She woke up in a panic, eyes snapping open as she sat up in the dim light of morning.
It was… morning, right?
She found herself in the dull grasses of an unfamiliar plain, an odd domain for Talia to be in. How had she had gotten here? Struggling to her knees, Talia managed to find her way out of the plains and emerged into the nearby forest that paved between the tall trees, were a beaten dirt path. Stumbling as she cleared the first group of trees and upon the path, Talia did not feel the earthen ground beneath her feet, did not smell the general earth smell that normally came when she took hikes, nor did she appreciate the silvery fog that clung to the tree around her.
Everything was lost to her, made invisible by the huge feeling of wrongness that echoed in her mind.
Something was wrong, she needed to…
“Stay calm. This is only a dream,” Talia tried to reason with herself as she circled helplessly around her surrounds. Nothing looked familiar, everything was wrong…Everything was painful…
Panic rose in her throat; threaten to leave her screaming without truly thinking.
Breathing hard, Talia stopped short as her mind failed her. Straining to see where she was, she scanned her lush surroundings and felt her stomach clench when she recognized nothing. Yet the trees were real, the dirt that covered her feet were real, and faint rustle of the bushes behind her…all real.
Where was she? This was no dream, where was she?
It was… morning, right?
She found herself in the dull grasses of an unfamiliar plain, an odd domain for Talia to be in. How had she had gotten here? Struggling to her knees, Talia managed to find her way out of the plains and emerged into the nearby forest that paved between the tall trees, were a beaten dirt path. Stumbling as she cleared the first group of trees and upon the path, Talia did not feel the earthen ground beneath her feet, did not smell the general earth smell that normally came when she took hikes, nor did she appreciate the silvery fog that clung to the tree around her.
Everything was lost to her, made invisible by the huge feeling of wrongness that echoed in her mind.
Something was wrong, she needed to…
“Stay calm. This is only a dream,” Talia tried to reason with herself as she circled helplessly around her surrounds. Nothing looked familiar, everything was wrong…Everything was painful…
Panic rose in her throat; threaten to leave her screaming without truly thinking.
Breathing hard, Talia stopped short as her mind failed her. Straining to see where she was, she scanned her lush surroundings and felt her stomach clench when she recognized nothing. Yet the trees were real, the dirt that covered her feet were real, and faint rustle of the bushes behind her…all real.
Where was she? This was no dream, where was she?
Ezekiel wrote:
A cabin hidden in the woods. It's deteriorating wood was stained and rittled with various forms of moss and other swamp life and vegetation. In the basement stood a shrine, runes and symbolic symbols coating nearly ever surface and at its center was a circle etched it blood and salt. Candles that covered the area suddenly flickered on as if a switch was hit. A surfer necklace was in the center. It had a very interesting stone that looked like blue tourmaline. It also had a black cast compass set in the center that spun wildly. A blue and black aura surrounded the artifact making it rise off the ground.
The the aura turned to fire and started to take shape into runes that reaked of a dark energy. The smell of the Ocean, blood and decayed body's waft through the room in abudance. The energy was forced into anything around it giving off bloodlust and psychotic thoughts making anything go mad.
Symbols etched it's way across the floor and finally with a bright light a majestic being came from the portal of damnation. It had dragon like wings coming from A deepsea blue and black Armor that made the air chill. It's wings bore white and blue skin that's torn and charred. The being on sandals that were laced all the way up his calfs and shorts that were covered in barbed wire chains that come down to mid thigh.
With a gasp the fire seemed to invert itself and crawl into the beings mouth revealing Sunkisssed skin and toned muscles. On the creatures head was a Rams horn helmet that had runes etched across it. The armor itself depicted waves that tormented cities and drowning people screaming.
The eyes glowed from the helmet looked like bulleyes with blue rings glowing brightly like a lake.
In an instant, the the bloodlust and choking fear receded as his eyes shifted to a more Hazel color with only a single ring coating the outside. His armor seemed to dilute itself into a more normal cloning befitting the 21st century. He wore black skinny jeans ripped at the knees and Converse shoes that were a deep blue. His shirt a v-neck and fit tight to his sculpted body. His hair was were shades of brown with tips of blue with white at the end.
The only real sign of his transformation was the necklace that adorned his neck and horns that barely stuck out his hair.
The the aura turned to fire and started to take shape into runes that reaked of a dark energy. The smell of the Ocean, blood and decayed body's waft through the room in abudance. The energy was forced into anything around it giving off bloodlust and psychotic thoughts making anything go mad.
