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[Faye]

 

Years ago, a girl opened her eyes to see the world for the first time. She was a clean slate, a blank piece of paper. She knew nothing of the world, and nothing about herself. She was then nothing but a fleeting existence; a bubble in the ocean that would froth and disappear back into nothingness. Yet, in the short instance she was a part of the world, her eyes saw the beauty of this world; her ears, the harmonious tone it plays. She was happy to be a part of the beautiful play. Yet at the same time, she was sad, for she would soon be leaving the stage. And thus, the girl closed her eyes. As her world began to fade into darkness, only the music of the waves remained in her mind.

 

The next time she opened her eyes, her world had completely changed. The sky was painted black. The waves were raging; the winds, howling. Thunders were shouting at each other, as if the Gods were waging war against each others up above the darkened clouds. Then, water comes pouring down from the heaven. Millions of beads of tears fell upon the parched Earth. A storm, so gloomy and sad, was on its way to envelop the girl's world. She was but a solitary girl, unknowing of the world, nor its ebb and flow. Yet, that fact did not stop the storm from swallowing the girl whole.

 

It was scary. There were nowhere she could seek safety in.

It was cold. The world was robbing her from whatever warmth she had left.

It was lonely. For there were nobody who would offer their hands to the girl.

 

"... I do not wish to be alone," cried the girl. The pouring rain hid her tears, and the winds obscured her already hushed voice.

 

Yet, her wish reached the ears of the grand schemer, the great playwright. For he, wherever or whomever he was, sent his piece to answer the girl's plea. Out of nowhere, a pair of husband and wife plucked the girl out of her dark world, and brought her along with them to the warmth and safety of their own house. She was set to seat near the fireplace, and was given towel and clothing to cover herself with. And above all else, they offer to the girl, their sincere smiles; smiles that warmed the girl's algid heart.

 

For a while, the girl found her sanctuary. In this unfamiliar world, the couple gave her a home to return to. For the girl whose role was erased from the Book of Fate, they gave the role of a daughter; the role that was missing for their own lives to be complete. For her, whose mind were nothing but an empty vessel, they pour whatever knowledge and wisdom they had to offer. For a while, the girl rediscovered her place in the alien world. And yet, like the fleeting memories she woke up with, that role soon came to an end.

 

As the years passed, the couple began to age. Yet, the seemingly natural process did not occur to the girl. As her parents started to crumble from the constant weathering the world gave them, the girl remained the same. In the end, despite the girl's best effort, the mother and father passed on to a better plane; leaving their daughter alone. It was then that the girl realized everything. She was not a part of this world. She was not the part of the cast in this grand play. She did not have a place in this stage that is the world.

 

What is she, then? She was a theatergoer. The play would begin and end as eternal spirals; every iteration played by different actors, different pieces of fate. Yet, she would remain the same. She would be there watching from the sideline, with no power to change the cycle of fate. The Fate had given her not the role of an actor, but rather one of the chronicler. Sure, from time to time the world would invite her to join the stage; to play a role in their tale. Yet, when the curtain fell, and the actors retire, she would not.

 

She would simply return to her role as the theatergoer.

 

And thus, a hundred years passed. Fate had invited the girl, Eris Aletheia, to once again join the stage as one of the pieces of fate. This time, she were to play the role of a student. The stage was that of the Academy of Magic in the Island Nation of Vikare. A beautiful stage, set with breathtaking scenery, and myriads of actors from various race and background. A stage full of the unknown arts of magic, and intricate political situation. Truly a colorful stage to be in.

 

"I wonder what kind of story I shall witness this time," the girl whispered to herself as she straightens her uniform. She can barely wait for the curtains to be raised, and the play to begin.

Edited by fayrine, 21 February 2015 - 04:35 PM.

[Führer Itulhu]

Edryn, the Spirit Summoner

 

Closing his eyes, Edrym felt the wind rustle through his hair as he walked through the lush overgrown forest smelling the exotic flowers hanging down at head level. Edrym was making his way through the uninhabited lands looking for something, what it was he wouldn’t say but one would guess the reason for coming to these lands was the rumours of plants and animals not seen anywhere else.

 

After traversing through the overgrowth Edrym broke through to a clearing, the scenery that was reflected could easily be explained as pure beauty… yet such words could not describe it, there was a spring, with crystal clear water with colourful frogs leaping across rocks. There was a quiet background noise of insects and birds singing together in perfect harmony while small animals rustled the grass as they ran through. Edrym knelt down in front of the spring reaching down.

 

Suddenly Edrym’s eyes snapped open and he was in his classroom at the renowned Vikare's magical college, apparently his teacher was about to make an important announcement. Should he have been zoning out at such a time? well no, but he wasn’t zoning out for all the sudden a little spirit appeared above the head of the teacher.

Then water that was the equivalent to a bucketful suddenly drenched the teacher.

 

[Jod]

Fear. It is a wonderful smell, a splendid taste. It dyes the blood with a certain tang that makes it all the more sweeter. The Count had sampled it for the first time, he realized he liked it. However from somewhere deep inside he felt something else. It was a strange sensation, one that he just couldnt shake off.

