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Introduction
Those of Mir...
"One constant question fills our hearts... A single important curiosity that makes us wonder not only the our purpose, but the whether the flow of the world is correct. Should we live gloriously, or shall we live forever? Should we fear not the end, taking these moments to be beautiful? Or should we live forever, never knowing of true happiness?"
"Together, we shall discover these truths. Come my friends, let us save Mir from itself, for we are the ones who shall lead this world to glory, forever. No matter the outcome, our purpose is clear..."
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Welcome, to "Those of Mir" a dark fairy tale gone ghost story and high adventure.
World of Mir
Mir is a land stuck in desolation and loneliness. Its beatiful oceans now icy, yet vibrant with a appearance reminiscent of water colors. Its proud cities left empty. Nothing grows, nothing moves, stuck seemingly forever to stay alive forever. There is no aging,no sickness, no hunger, no happiness. There is endless emptiness that can only be felt, without a reason to put your finger upon it. As characters battle the antagonists, the world will regain its life, but also will realize the sudden fear of death.
A planet scale war is being waged between two divine sisters, all for the sake of their people. One sister, froze the world to create immortality. Under her rule, we cannot die, but we also cannot live. Her power prevents us from feeling true happiness. We feel stuck, unable to grow to our full potential. Yet we will remain... Living forever with those you care about is glorious, in its own special way.
Her sister, much weaker in power, wishes the to be free of its bonds. Let us live gloriously as we never have. We would find love, purpose, destiny. We would pursue our dreams, turning this land into a wonder... yet we would die. Our lives would be limited... Mortality in the price of greatness...
Inhabitants of Mir
"The Goddess of Divine Tones": A frightening figure ruling this ruined world, yet only seems to exist in legend. A violent violinist whose power enslaved the spirits of the world, causing everything to remain still... constant. She cursed all life to become forever immortal, but in doing so, she took away their greatest joys.
Discovering pleasure in power, she rules this world with a combination of honest feelings for her unwilling "subjects", and a madness that seems to cause her to thirst for blood, to create suffering never ending, as not even death can free you from her grasp.
Binders: Powerful servants to "The Goddess of Divine Tones" these few enforce her will, as well as their own, by forcing the inhabitants of the world to their will. To do this, they have instruments of their own, with compositions written by their goddess to use freely.
They can take the spiritual power of the world, living souls very much conscious of their existence, and force them to perform whatever they please, eternally if they so wish. Without death to free a creature, it would be forever shackled in their bonds.
The Boundless: Creatures made from forcing the inhabitants of the world to fight against their will, turning them into violent killers. Conscious while they attacked their own and those who resist them, they try to resist the horrible things they are told to do. The memory of these events often cause them to commit suicide, but being unable to completely die... Thus, they live a tortured existence. They are called Boundless out of a joke, sarcasm perhaps, their being conscious making escape seeming so near...
Free: Spirits that are yet to be bound to anything, they retain much of their physical form that they had in their former life.
Spirits: Both Boundless and Free spirits can change the world if pushed in a certain direction. If enough of them gather, they cause the world around them to change, according to whatever they wish. Thus, now that "The Goddess of Divine Tones" control them, they are forced to do as she pleases, and that is the reasoning the world is dark and desolate.
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The Heroes!
Due to this being a world capable of the multi universe, I shall allow characters from original universes that fit in well with this theme. Also characters can be born of this world as well. This will make the story have a diverse cast of characters. Present your sheet however you like if you are from the multi universe, but if not, please use the template below.
Name:
Sex: (only if applicative)
Age: (age of appearance, as well as actual age)
Race: (due to the lands very unique world, you may make up your own. You can be a ghost in this story but these versions of ghosts are just like people, having no way to affect the world outside of your "powers". You can be a inanimate object given power through binding. You can be basically anything, but I ask that you explain your ideas well. As this is a mix of innocent and dark ideas, I'd love characters to reflect that. Unless playing a pure antagonist, show some whimsy to throw in with this dark fairy tale.)
Appearance: (feel free to have fun with this)
Powers: (Be creative. Think outside the box. Does your character have the power to do something awkward and possibly amusing? Try to think away from what has already been done.)
Curses: All non-multi universe characters have some drastic curse preventing them from their dreams. Make these insanely crippling, as when your char breaks free, it is much more endearing. (you can make these slightly comical too, for example a character may be only able to speak pig latin. Or maybe a carpenter whose afraid of houses? Maybe they have a habit of singing instead of talking? These can be ridiculous as well as endearing traits. Maybe even their "form" is from a curse.)
Equipment: (feel free to add the silly and the epic. For example, maybe a book of matches that talk, ect. Normal items are to be expected, but play with your creativity.)
