[Roll 14vs22] Robbing someone's grave did not quite have a well known aspect of moral or even disrespect save for the select few communities or even wayward travelers that have developed a sense of humanity along their way. Jack, while sifting through the corpse's pockets did she come to find something quite interesting or of possible interest. Metallic earrings who's origins lie deep from within the Koorva woods. These earrings are given to those within Esterwyn who have proven themselves worthy to walk amongst their people. A meager traveler wasn't so insignificant at all. In fact, given closer inspection to those that may wonder. The looted body hailed from such lands from his noticeably longer and finer hair.
The conversation between the three men was settled. Sort of. Neither of which could agree on the other's opinion and thus concluded with them all going separate ways. "Pft. Later. Let's just hope the guild don't come across none of ya! And if I do see ya', have some nice stuff for me to take!" Shouting one of the men to the other two. This man wandered off toward a group of shifting appearing people that was standing by the building closest to Sovereign's ridges. The other individual who spoke of leaving for Koorvan shouted back at them, even delivering some disrespectful hand gestures, "Don't worry. When I'm a full fledged citizen of the Koorvan wood I'll have more than enough tricks up my sleeve to take down you and your scummy bunch of vagabonds!" And the last man sneered at the other two. "Bah. Bandits, wood folk. Who needs'em when you got money!?" Throwing his hands behind his head with utter confidence, he paced himself off in the direction of Precious to begin his merchentileship.
Even in this state of chaos there was always something afoot whether sinister of the contrary. A group of men took it upon themselves to see about the tavern; under the assumption that the owner was locked up inside on his own. The sound of the large wooden doors being shook a few times rung both inside and out. This was possibly of the worst decisions for the group of four. "Hey! You in there old man!?" One shouted. No response. A hand was raised to silence any white noise chatter that may have been going on at the time between the four. "Eh?" Wrinkling his nose. "A girl laughing?" Meanwhile this entire occurrence can be viewed from almost anywhere in the town. Some of the bandits at the upper level housing even pointed and laughed, proclaiming them a bunch of drunkards trying to get free mead -- Although the concept wasn't bad.
One of the men charged the door once -- twice -- then the doors broke in off the hinges. The man that charged in stumbled forward through the splintering chunks of wood in a slight daze at how his third charge went with little resistance. Then 'Black'. He had been stabbed in the left eye with a sharp length of wood left over from the destruction of Simon and the Sver conflict. The girl was already covered in blood, but the blood was not her's. Before any of this, no one was bleeding so where had this blood come from? On the bar countertop was something familiar, but not so familiar. The aged head of her best friend was sat upon the wooden surface and beside it was a tankard of mead. She had beheaded the aged companion with makeshift edged tools detailed by how poorly the point where the head had been severed is mangled.
She.. had been having a conversation with a decapitated head. The intrusion of the men invoked words only spoken from mad men. "Was it you!? Are you friends with HIM!? Did YOU tell him to come here and kill my friend!?" Her voice cracked a few times through the quakiness of each word. Releasing the object used to impale the intruder she turned her attention to the other three that stood almost unamused that she had killed their friend. "Or you?" Snapping her finger to the now beheaded corpse. "Did Y'all do this to her!?" The expression of an over boiled dropped immediately to sadness and concern. "No, no. It's okay.." Staggering over to the lukewarm head to cradle its cheeks in her pale, blood stained and splinter pricked hands.
It was clear at this point she was ill, but barbaric men will be barbaric men and charged their way inside.
Meanwhile, within the Attunement Chamber...
Simon had ceased his little sermon regarding mana to inspect Yagrush. "He does not fear." Spending some time there knelt, trying to figure how Yagrush was processing the situation. "I can study him later, but I feel there is something I am overlooking." Standing back up he let out a heavy sigh of disappointment of himself. "Not as sharp as I use to be. So many years.." Adjusting his glasses he left the subject of Yagrush for a later date. "Neutral?" Finally questioning Feldar. He paced from Yagrush to return to the book he initially began his speeches. "Neutral is a title reserved for those that pick up a specialty. Pyromancy, Hydromancy, Base-line casters of the like. When you become the face of Mana your alignment to which side is paramount. You are able to tap into a multitude of latent traits that are not within yourself, but within the Mana flow. The four sides I explained previous to you, imagine those to be four winds blowing against one another. At the very center is a chaotic hurricane of distortion. Roles must be filled to maintain this flow of four. If one were to.. be extinguished. It will change the tide of mana forever."
Simon's words were fairly leaning toward one side. Having solely experienced the Benevolence, yet only lived the Malevolence through the optics he wears on his face each day which granted him the empathy necessary for the survival of their side of the flow. "Whether it will be catastrophic or not, I cannot say." Closing his eyes in admittance as he turned the page on the book where a mark was exposed. [Roll The moment the page was turned the sky above haven had gradually grown dark once more, but not with the clouds of sovereign. Fortunately for the girl in the tavern it managed to stall the men that were almost before her with their attention averted outside. This was out of the norm.
"I can only pray you both fulfill your roles in this devilish game." The resurfacing of the Sver was something that had this old mage shook within his core which brought about his hasty action to proceed with the attunement so abruptly. The library of books began to vibrate then jut out from their position upon the rows and columns of shelves. The sounds that emanated from the very material that held together this construct could be described as a low hum with the occasional crackle mimicking that of something electrifying. Each book had a role to play in this. The gravity within the chamber intensified. "Only time can dictate your growth."
[Roll 30] The books, seals and reagents were old, worn and in some even were dried of their mythical properties because of their time without use. [Counter Roll to Determine Growth - Feldar & Valos]
Every page left their bindings. The flapping of paper filled the ears of all within the stone construct even drowning out the vibrating and crackling ambience. There were no winds inside the chamber, but outside a storm could be said to have been brewing by anyone who knows what tells are within the sky for one. Lightning flashed and thunders rolled across the lands. Even a downpour came in such a rush that few can boast to have prearrangements for such weather in Haven. (Sound effects for anyone wanting.)
The downward pull continued to intensify in only affect to Feldar and Valos as Simon was not the one in need to attune. The runes and depicted symbols of mana poured forth from the pages in a brilliant light display that washed over the two of them in a flurry of blurs and smudges with the speed of which they traveled. Yagrush, during this whole scene did nothing but observe with the eyes of someone with pertinent knowledge that the other party has displayed not to possess despite previous ramblings. At one instant both of their bodies: Valos and Feldar gave off a dim glow, but quickly subsided. "Simon observed with judging eyes how the two will take to the process.
[Event Roll due to Roll 30] Above ground there was a problem brewing. The downpour came down harder as time progressed until visibility had become a lost cause to attempt. Thunder continued and lights still flashing about from the sky then it happened. An enormous bolt of lightning struck the tavern. Tearing the roof apart and even setting some of the wood ablaze in a purple fire that was not extinguished by the torrential downpour. If anyone had decided to take refuge in this building or even to confront the men that had broken an entry they will find themselves thrown back by the sheer magnitude of force that came down on the tavern. One of the remaining three men happened to be struck directly by the lightning and nothing but ashes were left in his wake of tangible existence. The girl though, hollered, screamed and shouted. She picked up objects and threw them. Ears ringing from the massive explosion of a sound that erupted within feet of her she had become more of a liability. That hatred was evolving. Manafesting into something in light of this Mana Storm. [Due to Roll 30] The voluminous use of this sort of magic was likely to misfire with such worn mediums on use.
Around the woman who's body ached, pained and was battered... a black, evil fire had begun to visible burn around her for all nearby to see.
Ever since that strike of lightning, it felt different. Even those not within the immediate vicinity felt.. odd aside from the ear splitter ~Crackle-BOOM* that deafened everyone in town temporarily.
When all was to subside and the attunement finish. The downward force eased and all was normal save for the new trait of minor mana weaving being at their disposal. Sheets of papers still falling from the air after their fixed whirl of circular rotation around the room. No longer with their worn and smudged marks on their surfaces. Blank sheets. This chamber has served its purpose. Unbeknownst the Simon.. what had been created just above. The only sense of ambience now was the idle crackling of static buzzing through the air. "Well?" Simon spoke up, overburdening the soft staticy whispers that zipped through the vacancy.
[For every 15 points above the Event Roll equates to 1 mystery trait. Those within the attunement chamber gain a modifier of 25 for this roll. New entries my also start off in Haven, if they so choose.]
The conversation between the three men was settled. Sort of. Neither of which could agree on the other's opinion and thus concluded with them all going separate ways. "Pft. Later. Let's just hope the guild don't come across none of ya! And if I do see ya', have some nice stuff for me to take!" Shouting one of the men to the other two. This man wandered off toward a group of shifting appearing people that was standing by the building closest to Sovereign's ridges. The other individual who spoke of leaving for Koorvan shouted back at them, even delivering some disrespectful hand gestures, "Don't worry. When I'm a full fledged citizen of the Koorvan wood I'll have more than enough tricks up my sleeve to take down you and your scummy bunch of vagabonds!" And the last man sneered at the other two. "Bah. Bandits, wood folk. Who needs'em when you got money!?" Throwing his hands behind his head with utter confidence, he paced himself off in the direction of Precious to begin his merchentileship.
Even in this state of chaos there was always something afoot whether sinister of the contrary. A group of men took it upon themselves to see about the tavern; under the assumption that the owner was locked up inside on his own. The sound of the large wooden doors being shook a few times rung both inside and out. This was possibly of the worst decisions for the group of four. "Hey! You in there old man!?" One shouted. No response. A hand was raised to silence any white noise chatter that may have been going on at the time between the four. "Eh?" Wrinkling his nose. "A girl laughing?" Meanwhile this entire occurrence can be viewed from almost anywhere in the town. Some of the bandits at the upper level housing even pointed and laughed, proclaiming them a bunch of drunkards trying to get free mead -- Although the concept wasn't bad.
One of the men charged the door once -- twice -- then the doors broke in off the hinges. The man that charged in stumbled forward through the splintering chunks of wood in a slight daze at how his third charge went with little resistance. Then 'Black'. He had been stabbed in the left eye with a sharp length of wood left over from the destruction of Simon and the Sver conflict. The girl was already covered in blood, but the blood was not her's. Before any of this, no one was bleeding so where had this blood come from? On the bar countertop was something familiar, but not so familiar. The aged head of her best friend was sat upon the wooden surface and beside it was a tankard of mead. She had beheaded the aged companion with makeshift edged tools detailed by how poorly the point where the head had been severed is mangled.
She.. had been having a conversation with a decapitated head. The intrusion of the men invoked words only spoken from mad men. "Was it you!? Are you friends with HIM!? Did YOU tell him to come here and kill my friend!?" Her voice cracked a few times through the quakiness of each word. Releasing the object used to impale the intruder she turned her attention to the other three that stood almost unamused that she had killed their friend. "Or you?" Snapping her finger to the now beheaded corpse. "Did Y'all do this to her!?" The expression of an over boiled dropped immediately to sadness and concern. "No, no. It's okay.." Staggering over to the lukewarm head to cradle its cheeks in her pale, blood stained and splinter pricked hands.
It was clear at this point she was ill, but barbaric men will be barbaric men and charged their way inside.
Meanwhile, within the Attunement Chamber...