 

However this small moment of lucidity was short lived,as he heard the whisper of his mother. She called him, this time a strength that almost threatend to wipe out his will. She wished him to run west, and so he did. 

 

He lifted from his haunches, this time on his legs. His body all though still incomplete had managed to coalesce into somewhat more elegant form. Nonetheless, he still only resembled a maymoon in a distant manner. 

 

He pushed off, the branches under his foot cracking. Soon he was skimming over the ground loping along in an effortless gallop. The forest itself melded into a black blur as his pace sped up. He was pulled into the direction, to wards the border.

 

It didnt take him long to reach the place. Where he would find his brood siblings. They all stood tense and high strung. If not for the calming power of their mother, the children would surely be at each others throats.

 

Urged on by Carmillia, they loped off into the night. She promised them food, fresh blood. They Count smiled at the thought of so many hearts in one place. He waited to here the chorus of drumbeats, heartbeats, that wonderful sound.

 

It didnt take them long to reach the village. But it was long enough for them to have regain their hunger. The scourge didn't even rest, and imediately leapt over their walls. It took only a few moments for the screams to start. With that the joyous beast like howls from the vampires. 

The Count walked out from a house, leaving footsteps of blood on the cobblestone. He was drenched in blood, making him look like some kind of crimson demon. The blood seeped into him through his skin.

 

After gorging on so much blood, the hunger had somewhat subsided. He had manged to have far more self control than his brethren who were still running wild. Still he felt that he one or two mores in him yet.Its then that he sensed a brood sister of his up on the rafters. She was stalking something, he could tell just from he posture. Curious he followed after her. The vampiress' prey was small maymoon. Female, a child. Something about her made him halt to an abrupt stop. Hey eyes, they were emerald. He felt like he knew someone familiar, someone from another life.

 

Then a name bubbled out of his consciousness, Verai. With came the image, of a woman, her blood ebbing away, as his mother Camarilla stood imperiously over her, laughing boyishly. 

 

"You have come far boy, where many have failed, even Hunters. Rejoice, I will have much use for you in death"

 

Then for a moment, he was maymoon again, he was himself. Emotion crashed into him, with the force of a thousand suns. He felt so much anger, rage, fury. But even that was eclipsed with an unfathomable abyss of loss and absolute despair. The world itself turned grey. Then following it was the guilt, the grim reminder of what he had done tonight, that now he was one of THEM. it cut through him, like a jagged piece of ice.

 

And his mind shattered truly, completely, absolutely. Everything went black,as something dark rose from within him. Even the grasp of his mother slipped. The monster was unleashed. 

 

A last thought passed through his mind as black rage took over... Never Again.

 

 

The count woke up, he was in an unfamiliar place. His mind was hazy, he remembered nothing. Beside him lay the broken body of a vampiress, he wasnt sure what to do about that, so he shrugged and moved on. He was rather hungry, so he caught a rabbit. He  draining it just enough to keep it alive. After he wouldnt want to kill it....

[Wandering Rogue]

Lady Atrophy

Location - Nightmare Realm (Archdemon Estate)

 

 

What was it with the Archdemon and his need for a dramatic entrance?  Atrophy bet he'd been waiting somewhere nearby this whole time just watching them and gauging them and biding his time.  It sounded like a thing he might do.  Which was fine, after all, it was one of the quirks that made being attached to him passably enjoyable.  Lady Atrophy enjoyed the occasional dramatic flair.  So many demons could be so mechanical and brutal that showmanship was wasted on them.  If you are going to do something then you might as well make a show of it.  Give em the razzle dazzle.  Leave an impact that'll stick long after the moments come and gone.  So yes, the Lady did appreciate his arrival.

 

The portal though...well that was another game entirely.

 

Just how long had he been sitting on this?  Was it a reward? Or a test?  The existence of it would of ramifications spiraling across the realm if word of it escaped and yet here he was showing it to them.  No, offering it to them on a silver platter as if it were nothing.  Atrophy could think herself in circles and never come up with the correct choice.  Why should she care anyway?  So little were the chances for her to truly indulge her nature so why must she deny herself it now that it was just in front of her?  She couldn't.  Atrophy wouldn't.  She wouldn't look at the gift too closely and instead accept it and live with whatever consequences did come of it. 

 

"I am....curious," Atrophy slowly reached an arm towards the portal while looking towards the archdemon for any hint that she should rescind her hand.  "How are they different I wonder?  How are they the same?  What new evils has this world invented?   What new depths are yet unexplored in their hearts?  I want exactly what they feel and how they feel it.  I want to bring them to a height of ecstasy they have never known and then send them plummeting into despair."  She felt a flush fill her face as she spoke.  These were the first truly honest words she had said since coming here and she didn't care who heard them.  

 

"I must break them."

Edited by Wandering Rogue, 22 February 2015 - 08:47 AM.

