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The elders have often spoke of the world before The Fall. A world where humanity ruled the earth, but such a thing could not last. Humanity was flawed, filled with hatred and greed. And by the seven sins of man as told in the oldest of legends they brought the world to the brink of utter destruction. Through the use of the Great Weapons humanity nearly wiped the world of all life. However, where there is life -- there is hope.
Our ancestors created a sanctuary with a great gift from Mother Earth known as ‘The Earthseed’. This blessing from the earth is said to have cleared away the unclean aura left behind by the Great Weapons. It is here in the valley, at the base of the river, where The Earthseed was planted and our home was made. It is the Earthseed that brought back the creatures that dwell in the wilds outside of the village. It is the Earthseed that made the land fertile once more.
It is us of The Sanctuary that guard and protect The Earthseed. Our lives are lead so that we may better protect it because where there is life -- there is hope. We are the hope of future generations of our tribe.



The Sanctuary is a vibrant area full of life and potential. This area is about 25 miles in diameter and includes the valley, the river within it, and the surrounding area. The area atop the valley is mostly grassland while the area within is light forest. The wildlife includes that which would live in the previously stated environments. The members of The Tribe of The Sanctuary live primarily off the land. Though they do practice in the farming of vegetables and fruits, a lot of their food comes from the land and the wildlife around the area.
None of what is taken from the surrounding area is wasted. Animal hides and bones go into making homes and weapons. Even animal excrement gets burned as fuel for the fires. Through ceremonies and ancient traditions life is given back to the surrounding area. This are sacred practices that every member of the tribe participates in.
The buildings in the Sanctuary are typically built from animal hide and fallen lumber. There is little to no metalwork within the Sanctuary as such things would pollute the area provided by The Earthseed. Every member of the tribe is assigned a job or a place within the tribe. Only the very young and the Elders do not aid in day to day activities and even then they are not idle. The young ones learn how to live and give back to the world. The Elders govern the tribe and decide on how to better the future.

The World Outside

The world outside of the Sanctuary is far less pleasant to the world inside. The world is filled with what the tribe calls ‘Rot’. Because of this the majority of the world outside of The Sanctuary is a giant wasteland. Most people within the tribe know little of the world outside, but those who have ventured beyond have told stories of their travels.
There are many races of the wasteland. The elves, renowned for their long lives, lives in cities to the north. The dwarfs, known for their hardiness and resilience to the rot, live underground to avoid the harshness of the rot. The Automatons, the ancient machinations of the humans of old, wander in bands together to survive the harshness of the other races. And Wastelanders, humans that live outside the safety of The Sanctuary, huddled in ruined cities they once ruled.
Many of the creatures and beings that live their lives exposed to the rot have become twisted and malformed. They have poison in their blood that harms those that are exposed to them. Even items with prolonged exposure to the rot can spread rot itself. Once humans are exposed to enough of the rot it will kill them, often painfully.
Beyond this not much is known about the outside world. Those who have wandered farther have not returned to the bounty of The Sanctuary.


For this roleplay you will be the up and coming generation of The Tribe of The Sanctuary. You will be completing your training for adulthood in service to The Earthseed. You will be between 14 and 20 years of age and will all be humans who live within the Sanctuary.

Classes
Hunter: Stealthy tribesmen who make their living off the land, they can either wield bows or daggers. They can hunt animals and set traps, and in times of need they can wield deadly poisons.
Warrior: The truest defenders of the Earthseed. Warriors take up arms in order to combat those who would do harm to The Sanctuary. They defend homes, and even go on expeditions to the Outside.
Healer: A true healer holds nothing dearer to them than their home, except perhaps the Gods they serve. Divine magic and incantations galore, these priests protect the people with their knowledge of salves and medicines, while preaching the orders they follow.
Shaman: Spirits whisper to them and they whisper back, sharing words possibly lost ages past in order to cast and control. Often the wisest Shaman tend to be the oldest, and everyone under the aura of the Earthseed heed their words closely.
Muse: Singing their fabled stories of old, the muse are certainly a cultural staple. Found wherever the people will listen, their ancient songs invoke inspiration and morale into the hearts of the tribe.
Guardian: Defenders and protectors, Guardians make their way protecting those in hunting bands and going on expeditions to the Outside. They live to keep those who are less hardy than them from harm’s way.

Credits: Bigboom wrote the mage classes. (I love you.)