Simon had ceased his little sermon regarding mana to inspect Yagrush. "He does not fear." Spending some time there knelt, trying to figure how Yagrush was processing the situation. "I can study him later, but I feel there is something I am overlooking." Standing back up he let out a heavy sigh of disappointment of himself. "Not as sharp as I use to be. So many years.." Adjusting his glasses he left the subject of Yagrush for a later date. "Neutral?" Finally questioning Feldar. He paced from Yagrush to return to the book he initially began his speeches. "Neutral is a title reserved for those that pick up a specialty. Pyromancy, Hydromancy, Base-line casters of the like. When you become the face of Mana your alignment to which side is paramount. You are able to tap into a multitude of latent traits that are not within yourself, but within the Mana flow. The four sides I explained previous to you, imagine those to be four winds blowing against one another. At the very center is a chaotic hurricane of distortion. Roles must be filled to maintain this flow of four. If one were to.. be extinguished. It will change the tide of mana forever."
Simon's words were fairly leaning toward one side. Having solely experienced the Benevolence, yet only lived the Malevolence through the optics he wears on his face each day which granted him the empathy necessary for the survival of their side of the flow. "Whether it will be catastrophic or not, I cannot say." Closing his eyes in admittance as he turned the page on the book where a mark was exposed. [Roll The moment the page was turned the sky above haven had gradually grown dark once more, but not with the clouds of sovereign. Fortunately for the girl in the tavern it managed to stall the men that were almost before her with their attention averted outside. This was out of the norm.
"I can only pray you both fulfill your roles in this devilish game." The resurfacing of the Sver was something that had this old mage shook within his core which brought about his hasty action to proceed with the attunement so abruptly. The library of books began to vibrate then jut out from their position upon the rows and columns of shelves. The sounds that emanated from the very material that held together this construct could be described as a low hum with the occasional crackle mimicking that of something electrifying. Each book had a role to play in this. The gravity within the chamber intensified. "Only time can dictate your growth."
[Roll 30] The books, seals and reagents were old, worn and in some even were dried of their mythical properties because of their time without use. [Counter Roll to Determine Growth - Feldar & Valos]
Every page left their bindings. The flapping of paper filled the ears of all within the stone construct even drowning out the vibrating and crackling ambience. There were no winds inside the chamber, but outside a storm could be said to have been brewing by anyone who knows what tells are within the sky for one. Lightning flashed and thunders rolled across the lands. Even a downpour came in such a rush that few can boast to have prearrangements for such weather in Haven. (Sound effects for anyone wanting.)
The downward pull continued to intensify in only affect to Feldar and Valos as Simon was not the one in need to attune. The runes and depicted symbols of mana poured forth from the pages in a brilliant light display that washed over the two of them in a flurry of blurs and smudges with the speed of which they traveled. Yagrush, during this whole scene did nothing but observe with the eyes of someone with pertinent knowledge that the other party has displayed not to possess despite previous ramblings. At one instant both of their bodies: Valos and Feldar gave off a dim glow, but quickly subsided. "Simon observed with judging eyes how the two will take to the process.
[Event Roll due to Roll 30] Above ground there was a problem brewing. The downpour came down harder as time progressed until visibility had become a lost cause to attempt. Thunder continued and lights still flashing about from the sky then it happened. An enormous bolt of lightning struck the tavern. Tearing the roof apart and even setting some of the wood ablaze in a purple fire that was not extinguished by the torrential downpour. If anyone had decided to take refuge in this building or even to confront the men that had broken an entry they will find themselves thrown back by the sheer magnitude of force that came down on the tavern. One of the remaining three men happened to be struck directly by the lightning and nothing but ashes were left in his wake of tangible existence. The girl though, hollered, screamed and shouted. She picked up objects and threw them. Ears ringing from the massive explosion of a sound that erupted within feet of her she had become more of a liability. That hatred was evolving. Manafesting into something in light of this Mana Storm. [Due to Roll 30] The voluminous use of this sort of magic was likely to misfire with such worn mediums on use.
Around the woman who's body ached, pained and was battered... a black, evil fire had begun to visible burn around her for all nearby to see.
Ever since that strike of lightning, it felt different. Even those not within the immediate vicinity felt.. odd aside from the ear splitter ~Crackle-BOOM* that deafened everyone in town temporarily.
When all was to subside and the attunement finish. The downward force eased and all was normal save for the new trait of minor mana weaving being at their disposal. Sheets of papers still falling from the air after their fixed whirl of circular rotation around the room. No longer with their worn and smudged marks on their surfaces. Blank sheets. This chamber has served its purpose. Unbeknownst the Simon.. what had been created just above. The only sense of ambience now was the idle crackling of static buzzing through the air. "Well?" Simon spoke up, overburdening the soft staticy whispers that zipped through the vacancy.
[For every 15 points above the Event Roll equates to 1 mystery trait. Those within the attunement chamber gain a modifier of 25 for this roll. New entries my also start off in Haven, if they so choose.]
rolled 1d100 and got 14
Looting corpses!? For shame! But you never know. Might find something nifty from a gruff ol' man like that.
rolled 1d100 and got 41
Residual Mana Event Roll. [Everyone can roll against this] If you want the effects, it's optional.
rolled 1d100 and got 30
The Mana Attunement Chamber is old in compliment to it's antique look. Just how useful are those reagents and marks?
Feldar watched carefully as Simon had begun to inspect Yagrush. He doesn't fear... How is something like that even possible. Feldar brought his hand to his chin in thought. Although, this was soon interrupted by Simon talking to Feldar directly.
Feldar listened to Simon as he spoke of how Neutrality worked. "So, Neutrality is dictated by the mana flow as well? That makes me wonder if there are any creatures separate from mana and void. There surely has to be a line drawn somewhere between the two." Feldar stopped talking as he mentioned the epicenter of where the four sides collide. Feldar ceased his questions immediately and just listened to Simon.
"So, there is a possibility where mana can be removed and not become chaotic. That is surprising considering that normally balance must be maintained in these sorts of things..." Feldar brought his hand onto the top of his shoulder. His hand slightly clenching into his shoulder showing minor signs of worry.
Feldar watched carefully as the surrounding books began to vibrate and protrude from the shelves. Feldar watched agape trying to find a way to express what he was seeing. The low crackle heard in the room was shortly followed by intense gravity. Feldar noticed it only slight at first feeling heavier than average. Then shortly followed was the pages leaving each of the books swirling around in each direction.
Feldar had been able to resist the gravity for a large portion of time. Although, this hadn't lasted and he was soon forced down to one knee. Feldar continued to endure the strength of the gravity before it suddenly eased and disappeared. Feldar watched as the blank sheets floated to the floor and covered the area.
Feldar gripped one of the sheets tightly in his hand and stood back up. It took a few moments for Feldar to feel at ease again and he looked at Simon. "Well? I'm not exactly sure what to expect. I'll give you one thing... It was definitely a strange experience." Feldar looked at the paper and unclenched it in his fist.
Feldar listened to Simon as he spoke of how Neutrality worked. "So, Neutrality is dictated by the mana flow as well? That makes me wonder if there are any creatures separate from mana and void. There surely has to be a line drawn somewhere between the two." Feldar stopped talking as he mentioned the epicenter of where the four sides collide. Feldar ceased his questions immediately and just listened to Simon.
"So, there is a possibility where mana can be removed and not become chaotic. That is surprising considering that normally balance must be maintained in these sorts of things..." Feldar brought his hand onto the top of his shoulder. His hand slightly clenching into his shoulder showing minor signs of worry.
Feldar watched carefully as the surrounding books began to vibrate and protrude from the shelves. Feldar watched agape trying to find a way to express what he was seeing. The low crackle heard in the room was shortly followed by intense gravity. Feldar noticed it only slight at first feeling heavier than average. Then shortly followed was the pages leaving each of the books swirling around in each direction.
Feldar had been able to resist the gravity for a large portion of time. Although, this hadn't lasted and he was soon forced down to one knee. Feldar continued to endure the strength of the gravity before it suddenly eased and disappeared. Feldar watched as the blank sheets floated to the floor and covered the area.
Feldar gripped one of the sheets tightly in his hand and stood back up. It took a few moments for Feldar to feel at ease again and he looked at Simon. "Well? I'm not exactly sure what to expect. I'll give you one thing... It was definitely a strange experience." Feldar looked at the paper and unclenched it in his fist.
rolled 1d100 and got a natural 4. After the modifier of +25, got 29
Residual Mana Event Roll
rolled 1d100 and got 48
Counter Roll against Mana Attunement Chamber.
Archer had been wandering in the forest when it started pouring rain. He was used too the rain, so he kept walking. Suddenly, an enormous lightning bolt struck up ahead of him. "Cool..." he said in awe as he ran to where it struck. When he came up, he saw a destroyed building on fire with purple flames. He rushed into the building to see if anybody needed help. Seeing that his help wasn't needed, he turned to leave. But a crack in the wall caught his eye. He walked towards it to study it, seeing a faint light on the other side. Checking to see that he wasn't being watched, he melted into the ground and reappeared on the other side of the wall. He cautiously made his way down the stairs to the room below.
Sage usually stuck to the outskirts of town, completely going around them if it was at all possible. This town, however, was small that he did not mind sparring amount of humans that roamed the area. He was a rather tall man, standing around 6' 4", and a build that easily put him over 240 pounds of leaned muscles.
He strides slowly threw, his deep ocean blue eyes closed to protect them from the rain. The lack of visibility did not bother him. His hearing was good enough to tell where anyone around him was from the rain battering there skin and the roof tops. His ears also picking up the sound of people arguing, though what it is exactly about with how hard the rain was pouring down.
As he gets closer to the tavern, the scent of blood hits his nose, causing a smile to spread across his lips. His pace quickens while his tongue slides out of his mouth to lick his lips. When he gets there the door is already broken down, a man impaled on the debry. He watches looks at the corpse stepping in the door and over the body. Though the body quickly lost his attention as a new scent hit his nose.
His eyes cautiously watch the woman rant about who had killed her friend. She even blamed the disembodied head she carried as the one that killed her friend. He smirks, slightly smug at the obvious madness the woman held. Though her own madness played a bit off of his own. He takes a step towards the woman, his eyes filling with hunger.
His hand reaches out, just about to grab her when something seemed amiss. His hair stood up on edge. He did not know why, but he bolts out of the tavern, moving faster than a human really should, but even with that speed it was not enough. The lightning cracks down on the tavern throwing Sage's massive body several feet. He hits the ground, but his instincts kick in making it rather soft as he roles yards beyond where he first it the ground and spins around to see the wreckage as best he could. His ears were of no more use, him hearing nothing but ringing from the crack of lightning and thunder. His sense working against him this time.
He drops down to one know, the ringing in his ears from the thunder and lightning almost being unbearable. His hands cover his ears trying to keep the sound away, but to no avail. He would not be able to move for some time til he could clear his head and re-ascertain his surrondings. Despite his physical senses being hindered, he felt the flow of mana passing threw him. He did not know what it was from, or what it ment, but he willing embraced the distraction.
He strides slowly threw, his deep ocean blue eyes closed to protect them from the rain. The lack of visibility did not bother him. His hearing was good enough to tell where anyone around him was from the rain battering there skin and the roof tops. His ears also picking up the sound of people arguing, though what it is exactly about with how hard the rain was pouring down.
As he gets closer to the tavern, the scent of blood hits his nose, causing a smile to spread across his lips. His pace quickens while his tongue slides out of his mouth to lick his lips. When he gets there the door is already broken down, a man impaled on the debry. He watches looks at the corpse stepping in the door and over the body. Though the body quickly lost his attention as a new scent hit his nose.
His eyes cautiously watch the woman rant about who had killed her friend. She even blamed the disembodied head she carried as the one that killed her friend. He smirks, slightly smug at the obvious madness the woman held. Though her own madness played a bit off of his own. He takes a step towards the woman, his eyes filling with hunger.