[El Phantom]

Reynard Fellwing

Ballroom - Cecily's Birthday Party

 

Reynard, a name not yet established as an adventurer, or an inventor for that matter. Still without much experience, and still fresh from a simple upbringing. The piles of food in this place were being gorged on by him, as he had never experienced something so extravagant. Though one may wonder how he got here. Was he a close friend of someone here? Did he somehow receive an invitation? Or did he sneak in here? He didn't really look like a soldier, knight or mercenary either, so it didn't look like he was here to fight for the lady. He was just a kid really, so was he some kind of bright-eyed new recruit? Or maybe some naive and ambitious child? In any case, he wasn't making the best impression in terms of eating manners. He was here in any case, but he didn't actually sign up like everyone else. It was more like he was accidentally thought to be joining the party and unfortunately got swept into one of the crowds that were entering, but he decided to make the most of it and eat before somehow getting to an inn and resting before making a trip someplace else.

 

This was a party with a gathering of warriors as well as nobles and generals, so many still had their weapons on hand, so happens his own was on hand too and already it got the attention of some people here. Never had they seen anything like it, at least in terms of design. Pretty sure none of them can tell it's also a sword, so at the moment it only looked like a custom made handgun of sorts, likely magical. Prior to this Reynard was simply making his way to this city from his home town, it was one or two towns off, and roughly a one and a half day walk. He had yet to run into any sort of combat beyond hunting for food, since he was still well within Maymoon territory. Well he was here now, and he only headed to this city because it seemed a logical start to him, never did he imagine himself swept into a party by accident though, sbut he planned to enjoy it.

[SliceAndDice]

 

Dorian Salttail

 

The pleasentries were broken up by the approach of an Aslandi who appeared to be the village elder. He explained to them the situation, and then provided them with a ragtag warpack of various races and creeds. Before they left, Dorian made sure to purchase a few of the fine knives that had been laid out for sale thanks to the coming Hunter's Moon. They were sharp, with jagged edges made to deal more damage on the way out. As they set out, the group began to talk amongst themselves. Dorian, for his part, fell back and stuck next to Yvonne as they walked.

 

"So, how have you been? What have you been doing these past years? You must tell me!"

 

He asked her questions with great excitement in between bites of the apple she'd given him. He couldn't really help himself; he was just so happy to finally have found the mysterious apple girl again!

Edited by Hero of Ishval, 28 February 2015 - 06:55 AM.

[I-Am-X]

Falis

Location: Nightmare Realm (Archdemon's Estate)

 

Like always, The Archdemon's entrances are top notch and happens when you least expect it. While they no longer surprise her, one must still respect his style and sense of flair. Not to mention his choice of dress. Grinning at her masters words, she moved past Varcool, taking her place at her masters place as Varcools existence is forgotten. If that's not what the summons is about, I wonder...

 

As he lead them through a wall that vanished and lead to a room, Falis couldn't help but raise her eyebrows in surprise. Of all the things, she never expected a portal, let alone one of this size sitting right in front of her. While she looked around at the various moons and planets that appeared before them, her mind, however, was lost in thought thinking about the portal. To think things would be accelerated to this degree. Seems too good to be true, heh. Well, regardless of the reasons, it beats staying around in this dull realm.

 

I see she's quite motivated, she thought upon hearing Atrophy. The questions did make one thing of what this Mortal realm in particular sets it apart from the others they've conquered but in the end it didn't matter to Falis. The only thing she was focused on was leaving this stale realm and having her fun in the Mortal realm. Putting a hand on her cheek, "Watching them squirm as they panic in despair as they slowly destroy themselves. Oh, the stories I shall tell them. Fufufu"

[Liar]

ÆSCESNE

Act I: Fate

 

He did as etiquette dictated and took the offered hand of Sir Bryland Reach. As the talking flowed between Ostermarker and Reach, he had the luxury of listening without the need to offer anything. This brief respite allowed Æscesne the chance to look over the older man that rudely invited himself to the conversation.

 

However, he soon halted his investigation upon hearing Reach’s stance on humanities and culture. The ambitious tactician did not share such disparaging sentiment.

 

“Let me begin with the easiest observation,” Æscesne suddenly stated, attempting to draw the attention of the two men. He turned to Reach and nodded towards the man’s right leg. “You walk with slight limp on that leg. Hardly noticeable by most, but easily noticed enough by those with keen eyes. In order to mask that you do have a limp, you tend to favor leaning on it anyway to deceive those that actually care to look.”

 

He walked forward, plucking a strand of long hair from the knight’s shoulder. “Prior to engaging us in conversation, you were with a woman. You probably didn’t engage in coitus, but you did enjoy the kisses nevertheless. There are stains of lipstick smudged on your neck that you were careful in wiping away and also your own perfume is mixed up with one of the feminine variety. It could easily be a maid out to have a rich nobleman for a lover, but, no, that isn’t the case. It’s a noblewoman to be sure considering how rare a fragrance the perfume is, married too if I have to guess. The coloring of the lipstick is too bold for a young virgin girl out with her parents.”

 

He smirked at Reach, taking a step back. “I could continue on, but I’d rather not address the uncomfortable way you try to scratch at your crotch when you believe someone isn’t looking. You’re a fine swordsman to be sure and I wouldn’t want to be pierced here because I affronted you in some way. In any case, I believe my point is made clear.

