled from it, causing the whole party to get a chance to Riot, kicking and biting at those that advanced into them. An attempt that was quickly stoppedÂ… howeverÂ…
Background Theme song (2:46/4:35)
”You over there, Jaluk, grab this male and pull him aside” She grinned as she walked towards one of the children and while the rest kept taking care of the rest of the slaves who had caused many casualties to the escorting party were being taken care of
”And now who is going to save you boy?” She asked as she grabbed the kid by the hair and pulled on it as she glared deeply at him, her blade stopping as she heard the exclamation and gasping of a man behind her. Glancing from one to the other, she tilted her head and snapped her fingers as she ordered for two other females to pull the adult elf aside and she stood up to her feet, kicking the male on his legs as she forced him to kneel and placing her dagger upon his neck, glancing back at the boy as she nodded for another female ”Hold onto this kid Veldriss, I want him to see this coming” She laughed
”Yes Yathrin” She nodded her head as she grabbed the boy from his head and yanked on his hair, another hand firmly keeping his struggling neck from his chin
Gasping, the boy yelped as he saw his father being about to be beheaded, a look of desperation and helplessness crossing him as he cried out”Stop that, I demand you stop it!”
She cackled as she didn’t say anything in response as she turned her glance to the elven male with a raised brow, almost teasingly. The man could say nothing but watch his son held before him and being forced to watch him fall, tears pooling down from his own eyes, eventually, his mouth opened to whisper a few words towards him ”Stay alive, son”
”Dad…” He sobbed as he watched him, his arms wrapped about the hands that kept him in place as he watched his father.
”Pity…” She said as a clean slice of the elven male’s throat followed.
”FATHER!” He wailed as he closed his eyes, only to be shunned by a female that gripped his chin and pulled on his hair, two fingers creeping up his face as he was forced to keep his eyes open while watching the bloodbath that his father was becoming before the young boy, despair surrounding his spirit as he bit hard on his lips, crying endlessly. A cry that was quickly sated when the female planted his face down onto the grass.
”That’s enough you two, keep moving, we already lost enough slaves, we need them” The Yath’llar’s snarl was all that needed for everyone to return to their places, the boy picked up unconscious and attached to the pole as they kept moving, leaving a village dead and consumed in the flames of the night.
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