His hand reaches out, just about to grab her when something seemed amiss. His hair stood up on edge. He did not know why, but he bolts out of the tavern, moving faster than a human really should, but even with that speed it was not enough. The lightning cracks down on the tavern throwing Sage's massive body several feet. He hits the ground, but his instincts kick in making it rather soft as he roles yards beyond where he first it the ground and spins around to see the wreckage as best he could. His ears were of no more use, him hearing nothing but ringing from the crack of lightning and thunder. His sense working against him this time.
He drops down to one know, the ringing in his ears from the thunder and lightning almost being unbearable. His hands cover his ears trying to keep the sound away, but to no avail. He would not be able to move for some time til he could clear his head and re-ascertain his surrondings. Despite his physical senses being hindered, he felt the flow of mana passing threw him. He did not know what it was from, or what it ment, but he willing embraced the distraction.
rolled 1d100 and got 37
roll againt residual mana event, if possible he choose to embrace the change
(Okay, no Jack reply...)
Igneous twitched and began to feel the change in air pressure. He felt a drop of water on his nose. Another. A few more. The clouds broke open to unleash their torrent, flooding the sky with droplets of moisture. He heard a crackling noise near him and he turned. He saw a rather burly stranger approach the tavern, where it seems the storm gathered around. There was a flash, and a bolt of lightning struck the tavern, exploding debris every which-way. He held up his arms as a shield and after a moment, looked towards the tavern. He remembered the stranger outside of the tavern, and rushed towards him, ignoring the tingling sensation in the air that surrounded him.
Igneous twitched and began to feel the change in air pressure. He felt a drop of water on his nose. Another. A few more. The clouds broke open to unleash their torrent, flooding the sky with droplets of moisture. He heard a crackling noise near him and he turned. He saw a rather burly stranger approach the tavern, where it seems the storm gathered around. There was a flash, and a bolt of lightning struck the tavern, exploding debris every which-way. He held up his arms as a shield and after a moment, looked towards the tavern. He remembered the stranger outside of the tavern, and rushed towards him, ignoring the tingling sensation in the air that surrounded him.
rolled 1d100 and got 73
Mana roll
(Back. I went out of state to visit family for a few days, then had to sit in court all day yesterday)
Jack wrinkled her nose and squinted at Igneous, scoffing before continuing to loot the body. "It's a hunk of meat," she grumbled. "Why's that need respect?" The earrings were noticed, and with her minor appraisal abilities, Jack was able to deduce that they were of some value. She pocketed them before rising and shoving her hands in her pockets. His question caused her to quirk a brow. "What's it to you?" the rude rogue huffed, turning as if to stalk towards another body. She wasn't willing to admit that she was on the run, as the she'd been busted for petty thievery in the last town she'd visited.
The increase of rainfall caused Jack to pause, however, and she looked over her shoulder to the tavern in time to see the madwoman's spectacle. She was hesitant about entering, as the female's state disturbed her, but the prospect of shelter and a free drink was too tempting. She continued towards it in front of Igneous. It was then that Sage bolted from the door, and Jack flinched to the side before shooting him a nasty look. "Oy!" she snapped, "watch where you're ****ing going!" She continued to grumble to herself, but things took a turn for the unexpected. Without warning the lightning struck, throwing her lanky form backwards as her lips parted in soundless dismay.
Jack would hit the ground hard, rolling a ways before coming to a stop. Her head ached and her eyes watered. She pressed her palms to either side of her head, trying to stand but too disoriented, and she shrieked with fury and fear as the ringing impaired her sense of hearing. Not far from her, the madwoman was slowly surrounded by the ebony flames. The rogue rose to a seated position, gaze fixated on her with mounting anticipation. Jack raised a hand defensively and began to push herself backwards.
Jack wrinkled her nose and squinted at Igneous, scoffing before continuing to loot the body. "It's a hunk of meat," she grumbled. "Why's that need respect?" The earrings were noticed, and with her minor appraisal abilities, Jack was able to deduce that they were of some value. She pocketed them before rising and shoving her hands in her pockets. His question caused her to quirk a brow. "What's it to you?" the rude rogue huffed, turning as if to stalk towards another body. She wasn't willing to admit that she was on the run, as the she'd been busted for petty thievery in the last town she'd visited.
The increase of rainfall caused Jack to pause, however, and she looked over her shoulder to the tavern in time to see the madwoman's spectacle. She was hesitant about entering, as the female's state disturbed her, but the prospect of shelter and a free drink was too tempting. She continued towards it in front of Igneous. It was then that Sage bolted from the door, and Jack flinched to the side before shooting him a nasty look. "Oy!" she snapped, "watch where you're ****ing going!" She continued to grumble to herself, but things took a turn for the unexpected. Without warning the lightning struck, throwing her lanky form backwards as her lips parted in soundless dismay.
Jack would hit the ground hard, rolling a ways before coming to a stop. Her head ached and her eyes watered. She pressed her palms to either side of her head, trying to stand but too disoriented, and she shrieked with fury and fear as the ringing impaired her sense of hearing. Not far from her, the madwoman was slowly surrounded by the ebony flames. The rogue rose to a seated position, gaze fixated on her with mounting anticipation. Jack raised a hand defensively and began to push herself backwards.
rolled 1d100 and got 38
Mana Event Roll
A silence drew all sound from the room save for Feldar's deposition. There was a break though as Simon awaited Valos' self-same, but none came. The last of the falling pages slipped along the floor allowing clear side in full peripheral around the cylindrical radius that was their present chamber. To his slight distaste he cringed. "Stasis?" Muttering under his breath in more of a question than the statement truly meant to be spoken. Valos.. he.. he did not move. He was frozen in a lock of all time and space spliced from their own. Or.. was he just moving slower than the rest of them? This is the second instance in which caused Simon subconscious concern. In and out he heaved a breath of air through flared nostrils. Every so often through persistent watch over a few seconds one could see static running across Valos' spatial occupation in his knelt poise, but his eyes were interlocked with Yagrush's distinctively. "Well ain't this some sh*t." Blurting out without putting a thought into controlled vocabulary.
Turning to Feldar to converse regarding the seeding mana, he was interrupted before beginning by an unfamiliar voice. "You know, Simon. We have been wonder ever so much on when that old body of your's will begin to wain. What is the old saying?" Yagrush's head snapped to cast a menacingly calm look at the man whom he singled out. "The mind is the first to go?" Simon was thrown into complete panic. The once assumed mute has spoken! And words not to jest with either. Simon immediately brought his hands out and began to chant under his breath incoherent words. "It is a troublesome that this chamber was used for such--" Tilting his head as if downplaying Feldar as a fool and all the below. "Trifling and futile matters. You should have allowed us to make use of this 'one-time-deal' of a death trap." Yagrush searched Feldar's face for some sort of reaction by his words. "But no matter. You are spared. He -- Simon, is the one that is tra--" Just then Simon shouted the final word to his incantation, slamming both palms into the ground.
The black portal had tightened around Yagrush's neck, but the man continued speaking. "Slay me as you will, Simon, but the pawns are all in place. Your little use of this attunement chamber caused a lot more on the surface than even you have shown to not be aware of!" He laughed and laughed and laughed. Simon, defeated by his own lack of sense rose to his feet. "It's alright." Was his rebuttal. "It's alright." Yagrush ceased his laughter by force of a sensation in his abdomen. A gut wrenching one, but did not portray this physically. "What say you, Simon of the Twelve?" With eyes no longer filled with judgemental pride he placed a hand on Feldar's shoulder. "I don't know all of what is on the surface, but this must be faced with great bravery. He is right, however. This was my final deed to be done on this world. Keep the balance in order." Yanking his hand from shoulder to aim toward Valos, a cocoon of emerald encased around the individual converting his shape into an accessory. [Take your pick between Necklace, Wrist Bands, Ring, or Earrings.
The item will hover over the air area of transmutation briefly before fixating itself appropriately to Feldar.
(OPTIONAL ROLL) - Valos PM'd me his roll in the event he were to return claiming bad internet. In turn, he rolled a 1d95. Currently the tides are 29v95. You may throw an Alignment Influence Roll that will stack additively [29 + ?). If left as is, Feldar will be faced with several random dice rolls regarding decisions along the way. Call this a mini-game if you will. With each Roll of the die to challenge Feldar's integrity the results will be as follows:
-Winning each will gain you +5 conversation modifiers you can use at your whim. [Stacking 7x]
-Losing will bring inflict Dismay and cause what would have been a Good Alignment turn-out to fall to a Neutral Alignment turn out. In other words, a small case of Dementia. - Choose your social symptom within that scope.
-There will be 6 random dice rolls to thwart. Win all 7 in a row and be rewarded handsomely. More rolls won = better reward
Note: If you roll for an Influence boost, Buff: Face the Dark, you could effectively null the mini-game and miss out on rewards or lessen the current number of rolls and lessen the gains. This is a high risk, high reward.
Should Feldar refuse the responsibility of caring for the opposing spectrum he may freely remove them and hand them back to Simon that he will take with full understanding. "Hm." with a nod.
Pointing toward the stairs that led back to the surface he gave one final word. "Kill the Sver. Every last one of them!" And then with a clenching of the fist he influenced the abyssal portal to slam shut on Yagrush's head, decapitating him so swiftly that all that could be noticed to change was Yagrush's return to silence.
Open leaving the chambers, Feldar would come to experience a rush of vigor from his exposure to the mana influx of the chamber. The moment Feldar stepped beyond the chamber doors they would slam shut leaving just a silence in their wake with the door unable to be re-opened.
Topside.. an area of death was to be left.
The resonating explosive sound of the lightning striking so near-by rung off in the distance, reverberating off of every nearby hill side and ridge until it became nothing. The rain, no longer as heavy as initially brought down, was a moderate drizzle, but enough to eventually soak someone's clothing or make leather uncomfortable. The area all around had begun to show ephemeral signs of visible archaic strengths with an ominous glow that resonated from the atmosphere around.
One of the men that had made their initial charge on the woman staggered back up to their feet. "Damnit, woman! What did you do!?" His eardrums were blown and not even the sound of his own voice recognized in his mind. The woman did not acknowledge. Limping toward her he cursed a few more times under his breath until finally shouting them toward her and once upon her he reared his fist back as though to strike her, but something.. happened. Something clicked. The woman turned her eyes upon him in a terror. She was.. afraid. When the man's fist came down to land upon her a hand reached out to halt the pending impact. A wrinkled hand with feminist touch and feel, but the strength of a bear. This caught the man by surprise, but even more so when a voice came shouting out from beneath some random rubble and eventually a head rolled out. The very same head this insane woman had ripped off from her friend's body. It was speaking? Shouting. Angry. Sad-kill-Kill-KILL "I WONT LET YOU LAND A HAND ON MY FRIEND!" She shouted. The body used its free hand to plunge into the abdomen of the assaulter and pull out his entrails. The shock was the first to set in, leaving the body paralyzed as the headless wench burrowed deep into his body until finally hitting the spine where she cracked then broke off the majority of the spine from the tailbone and the upper sectors that connected the head.
In this headless woman's hands was a spine fresh from a warm body that she was now using as tribute when she turned to kneel before the one who was still emanating blackened flames. "My dearest. Your rage and sorrow for my once lost life has brought me back from the grave." The face of the old one smiled so crudely. "What I saw and felt on the other side.. I will not let you endure the same torture!" The body, still in animation walked over to the head to retrieve and sloppily place atop its shoulders. "This will have to do." Visibility had returned to normal with the reduced rain fall, but some would have preferred it remain just so rather than to witness the atrocity that is soon to be their downfall. With her absent attention the body of whom she stole the spine hence collapsed.