 

“Knowledge is quite valuable in a lot of wars, Sir Reach. Without knowledge, you would have no means to earn money or to defend it from getting it stolen. A combination of both knowledge and things that can be touched by fingertips gives ordinary men such as you and I power. Perhaps the secrets of the dead may elude others, but it itself isn’t intrinsically worthless. Scholars such as Lowell Ostermarker look into these things to gleam its wealth, whether it is monetary or otherwise.”

 

Æscesne bowed politely. “I’m Æscesne, a wandering tactician. Forgive me for any insult I made by my little demonstration.”

Edited by Liar, 24 February 2015 - 09:37 AM.

[Fatal Blood]

                                                                                                                          Act I: Fate

 

                                                                                                                   Orbin Ironhammer

 

Though he wasn't part of the conversation, Orbin had to agree with the shopkeeper that Lord Kastor had a talent for smith work that few could match, if the stories of the man were to be believed. Orbin had never met the man himself, nor had he actually seen any of the mans work first-hand, but he must have some talent, after all you don't get that famous and have a reputation that big without being able to back at least some of it up, right?

 

As for the items in the shop having been made by this "Master Rongbi Goldbeard III", he decided that while this Rongbi fellow may be a master, it certainly wasn't at smithing. The quality of the armor was quite fine, I mean it was a good piece of leather armor, but that was it, it had nothing else to offer aside from getting hit instead of you. Orbin was having a hard time wrapping his head around the fact that someone would put in the time to make something if they weren't going to finish it. There was no compartment for a hidden knife, or an extra small health potion, and the armor was rigid inside and out, which provided almost no shock absorption, where were the springs and padding? He sigh to himself but he didn't think he could do any better right now.

 

Standing there he realized he was wasting time by just waiting in line to buy some armor, he had other things to buy for the mission. Orbin turned around and lifted up a couple pieces of armor and placed the one he wanted to buy under the other pieces, then he left the shop, hopefully by the time he got back the big person in there would be done with their purchase.

 

Walking down the street, he looked around for an apothecary, so he could stock up on some potions. "Hmm,"The Wonders of Miro'Isa", that sounds like a place to get some potions to me." Orbin entered the shop.

 

Looking around he saw a a few people milling about, and he saw that the shop had an assortment of magical items, but more to the point, they had potions. Walking up to the counter Orbin was glad to see that nobody was in the middle of a purchase, so he could finish his business quickly.

 

"Hey there" Orbin said to the young Pumilo woman behind the counter," do you happen sell health potions here?"

 

"Yes, sir, we do. Would you like to buy some?" she asked politely.

 

"Yeah, I want four of them," he said, pointing to a shelf of bottles.

 

"All right, sir, that will be two hundred gold pieces," she said with a smile.

 

Orbin handed her the money and put the potions in his pack. As he was turning to go he thought of something and turned back to the saleswoman.

 

"Do you know any good places to get an ale around here?" asked Orbin while adjusting the packs straps on his shoulders, "I've had a weird day, and I'm a little parched."

Edited by Fatal Blood, 27 February 2015 - 07:42 PM.

[Leshrac]

Act I: Fate

 

Einar looked down on the pumilo, quite literally. The information he'd just been given was  good. He now had a name for the maker of his weapon. Lord Kastor was quickly added to Einar's list of things to find. In fact, he had jumped up to the first spot. After a few more seconds of looking at the blacksmith behind the counter, Einar smiled.

 

"Where is Lord Kastor?" Einar asked. There was no point in looking around for more information when this pumilo seemed to know enough about the subject.

 

If Einar was lucky this Kastor fellow would be available immediately. The pumilo behind Einar left his items on the counter and scurried out of the store. It left Einar with a sour taste in his mouth. It was entirely possible that he had just lost this blacksmith a sale. As Einar waited for the information he desired, he pulled out the pouch with his gold. After rummaging through it clumsily with his big hands, he pulled out 250 gold pieces.

 

After another second, Einar pulled out another 50 pieces. This made a total of 300 gold pieces, "For the armor and your time,"  hopefully the store owner would understand Einar's intentions with the little amount of communication between the two. After handing over the payment for his own wares and the wares of Orbin, Einar waited to hear the entirety of the information this shopkeeper had to spare.

 

"My name is Einar," he said as he turned and left the store. Maybe one day this blacksmith would remember this encounter when Einar's name was famous throughout the entirety of the world.

 

@OOC: Rolling empathy skill Paragon for the shopkeeper. This is to hopefully have him give as much information as possible and believe that Einar will become a famous warrior in the future. First roll is for information. Second roll is for him to give Einar more renown in the city.

 

[The Illuminati]

  

Edyrm and Eris: School Daze I

 While Edyrm's dreams were wet, Eris' conversations were... Strange. Or at least, that was the impression she gave her classmates, which was that of an odd, little girl with a fondness for equating everything to a stage play.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, if I may have your attention for just a moment," beamed Lady Setrigan as she reentered the symposium hall. She had left earlier to meet her guest and was just now returning after speaking with them briefly.