Rules

-No godmodding.
-I am Gamemaster, hear me roar.
-Please keep up be mindful of people’s posting rates; IRL takes time and all.
-Feel free to ask me if you need help. It’s what the GM is there for!
-Please stick to one to two characters, or however many you can keep up with.
-Post out of character using “OOC”.

Character Sheet:

Name:
Age: (14-20)
Gender: (If they have one)
Appearance:
Class:
Bio:
Other:

OOC: I established the biography of Ahote with Meaghan, I ain't tryin' ta godmod here.

Name: Ahote Cavanaugh.

Age: 18.

Gender: Male.

Appearance: Ahote is a lightly-copper skinned young man who stands at about 5' 9" tall, with a thin build yet broad shoulders. Dark brown hair that curls in various unkempt ways sits on his head, and there is a soft fuzz around his jawline where facial hair isn't quite yet growing, but is darker and more obvious around his mouth and where his sideburns would be. His almond-shaped eyes are glossy and almost identical in shade to his hair, if not ever so slightly darker. His feature tend to be quite sharp, with high, angular cheekbones and a fairly flat chin.
As part of his dress code, he enjoys wearing earthy colours with bright accessories; muddy reds, royal purples and forest greens, with a bias towards pinks, brighter reds and oranges for his accessories. He enjoys wearing hooded capes and cavalier hats; particularly ones that are long and elegant.
I drew a thing.

Class: Muse.

Bio: Growing up as a nephew of one of the Elders in The Sanctuary meant that Ahote always had a decently comfortable living spot in the tribe, but that did not meant that he was any less exempt from responsibility than the others. He grew up estranged yet equal to other children his age. Never was he interested in playing games, and learning how to work the Sanctuary was even less appealing; he would much rather watch and learn from the tribe’s most favoured performer, Miguel, even if he was just simply practising. The man's young follower did not go unnoticed however, and eventually Ahote became apprentice to Miguel; learning how to play instruments and write lyrics bold enough to please the Gods. Under his guidance, Ahote had learned a lot, and proved to be a charismatic young man. Proving to be incapable of physical work among the tribe, he very quickly found his place in front of the people, whether he was reading stories he had written or singing ballads of Mother Earth, inspired by stories told to him by the elders and Miguel. While Ahote was certainly happy among the others, but there was an untapped sense of adventure that he just simply could not fulfill.

One day, his indomitable behaviour led him close to the edge of the border, where he climbed up a tree and began writing his next epic, when something caught the corner of his eye. A person, unlike anybody he had ever met before, was conversing - - at least from what he could tell - - with a guard of the border. He immediately fell in love; perhaps not with what the person looked like physically, but with what they represented to him. Freedom, adventure and courage. He had never seen a Wastelander before, and through writing Ahote constantly relived this memory he will cherish until the day he finally gets to leave Sanctuary.

A kind soul and a kindred spirit for adventure is what most people define Ahote as. While he is not the most physically apt or fearless, he will certainly never give up his optimism for anything. His ideals revolve around love and passion, a thing he feels is necessary or even the ultimate reward.

Other: His signature performance tends to be singing along with his lyre-harp, primarily made of a turtle shell. He is also self-taught in the flute, something his father encouraged, which is primarily made of deer bone. The antlers from the deer was carved into a sharp pair of daggers, which he keeps tucked into his belt, you know - - just in case.

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Name: Luc.

Age: 1 ½.

Gender: Male.

Appearance: German Shepherd.

Other: Luc was a dog given to Ahote on his 17th birthday by his uncle, Mathias.