The leader of the Bandit Wraiths called his followers from the building to retreat from Haven. This was lost and they needed another base of operations. Of course the 'bravest' or the 'stupidest' of those inhabiting Haven stepped forward the challenge this woman. "Kera." The old one beckoned. "Summon together your courage and might and bring forth those around this wasteful city who have been slain by their own kin!" Kera, still in disbelief did just that. There was the pain that still left her soul yearning and in addition to the confusion of the current predicament, she could only follow the orders of her life-long friend. Black fires washed over the ground, seeking out all those corpses that had been left strewn across the town's dirtied grounds. She howled out in blinding confusion. Her friend was alive? But she still continues on. Something was not quite right. The abyssal fires choked their way down breathless throats and filled decaying lungs with the fires of vengeance and remorse. The dead were rising by the will of one woman.
"I've killed you once and I'll do it again!" Shouted one man who had slain his very friend as he confronted his now risen corpse. The corpse was still under the affects of rigor mortis and took the onslaught of weaponized blunt attacks, but soon the bloodied corpse hand reached forward into the eye sockets of the one still living and ripped the skull as easy as a sand castle. The body was beaten, battered and smashed until it were a broken heap of bleeding flesh. "Stop!" Kera ordered, but it was not a plea for mercy. A single string of black flames jolted across the grounds and into the freshly killed. What was once torn was being rebuilt in a new and hideous image. Another to add to the growing numbers of this army. This was fortunate enough though that Kera's eyes have not yet focused on anyone in particular as she and her reanimated friend began to converse, aloof to the ongoing carnage.
Fight or Flight?
Abilities acquired---
Jack - Time Null
Igneous - Time Null, Very Low grade fire casting, 1 additionalvery low grade trait of your choosing.
Feldar - Time Null, Heightened ethereal senses
Sage - Time Null
Valos - Time Null, [?]
Archer - N/A for no roll
Time Null explanation: Unable to age through the wears of time. So long as mana exists, so shall you, but this will not hinder fatal afflictions or disease.
Questions on anything? PM me.
Turning to Feldar to converse regarding the seeding mana, he was interrupted before beginning by an unfamiliar voice. "You know, Simon. We have been wonder ever so much on when that old body of your's will begin to wain. What is the old saying?" Yagrush's head snapped to cast a menacingly calm look at the man whom he singled out. "The mind is the first to go?" Simon was thrown into complete panic. The once assumed mute has spoken! And words not to jest with either. Simon immediately brought his hands out and began to chant under his breath incoherent words. "It is a troublesome that this chamber was used for such--" Tilting his head as if downplaying Feldar as a fool and all the below. "Trifling and futile matters. You should have allowed us to make use of this 'one-time-deal' of a death trap." Yagrush searched Feldar's face for some sort of reaction by his words. "But no matter. You are spared. He -- Simon, is the one that is tra--" Just then Simon shouted the final word to his incantation, slamming both palms into the ground.
The black portal had tightened around Yagrush's neck, but the man continued speaking. "Slay me as you will, Simon, but the pawns are all in place. Your little use of this attunement chamber caused a lot more on the surface than even you have shown to not be aware of!" He laughed and laughed and laughed. Simon, defeated by his own lack of sense rose to his feet. "It's alright." Was his rebuttal. "It's alright." Yagrush ceased his laughter by force of a sensation in his abdomen. A gut wrenching one, but did not portray this physically. "What say you, Simon of the Twelve?" With eyes no longer filled with judgemental pride he placed a hand on Feldar's shoulder. "I don't know all of what is on the surface, but this must be faced with great bravery. He is right, however. This was my final deed to be done on this world. Keep the balance in order." Yanking his hand from shoulder to aim toward Valos, a cocoon of emerald encased around the individual converting his shape into an accessory. [Take your pick between Necklace, Wrist Bands, Ring, or Earrings.
The item will hover over the air area of transmutation briefly before fixating itself appropriately to Feldar.
(OPTIONAL ROLL) - Valos PM'd me his roll in the event he were to return claiming bad internet. In turn, he rolled a 1d95. Currently the tides are 29v95. You may throw an Alignment Influence Roll that will stack additively [29 + ?). If left as is, Feldar will be faced with several random dice rolls regarding decisions along the way. Call this a mini-game if you will. With each Roll of the die to challenge Feldar's integrity the results will be as follows:
-Winning each will gain you +5 conversation modifiers you can use at your whim. [Stacking 7x]
-Losing will bring inflict Dismay and cause what would have been a Good Alignment turn-out to fall to a Neutral Alignment turn out. In other words, a small case of Dementia. - Choose your social symptom within that scope.
-There will be 6 random dice rolls to thwart. Win all 7 in a row and be rewarded handsomely. More rolls won = better reward
Note: If you roll for an Influence boost, Buff: Face the Dark, you could effectively null the mini-game and miss out on rewards or lessen the current number of rolls and lessen the gains. This is a high risk, high reward.
Should Feldar refuse the responsibility of caring for the opposing spectrum he may freely remove them and hand them back to Simon that he will take with full understanding. "Hm." with a nod.
Pointing toward the stairs that led back to the surface he gave one final word. "Kill the Sver. Every last one of them!" And then with a clenching of the fist he influenced the abyssal portal to slam shut on Yagrush's head, decapitating him so swiftly that all that could be noticed to change was Yagrush's return to silence.
Open leaving the chambers, Feldar would come to experience a rush of vigor from his exposure to the mana influx of the chamber. The moment Feldar stepped beyond the chamber doors they would slam shut leaving just a silence in their wake with the door unable to be re-opened.
Topside.. an area of death was to be left.
The resonating explosive sound of the lightning striking so near-by rung off in the distance, reverberating off of every nearby hill side and ridge until it became nothing. The rain, no longer as heavy as initially brought down, was a moderate drizzle, but enough to eventually soak someone's clothing or make leather uncomfortable. The area all around had begun to show ephemeral signs of visible archaic strengths with an ominous glow that resonated from the atmosphere around.
One of the men that had made their initial charge on the woman staggered back up to their feet. "Damnit, woman! What did you do!?" His eardrums were blown and not even the sound of his own voice recognized in his mind. The woman did not acknowledge. Limping toward her he cursed a few more times under his breath until finally shouting them toward her and once upon her he reared his fist back as though to strike her, but something.. happened. Something clicked. The woman turned her eyes upon him in a terror. She was.. afraid. When the man's fist came down to land upon her a hand reached out to halt the pending impact. A wrinkled hand with feminist touch and feel, but the strength of a bear. This caught the man by surprise, but even more so when a voice came shouting out from beneath some random rubble and eventually a head rolled out. The very same head this insane woman had ripped off from her friend's body. It was speaking? Shouting. Angry. Sad-kill-Kill-KILL "I WONT LET YOU LAND A HAND ON MY FRIEND!" She shouted. The body used its free hand to plunge into the abdomen of the assaulter and pull out his entrails. The shock was the first to set in, leaving the body paralyzed as the headless wench burrowed deep into his body until finally hitting the spine where she cracked then broke off the majority of the spine from the tailbone and the upper sectors that connected the head.
In this headless woman's hands was a spine fresh from a warm body that she was now using as tribute when she turned to kneel before the one who was still emanating blackened flames. "My dearest. Your rage and sorrow for my once lost life has brought me back from the grave." The face of the old one smiled so crudely. "What I saw and felt on the other side.. I will not let you endure the same torture!" The body, still in animation walked over to the head to retrieve and sloppily place atop its shoulders. "This will have to do." Visibility had returned to normal with the reduced rain fall, but some would have preferred it remain just so rather than to witness the atrocity that is soon to be their downfall. With her absent attention the body of whom she stole the spine hence collapsed.
The leader of the Bandit Wraiths called his followers from the building to retreat from Haven. This was lost and they needed another base of operations. Of course the 'bravest' or the 'stupidest' of those inhabiting Haven stepped forward the challenge this woman. "Kera." The old one beckoned. "Summon together your courage and might and bring forth those around this wasteful city who have been slain by their own kin!" Kera, still in disbelief did just that. There was the pain that still left her soul yearning and in addition to the confusion of the current predicament, she could only follow the orders of her life-long friend. Black fires washed over the ground, seeking out all those corpses that had been left strewn across the town's dirtied grounds. She howled out in blinding confusion. Her friend was alive? But she still continues on. Something was not quite right. The abyssal fires choked their way down breathless throats and filled decaying lungs with the fires of vengeance and remorse. The dead were rising by the will of one woman.
"I've killed you once and I'll do it again!" Shouted one man who had slain his very friend as he confronted his now risen corpse. The corpse was still under the affects of rigor mortis and took the onslaught of weaponized blunt attacks, but soon the bloodied corpse hand reached forward into the eye sockets of the one still living and ripped the skull as easy as a sand castle. The body was beaten, battered and smashed until it were a broken heap of bleeding flesh. "Stop!" Kera ordered, but it was not a plea for mercy. A single string of black flames jolted across the grounds and into the freshly killed. What was once torn was being rebuilt in a new and hideous image. Another to add to the growing numbers of this army. This was fortunate enough though that Kera's eyes have not yet focused on anyone in particular as she and her reanimated friend began to converse, aloof to the ongoing carnage.
Fight or Flight?
Abilities acquired---
Jack - Time Null
Igneous - Time Null, Very Low grade fire casting, 1 additionalvery low grade trait of your choosing.
Feldar - Time Null, Heightened ethereal senses
Sage - Time Null
Valos - Time Null, [?]
Archer - N/A for no roll
Time Null explanation: Unable to age through the wears of time. So long as mana exists, so shall you, but this will not hinder fatal afflictions or disease.
Questions on anything? PM me.
Feldar watched closely as the last of the papers fell to the floor. His eyes scanned the room carefully just as Simon did. However, Feldar was confused when Valos hadn't spoke out yet. Feldar's eyes watched Valos as he was stationary and unmoving. It confused Feldar how he hadn't been the one to be stuck in such a state. Especially when it seemed that nothing had changed for him to begin with.
Feldar's head snapped towards Yagrush as he began to speak... The mute... Wait, he can actually speak? Feldar was astonished and confused as to why he chose not to speak prior to this event. He carefully listened to each of the words he spoke and kept them in memory. Feldar heard Simon speak in hushed words beneath his breath. There was a lot going on around Feldar and he couldn't keep track of each of them.
"Wait, Last deed to be done? Things happening amongst the surface? There is far to many things for me to keep track of at this moment!" Feldar watched as Valos had just been turned into an Accessory before his eyes. The object that had been brought forth was that of a ring.It had quickly fixated itself onto Feldar's finger and he took a moment looking at it. The similar thought from Simon speaking earlier rung in the back of Feldar's mind. The glasses that Simon wore had a similar use to them. Due to such reasoning Feldar would understand the point of keeping the object.
Before Feldar would leave the chambers... He turned back towards Simon once more. "Despite only talking to you a short period of time, It was an honor to have met a man with such integrity. Let alone the strength to show me a path worth fighting for. I have but, one last question to ask you, Manager. If those glasses you wear are imbedded with malevolence... Would it best be left in someone else's hands who can bear it? I assume that you will not be leaving these chambers again after this moment." Feldar looked to Simon willing to listen to these last words. Either way, Feldar had no choice but to leave. He would listen carefully to Simon and what ever he was going to do, then be on his way.