Lady Setrigan was a senior member of the staff and a well-loved and cherished member of Vikare's community. One of the more magically gifted of the maymoon people, Lady Setrigan had accomplished much in her short time, being still only in her late thirties.

"Now, I know most of you have heard the rumours, and some of you may have even guessed who our special guest is, but please allow me to officially..," Setrigan gushed before her introduction was cut short.

Someone had conjured a lesser, water spirit above Lady Setrigan's head. And being tricksters by nature, the lesser spirit quickly took in the situation and immediately retaliated by summoning some water to spoil the happy mood. The results were a disaster.

With her mind elsewhere, Lady Setrigan was left completely vulnerable to the surprise attack and was summarily humiliated as a result. Most of her silk top now had the consistency of wet paper, revealing the obsidian colors she wore beneath. Not only that but her make-up as now bleeding down her face and her perfectly done up hair had come undone.

The only sound she made was that of a sharp intake of breathe. Some of the students laughed, while others gaped openly at Setrigan's exposed bra. Most however, gasped in shock as the room finally went deathly silent. Who would dare, and at such an important time as this? There wasn't just the surprise guest to think about but also the other teachers as well, a few of whom had been standing near the doors.

Removing her glasses, Lady Setrigan used her right had to try and remove as much of her make-up as she could to keep it out of her eyes before lifting her silk shirt so her underwear wasn't as visible. With her glasses back on she quickly scanned the room for the culprit or culprits as the liquid attack began evaporating. Whether it was the result of a silent spell or her building ire, the effect was startling as everyone watched steam slowly spring up around her body.

Setrigan looked ready to kill, frightening even the student members in her fan club. Luckily the situation was diffused soon after it began when the surprise guest, Scion Thora, stepped forward.

With a wave of her hand, Thora summoned the spirit over to her before asking it to return to the one who had summoned it. With a nod of it's head, the spirit flew over to Edyrm and landed in front of him. The spirit then gave the mage a wink and a thumbs up before vanishing, completely selling him out.

Setrigan had guessed that it was a summoner who was responsible for conjuring the water spirit but she didn't think Edyrm, or any of her students for that matter, were that reckless. Apparently she was wrong. Combing through her long, black hair with her fingers, Lady Setrigan glared quietly at Edyrm.

OOC

Spoiler

Lady Setrigan has shoulder-length, black hair with blue eyes and a few wrinkles. She's wearing a white, silk top with a dark, pencil skirt. Scion Thora has black fur with yellow eyes. She's wearing a purple robe with gold trimmings.

  

Atrophy and Falis: Home Sweet Home III

 "Good," the archdemon said simply. "Then take it. Luxuriate in it. Drown yourselves in what few pleasures this virgin world has to offer. You both have earned this..."

"M-My Lord Able," Varcool interrupted with his groveling. "Oh Merciless Lord , Ruler of the Eight Realm and Prince of the Endless Shadows, surely humble Varcool is also worthy of such ecstasy? I, who would gladly give his life if you only but ask, surely I too am worthy?"

"Your time will come, as it does to all who are loyal to me. First however, are my favorites. Ladies, if you would be so kind, before Varcool forgets himself again."

  

Lady Cecily: Playing With One's Sword II

 "From the southern courtyard all the way to her room, Lady Cecily laughed deliriously as she ran while playfully mocking Sir Lazarus Gryffen III, her personal bodyguard. Like most shields, as they are known in New Avarith, Sir Lazarus was sent by his noble family as a child to be Lord Gyles' squire. Thus he and Lady Cecily were practically raised as siblings, and are quite close as a result.

Tumbling into her bed, Cecily gasped for air as she recalled the tale of her mother scolding Sir Lazarus. Closing the door behind them, Lazarus chucked a bit before insisting that Lady Cecily have her bath and then change for her party.

"Oh come now Lazarus, don't be such a bore. Besides, the party won't start without the guest of honor -- if that is indeed I."

"Oh really? And what pray tell would interest you more than obeying your mother's commands?"

"Well now, I can certainly think of a thing or two..," Cecily said as she slowly approached Lazarus while stripping out of her soiled garments.

"M-My Lady! You know we mustn't. Your father and your brother would have me hanged if they found out that we've been... Umm..."

"Don't you worry about my brother, I can handle him. After all, I've been taking his toys and making him cry ever since we were children. And by all accounts Father has it in his head to break with tradition and make me the next heir by skipping over my brother."

"So as far as I can see, you really ought to be more concerned with satisfying me -- or should I threaten to have your entire family killed, would that help ease your conflicted mind?"

"N-No! I mean, yes!"

"Lazarus, love? Stop talking..."

  

Lowell and Æscesne: The Awkward First Date III

 "And why should I be insulted, lad?" Sir Bryland laughed again. "Because of some cock itch, a bit of stray hair and a limp?"

"Nonsense! 'Sleep with a dragon, expect to be burned,' as my dear father always use to say. And quite frankly, it's always better when it burns -- in my humble opinion, of course."

