Spellbound

[Dr. Strange]

Ok, so this topic is started because of a poem I made that turned into a story idea... No idea where this is going...


Little bit of background, intrepret the poem, lazy furs;

Spellbound
The smooth caress of a silk-soft lie
A wish to remain where the tides never change
Kept in spite of reality's frigid bite
Everyday, the same boring routine
  Made to be a cold-hearted machine
  Embers dying in a steel box
Held back by invisible acid chains
Only permitted to watch the show
Missing out on every little thing
Even the sun is cold to me...

--From the diary of Sahara O'Malley, 2001

So, the story goes that the Kluxka clans are active once again... The clans are made up of several smaller street gangs, although no one really know what to call them since it's 16th century England. America is yet to be found or thought of. The country of Greater Volvia is right between France and Spain, a small country with little to no contact with its neighbors. Old English and some form of Greek are the only languages spoken in this small country. Furs, scalies, avians, insects, and other such creatures who live here are unawares of the parallel universe known simply as the Other Side, that exists next door to each one of them.

[Chrono Blackwyng]

*arrives in a nearby shopping square, and while taking food from easily distracted merchants, Jester makes his way towards his comrades*

[Artemis]

Is sitting rooftop just watching the village go by it's every day means of life.  There has to be something more than just these petty wars and disputes...  If only something extraordinary were to happen then just maybe I wouldn't feel empty inside.

[Dr. Strange]

A black fox crept along the outskirts of Anbria, the capital of Greater Volvia, ears swiveling as she smelled the air for trouble. The usual scent of leather and spices wafted from the shops along the dirt road, making her smile. Her mage robes glittered duly in the early light of dawn.

[Artemis]

Feeling nothing out of the ordinary, he begins roof-jumping to the market to see if any merchant had a whetstone.  Usually don't sell whetstones around this time of year, but it's worth a try.  Besides what else is there to do?

[Chrono Blackwyng]

Making another run around, since he couldn't spot his comerades, Jester managed to notice a figure in mage robes, and decided to advance towards it.

[Artemis]

Scanning the market for the particular merchant he usually goes to for his whetstones.  After half a minute, the merchant is nowhere in sight, so he sits down with his chin in his hands.  Uhg.  Why is there nothing to do?

[Dr. Strange]

She perked her ears and turned, emerald eyes narrowed slightly at the dragon. "What be thy need, sir?" She asked scathingly, giving him a dirty look.

[Chrono Blackwyng]

Getting a good look at the figure, I recognize her! "I'm jester!" I said in a small voice, but with the same emphasis...

[Artemis]

Notices two particular people talking, and decides to watch the oncoming events.  This could get really interesting...  really fast.

[Dr. Strange]

Sahara looked at him and smiled pleasantly, eyes glittering. "Jester!" She hugged him tightly and yipped in pure joy.

[Chrono Blackwyng]

I start to gag from the hug, then relax and take a breath " 'Geez, I'm not even wearing a hood and you don't recognize me?" I finish, hugging her back

[Artemis]

Slaps his face with both hands.  WHY?!  Maybe there's somewhere more interesting....  He begins to jumps roofs again, but out of boredom he purposely lands with a resounding crash each time.   

[Dr. Strange]

She smiled apologetically. "I have not seen thee in a while. Didst I recognize thee after? Didst thee notice mine dress?"

[Artemis]

The two hears the purposeful loud bangs as he slowly passes by singing a nice little tune to himself.