Feldar turned away once more and walked up the staircase, that he had fallen down previously. Behind Feldar the loud echo of the door slamming shut had been heard. Under Feldar's breath he muttered the phrase Simon had said. "Kill every Sver, huh?" Feldar shook his head and continued ascending the stairs.
Upon Feldar coming up the stairs... In addition he heard footsteps coming in the other direction. These steps echoed to throughout the small region. Someone else was descending as he was ascending? Feldar ran a through thoughts through his mind of possible people. In short, Feldar had no idea who It could be descending the stairs. Instead, He decided to Ascend faster to make it to the top.
Nearly at the top of the stair case Feldar caught eye of this individual. Feldar stopped in his path and looked up to the man. "I suggest you turn around, There isn't much left down there. Let alone, the space in this area is quite cramped... Only enough for one person to pass. The top of the staircase is much closer then the bottom. If you wish to traverse down into its depths afterwards... You can be my guest, However... I would appreciate it if you could turn around." Feldar didn't mean this in an offensive way. Instead, he was just stating an observation on the situation.
('Accepting the 'Mini Game Conditions')
Feldar's head snapped towards Yagrush as he began to speak... The mute... Wait, he can actually speak? Feldar was astonished and confused as to why he chose not to speak prior to this event. He carefully listened to each of the words he spoke and kept them in memory. Feldar heard Simon speak in hushed words beneath his breath. There was a lot going on around Feldar and he couldn't keep track of each of them.
"Wait, Last deed to be done? Things happening amongst the surface? There is far to many things for me to keep track of at this moment!" Feldar watched as Valos had just been turned into an Accessory before his eyes. The object that had been brought forth was that of a ring.It had quickly fixated itself onto Feldar's finger and he took a moment looking at it. The similar thought from Simon speaking earlier rung in the back of Feldar's mind. The glasses that Simon wore had a similar use to them. Due to such reasoning Feldar would understand the point of keeping the object.
Before Feldar would leave the chambers... He turned back towards Simon once more. "Despite only talking to you a short period of time, It was an honor to have met a man with such integrity. Let alone the strength to show me a path worth fighting for. I have but, one last question to ask you, Manager. If those glasses you wear are imbedded with malevolence... Would it best be left in someone else's hands who can bear it? I assume that you will not be leaving these chambers again after this moment." Feldar looked to Simon willing to listen to these last words. Either way, Feldar had no choice but to leave. He would listen carefully to Simon and what ever he was going to do, then be on his way.
Feldar turned away once more and walked up the staircase, that he had fallen down previously. Behind Feldar the loud echo of the door slamming shut had been heard. Under Feldar's breath he muttered the phrase Simon had said. "Kill every Sver, huh?" Feldar shook his head and continued ascending the stairs.
Upon Feldar coming up the stairs... In addition he heard footsteps coming in the other direction. These steps echoed to throughout the small region. Someone else was descending as he was ascending? Feldar ran a through thoughts through his mind of possible people. In short, Feldar had no idea who It could be descending the stairs. Instead, He decided to Ascend faster to make it to the top.
Nearly at the top of the stair case Feldar caught eye of this individual. Feldar stopped in his path and looked up to the man. "I suggest you turn around, There isn't much left down there. Let alone, the space in this area is quite cramped... Only enough for one person to pass. The top of the staircase is much closer then the bottom. If you wish to traverse down into its depths afterwards... You can be my guest, However... I would appreciate it if you could turn around." Feldar didn't mean this in an offensive way. Instead, he was just stating an observation on the situation.
('Accepting the 'Mini Game Conditions')
Archer froze when he saw the man coming up the stairs. As he listened to the man, he heard something, like a cracking. He noticed some small cracks forming on the ceiling. When the man finished talking, Archer turned back to him. "There's no way out down there?" he asked. "The door up top is closed. Tell me, how do you feel about getting hit by falling rocks? Because I think that lightning bolt caused the ground to become unstable." He pointed to the ceiling as a large rock fell towards the man. "Watch out!" Archer dove at and tackled the man, twisting them so he would land first. Just as they would hit the stairs, they kept going.
They reappeared out of a tree in the forest Archer was in earlier, a few yards into the trees behind the now destroyed bar. Letting go of the man, he stepped away. "Please don't thank me." he said quietly as he grabbed an apple from the tree, biting into it and turning away.
They reappeared out of a tree in the forest Archer was in earlier, a few yards into the trees behind the now destroyed bar. Letting go of the man, he stepped away. "Please don't thank me." he said quietly as he grabbed an apple from the tree, biting into it and turning away.
His ears still ringed for quite some time after the calahe storm. Quickly blinking several times to clear the stars from his, but it was not fast enough for his taste. With a huge in hale threw his nose Yale's in all the scents he can. Death and decay flood his nose, along with two new, but very alive scents.
Sage's eyes glance around. Running along the black flames that seemed to him to be raising the corpses of the fallen humans back to life. Sorcery is the first thought to catch his mind. He was not well versed in the ways of magic, but even a farmer could see that this was unnatural. He watches the human confront one of the newly animated corpses, just to be struck down and reanimated himself.
"There strong." His voice slides from his mouth lines poison. His lips curling up in excitement the prospect of this foe. He knew his disadvantages, out numbered greatly and they had assumed at least two users of the arcane arts. The crazy woman and the now reanimated corpse she said was her friend. His body moves only enough to shift his weight to rest on his finger tips and balls of his feet before quickly pushing off, aiming for the nearest corpse that was not the arcane user.
"ABOMINATIONS!" He all but roars from derp in his chest. Even if the prospect of the fight didn't excite him, bringing bodies back to life was unforgivable, and sage would not let such a trespass go unpunished. His fingers curl in slightly. His nails growing and becoming more claw like once he meets the first corpse. He swings quickly, using as much of the wolf inside him as he could without shifting to increase his strength and power. Aiming at the creatures neck, trying to sever the head from the body with his claws.
(Obviously fight, and sorry for any typos I'm sending from my phone)
(did a quick edit, just relized I said body from the body, was suppose to be head from the body)
Sage's eyes glance around. Running along the black flames that seemed to him to be raising the corpses of the fallen humans back to life. Sorcery is the first thought to catch his mind. He was not well versed in the ways of magic, but even a farmer could see that this was unnatural. He watches the human confront one of the newly animated corpses, just to be struck down and reanimated himself.
"There strong." His voice slides from his mouth lines poison. His lips curling up in excitement the prospect of this foe. He knew his disadvantages, out numbered greatly and they had assumed at least two users of the arcane arts. The crazy woman and the now reanimated corpse she said was her friend. His body moves only enough to shift his weight to rest on his finger tips and balls of his feet before quickly pushing off, aiming for the nearest corpse that was not the arcane user.
"ABOMINATIONS!" He all but roars from derp in his chest. Even if the prospect of the fight didn't excite him, bringing bodies back to life was unforgivable, and sage would not let such a trespass go unpunished. His fingers curl in slightly. His nails growing and becoming more claw like once he meets the first corpse. He swings quickly, using as much of the wolf inside him as he could without shifting to increase his strength and power. Aiming at the creatures neck, trying to sever the head from the body with his claws.
(Obviously fight, and sorry for any typos I'm sending from my phone)
(did a quick edit, just relized I said body from the body, was suppose to be head from the body)
Meant to add more roll to this. This still remains. 5 vs 31 to Sage
rolled 1d100 and got 5
VS 31: PM Roll
(Sorry for the wait homies, I was confused about the posting order.)
Jack was stunned to a stop as the headless corpse rose from the rubble. She would watch in utter disbelief as it ripped the spine from the unfamiliar man's back, fetched its head, and continued to speak to the madwoman. The rogue couldn't speak, let alone move. She merely continued to watch with a slack jaw and wide eyes as the light rain dampened her attire. It wasn't until those creeping black flames spread out across the ground that she sprang to her feet, fleeing from the fire without hesitation. It would surpass her, and again she skidded to a halt as the bodies ahead of her rose from the ground. She was without a weapon- magical or mundane- and hadn't the gift of courage.
As far as Jack was concerned, the Bandit Wraiths had the right idea. It was time to abandon this town. She would still fight, but only so that she might run away, and would attempt to avoid confrontation if possible. Should her path be blocked, she would scour the nearby area for anything that might serve as a potential weapon. There was nothing on her person save for the satchel and the pair of picks, and should need be, she supposed she could jam them in someone's eye... but from the looks of things, that wouldn't do her much good against the undead.
Jack was stunned to a stop as the headless corpse rose from the rubble. She would watch in utter disbelief as it ripped the spine from the unfamiliar man's back, fetched its head, and continued to speak to the madwoman. The rogue couldn't speak, let alone move. She merely continued to watch with a slack jaw and wide eyes as the light rain dampened her attire. It wasn't until those creeping black flames spread out across the ground that she sprang to her feet, fleeing from the fire without hesitation. It would surpass her, and again she skidded to a halt as the bodies ahead of her rose from the ground. She was without a weapon- magical or mundane- and hadn't the gift of courage.
As far as Jack was concerned, the Bandit Wraiths had the right idea. It was time to abandon this town. She would still fight, but only so that she might run away, and would attempt to avoid confrontation if possible. Should her path be blocked, she would scour the nearby area for anything that might serve as a potential weapon. There was nothing on her person save for the satchel and the pair of picks, and should need be, she supposed she could jam them in someone's eye... but from the looks of things, that wouldn't do her much good against the undead.
What Haven had become was beyond what anyone could expect and even more so for the time in future days. While other cities such as Tonnsborg were becoming major capitals in their region, Haven. A place with so much more promise had been desecrated. Blood soaked into the once dry and padded down soil, ever more saturated by the downpour that washed over in the wake of the crimson tide by both man and.. the supernatural. Word was sure to spread of the unholy massacre and the events leading with of course their own spin to the tale. A story that shall be passed down to children and their children's children and so forth. This Labor shall hold name of 'Haven's Harrow'.
The atmosphere about Haven had become saturated in mana due to the exposure of raw power that came barreling from the skies. Strange events had begun to occur in its wake. The persistence beyond the ear splitting boom had not been noticed until people had begun to show signs of 'infection'. One or two people had spontaneously combusted hindering their ability to run from the creatures that sought after flesh and bone not to devour, but solely to mutilate and extinguish -- furthermore recruit. The flames in this case were enough for such. The tickling rain water was not dense enough nor did it contain the properties to smite the dancing flames that engulfed the unfortunate two.
In other cases beyond the sudden death, one showed signs of drowning.. above water? Shortly after clawing at his own throat he became to vomit out salt water in volumes. Many cases of this like and some broader came to notice while the masses that were planning to survive this devilish reckoning took to the hills save for those with the courage to fight.
Sage, an individual of curious assumption took to brawling with one of the brutes of the void. The grappling attempt by the mindless drone was to no avail. Before it could even reach the target: Sage, its head was removed in one zealous motion.
There was fortunate in the battle for those that seek the thrill of victory. Kera's control over such mana was inexperienced and amatuer. In the instant that Sage hailed in victory over a single soldier it was shown to had quite the drawback on her person as is such with anyone obtaining new magics. Those learning it will experience fatigue or worst. In Kera's case, she felt the pain of the body her newfound powers possessed. The searing heat of flesh being torn from flesh shuddered through her nervous system silencing any further words she may have had for her fallen comrade and hence she collapsed.