"Still, I see that you're a man who stands by his opinion and backs it up with some facts. I like that. If only our friend here were as vocal. Ah, well. Perhaps once he's had a few kills in him, eh? Now, gentleman, if you'll excuse me, I have many more recruits to traumatize before I sleep tonight." And with that, Sir Bryland Reach was once more a leaf in the wind.

Across the room, Reynard Fellwing was still enjoying his free meal when Detective Cecilia Lockhart came over to the banquet table. She noticed out of the corner of her eye that he wasn't exactly dressed for the occasion and wondered quite frankly if he belonged there.

  

Einar and Orbin: The First Meeting II

 "Do you know any good places to get an ale around here? I've had a weird day, and I'm a little parched."

"There's only one place worth mentioning," the heavily freckled woman said. "And that's the Drunkard's Death. It's a rowdy place, as one would expect from a whore house that sells alcohol. Not sure it'd be safe for the likes of you to go in there, sir."

"Unless of course, you're some sort of adventurer? I hear they've slowly been trickling in after we put a bounty on those beats down in the tunnels. Well, if you are, then you should be able to handle a few whores and drunks. Anything else sir?"

 
The Drunkard's Death was right in front of the only pier in town and across from the blacksmith's shop. These facts as well as the ale and women made it a perfect staging ground for any excursions into the abandoned tunnels to the south, which was why most of the adventurers were already inside getting drunk.

"Kastor lives in the capital, in the Hall of Legends if I'm not mistaken," said the pumilo to Einar. "They don't allow just anyone in there though, if you want to have an audience with one of our greatest smiths, and access to the rest of the city, you'll have to prove yourself a warrior of great renown."

Taking the gold from Einar, the merchant wished the half-giant well on his quest to become famous enough to have a master smith forge a personal set of armor for him.

Edited by Obsession, 28 February 2015 - 01:38 PM.

[Officer Judy Hopps]

Yvanna Eros

The Tales of Trouble

With a graceful stride, Yvanna made her way along with the motley little war pack at the rear a fair ways. Never was she one to partake in the frenzy of front-line combat, its madness and fury beyond her normal sense of thinking. So warily, she walked near the back of the line as always. With her however, walked the nimble thief she had met so many years ago. Bearing just the hint of a smile as the march commenced in grim silence at first, she broke it with a softened song.

As clear and as beautiful as the sunrise on an autumn morning, she sang in her mysterious peoples' native tongue. She knew of no other way to bless the air with her voice, but with her song came a sense of fire; a sense of urgency and purpose. A thought that they, the band of few good now sought to punish the many wicked; so that the unfortunate could still flourish.

With her musical words, her feet and wrists created the beat for her instrument, they rang and sung, while all the same she received some incredulous glances and glares from the band of mercenaries. Yet it mattered not at all to her. All that mattered was the chance that the wind was still kissing her cheek with with a cooled caress, and that the earth remained steadfast beneath her feet. After all, she could get lost in the freeing fervor of a dance. For it was sweet glorious freedom to be free of the walls her mother had placed. Here, marching towards the next part of her adventure, she was truly free!

As softly as it had begun her song came to an end, and with it came a rapid fire of questions from the thief she walked alongside. Truth be told, it was startling to her at first as she had been so used to the stiffness of being an unquestioned royal. Rarely if ever had she been met with such boundless curiosity!

It would only be fair that she answered him. As truthfully as she could at least.

"Could have been worse, things have." She started timidly, glancing towards the odd Aslandi. "After we met, safely I made it home. Pleased with me, my mother was not." Shamefully, her tall and slender ears folded back as she continued to speak of what happened. "So angry was she, that bound me to her city with magic she crafted." For a few moments, her eyes looked with woeful sorrow towards the road ahead. "Like a caged bird who sought to just fly was I. Dreamed so much of the outside world, yearned for it I did. But now I am here, so worry not."

Warmly, her sorrow turned into serenity. "Happy to see you again I am truly. But now, with our new friend, for war we must prepare. An enemy will soon be upon us I am sure."

Edited by The Hawk's Eye, 28 February 2015 - 12:01 PM.

[I-Am-X]

Falis

Nightmare Realm (Archdemon Able's Estate)

 

Home Sweet Home: Act III

 

With a bow as a grin embraces her lips, "I'm honored Milord, I shall enjoy myself fully and live up to such praise..." I'll take my sweet time with this one, I have no intention of making this another temporary vacation. This world shall be my new playground, for now and in the future. She thought without a change in her expression. Hearing her lord's words to Varcool, "Yes, Milord."

 

Walking over to the portal, she glanced at Varcool with a mocking smile that essentially said "Better luck next time." I wonder how he'll take that. He'll probably wait for his chance to go through the portal and finally make his move. I'll enjoy that. Heh. With that thought, she jumps into the portal and towards her new destination.