I'm hoping for a little artistic freedom, I hope I don't overstep haha

Name: Daniel Gufftun
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Appearance: Daniel is a massive man, product of his tireless training to become a Guardian. He measures 196 cm tall and is very muscular and tone, with little to no body fat. His brown eyes sparkle with determined fire, and his black hair is short and messy. Most of his attire is flat whites and blues, his common tunics having their sleeves torn off. He has an intricate tribal stick-poke tattoo scaling his entire left arm, some spaces filled in representing his achievements so far, and others waiting for the future.
Class: Guardian
Bio: The Gufftuns have been part of the sanctuary for a long time, taking residence along the river and making a life out of fish netting. They are a hard working family, but also a rather large one. Mother, Father, two aunts, a grandmother, and 14 children, there are a lot of hands to help out. Daniel is the 3rd oldest of his brothers and sisters, and has grown up to be responsible for them. The Gufftun kids frightened the chickens out of their pen? Daniel is the one there to clean it up. He never really complained about his life, because it was far from difficult. His oldest brother had it rough, learning to take over the responsibilities of the fishing hut, and he looked up to him for it. His older sister, the oldest of the family, was in training to be a Shaman of the Earthseed. Compared to them, Daniel had it easy just looking after his siblings. He didn't want that to be his role forever though, and sought after something most of his family feared. Adventure beyond the Sanctuary. He started training at 14 with the guardsmen along the outskirts. Within two years he went from Daniel the Babysitter to Daniel the Protector, but he wouldn't stop training. He wanted to adventure, but he also wanted to come back in one piece. He needed to be ready. His life became constant, training then learning then training again, and now he stands ready as a hardened Guardian, his mark on the family name leaving ripples among those he lived with.
Other: He is very defensive of his family, and has gotten in very heated arguments with others who slander his family name. He smells like fish, despite all his attempts to rid the stench.

You guys can reserve. Just hit me with them character sheets when you have them ready. :3

Posted.

Both of you are accepted.

OOC: Whew. Finally! I don't know why this was so hard to come up with, but I think I finally came with a very convincing character.

Name: Malcom Vine
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Appearance: A teenager with cinder brown hair, green eyes and skinny arms and legs. Not very impressive to look at. He seems to suffer from a bit of malnutrition and if it wasn't for his tiny goatee, he would appear far more younger than he really is. Usually wears a faint green skinned robe, and animal hide boots. Carries a bow and arrow on his back and a knife on his belt.
Class: Warrior (acts more like a Guardian)
Bio: He was abandoned by his parents and taken in by a mugger, who stole from the sanctuary's surroundings and mistreated him. He managed to escape his foster father when he was five and has since taken residence in the sanctuary for a decade.
Other: Has a pet bat named Gunther, his only company, which he keeps under his robe and releases him only at night. He's training to be a warrior to be able to defend himself and those weaker than him. He's quite good as an archer and plays a pan flute as a hobby.

Felines, just one note on how you should play your character. The Tribe in The Sanctuary isn't too keen on outsiders. So some people may still treat Malcom poorly even though he's been a part of the tribe for like ten years. These people would mostly be older folks.

EDIT: You are accepted by the by.

OOC: Well, that's why I added the malnutrition part. I wanted to make things interesting, which is why I gave him that background. He was only five when he appeared, so it can be put that in a way, somebody in the sanctuary took pity on him and let him enter

(Name: Erick Flynn
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Appearance: A teenager with green hair and brown eyes, tall for his age, somewhat muscular. He wears a red shirt and blue pants and leather boots. He carries a hammer. (he slightly resembles my avatar)
Class: Guardian
Bio: The Flynns were apart of the Sanctuary for a long time and they take residence in a wooden area. They are one of the hardest working families. He is the oldest out of 10 children. (his nine other siblings are named Roy, Raymond, Ariana, Sarah, Christina, Farrah, Mike, Troy and Aman). His parents died of an unknown disease and he had to take the father figure role.
Other: He is very protective of his nine younger siblings. )

Pokemon2, you are accepted.

ooc: I'm going to go ahead and have you start.
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Your hearts are racing. You ears are filled with the thundering sound of dreams. You are running through the woods alongside other young adults around your age. Through the trees you can see a clearing in the distance filled with people. They are all familiar faces, they are other members of the tribe. The sound of cheering and yelling fills your ears long with the sounds of musical instruments.
As you break into the clearing you skid to a halt along with the other young adults. An old man stands before you and the crowd. You recognize him as Elder Mathias, one of the elders of the tribe. He is wearing a feathered headdress and a fur cloak. He holds an old oak staff with the carving of a wolf on it. His face is panted with red runes and symbols.
"You have done well, children of the Earthseed. This is your final test to reaching adulthood. Should you pass you shall live in service to the Earthseed. Are you ready? Step forward and face me." He says as he taps his staff on the ground. Wind bellows around him.

Whilst he was still catching his breath, an adrenaline-fuelled grin quicky appeared across Ahote's face. This was directed to Mathias; his uncle.* "Thought you'd never ask, gramps!" he excitedly said, finally able to see the true power of the Elders of the Earthseed. Pushing down onto the earth hard, he did a fast jump backwards, as if to make a point of defying his Elder's command to "step forward" Pulling his bone flute swiftly from the leather pouch he kept it neatly tucked in, immediately putting the embouchure between his lips. For a swift moment, he blew a note to test the sound. Perfect. A look of determination swapping out his concentration, he nodded at each member of his party while beginning to play a song of swiftness and agilty; a rather fast-paced melody.