In that very moment every corpse that was filled with the dark flames halted their rampage and began to fall apart. The fire visible breaking free at the seams of shredded skin and shattered bone returning to the primary Host, Kera. As for for the bodies that were previously inhabited they began to collate and mix and swirl. Every single one of the creatures created by her insidious talent became one fluid blob of blood and meat. Above haven is where it all collected, except for one. The assumed best friend whom still bore the spine of another in hand. "No. No! You will not take her!" She shouted up toward the neverstill blob of decay. Bits and pieces of both familiar and unrecognizable pieces of the human body fell from it from its constant motion. The friend placed herself diagonally between the unconscious Kera and the hovering entity. "I will not allow her to be taken! If you are going to take anyone back, then I offer myself!" Surely enough a pair of eyes and a mouth hollowed itself into this spherical object.
A voice so deep and uncanny that the earth quaked in its every flow of tongue. "The soul of Kera is not mine to harvest. Not just yet and neither is your's. You have already seen the horrors that lie in wait for you in the afterlife. THIS cannot be changed, but if you can assist that girl to become even more powerful and offer onto me the quota to fulfil Tenebras Obduxit. Then she shall hold position in my grace." The two conversed as if no one else in the very moment mattered, although this entity referred to living creatures such as them as cattle to be offered up for some big feast. She bowed her head in obedience. "I shall."
Any physical interaction such as objects tossed with the nameless object in the sky will be absorbed by its fleshy composition.
"Very good." Were its last words before the spherical mash of calamity filled in the hollowed holes of eyes and mouth and begun to rapidly quiver and soon enough it erupted! Liquified bodies began raining down from the sky in addition to the drizzle already maintaining moisture in the air. That which came from the sky was still lukewarm to the touch in addition to some of the still whole pieces like an arm, leg a decent size patch of skin also came down as debris. There was no haze to cloud vision making ti plainly obvious Kera was being dragged across the ground in a hurry in an attempt to get away from Haven.
Through all this commotion it would be the perfect opportunity to make their escape. For those that insisted on fleeing Haven, the moment Sage struck down that singular drone was the best chance for all the corpses ceased their onslaught of merciless bloodshed.
The leader of the Wraith's Bandits came to be known as Hermes. The band that took to the option of fleeing the town did so in haste and even more so after the ghouls ceased function. The words that rolled with tremendous force from the entities makeshift chasm for a mouth fell on unconcerned ears as the Wraiths headed out. "To Fare Well!" Hermes shouted. There were no objections to his word. Mindful though, that he were the only one on the horse. The only one smart enough to untie one of the two that were roped to the merchant's wagon during all the commotions. Was it easy getting by all the undead? Words best saved for a tale over ale and mead. For now it for the time for survival. The horse trotted along at the head of the group that took under the name of the Wraith's Bandits, or the Bandit Wraiths. However you'd like to spill the word none were critical enough to give a hoot.
Haven was since behind them when the spray of blood and gore rained from the sky that only a few heads of scattered liquids landed on the cheeks of those downwind.
Any and all attempts to chase Kera and her comrade will be met with the powerful downward pound on the ground with the Spine Whip. The following motion with the whip will be to attempt a strike at the first one who dared march against her.
A grim day indeed.
The atmosphere about Haven had become saturated in mana due to the exposure of raw power that came barreling from the skies. Strange events had begun to occur in its wake. The persistence beyond the ear splitting boom had not been noticed until people had begun to show signs of 'infection'. One or two people had spontaneously combusted hindering their ability to run from the creatures that sought after flesh and bone not to devour, but solely to mutilate and extinguish -- furthermore recruit. The flames in this case were enough for such. The tickling rain water was not dense enough nor did it contain the properties to smite the dancing flames that engulfed the unfortunate two.
In other cases beyond the sudden death, one showed signs of drowning.. above water? Shortly after clawing at his own throat he became to vomit out salt water in volumes. Many cases of this like and some broader came to notice while the masses that were planning to survive this devilish reckoning took to the hills save for those with the courage to fight.
Sage, an individual of curious assumption took to brawling with one of the brutes of the void. The grappling attempt by the mindless drone was to no avail. Before it could even reach the target: Sage, its head was removed in one zealous motion.
There was fortunate in the battle for those that seek the thrill of victory. Kera's control over such mana was inexperienced and amatuer. In the instant that Sage hailed in victory over a single soldier it was shown to had quite the drawback on her person as is such with anyone obtaining new magics. Those learning it will experience fatigue or worst. In Kera's case, she felt the pain of the body her newfound powers possessed. The searing heat of flesh being torn from flesh shuddered through her nervous system silencing any further words she may have had for her fallen comrade and hence she collapsed.
In that very moment every corpse that was filled with the dark flames halted their rampage and began to fall apart. The fire visible breaking free at the seams of shredded skin and shattered bone returning to the primary Host, Kera. As for for the bodies that were previously inhabited they began to collate and mix and swirl. Every single one of the creatures created by her insidious talent became one fluid blob of blood and meat. Above haven is where it all collected, except for one. The assumed best friend whom still bore the spine of another in hand. "No. No! You will not take her!" She shouted up toward the neverstill blob of decay. Bits and pieces of both familiar and unrecognizable pieces of the human body fell from it from its constant motion. The friend placed herself diagonally between the unconscious Kera and the hovering entity. "I will not allow her to be taken! If you are going to take anyone back, then I offer myself!" Surely enough a pair of eyes and a mouth hollowed itself into this spherical object.
A voice so deep and uncanny that the earth quaked in its every flow of tongue. "The soul of Kera is not mine to harvest. Not just yet and neither is your's. You have already seen the horrors that lie in wait for you in the afterlife. THIS cannot be changed, but if you can assist that girl to become even more powerful and offer onto me the quota to fulfil Tenebras Obduxit. Then she shall hold position in my grace." The two conversed as if no one else in the very moment mattered, although this entity referred to living creatures such as them as cattle to be offered up for some big feast. She bowed her head in obedience. "I shall."
Any physical interaction such as objects tossed with the nameless object in the sky will be absorbed by its fleshy composition.
"Very good." Were its last words before the spherical mash of calamity filled in the hollowed holes of eyes and mouth and begun to rapidly quiver and soon enough it erupted! Liquified bodies began raining down from the sky in addition to the drizzle already maintaining moisture in the air. That which came from the sky was still lukewarm to the touch in addition to some of the still whole pieces like an arm, leg a decent size patch of skin also came down as debris. There was no haze to cloud vision making ti plainly obvious Kera was being dragged across the ground in a hurry in an attempt to get away from Haven.
Through all this commotion it would be the perfect opportunity to make their escape. For those that insisted on fleeing Haven, the moment Sage struck down that singular drone was the best chance for all the corpses ceased their onslaught of merciless bloodshed.
The leader of the Wraith's Bandits came to be known as Hermes. The band that took to the option of fleeing the town did so in haste and even more so after the ghouls ceased function. The words that rolled with tremendous force from the entities makeshift chasm for a mouth fell on unconcerned ears as the Wraiths headed out. "To Fare Well!" Hermes shouted. There were no objections to his word. Mindful though, that he were the only one on the horse. The only one smart enough to untie one of the two that were roped to the merchant's wagon during all the commotions. Was it easy getting by all the undead? Words best saved for a tale over ale and mead. For now it for the time for survival. The horse trotted along at the head of the group that took under the name of the Wraith's Bandits, or the Bandit Wraiths. However you'd like to spill the word none were critical enough to give a hoot.
Haven was since behind them when the spray of blood and gore rained from the sky that only a few heads of scattered liquids landed on the cheeks of those downwind.
Any and all attempts to chase Kera and her comrade will be met with the powerful downward pound on the ground with the Spine Whip. The following motion with the whip will be to attempt a strike at the first one who dared march against her.
A grim day indeed.
rolled 1d100 and got 29
VS Feldar During the appearance with the looming object of interest above Haven. The affect of the artifact attempted to take hold.
rolled 1d100 and got 51
Kera's escape. If any attempt to chase.
rolled 1d100 and got 58
[If Successful chase roll] The still nameless yet animated corpse will defend Kera at all cost!
Feldar watched as the man on the stairs dashed towards him. To Feldar despite his warning, it seemed almost as if the man was going to attack him. After the man had tackled Feldar, they had fallen down the stairs. Suddenly as if nothing had happened Feldar appeared on the outskirts of Haven.
Feldar was covered in a lot of dust and all sorts of thing from the fall. He took a moment to look at the man who he just had met. He blinked as he brought up his hand to his chin in order to think. "I suppose... Hmm." He paused for a moment searching for the right words for this situation. "I suppose I should thank you. However, I don't advise the action of rushing towards someone recklessly." He turned his head towards what used to be the town, Haven. The town was nothing compared to how it was previously and it astonished Feldar.
Feldar checked his hand to make sure the ring was still intact. Afterwards, no matter who this man was, Feldar began to walk back to Haven. He didn't need to walk far to return to the remnants of the Tavern. It was once again surprising to see what occurred in such a short time. Yagrush hadn't joked of the devastation above ground. This is worse then I could ha... Despite being in deep thought Feldar had been interrupted by the rise of a spherical object into the air.
No matter any attempts to look away it seemed to heavily influence Feldar's mind. It was a strong desire, a strong discomfort... Many feelings came forth from influence of this object. Feldar held his head as a result and attempted to press forward to the entrance of Haven.
Feldar was covered in a lot of dust and all sorts of thing from the fall. He took a moment to look at the man who he just had met. He blinked as he brought up his hand to his chin in order to think. "I suppose... Hmm." He paused for a moment searching for the right words for this situation. "I suppose I should thank you. However, I don't advise the action of rushing towards someone recklessly." He turned his head towards what used to be the town, Haven. The town was nothing compared to how it was previously and it astonished Feldar.
Feldar checked his hand to make sure the ring was still intact. Afterwards, no matter who this man was, Feldar began to walk back to Haven. He didn't need to walk far to return to the remnants of the Tavern. It was once again surprising to see what occurred in such a short time. Yagrush hadn't joked of the devastation above ground. This is worse then I could ha... Despite being in deep thought Feldar had been interrupted by the rise of a spherical object into the air.
No matter any attempts to look away it seemed to heavily influence Feldar's mind. It was a strong desire, a strong discomfort... Many feelings came forth from influence of this object. Feldar held his head as a result and attempted to press forward to the entrance of Haven.
rolled 1d100 and got 11
Will the object cease hold of Feldar?
rolled 1d100 and got 41
(May be invalid) Would Feldar accidentally cross path with Kera and her Comrade at the entrance?
Archer didn't bother clearing up why he tackled the man, mostly because the man already turned away. He had just finished his apple when the blob appeared. He pressed himself into the shadows, watching the blob. He was pulled into the shadows when the blob exploded.
The was disappointing to Sage. For the these odd corpses strengthen, they were slow and lacked durability in any form. He claw cleanly sliced threw one of there necks of his target ensuring it would not rise again. The female's mage piercing scream cuts threw the air as if she had been struck herself by sage, which he finds rather amusing. Though he had no time to dwell on that, there were more creatures to rend, more blood to be spilled.
He turns to face the next rising corpse. To much of his own dismay, they were all crumbling to the ground. Useless creatures, the lot of them. Here he was promised a battle which he could lose himself in his mind, but after dispatching just one the rest fell apart. He watches the meat and blood blob into the sky curiously, and while he lusted after battle, he knew he had no way to continue fighting the creatures unless they were one the ground. The blob and the corpse talk, further increasing Sage's curiousity about what is going on. His ears picking up on mentioning Tenebras Obduxit. The name sounded odd, but he could not help but think on in for a second about it's origins.