 

 

 

 

Lenna Astal

Vikare's Academy Of Magic

 

School Daze: Act I

 

It was another boring day at Vikare's Academy of Magic, but day in and day out she kept telling herself it was all worth it. One must have patience to get what one desires and she's no exception. Given a new lease on life, she might as well enjoy it. Looking around, she gazed at each of her fellow students. All of them so plain and boring, except a few, like Eris who was being strange as usual. At least, those around her think so. Finally her eyes rested upon Edyrm, an Unducdecim. From what she was able to learn that the Unducdecims were this planets most magically gifted race, although, they're weak physically. But physical strength is quite overrated, one doesn't need physical strength to be dominant, she should know.

 

Lenna Astal, standing at a nice 6'2 with a body that will make some swoon and intimidate others, is daughter of the clan of Astal that rules over the domain of Roland, a territory in nearby Maymoon lands. She was quite gifted academically and quite a popular figure in the academy (well at least with the guys anyway). Well, at least that's the story anyway. She came to this Academy years ago purely on a whim, after hearing about them training this worlds 'heroes'. While checking out the opposing side and gathering information was one of her intentions, she was merely hoping to find some new toys to play with to ease her boredom. Just as she was getting bored, she took note of a certain being, Edyrm. Eris was interesting in her own way but he was the one that caught her interest. It was always the 'pure' ones she enjoyed corrupting the most but the last batch disappointed her greatly. Though, Edyrm had a lot more potential than the other failures had, so she was hopeful.

 

Hearing a noise, she turned and it was Lady Setrigan, one of the more magically gifted Maymoons around their teacher, walked back into the room beaming with excitement as she moved to make an important annoucement. For awhile now there has been rumors going about that a guest would be dropping by and that it would be one of the scions. So this had to be about that... But before she was able to finish her introduction, a water spirit was conjured above her and doused her in water. All in all, it was quite amusing. Especially the killing intent given off by Setrigan. But it didn't take long for the fun to be brought to an end when their special guest summoned the spirit to her and traced it back to the summoner. Betrayed buy his own spirit. Heh.

 

"You sure have a way with women, don't you Edyrm?" She chuckled to the man behind her.

Edited by I-Am-X, 01 March 2015 - 03:17 PM.

[ANIMA]

Aeloshir Goldmane
On the prowl 

It’s been a while since I hunted in pack, Aeloshir though as the group made its way through the tall grass of the savannah, following the lead of Aslandi called Nua to the poachers’ camp. His companions were all oddballs, people who you wouldn’t normally see as a part of Aslandi society, which is to be expected. No proper Aslandi would break the traditions and go to hunt the poachers, even if they were being intolerable pests. And not all of them were Aslandi, there was one Kertekelen and one Tav’Salan.

The latter was an energetic girl which seemed acquainted with another Aslandi member of the pack. He could hear the two chat during the travel. Aeloshir himself couldn’t wait for them to reach the enemy camp and was feeling quite eager to start fighting any moment now. He proclaimed loudly to no one in particular:

“I hope we get there soon, it’s been a while since I last prayed, hahaha!”

 

[Socrates]

Beneath rows of catered food, cakes, and plates, lay a table that ran through the outskirts of the room. Cecilia barely made out the thin etchings that ran their way down the legs of the table. Reinforcement runes to hold it in place. More expensive than just screwing the tables into the ground, but better than ruining the fancy ceramic tiles. Cecilia picked up a dark round ball off of one of the platters. Biting into the chocolate coating, she rapidly shook her head from the taste, bitter from the coffee inside. Panicked to get crap out of her mouth, she glanced around for a glass of water, and gulped down the soft ground coffee beans with a splash of water. Frowning, Cecilia looked to toss the remaining abomination. A quick tap on her shoulder made Cecilia do a 180. Reaching out with a white gloved hand, a freshly polished butler smiled with his eyes closed. Cecilia placed the bitten brown round into his hand. A nod and the man walked off into the distance.

 

Stomach rumbling, Cecilia scanned the feast that lay before her. What to eat? Chicken? Lamb? Some mashed red potatoes? Her finger prodded at a strange oval orb that lay in a golden dish at the center of the table. After the third poke, the hot orb's skin exploded hissing and releasing steam. 

 

"Those are Empereor bluefisher eggs," startled Cecilia, as she jumped back. Turning again, she saw the butler that had just taken the cho-fee round from her.

 

"Sorry for startling you, m'lady." The man's eyes finally parted revealing two golden circles. Cecilia finally took a long look at the man, noticing the half foot he had on her after he stopped bowing, as well as black hair that had been combed back for the night.

 

"Oh, no you're fine." Cecilia laughed. "I had never seen these..." she motioned to the furry eggs.

 

"Empereor bluefisher eggs."

 

"Right! Empereor bluefisher eggs. Boy that is a mouthful. And where do these come from?"

 

The man playfully smiled, with a glimmer of light reflecting in his eyes. "That, is a secret."

 

"Well then, why are they furry?"

 

"That too is a secret."

 

"Why do they explode?"

 

"Secret."

 

Cecilia's eyes narrowed. "You don't know do you?"

 

A laugh. "No, m'lady. I do not. I'm afraid I only know the names of the food." He pointed to the table. "You have some buckeyes, some liver and onions, some pigs-in-blankets. Would m'lady like to know what I recommend?"

 

"No thank you. And also, please stop saying, m'lady. Sounds weird."