Side:(all characters who join will be on the "good" side trying to end the "Queen of Divine Tones", except for characters who take roles otherwise. I want everyone to mostly be on the same side, helping the story progress that way is much easier.)
"One constant question fills our hearts... A single important curiosity that makes us wonder not only the our purpose, but the whether the flow of the world is correct. Should we live gloriously, or shall we live forever? Should we fear not the end, taking these moments to be beautiful? Or should we live forever, never knowing of true happiness?"
"Together, we shall discover these truths. Come my friends, let us save Mir from itself, for we are the ones who shall lead this world to glory, forever. No matter the outcome, our purpose is clear..."
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Welcome, to "Those of Mir" a dark fairy tale gone ghost story and high adventure.
World of Mir
Mir is a land stuck in desolation and loneliness. Its beatiful oceans now icy, yet vibrant with a appearance reminiscent of water colors. Its proud cities left empty. Nothing grows, nothing moves, stuck seemingly forever to stay alive forever. There is no aging,no sickness, no hunger, no happiness. There is endless emptiness that can only be felt, without a reason to put your finger upon it. As characters battle the antagonists, the world will regain its life, but also will realize the sudden fear of death.
A planet scale war is being waged between two divine sisters, all for the sake of their people. One sister, froze the world to create immortality. Under her rule, we cannot die, but we also cannot live. Her power prevents us from feeling true happiness. We feel stuck, unable to grow to our full potential. Yet we will remain... Living forever with those you care about is glorious, in its own special way.
Her sister, much weaker in power, wishes the to be free of its bonds. Let us live gloriously as we never have. We would find love, purpose, destiny. We would pursue our dreams, turning this land into a wonder... yet we would die. Our lives would be limited... Mortality in the price of greatness...
Inhabitants of Mir
"The Goddess of Divine Tones": A frightening figure ruling this ruined world, yet only seems to exist in legend. A violent violinist whose power enslaved the spirits of the world, causing everything to remain still... constant. She cursed all life to become forever immortal, but in doing so, she took away their greatest joys.
Discovering pleasure in power, she rules this world with a combination of honest feelings for her unwilling "subjects", and a madness that seems to cause her to thirst for blood, to create suffering never ending, as not even death can free you from her grasp.
Binders: Powerful servants to "The Goddess of Divine Tones" these few enforce her will, as well as their own, by forcing the inhabitants of the world to their will. To do this, they have instruments of their own, with compositions written by their goddess to use freely.
They can take the spiritual power of the world, living souls very much conscious of their existence, and force them to perform whatever they please, eternally if they so wish. Without death to free a creature, it would be forever shackled in their bonds.
The Boundless: Creatures made from forcing the inhabitants of the world to fight against their will, turning them into violent killers. Conscious while they attacked their own and those who resist them, they try to resist the horrible things they are told to do. The memory of these events often cause them to commit suicide, but being unable to completely die... Thus, they live a tortured existence. They are called Boundless out of a joke, sarcasm perhaps, their being conscious making escape seeming so near...
Free: Spirits that are yet to be bound to anything, they retain much of their physical form that they had in their former life.
Spirits: Both Boundless and Free spirits can change the world if pushed in a certain direction. If enough of them gather, they cause the world around them to change, according to whatever they wish. Thus, now that "The Goddess of Divine Tones" control them, they are forced to do as she pleases, and that is the reasoning the world is dark and desolate.
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The Heroes!
Due to this being a world capable of the multi universe, I shall allow characters from original universes that fit in well with this theme. Also characters can be born of this world as well. This will make the story have a diverse cast of characters. Present your sheet however you like if you are from the multi universe, but if not, please use the template below.
Name:
Sex: (only if applicative)
Age: (age of appearance, as well as actual age)
Race: (due to the lands very unique world, you may make up your own. You can be a ghost in this story but these versions of ghosts are just like people, having no way to affect the world outside of your "powers". You can be a inanimate object given power through binding. You can be basically anything, but I ask that you explain your ideas well. As this is a mix of innocent and dark ideas, I'd love characters to reflect that. Unless playing a pure antagonist, show some whimsy to throw in with this dark fairy tale.)
Appearance: (feel free to have fun with this)
Powers: (Be creative. Think outside the box. Does your character have the power to do something awkward and possibly amusing? Try to think away from what has already been done.)
Curses: All non-multi universe characters have some drastic curse preventing them from their dreams. Make these insanely crippling, as when your char breaks free, it is much more endearing. (you can make these slightly comical too, for example a character may be only able to speak pig latin. Or maybe a carpenter whose afraid of houses? Maybe they have a habit of singing instead of talking? These can be ridiculous as well as endearing traits. Maybe even their "form" is from a curse.)