After there short conversation, Sage's pondering is broken by the feeling of flesh and blood kitting against his skin. The mass had exploded, and his eyes locked on one thing: The last remaining corpse and the woman fleeing. While he himself wanted to figure more out about Tenebras Obduxit, his base instincts kicked in. Creatures were running away from him, and he was a predator. He pauses for a few seconds, giving his prey a heard start before he bursts off to run at full speed after the female and corpse. His mind was set, his logic lost. All that matter to him now was the hunt and the feeling of the girls warm blood between his jaw.
He turns to face the next rising corpse. To much of his own dismay, they were all crumbling to the ground. Useless creatures, the lot of them. Here he was promised a battle which he could lose himself in his mind, but after dispatching just one the rest fell apart. He watches the meat and blood blob into the sky curiously, and while he lusted after battle, he knew he had no way to continue fighting the creatures unless they were one the ground. The blob and the corpse talk, further increasing Sage's curiousity about what is going on. His ears picking up on mentioning Tenebras Obduxit. The name sounded odd, but he could not help but think on in for a second about it's origins.
After there short conversation, Sage's pondering is broken by the feeling of flesh and blood kitting against his skin. The mass had exploded, and his eyes locked on one thing: The last remaining corpse and the woman fleeing. While he himself wanted to figure more out about Tenebras Obduxit, his base instincts kicked in. Creatures were running away from him, and he was a predator. He pauses for a few seconds, giving his prey a heard start before he bursts off to run at full speed after the female and corpse. His mind was set, his logic lost. All that matter to him now was the hunt and the feeling of the girls warm blood between his jaw.
rolled 1d100 and got 19
Sage has traveld much in his time, chances of him hearing a rumors about Tenebras Obduxit?
rolled 1d100 and got 44
chase roll
rolled 1d100 and got 10
(if successful) dodge vine whip and attack corpse
Jack was running blindly. The hellish events that raged on around her were given no more than wide-eyed, fleeting glances as she bolted between buildings. But that great and terrible voice was enough to bring her to a halt, and she spun on the spot to behold the gory monstrosity. Her jaw dropped. Never before had she seen something of its ilk, nothing remotely close to an encounter such as this. The rogue had difficulty looking away, so was able to witness the entirety of the exchange, but she would make little of it. She hadn't heard of this Tenebras Obduxit. But quite frankly, she wanted nothing to do with it. When the horror erupted into a rain of gore, she groaned loudly and turned her head to avoid getting a face full of blood. Something landed in her hair. She brushed it away hurriedly, scowling and wrinkling her nose as it was revealed to be a detached finger. She resumed fleeing.
The band of bandits were easily spotted. Jack pursued them, and although she initially contemplated speaking with their leader, she instead opted to fall into their ranks without a word. She trailed after the mass, using her bag to wipe blood from her face. The earrings she'd stolen were toyed with as she walked.
The band of bandits were easily spotted. Jack pursued them, and although she initially contemplated speaking with their leader, she instead opted to fall into their ranks without a word. She trailed after the mass, using her bag to wipe blood from her face. The earrings she'd stolen were toyed with as she walked.
Intro Theme
Terrors, atrocities and calamity clash with the serenity, tranquility and peace. This is the way of the world. That which fuels the drive for every individual in existence, here on Edyn. As displayed at the once neutral fields of Haven that there is sure enough something lingering, looming, watching... Something that is higher than that of the common perception, but only understood by those born previous to its wake. What was it that was just witnessed here at Haven? Gods, some may claim these monstrosities to be, but their origins story has since been lost in the archives of old, save for some that kept the rumors and legends alive, but perhaps... it was time that the aspects of the ancients come to surface once again with their talents.
Welcome to Edyn.
Blood and body parts continued to peel away from the object. Feldar's attempts to make way for the entrance of Haven were halted. [Due to 11 VS 29 ]The nearer he came to the town's boundaries the more of a pull he felt at his spirit to abow-face and gaze upon the ever shifting entity. This was the first show of his newly obtained talent to detect the supernatural. Spirit Sense, which would very loosely allow the awareness of the possession of an either abnormal mana and/or spirit. What would happen next would test a man's mettle. Feldar's vision would cloud with darkness and open a sight of himself standing in an open field. Around his feet were pools of blood much in the manner of standing in mud with the exception of the liquid that soaked this untamed land was the crimson life fluids. In his immediate view there was nothing, but what lay outside of the peripheral were mounds of cold, dead bodies strewn across fields for as far as the can see; should he turn around in this premonition. Given only a few moments to gaze upon the land claimed by the intangible afflictor of death itself he will be snapped back to reality. [End roll effect]
The emissions of influence coming from the object were safe to say, overwhelming for those with the gift to sense and perceive. No longer under the outside influence Feldar will come to just in time to see the sphere expunging its own contents across the town.
Shadows were cast everywhere as it would seem, but there were no apparent sources of light. The beast in the sky alone cast a sort of illumination that treated objects as translucent giving individuals such as Archer to tap into their new obtained tricks. While he passed into the dark image of himself cast on the tree, others that obtained the same found their limbs being ripped from them due to a lack of control. Panic was their worst enemy here, being devoured alive and spit back out by their own ability, literally. Archer, however, when he passed into the shadows [Permission granted by player] stepped out into a place that was normal. Almost. Short-ranged shadow jumping ended him just outside of the clouds that loomed over Haven for this were out of shade's reach and the sun shine brightly. Half way in between Haven and Precious he fell out of the shadow of a shrub on the western side of the Shimmerline river.
There, he will find someone or something of interest huddle along side of a tree seeming to be nursing wounds along the jawline. Being faced away from Archer it could be clearly identified as male due to the hulking size and warrior style of attire, but would be paying no mind to the newcomer at first.
Should Archer approach in question he will find himself face to face with a man that could only speak in blabber. Hood pulled over head to shadow his injuries there was no attempt to make conversation for all he could do was heave and breath. For further identification it was also apparent he was a blonde with the long stretches of gold flowing down from the darkness of his hood.
If however, Archer were to leave the man alone, the town of Precious could be seen southbound, but as a mere spec. At any which way Archer were to decide. The handicapped man would soon be following behind Archer appearing to be going with the same destination in mind; being if Archer were to head southbound and not attempt returning to Haven.
Onward! To Suntree!
Yes, Suntree. A pleasant wooded area with no claim laid to it aside from the lush vegetation that was so abundant within its bounds. From fruits to vegetables of many of an array. This greenland acquired its name from a group of people on a pilgrimage that needed to pass through the wood for many a different reason. Obvious for its ever shining sunlight throughout any time of the day for the volume of leaves were not enough topside to completely provide shade and yet they were spaced out enough that the setting sun in the west and the mid-morning light from the east kept a constant illumination here. This were the complete opposite of its neighboring treeline, Sleepwood
[ To set the mood ]
Integrating into the ranks of a band of bandits was easy enough especially after a mass exodus from a town where they were recruiting anyone and everyone that was breathing and had the mind to rob, kill and the like. The white noises of hushed tones were filled with such a diverse array of topics. "I'm going to be the boss' right-hand man and get all the woman and gold!" -- "Hey, did you see what just happened back there at Haven? It was raining blood and there was something in the sky!" -- "When all else fails, rob your way to the top!" On and on and on the talking went. Hermes though continued on with his head held high and one thing in mind. Around this time it were about late afternoon so the sunlight would not be in everyone's eyes exactly unless you tilted your head up a smidge or two so the trek to Fare Well would go easy on the eyes.
Every so often though, one of the common bandits kept bumping into Jack, although it were not your everyday hulking brute, although it was stern enough to speak 'Stay out of my way!' loud enough. Body language. Once more shoulders came to nudge into each other and finally it came out. A female's voice from under a black hood, but with eyes as fierce as a dragon. "Ey! Wou'd you mind y'way!" Even in the event Jack had moved away to excuse herself away from the continually bumping into, that shoulder found its way almost deliberately. The woman had reached out to grab hold of Jack's shoulder, but was grabbed hold of by another person. This was a male that looked at her with disapproval. "Sasha!" He rang. "You need to stop trying to pick fights." Sasha snapped back under her breath leaning in. "Listen, I nee'ta make a name for myself that I am NOT the b***h t'mess with, Edgar!" There was an identifiably northern-ish accent to her. Irish. Edgar shook his head and dismissed her with a wave of his hand.
Sasha positioned herself on Edgar's left while he apologized on her behalf. "I'm deeply sorry about Sasha." She's a feisty one always looking for a fight and stuff!" Trying to laugh off the embarrassment. Whether the three of them had stopped to handle the matter or continue walking the rest of the gang did not wait up for them although there were some prying eyes that gazed their way. "Might I ask your name?" Just about then they passed the first tree that lead into Suntree. Edgar averted his eyes upward to the sky where the sun overlook everything overhead. "Heh. They keep true to their name."
[ Re-enter Valos ]
Deep within the confines of the ring crafted by Simon was a world. A world or land completely separate from the corporealities. In here, the sky was in constant flux of colors of all sorts. A constant display of auroral lights. Here, Valos was surely alive and well. The stasis his body was in was to allow him to manifest these abilities without disturbance, although this casing was sure to only be temporary. In here, Valos will find the land to be completely barren, but to only reflect that of his spirit. With a temperature well around freezing he will be confronted by a figure that appeared to be in his own image. "Valos." His own voice came from it. Eyes that shine bright with a Blizzard Blue hue in the shadow of its own silhouette. The body itself, however was the mirror as when Valos entered and he, self-same. "Show me that you are the one that will spread this darkness true!"
It was in that moment the silhouette leapt back swiping its hand through the air to launch a set of frozen spires. In the event of a direct hit they will shatter, causing him to slide backwards along the icy surface.
Outside of this spatial separation there was still action afoot at Haven!
To no avail however, had Sage heard of the Tenebras Obduxit in any of his previous travels. [19 VS 82].
[Roll 51 vs 41 and 44] There was a chase underway that was quick to come to an end. Despite Sage's strength in legs catching his hunt proved futile. At almost the very same moment Sage was almost upon them, corpse readying her Spinal Whip, Kera's eyes jutted open and flooded out of both eyes and mouth her crude black flames. It was more of an audible exhale of death's breath that surrounded the two of them, encasing them in a cocoon of liquid blackened flame then off into the sky they went. Towards Sovereign's mountain they went and not again to return for a time.
I've conversed with some of you in private about the abilities earned for the Event Roll previous. Below are the full lists as per what we discussed so everyone has an understanding:
Feldar -
Heightened Ethereal Senses/Spirit Senses (Loose defining)
Valos -
Cryomancy [Grade 1]
Familiar Summon [Grade 1]
Weapon Enchant Aspect - Ice [Grade 1]
Cyroarmor - [Grade 1]
Passive - Persist Lower Temperature [Grade 1]
Archer -
Shadow Travel - [Grade 1]
Mana Bow - [Grade 1]
Heightened Senses [Grade 1]
Here is a system for the different Trait Grades. It's pretty basic for story purposes.
1 - *Discovery - Occurrence induced [Need to be placed in or can create a situation to discover]
2 - Learner's First
3 - Amatuer
4 - Understanding
5 - Heightened Understanding
6 - Disciplined
7 - Master - Can only be achieved through an event.
Every Post 5 cycles you can upgrade 2 Skills with a roll. There will be scenarios where a player will experience something and gain a Trait modifier to help them achieve the higher grade. I can keep track of the post count for everyone and just send you a PM to let you know when the roll can be applied. This will keep a balance between those who have not yet ascertained a Magic or Super Trait just yet outside of the Chrono Null that was given to everyone.