 

"If it pleases you." Cecilia smiled. No rebuttal, just a quick nod of a head and acceptance. This quality of life wouldn't take much to getting used to.

 

"So does the mysterious butler have a name?"

 

"Victor."

 

"Victor...."

 

"Just Victor."

 

"Well, thank you, Victor. Twice over now." Both parties smiled.

 

"May I ask your name?"

 

"Hmm, oh yes. Cecilia, Cecilia Lockhart." She extended her hand to the butler, who grasped it, and gave a firm shake.

 

"Nice to meet you, Cecilia." Cecilia looked off towards the stairs at the end of the room. Still no movement from them. The most likely signal for the party to finally quick off though would be the chorus of footsteps and the silence of the gallery.

 

"Victor."

 

"Yes?"

 

"Do you know by chance what is taking the main attraction?"

 

"I assume you mean the lady of the house, Miss Cecily Derrington?"

 

"Yes."

 

"I assume she must be preoccupied."

 

"By chance, any rumors about Miss Cecily?" Victor frowned at the question, his eyes getting a little dark.

 

"Rumors are only daggers used by the weak. Surely, you must not partake in the spread of any of these little parasites?" Without hesitation, Cecilia responded.

 

"No, I don't partake in spreading them, I just find them particularly fascinating is all. Rumors are rather revealing." Victor's face lightened up.

 

"That they are." He nodded, silence ending their conversation.

 

"Well, I apologize for stealing some of your time. I hope you enjoy the rest of the party."

 

"Thank you, Victor. Will I see you on the roads tomorrow?" Victor thought for a moment.

 

"That will depend on fate. Goodnight, Cecilia."

 

"Goodnight, Victor." Cecilia waved to the butler, as he walked off to grab trash from a nearby noble. She took a sip of water and headed towards the stairs.

Edited by Socrates, 01 March 2015 - 02:06 AM.

[El Phantom]

Reynard Fellwing

Ballroom - Cecily's Birthday Party

 

"Emperor bluefisher eggs? So thas' what they're called", he said, taking a bite out of one as he looked to the lady, soon as she finished talking with the butler he began to speak. He had a pretty packed dish, an assortment of things, from basic and delicious, to ones that looked strange, like right out of a potion cookbook, there really was an assortment of food here, and from many different cultures too. The chefs were obviously well-versed, not that Reynard really appreciated that aspect, he was just thankful for the good food.

 

"They're pretty good, I think this pigs-in-blankets thing is... This thing?", he jabbed his fork into a sausage wrapped in bacon, and then took a bite. Honestly it was his favourite dish here right now, and he notoriously already cleared a good portion of the plate, so much that nearby you could hear some of the butlers mention needing more of them. He spoke again soon as he finished his bite. It looks like he knew at least not to talk while eating.

 

"So whas' your name? I'm Reynard, adventurer and inventor... Although very new to this profession", it was clear from the way he spoke... And dressed, that he was very out of place here. Many of those who signed to fight alongside the Lady Cecily were those who sought fame and fortune, and came from a background of noblemen. Reynard had long decided to ignore the lack of people he can better relate to and decided this would be a good chance to know more people. He had nothing to show for himself other than the contraption at his waist he calls a weapon.

Edited by El Phantom, 02 March 2015 - 03:30 AM.

[Faye]

|| Eris Aletheia, the Rain Maiden

 | Vikare's Academy of Magic

 | Vikarean Archipelago

 

First, there is the summoner. Then, comes the spirit that resides within. What comes next, is a hilarious yet ominous disaster. The water spirit Edrym summoned are mischievous by nature, and being a spotlight-hungry spirit that she is, she decided to pull a prank on Mistress Setrigan, one of the more talented Maymoon in the field of magic. So talented she is, that she managed to become a professor in a magic academy run by Unducdecims, the most magically gifted race in this universe.

 

It would all be fine, if Eris were a simple bystander. In this case, however, she is tightly tied to the perpetrator of the crime in question. The Unducdecim who is now sweating profusely, happens to be her traveling companion, as well as the one who invited her to come to this academy of magic. Should he get into trouble, it would not bode well for Eris. What would it be this time? Boiled alive? Hanged upside down? Allow us to let this be known beforehand, there is a reason why Eris referred to Lady Setrigan as Mistress instead of Professor. She is that scary, especially when angered.

 

Yet, for some reason, the prospect of being boiled alive is not the main source of Eris' distress. No, instead it is the towering senior that is now standing right in front of Edrym: a redheaded female senior that goes by the name Lenna Astral. She is not particularly hostile, in all sense of the world. Yet, the fact that she's having so much fun talking to Edrym has somehow put a much larger burden on Eris' chest than Mistress Setrigan's rage.

 

Not sure on what to do with this feeling, Eris decides to shake her worry away, and join in the conversation. Smiling, she begin her speech. "He sure does, doesn't he? First day of the academic year, and he's already managed to draw the attention of the most popular teacher and senior. All in a relatively short span of time. Quite the prince charming, isn't he?"

Edited by fayrine, 02 March 2015 - 11:57 PM.