Luc, rather hyped up by the whole event, was one of the watchers in the crowd. Hovering closely to the nearest source of food, which was the children as they smelled faintly like they possessed venison jerky, he bounced happily and let out a loud barking cheer.


OOC: *this was confirmed by the GM, just so y'all know. <3

OOC: You know NightBlade, you could've just edited the last post and start the story there, you know, to avoid the double post and have more space

Also stepping ahead and irritated about Ahote, was Malcom Vine, a youth so scrawny, you would think he would collapse at any moment. He was an outsider, born far from the sanctuary but gaining entrance a decade ago when his toddler stage was so pathetic, you couldn't help feeling sorry for him. Now a teenager hoping to gain the respect of the tribes, he was training to be a warrior, a status he believed was the most mighty of them all. He has faced rejection and prejudice all his life, so he was determined to miss manhood as soon as possible.

OOC: Yea, but it's already done.
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Ahote's song sweeps over the group and fills them with a sense of speed. Mathias points his staff at the party, a large gust of wind pushing them back. He continues to speak in a stern voice, "Best me, if you can."

Children turn to Luc and smile brightly. "It's a doggie!" They coo and begin feeding Luc scraps of food. Life is good for Luc.

OOC: You could still copy the second post and then paste it on the first. That's how I do it

Malcom did as the elder said, jealous of Luc. That dog was better treated than he was...

Daniel pounded a fist against his dense chest, a fire burning up inside of him. Although he had been running, he had barely made a sweat. Five long years of training... Day in and day out, he had changed himself to serve the tribe as best he could, and he was ready. Finally...
"It is an honor, Elder Mathias. May I fair well against you." He spoke, a hint of admiration wafting from his voice as he gave his salute. This only lasted a moment, however, before his presence flipped from peaceful to wrathful. The music played by his comrade filled his veins, pulling the oaken tower shield from his back. It seemed ridiculously heavy and was carved well, yet he wielded it like a buckler. Daniels pose was rock solid, and he looked to the warrior for the first move.

For he was a guardian, charged with keeping the others alive. The war belonged to the ones with fiery blood.

"We'll see how long you feel it is such an honor." Mathias replies. The elderly man sweeps his staff along the ground in a motion that seems to defy his age. With it roots and grass-weeds whip and work to tangle themselves around the party's feet. As these plants move, so does Mathias. He runs several feet closer to the party, pulling his staff back for a large blow.
The crowd roars with cheers as this is happening. Men, women, and children alike shout and clap and generally are exuberant towards the battle taking place.

Ahote, who was still further back from the party, let go of the flute with his left hand and immediately began tracing a sigil with his left hand in the air, pushing it towards the front of the party where Mathias was preparing to strike. The song was much simpler now, and the young melody he played began rather repetitively. As the sigil moved, his hand came back up to the flute; his melody shaping the sigil into a magical shield, that he hoped would at least soften the Elder's blow.

Elder Mathias swings his staff to land the blow he prepared for. It makes a heavy impact against Ahote's magic shield. His face is calm and calculating as he strikes. He is clearly judging the group as he proceeds. Just as he does he pulls his staff back again looking for another blow form the other side towards Daniel's shield.

The children in the crowd begin to tie ribbons to Luc. They do continue to feed him scraps and pet him, telling him that he is a 'good dogie'. Life is very good for Luc.

Erick sees the staff moving and hopes that his shield is hit because it would make him and his siblings happy.

Malcom was hidden among the attacking group, waiting for the moment to strike. He didn't have a staff and a sword like the others, but he was quite skilled with the bow and arrow. He really wanted to pass this test to earn the respect he believed he deserved, so aiming carefully, he strikes with an arrow, making sure it landed on a piece of robe. He didn't want to injure Elder Mathias, just impress him...

Daniel's stance did not waiver, twisting his feet to lock himself in place among the vines. Now, only the strongest of blows could knock him off balance. His confidence burned in his chest. The strike on the sigil queued him, crouching and holding his shield with both hands as the Elder drew nearer. At the last second of his strike, Daniel crouched as low as he could, springing upwards to strike the staff with the full force of his shield at its apex.