Symbols etched it's way across the floor and finally with a bright light a majestic being came from the portal of damnation. It had dragon like wings coming from A deepsea blue and black Armor that made the air chill. It's wings bore white and blue skin that's torn and charred. The being on sandals that were laced all the way up his calfs and shorts that were covered in barbed wire chains that come down to mid thigh.
With a gasp the fire seemed to invert itself and crawl into the beings mouth revealing Sunkisssed skin and toned muscles. On the creatures head was a Rams horn helmet that had runes etched across it. The armor itself depicted waves that tormented cities and drowning people screaming.
The eyes glowed from the helmet looked like bulleyes with blue rings glowing brightly like a lake.
In an instant, the the bloodlust and choking fear receded as his eyes shifted to a more Hazel color with only a single ring coating the outside. His armor seemed to dilute itself into a more normal cloning befitting the 21st century. He wore black skinny jeans ripped at the knees and Converse shoes that were a deep blue. His shirt a v-neck and fit tight to his sculpted body. His hair was were shades of brown with tips of blue with white at the end.
The only real sign of his transformation was the necklace that adorned his neck and horns that barely stuck out his hair.
(Are you in the Under-realm or no?)
Growing impatient with Ein and seemingly lack of an ability to make a quick decision Vivika snapped her fingers as she sighed in disgust, causing the twisted behemoth to crumble before Ein.
Vivika then turned her attention to a new being within the Under-Realm and with another snap of her fingers, Vivika disappeared into thin air once again, only leaving a puff of smoke behind. She soon reappeared out of thin air, floating above The New Arrival. The Vivika's surprise, it was the fate weaver Talia. Talia has, ironically enough, arrived in the realm of fates end, the realm where fate came to die and wither away into nothingness. Vivika gracefully and slowly floated towards Talia, stopping just shy of the ground below. With a raised eyebrow Vivika spoke.
"My dear, what is a being such as yourself doing here? What happened to you?"
Vivika then turned her attention to a new being within the Under-Realm and with another snap of her fingers, Vivika disappeared into thin air once again, only leaving a puff of smoke behind. She soon reappeared out of thin air, floating above The New Arrival. The Vivika's surprise, it was the fate weaver Talia. Talia has, ironically enough, arrived in the realm of fates end, the realm where fate came to die and wither away into nothingness. Vivika gracefully and slowly floated towards Talia, stopping just shy of the ground below. With a raised eyebrow Vivika spoke.
"My dear, what is a being such as yourself doing here? What happened to you?"
The sound of another voice made her startled; made her whip around and face the speaker with such speed that her head and neck ached in protest.
“I…” She pressed her hand to her temple as it began to pound, watching the floating women warily as she approached.
“Where am I?” Talia snapped in her unease, her own voice sounded weak and sick in her ears.
Talia didn't remember much. A hooded man with dark eyes had appeared and requested that she read into his fate. Without even activating her powers, she had knew something was off about the man. However Talia had done as he asked and when she peered into his tapestry she saw...?
What had she seen? She couldn't remember...
All she had now was a raging migraine along with her tattoo, which felt like it was on fire. Where was she? Why was everything so grey and lifeless and who was the floating lady?
"I'm sorry if I sounded rude but I have no idea where I am and I'm in some serious pain," She replied through gritted teeth. Had her powers backfired? Was she in some kind of limbo because of it? Where was she?!
“I…” She pressed her hand to her temple as it began to pound, watching the floating women warily as she approached.
“Where am I?” Talia snapped in her unease, her own voice sounded weak and sick in her ears.
Talia didn't remember much. A hooded man with dark eyes had appeared and requested that she read into his fate. Without even activating her powers, she had knew something was off about the man. However Talia had done as he asked and when she peered into his tapestry she saw...?
What had she seen? She couldn't remember...
All she had now was a raging migraine along with her tattoo, which felt like it was on fire. Where was she? Why was everything so grey and lifeless and who was the floating lady?
"I'm sorry if I sounded rude but I have no idea where I am and I'm in some serious pain," She replied through gritted teeth. Had her powers backfired? Was she in some kind of limbo because of it? Where was she?!
(I will reply to both of you asap.)
(sorry for not replying for so long.)
Hearing the voice give him instructions, he does them asap. While still being cloaked, he puts a finger to a button on his helmet. "Hello?! Is this the Conglomerate? White Stronghold? Look, if anyone's out there I need a chopper sent in asap to get me outta here! If you get this I'm relaying my coordinates!" He takes his finger off the button and continues running.
