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There is an alternate world, somewhere in the multiverse, that began hundreds of years before our own. In that universe, magic has always existed, but has yet to be understood by science. The myths of our world are the realities of theirs. But science has grasped other things, and technologies that fill our dreams are reality there too. (No character limit, jump in whenever you want. I'm trying to build a world here, not just a single story.)

(If you want to start go ahead)

Jyrik Leaned back in his chair. He sighed, letting his tail flick back and forth agitated. Deep in the forests of this alternate world, rested a tribe of Keidran. Tall, strong, and very hierarchical they lived with no fear of the outside world. Everything they have encountered they were able to conquer. Jyrik was the tribes Warlord. A title given to the greatest warrior, he only had one person he took orders from... The chieftan. Loyal and unforgiving in combat, Jyrik never faultered when he was given orders from the Chief. But today Jyriks mind was conflicted, he was just ordered to jail a poor, old women. It wasn't that she was a woman that Disturbed him, it was her disposition that unnerved him. When she was told of her arrest, she simply nodded and spoke one sentence. "I have done my job for this tribe... Now, allow me to help you do yours..." She was the Warlord before Jyrik. This realization hit Jyrik hard. The tribe saw him, in all his honor and might, as disposal. He stood from his chair, his wife came up behind him and rested a hand on Jyriks broad shoulders. Jyrik didn't notice. He was busy staring out the window in deep thought. Soon he would have to go talk to the Chieftan. He was worried about what he would be told...

Damavand, an Elven hunter from a tribe of hiss people was slowly stalking through the forest. He was tracking oner of his prey animals and had to be quiet in turn. He crunched slowly as he walked, following the steps in the dirt from the deer. In this different reality, the Elven people were slowly dying out, but still strong. They had worked hard to stay alive the last few hundred years and had gotten very goods at using what resources they had to defend themselves. Slowly, the Elf raised his bow and drew back an arrow, wood straining against the tension as he looked into the clearing at the animal he had been stalking. As he released his arrow, the wind whipped from the string as it forced the arrow forwards, sending it flying at the deer.

[ooc; Using Khajiit/Anthro->Daro'tsaravi. I'm trying to put her close so anyone can respond to her, but no one specific actually has to directly respond to her if you don't want to. ^^]

Not far, the assassin kept her small body hidden from sight. The darkness of the forest cloaked her in a sort of chill, managing just lightly to minimize the rush of heat she felt coursing through her. She was so close -- so close -- to her next target, and it was almost time.
She heard a whip of wind not far from her, some distance still that an assassin's keen ears had to hear from, but there was another person around, uncomfortably close. Standing from her perch in the tree, her long ears flattened against her head, like dark horns slicked over her skull, but they hid well beneath the hood of her outfit. Long whiskers peeked out from underneath her hood and mask. Thick, dark leather kept all her fur in well, save for the thin tail that swished around behind her.
She balanced well, heart giving a brief pound as the idle memory, the curiously random thought popped up. How was her son? Her mate? Were they still alive? Far from her home country, so far in fact that her kind of upright and small cats were rare, how was she to know?
Tsaravi shook her head to herself. She had a target to focus on. A target, and money.
Landing on the ground, near-silent if not for the crunching leaves, her aqua eyes found a form not far from her, though his back was turned. He was not her target, but she remained still, swallowing down an ounce of air.

Trucy was busy at the Wonder Bar, doing her daily magic show. It was her dream to be a magician, and this was its roots. Of course, being the daughter of a famous magician, it was rather obvious she would pick up the torch from where it was dropped, after his death. He now lived with her adopted father, Phoenix Wright. Possibly the greatest lawyer in the world. With her friends, as well, Athena and Apollo (who is her half-brother, but she doesn't know). She was certainly living well.

A small 'dark' form darted through the forest. Bright green glowing stripes were all over the creature. Not far behind was what looked to be a hunter, armed with a cross-bow. "Look! Dude! I didn't know that bag of food was yours! Or the bucket of water!"The creature yelped, narrowly avoiding shots from the cross-bow. "Christ, you'd think a guy'd accept an apology for accidentally pissing in his bucket of water!"The creature grumbled to himself.

A cloaked figure was wondering in the deep forests of this alternate world. So dark and so quiet, you'd mistake him as a shadow. His dark, almost black armor, his dark grey fur and his cloak all blended in nicely with the darkness surrounding him.
He gripped his dagger tightly so no one could take him by surprise.

[OOC: Just wanted to say I'm kinda new to this, so... yeah.]

After she packed up, she took her usual route through the forest, bumping into Kaoss. "Ah! Oh, um... I'm sorry, I didn't see you. Are you okay?"

He tucks his dagger into a pocket in his cloak, keeping a firm grip on the handle in-case Trucy or anyone else decides to attack him. "Yes, I'm fine." He says in a deep and quiet voice.

She sounded rather surprised. She had never seen someone on this path before...

"Come on! Where's someplace to ditch this guy?!"DS asked himself. He glanced up and grinned. Thunderclouds were gathering in the sky. "If I can get up there I'm home free!"He said. Suddenly, he shot up into the sky ,taking the form of a green lightning bolt. He got a good distance off the ground before his forward momentum ran out and he went back to the ground. He struck the ground, returning to normal. "Ow....."He grumbled rubbing his head. He got up and continued onward. Soon Kaoss and Trucy came into view. "Hey!"DS called, running over to them.

Sakarixilii looked up from where she had been resting, her silver hair falling around her shoulders. She caught a glance of a... green lightning bolt? She saw it fall, then run. Her curiosity piqued, she decided to follow it. She had never had a chance to study a creature such as this.

He pulled back the hood covering his head. "I haven't seen you on this path before. What is your name if I may ask?"

She glanced over at DS. "...I'm Trucy..." She grinned slowly. "Oh my gosh, you're so cute!"

He finally notices DS and says "... Haven't seen anything like you before." slightly tilting his head to the side.

"You gotta hide me!"Ds said. "Some crazy dudes trying to shoot me with a crossbow!"Ds added.

She smiled. "Okay! Would my hat work?"

There.
That wasn't her target, but it didn't look quite right. The hunter was chasing the small creature, whatever it may be, but he seemed to be little more than an average person. He was enraged, following the bright green gremlin, shooting off arrows as if they were nothing more than stones. The deft fool couldn't even shoot near it.
Body pressed up against the tree trunk, Tsaravi took forward her bow, its strange material shimmering black in the light, but it bent just as well as any other wood. Silent, she pulled out an arrow, then loosed it. It buried in the soft cloth of the hunter's top, driving hard into a tree trunk nearby him. He was immediately trapped.
In just a short second, Tsaravi was beside him, not caring if the Trucy, Kaoss, or DS saw her now, but she ripped his crossbow from his hands, tossing it just out of reach. Her clawed hand gave a sharp slap across the hunter's face, her voice rippling out with a heavily spiced accent.
"He says he apologized to you. Take it and go." Her teeth glinted under her hood, but her eyes narrowed on the stunned hunter. "Leave him alone, or I won't miss next time."

Trucy didn't notice the commotion, too lost in her own thoughts. Hell, she's a sixteen-year-old.