OOC: hah writers block I guess

Elder Mathias's blow is deflected and the arrow grazes past his should cutting off a piece of his robe. For a faintest of seconds a small smile seems to grace his face. However this disapears quickly and he twirls his staff around him shimmering and then vanishing from sight. His voice rings out, "Trust in your instincts, see what cannot be seen." he says, his voice echoing around them.

"I should've known the elder would try a trick like this." Malcom muttered to himself, ignoring the rest of the group and concentrating his thoughts. Elder Mathias was full of tricky magic, so his disappearing act was no news to him. He listened to his surroundings, confident that he was going to find the disappearing old man in no time. He had a bat as a pet, and there were times where he needed to find the runaway creature many times, so he was quite sure of himself...

Dropping his song altogether, to allow the others to 'trust their instincts' as advised, Ahote pulled his dagger from his hip and bent down. Trying to be as swift as possible, he attempted to cut himself free from the vines that still tangled his leg, while also listening for movement in the grass. While he was occupied, he braced himself in case he was struck.

It wasn't quiet, not with the cheers and clapping coming from the crowd watching the initiation. However as you try to hone in on the sounds around you you do notice something. There but there was a sound behind Ahote, a rustle in the grass. As this sound occurs the elder reappears behind him bringing his staff down to strike him about the head and shoulders.

In a moment of panic, Ahote swung around and held his knife horizontally against the blow. In doing this, he accidentally grabbed the knife by the blade edge, the shock of this causing him to slide the knife across his palm, then throw it on the ground, leaving him wide open. Blood began to come out of the wound he had just made on his left hand, just below his thumb. It wasn't a deep cut, but it immediately began to sting.
"For ****'s sake!" He yelled, flinching lower in a feeble attempt to dodge and brace for the attack, raising his right hand higher.

Ahote and his attacker was just behind Malcom, but since he believed turning around would waste him precious seconds, the boy did the unthinkable; he shot his bow... backwards. One would think he was depending on blind luck, but this was actually something he had practiced before. Since he lived his solitude, he had nothing better to do, so he polished his skills in archery. He was led by the shadows reflected on the tree right in front of him to pinpoint the location of Ahote and Elder Mathias, and shoot the arrow, narrowly missing Ahote's neck and stabbing Elder Mathias's staff. It wasn't a centralized shot, but it was still an incredible feat. Malcom then turned around to see if he was successful in his shot...

Not only does the bow not fire, but Malcom drops his bow into the grass. Bows work with tension, in order to shoot backwards he would have to bend the bow, not the string. This would likely snap the bow. However, he just drops his bow in the grass. The elder clicks his tongue. "Center yourselves!" He shouts, pulling back for another blow at Ahote. This time he strike Ahote in the shoulder. Ahote, being the elder's nephew, can confirm that the elder did not soften the blow for his family.

Malcom saw how close the arrow was to it's target, and how terribly miscalculated what was going to happen. Even with all his skills, shorting an arrow backwards was almost impossible, especially if the elements were against you, or even magic. He even started to suspect Elder Mathias deflected the blow somehow, and refused to believe his miscalculation. No more back shooting for Malcom. This time, he was determined to face the elder face to face and shoot him the correct way...

Ahote was hit by the staff, sending him to the floor. He looked up at his uncle with a small hint of upset, but quickly realised he was going to get nowhere by begging.
"C-can I get some help here?!" he yelled to no-one in particular, pushing himself up and trying to distsnce himself as far as possible in about 2 seconds.
He pulled his flute back out, and pressed his lips against the mouthpiece. A different melody was played, but nonetheless it was once again a song of agility, in hopes that it would speed his fellow tribesmen up.

Malcom's aim is much better having fired his bow the correct way. However the Elder blocks his shot with his staff. The Elder pauses a moment to pull the arrow out of his staff with a small smile. "Aim true and you are sure to hit your target." He pulled his staff back again, blasting the group his heavy winds once more. "This test is nearing it's end. Show me what you can do!" He shouted. The crowd in the back erupted into cheers, hooting and hollering wildly.

Ripping through the vines with another twist, Daniel sprinted through his comrades, staying low to keep out of their way. "Play with your heart, pin him in!" He exclaimed, twisting his body mid sprint to fling his shield at the Elder's legs. He lost no momentum as he went through with the toss, jumping into the air to bring his fist down on his opponent full force. Two directions being targeted, he hoped his team would cover the other escapes without him shouting the plan. Surely they trained enough to coordinate through battle alone.