Side Note* - If you fail a roll, you can try again and again until success, but be mindful that your 5 post cycle won't begin again until both rolls are successful. Questions? I'm all ears!
Terrors, atrocities and calamity clash with the serenity, tranquility and peace. This is the way of the world. That which fuels the drive for every individual in existence, here on Edyn. As displayed at the once neutral fields of Haven that there is sure enough something lingering, looming, watching... Something that is higher than that of the common perception, but only understood by those born previous to its wake. What was it that was just witnessed here at Haven? Gods, some may claim these monstrosities to be, but their origins story has since been lost in the archives of old, save for some that kept the rumors and legends alive, but perhaps... it was time that the aspects of the ancients come to surface once again with their talents.
Welcome to Edyn.
Blood and body parts continued to peel away from the object. Feldar's attempts to make way for the entrance of Haven were halted. [Due to 11 VS 29 ]The nearer he came to the town's boundaries the more of a pull he felt at his spirit to abow-face and gaze upon the ever shifting entity. This was the first show of his newly obtained talent to detect the supernatural. Spirit Sense, which would very loosely allow the awareness of the possession of an either abnormal mana and/or spirit. What would happen next would test a man's mettle. Feldar's vision would cloud with darkness and open a sight of himself standing in an open field. Around his feet were pools of blood much in the manner of standing in mud with the exception of the liquid that soaked this untamed land was the crimson life fluids. In his immediate view there was nothing, but what lay outside of the peripheral were mounds of cold, dead bodies strewn across fields for as far as the can see; should he turn around in this premonition. Given only a few moments to gaze upon the land claimed by the intangible afflictor of death itself he will be snapped back to reality. [End roll effect]
The emissions of influence coming from the object were safe to say, overwhelming for those with the gift to sense and perceive. No longer under the outside influence Feldar will come to just in time to see the sphere expunging its own contents across the town.
Shadows were cast everywhere as it would seem, but there were no apparent sources of light. The beast in the sky alone cast a sort of illumination that treated objects as translucent giving individuals such as Archer to tap into their new obtained tricks. While he passed into the dark image of himself cast on the tree, others that obtained the same found their limbs being ripped from them due to a lack of control. Panic was their worst enemy here, being devoured alive and spit back out by their own ability, literally. Archer, however, when he passed into the shadows [Permission granted by player] stepped out into a place that was normal. Almost. Short-ranged shadow jumping ended him just outside of the clouds that loomed over Haven for this were out of shade's reach and the sun shine brightly. Half way in between Haven and Precious he fell out of the shadow of a shrub on the western side of the Shimmerline river.
There, he will find someone or something of interest huddle along side of a tree seeming to be nursing wounds along the jawline. Being faced away from Archer it could be clearly identified as male due to the hulking size and warrior style of attire, but would be paying no mind to the newcomer at first.
Should Archer approach in question he will find himself face to face with a man that could only speak in blabber. Hood pulled over head to shadow his injuries there was no attempt to make conversation for all he could do was heave and breath. For further identification it was also apparent he was a blonde with the long stretches of gold flowing down from the darkness of his hood.
If however, Archer were to leave the man alone, the town of Precious could be seen southbound, but as a mere spec. At any which way Archer were to decide. The handicapped man would soon be following behind Archer appearing to be going with the same destination in mind; being if Archer were to head southbound and not attempt returning to Haven.
Onward! To Suntree!
Yes, Suntree. A pleasant wooded area with no claim laid to it aside from the lush vegetation that was so abundant within its bounds. From fruits to vegetables of many of an array. This greenland acquired its name from a group of people on a pilgrimage that needed to pass through the wood for many a different reason. Obvious for its ever shining sunlight throughout any time of the day for the volume of leaves were not enough topside to completely provide shade and yet they were spaced out enough that the setting sun in the west and the mid-morning light from the east kept a constant illumination here. This were the complete opposite of its neighboring treeline, Sleepwood
[ To set the mood ]
Integrating into the ranks of a band of bandits was easy enough especially after a mass exodus from a town where they were recruiting anyone and everyone that was breathing and had the mind to rob, kill and the like. The white noises of hushed tones were filled with such a diverse array of topics. "I'm going to be the boss' right-hand man and get all the woman and gold!" -- "Hey, did you see what just happened back there at Haven? It was raining blood and there was something in the sky!" -- "When all else fails, rob your way to the top!" On and on and on the talking went. Hermes though continued on with his head held high and one thing in mind. Around this time it were about late afternoon so the sunlight would not be in everyone's eyes exactly unless you tilted your head up a smidge or two so the trek to Fare Well would go easy on the eyes.
Every so often though, one of the common bandits kept bumping into Jack, although it were not your everyday hulking brute, although it was stern enough to speak 'Stay out of my way!' loud enough. Body language. Once more shoulders came to nudge into each other and finally it came out. A female's voice from under a black hood, but with eyes as fierce as a dragon. "Ey! Wou'd you mind y'way!" Even in the event Jack had moved away to excuse herself away from the continually bumping into, that shoulder found its way almost deliberately. The woman had reached out to grab hold of Jack's shoulder, but was grabbed hold of by another person. This was a male that looked at her with disapproval. "Sasha!" He rang. "You need to stop trying to pick fights." Sasha snapped back under her breath leaning in. "Listen, I nee'ta make a name for myself that I am NOT the b***h t'mess with, Edgar!" There was an identifiably northern-ish accent to her. Irish. Edgar shook his head and dismissed her with a wave of his hand.
Sasha positioned herself on Edgar's left while he apologized on her behalf. "I'm deeply sorry about Sasha." She's a feisty one always looking for a fight and stuff!" Trying to laugh off the embarrassment. Whether the three of them had stopped to handle the matter or continue walking the rest of the gang did not wait up for them although there were some prying eyes that gazed their way. "Might I ask your name?" Just about then they passed the first tree that lead into Suntree. Edgar averted his eyes upward to the sky where the sun overlook everything overhead. "Heh. They keep true to their name."
[ Re-enter Valos ]
Deep within the confines of the ring crafted by Simon was a world. A world or land completely separate from the corporealities. In here, the sky was in constant flux of colors of all sorts. A constant display of auroral lights. Here, Valos was surely alive and well. The stasis his body was in was to allow him to manifest these abilities without disturbance, although this casing was sure to only be temporary. In here, Valos will find the land to be completely barren, but to only reflect that of his spirit. With a temperature well around freezing he will be confronted by a figure that appeared to be in his own image. "Valos." His own voice came from it. Eyes that shine bright with a Blizzard Blue hue in the shadow of its own silhouette. The body itself, however was the mirror as when Valos entered and he, self-same. "Show me that you are the one that will spread this darkness true!"
It was in that moment the silhouette leapt back swiping its hand through the air to launch a set of frozen spires. In the event of a direct hit they will shatter, causing him to slide backwards along the icy surface.
Outside of this spatial separation there was still action afoot at Haven!
To no avail however, had Sage heard of the Tenebras Obduxit in any of his previous travels. [19 VS 82].
[Roll 51 vs 41 and 44] There was a chase underway that was quick to come to an end. Despite Sage's strength in legs catching his hunt proved futile. At almost the very same moment Sage was almost upon them, corpse readying her Spinal Whip, Kera's eyes jutted open and flooded out of both eyes and mouth her crude black flames. It was more of an audible exhale of death's breath that surrounded the two of them, encasing them in a cocoon of liquid blackened flame then off into the sky they went. Towards Sovereign's mountain they went and not again to return for a time.
I've conversed with some of you in private about the abilities earned for the Event Roll previous. Below are the full lists as per what we discussed so everyone has an understanding:
Feldar -
Heightened Ethereal Senses/Spirit Senses (Loose defining)
Valos -
Cryomancy [Grade 1]
Familiar Summon [Grade 1]
Weapon Enchant Aspect - Ice [Grade 1]
Cyroarmor - [Grade 1]
Passive - Persist Lower Temperature [Grade 1]
Archer -
Shadow Travel - [Grade 1]
Mana Bow - [Grade 1]
Heightened Senses [Grade 1]
Here is a system for the different Trait Grades. It's pretty basic for story purposes.
1 - *Discovery - Occurrence induced [Need to be placed in or can create a situation to discover]
2 - Learner's First
3 - Amatuer
4 - Understanding
5 - Heightened Understanding
6 - Disciplined
7 - Master - Can only be achieved through an event.
Every Post 5 cycles you can upgrade 2 Skills with a roll. There will be scenarios where a player will experience something and gain a Trait modifier to help them achieve the higher grade. I can keep track of the post count for everyone and just send you a PM to let you know when the roll can be applied. This will keep a balance between those who have not yet ascertained a Magic or Super Trait just yet outside of the Chrono Null that was given to everyone.
Side Note* - If you fail a roll, you can try again and again until success, but be mindful that your 5 post cycle won't begin again until both rolls are successful. Questions? I'm all ears!
rolled 1d100 and got 86
VS Sage 19 - Preemptive Knowledge. People talk and sometimes people overhear something and keep it tucked away.
rolled 1d100 and got 19
VS Valos - Training is brutal and one must learn from his or her mistakes.
rolled 1d6 and got 3
VS Valos - If a counter measure is made this will be an evasion/defense roll
Archer stumbled slightly when he came out of the shrub. He quickly composed himself and scanned the area. He could see a town on the shore to the south, and a man huddled by a tree, nursing his jaw. Feeling like he should help, he looked around and found a plant that would help any pain there might be. He picked some of the leaves and crushed them in his hands, walking over to the man. "Gently chew this near where it hurts, it'll ease the pain." he said, holding out the crushed leaves. As soon as the man takes them, Archer would turn and walk to the town on the shore.
His prey was in his sights. The mowan was so close to Sage he could feel her pulse beating in her neck. His hunt was coming to an end. Just before he gets to the woman and the corpse Sage jumps into the air to pounce on the woman before delivering his killing blow. Just moments before is upon her, the black flame encases both of them, causing Sage to recoil mid air thinking the flames would hit him, just for him to crash into the ground and roll as best he can.
He looks up, watching the ball of flame fly towards the mountain. Part of him wanted to pursue the woman, but it was obvious to him. This was not an easy hunt, one that he could do on his own, and a wolf works best in a pack. He looks around quickly. For the first time noticing that mostly everyone had fled the area. It was not surprising. Humans had often been cowards of creatures, and not worthy of any type of note, but one man remained aside from him.
He walks slowly over to Feldar, his eyes glowing a bright yellow gold as he struggles against something to enter Haven but to no avail. He is cautious around Feldar. Always being sure to keep an arm and a half distance from him at all times. He smiles a bit, showing sharp teeth to him as he squats and looks towards the mountains. "Shall we hunt?" His voices out slowly, carefully as if he is having trouble speaking and marked with a very deep growl.
He looks up, watching the ball of flame fly towards the mountain. Part of him wanted to pursue the woman, but it was obvious to him. This was not an easy hunt, one that he could do on his own, and a wolf works best in a pack. He looks around quickly. For the first time noticing that mostly everyone had fled the area. It was not surprising. Humans had often been cowards of creatures, and not worthy of any type of note, but one man remained aside from him.
He walks slowly over to Feldar, his eyes glowing a bright yellow gold as he struggles against something to enter Haven but to no avail. He is cautious around Feldar. Always being sure to keep an arm and a half distance from him at all times. He smiles a bit, showing sharp teeth to him as he squats and looks towards the mountains. "Shall we hunt?" His voices out slowly, carefully as if he is having trouble speaking and marked with a very deep growl.
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