Hearing the voice give him instructions, he does them asap. While still being cloaked, he puts a finger to a button on his helmet. "Hello?! Is this the Conglomerate? White Stronghold? Look, if anyone's out there I need a chopper sent in asap to get me outta here! If you get this I'm relaying my coordinates!" He takes his finger off the button and continues running.
(Sorry guys, I will try and get to all of you when I can, I have some issues to handle within the family.)
Talia wrote:
The sound of another voice made her startled; made her whip around and face the speaker with such speed that her head and neck ached in protest.
“I…” She pressed her hand to her temple as it began to pound, watching the floating women warily as she approached.
“Where am I?” Talia snapped in her unease, her own voice sounded weak and sick in her ears.
Talia didn't remember much. A hooded man with dark eyes had appeared and requested that she read into his fate. Without even activating her powers, she had knew something was off about the man. However Talia had done as he asked and when she peered into his tapestry she saw...?
What had she seen? She couldn't remember...
All she had now was a raging migraine along with her tattoo, which felt like it was on fire. Where was she? Why was everything so grey and lifeless and who was the floating lady?
"I'm sorry if I sounded rude but I have no idea where I am and I'm in some serious pain," She replied through gritted teeth. Had her powers backfired? Was she in some kind of limbo because of it? Where was she?!
“I…” She pressed her hand to her temple as it began to pound, watching the floating women warily as she approached.
“Where am I?” Talia snapped in her unease, her own voice sounded weak and sick in her ears.
Talia didn't remember much. A hooded man with dark eyes had appeared and requested that she read into his fate. Without even activating her powers, she had knew something was off about the man. However Talia had done as he asked and when she peered into his tapestry she saw...?
What had she seen? She couldn't remember...
All she had now was a raging migraine along with her tattoo, which felt like it was on fire. Where was she? Why was everything so grey and lifeless and who was the floating lady?
"I'm sorry if I sounded rude but I have no idea where I am and I'm in some serious pain," She replied through gritted teeth. Had her powers backfired? Was she in some kind of limbo because of it? Where was she?!
Vivika smirked at Talia, chuckling slightly at Talias lack of knowledge. The chuckling soon turned into laughter. "My dear, you are in the realm of fates end. Can't you tell? Talia, this is the Under-Realm, the realm the dead doth tread. And it appears to me that your fate as a...fate weaver has met it's end." Vivika said as she started to laugh again. She eventually noticed the pain Talia was in and with the snap of her fingers Vivika attempted to relieve Talia of her pain.
Soon after snapping her fingers to hopefully cure Talia of her pain Vivika sensed that another being has arrived in her realm. Yet she felt that this being was not one who had died, but rather, it was a being of dark power. Burning with Curiosity, Vivika summoned a flying creature. A large eye with bat wings, flew to Vivika within seconds of being summoned. Vivika whispered orders to the creature and the creature flew off to where the new being spawned. The Creature soon arrived to observe a demon rising from the Nether-realm into the Under-realm. Vivika then snapped her right fingers creating a blue flame in the palm of her right hand, she blew into the flame. The flame grew and floated in front of her, and within the flame was shown exactly what the fly eye creature was seeing. The Fly eye eventually succumbed to the rage and chaos that was spread by this demon and started to violently convulse, the rage had consumed it entirely. {A DEMON} Vivika thought to herself with great alarm. She quickly banished the flame. She looked to Talia and spoke in a serious tone.
"Make your way to the Black Spire."
After speaking, Vivika vanished into the mist lingering around Talia leaving only an unopened letter, sealed with black wax, the front of the letter read. Open when you arrive at the Spire.
"Make your way to the Black Spire."
After speaking, Vivika vanished into the mist lingering around Talia leaving only an unopened letter, sealed with black wax, the front of the letter read. Open when you arrive at the Spire.
Ezekiel wrote:
A cabin hidden in the woods. It's deteriorating wood was stained and rittled with various forms of moss and other swamp life and vegetation. In the basement stood a shrine, runes and symbolic symbols coating nearly ever surface and at its center was a circle etched it blood and salt. Candles that covered the area suddenly flickered on as if a switch was hit. A surfer necklace was in the center. It had a very interesting stone that looked like blue tourmaline. It also had a black cast compass set in the center that spun wildly. A blue and black aura surrounded the artifact making it rise off the ground.
The the aura turned to fire and started to take shape into runes that reaked of a dark energy. The smell of the Ocean, blood and decayed body's waft through the room in abudance. The energy was forced into anything around it giving off bloodlust and psychotic thoughts making anything go mad.