Taking a moment to gather up air in his lungs, Ahote closed his eyes and played as passionately as he could. It was much louder than how he was playing, the melody dancing a lot more, and he hoped that the amplified sound would be even more effective to his allies. He felt the song in his soul, and in his mind, could see the notes as they were exiting the flute. He took a few steps backward, to make sure that he was not targeted again.

Once again, Malcom went solo, trying to ignore the croud's cheers, Daniel's orders, and Ahote's music. Malcom couldn't understand why he failed. He did hit the elder's robe and staff already. Was he looking for him to hit him directly? He didn't want to hurt Mathias, but determined to pass this test, the young boy aimed his bow again to the older man, aiming to his arm. This time, he was hoping to cut him just a little bit to see if that's what he was looking for. Now on target, he fired...

Daniel's shield does collide with the Elder's knees, and he is stunned for a moment. However, this does not last long. As Malcom's arrow flies the Elder dodges out of the way. His mouth presses to a thin line and he lets out a deep sigh. He raises his staff to the heavens, thunder rumbling above. "Spirits of the wild, hear me... " He says. Lightning strikes his staff and he points his staff towards Daniel. Lightning lashed out and arching from his staff to Daniel. From Daniel the lightning arches to Malcom, then from Malcom to Erick. Ahote is too far away to be struck. This blow will bring them to their knees and stun then, but not do significant damage. He vanishes again, reappearing next to Ahote. He sweeps his staff underneath Ahote knocking him to the ground. "This test is over! As a group, you have failed!" He shouts.
The crowd lets out cries of shock, and they begin to mumble among themselves. The Elder turns his back to the group and approaches the crowd. "This generation must wait before they are truly ready to serve the Earthseed."

"It was a group session? Is this old guy mad? Nobody wants to work with me!" Malcom mumbled to himself, not having payed attention if Elder Mathias did indeed said this was suppose to be through teamwork. He assumed he didn't say anything on the matter, and was now mad. He was even complaining that Elder Mathias didn't play fair. He had powerful magic while the rest of them only had ordinary weapons. Facing away from the crowd and getting away from the rest of the students, Malcom proceeded to quietly return home, furious that he didn't managed to gain at least some of the respect he was looking for in that test.

Grunting loudly as he got up onto his feet, Ahote swept up his flute in a sudden moment of aggravation. Quickly realising there was nothing to gain from anger, he took a deep breath, ignoring the pain from his wound.
Ahote hung his head low, approaching his uncle. "I..." he began, choking on the words before they could leave his mouth. "Father won't be happy with me." he said, before bowing in politeness to Mathias. For a split second, he held his regrets towards music; perhaps if he wasn't so cloudy-headed, he could have trained his body to be swift and strong like the others. This thought was quickly thrown out, with motivation for harder training. Perhaps he will ask Miguel more about combat music during their next session?

Luc, decorated by the children and who had a full belly, bounced over to his owner. Licking his left hand a few times, he soon found himself being playfully petted by Ahote, tongue hanging out in joy.
"We'll get 'em next time, wolf." the young boy chuckled, running his right hand through the large dog's fur.

Daniel hadn't moved from his kneeling position, his eyes locked on the ground. The shock had dissipated long ago, but he was stunned by the end of the test. He could still fight. He wasn't even winded. How could he fail? How could they have succeeded if they were expected to work as one unit. He gave an opportunity for someone to lead, but that went nowhere. He tried to lead, and he was barely given a chance. His fists clenched, his knuckles audibly cracking. He had been training for YEARS, day in and day out. He was ready, and so was the muse as far as he could tell. "I have spent too much time to get dismissed this quickly. I didn't push through wounds and broken bones to be told I wasn't good enough. I'm not giving up." He looked up at the elder, his eyes burning with determination, hiding heartbreak. "I'm ready to make a difference."

Erick tells himself "Now how will I be able to keep my siblings alive? I already starve myself as it is just to keep my siblings alive and healthy, I will do anything just to keep my siblings alive and healthy." and he has a thought in his head Maybe the elder isn't so trustworthy after all.

ooc: I'm sorry for not being online. I might not be online for a while either. My dog passed away this morning. She's been sick for a while, but she isn't suffering any more. I'm sorry.

Ooc: That's sad ):

Erick: *mutters* maybe the leader isn't so trustworthy after all if my siblings starve to death and I cannot support my siblings.