Symbols etched it's way across the floor and finally with a bright light a majestic being came from the portal of damnation. It had dragon like wings coming from A deepsea blue and black Armor that made the air chill. It's wings bore white and blue skin that's torn and charred. The being on sandals that were laced all the way up his calfs and shorts that were covered in barbed wire chains that come down to mid thigh.
With a gasp the fire seemed to invert itself and crawl into the beings mouth revealing Sunkisssed skin and toned muscles. On the creatures head was a Rams horn helmet that had runes etched across it. The armor itself depicted waves that tormented cities and drowning people screaming.
The eyes glowed from the helmet looked like bulleyes with blue rings glowing brightly like a lake.
In an instant, the the bloodlust and choking fear receded as his eyes shifted to a more Hazel color with only a single ring coating the outside. His armor seemed to dilute itself into a more normal cloning befitting the 21st century. He wore black skinny jeans ripped at the knees and Converse shoes that were a deep blue. His shirt a v-neck and fit tight to his sculpted body. His hair was were shades of brown with tips of blue with white at the end.
The only real sign of his transformation was the necklace that adorned his neck and horns that barely stuck out his hair.
The the aura turned to fire and started to take shape into runes that reaked of a dark energy. The smell of the Ocean, blood and decayed body's waft through the room in abudance. The energy was forced into anything around it giving off bloodlust and psychotic thoughts making anything go mad.
Symbols etched it's way across the floor and finally with a bright light a majestic being came from the portal of damnation. It had dragon like wings coming from A deepsea blue and black Armor that made the air chill. It's wings bore white and blue skin that's torn and charred. The being on sandals that were laced all the way up his calfs and shorts that were covered in barbed wire chains that come down to mid thigh.
With a gasp the fire seemed to invert itself and crawl into the beings mouth revealing Sunkisssed skin and toned muscles. On the creatures head was a Rams horn helmet that had runes etched across it. The armor itself depicted waves that tormented cities and drowning people screaming.
The eyes glowed from the helmet looked like bulleyes with blue rings glowing brightly like a lake.
In an instant, the the bloodlust and choking fear receded as his eyes shifted to a more Hazel color with only a single ring coating the outside. His armor seemed to dilute itself into a more normal cloning befitting the 21st century. He wore black skinny jeans ripped at the knees and Converse shoes that were a deep blue. His shirt a v-neck and fit tight to his sculpted body. His hair was were shades of brown with tips of blue with white at the end.
The only real sign of his transformation was the necklace that adorned his neck and horns that barely stuck out his hair.
The air around Ezekiel grew eerily thin and a piercing silence encompassed the immediate vicinity around the cabin. The Thin fog lingering about grew thicker within a few seconds of the silence. The shrine in the basement of the cabin started to warp and twist, the runes started to whither away into dust and the symbols adorning the walls around the shrine started to shift and change into crucifixes. The basement of the cabin started to glow with a strange purple hue. A few seconds passed, the silence remained and everything was unchanged then suddenly and violently, the ground beneath the cabin started to shake and the distant moaning of the dead could be heard echoing throughout the forest surrounding the cabin, the silence was broken. The Moaning grew louder and closer, eventually making its way to the cabin. Grave stones started to rise up from the ground near the cabin as white spirit orbs arose from the newly formed gravestones. The ground ceased from shaking and the white orbs floated above the cabin. They started to cling together, amassing themselves as the twirled around the cabin. The Shrieking and howling of banshees accompanied by chorale of ghostly moans now surrounded the soundscape of the cabin. The Orbs formed into a giant white orb which then turned completely black. The now black orb shot into the cabin and was at the base of the Demons feet. The black puddle moved to the right side of the demon and started to absorb the thick mist surrounding the cabin. A figure started to slowly arise from the puddle as three black orbs twirled around the figure. The black amorphous figure started to take the form of something human like. One by one, twenty six black tentacles pierced through the back of the black figure. The tentacles covered the figure completely for a few moments, as if it were shielding it. Black goop started to ooze from in between the tentacles and with a sudden flash of light, a woman broke free from the tentacles. Revealing the master of the Under-Realm, Vivika. She was posed elegantly with her arms up in the air and her tentacles waving around violently. She floated a few inches off the floor and looked at Ezekiel, and with a powerful, authoritative and commanding voice, Vivka shouted loud enough for the whole Under-realm to hear.
"HOW DARE YOU REST YOUR FEET UPON THE HOLLOWED GROUND OF THE HOLY ONE, YE OF GREAT EVIL AND HATRED. THOU SHALT BE SMITTEN BY ME UNLESS THOU CHOOSES TO FLEE WITH HASTE FROM THIS REALM AND NEVER RETURN. BE GONE DEMON."
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