Equipment: (feel free to add the silly and the epic. For example, maybe a book of matches that talk, ect. Normal items are to be expected, but play with your creativity.)
Side:(all characters who join will be on the "good" side trying to end the "Queen of Divine Tones", except for characters who take roles otherwise. I want everyone to mostly be on the same side, helping the story progress that way is much easier.)
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Bannruod played by Skallagrim
"Greetings mortal... I have heard your pleas, I have come. I know who you are."
Tango, Binder of Animation. played by Tigeress
"This is my world! Don't mess with me unless you want to Tango! Hehe Tango, get it?"
The Fisherwoman played by Tigeress
"Long have I spent each cast looking towards the stars... and I then realize that they have always been with me. " (Deceased)
Meryla 01 played by 'MericanPie
The 'Goddess' of Lesser Tones and the hopeful savior of Mir. ('MericanPie's version)
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OOC Notes
One delicate snow flake, far more brave than the others drifted down in a wavy, lost motion. It danced along the air for a few seconds, before landing in the clear water, sitting upon its surface as several large fish, one the size of a proud tree, its scales shining in a purple watercolor-like blur, waited expectantly just below the slightly rippled surface, examining the disturbance before swimming away into the seemingly endless depths.
"Its not yet your time, my freind. Today, unlike any other day, I have a special task..." It was a sound that was human, and warm, unknown to this world as it stood. Some would say, that it was reminiscent of those kind words a stranger spoke to you, or that of your dearest freind. Whatever it was, in this moment, belonged to the kindly woman standing in the glass-like surface of the lake.
Her body was still, perfect in every way as tiny fish surrounded her, attracted to the warmth and protection of her body, swimming between strands of rugged blond hair that trailed down the heavy rain coat that made up most of the figure. They seemed to take delight as she spoke, swimming nearer, encouraging her to do her best in this important task.
In her weathered, calloused hands, a plain fishing pole rested, as several heavy weights danged, shining magnificently to perhaps highlight the way into the depths. Suddenly, and without warming she moved, flicking her wrist in a motion that would have taken several life times to imitate.
The weighted line plunged into the depths, flickering colors of steel shining off the beautiful fish scales that surrounded it. They moved around the heavy line, forming a circle of the blurry aquatic creatures. Over time, slowly at first but soon quicker, thousands gathered, the thin line still barely visible as they begun to swim around the silvery idol. The see-through water begun to part in the center, forming a whirlpool of sorts, as the heavy weight drifted deeper and deeper into the depths.
"The gateway is open... may they hear our summons... may they save us all."
"Its not yet your time, my freind. Today, unlike any other day, I have a special task..." It was a sound that was human, and warm, unknown to this world as it stood. Some would say, that it was reminiscent of those kind words a stranger spoke to you, or that of your dearest freind. Whatever it was, in this moment, belonged to the kindly woman standing in the glass-like surface of the lake.
Her body was still, perfect in every way as tiny fish surrounded her, attracted to the warmth and protection of her body, swimming between strands of rugged blond hair that trailed down the heavy rain coat that made up most of the figure. They seemed to take delight as she spoke, swimming nearer, encouraging her to do her best in this important task.
In her weathered, calloused hands, a plain fishing pole rested, as several heavy weights danged, shining magnificently to perhaps highlight the way into the depths. Suddenly, and without warming she moved, flicking her wrist in a motion that would have taken several life times to imitate.
The weighted line plunged into the depths, flickering colors of steel shining off the beautiful fish scales that surrounded it. They moved around the heavy line, forming a circle of the blurry aquatic creatures. Over time, slowly at first but soon quicker, thousands gathered, the thin line still barely visible as they begun to swim around the silvery idol. The see-through water begun to part in the center, forming a whirlpool of sorts, as the heavy weight drifted deeper and deeper into the depths.
"The gateway is open... may they hear our summons... may they save us all."
OOC Notes
Bannruod snarled as he eyed the huddled woman before him. Wisps of energy trailed from his eyes as he leaned back in the chair, the goblet sloshed it's contents on the plush carpet. “You have summoned me old woman, therefore I care not about your feeble circles or charms.” Another sob escaped the woman lips as she turned frighten eyes towards the elder daemon, “The circle of summoning and protection should have made you my servant. I...I don't understand.”
For a long moment Bannruod stared at the woman, slowly a cruel laughter erupted from his chest as he stood and stepped towards the woman, wicked teeth reflecting the black light as he towered over her, “I am not a mere daemon to be summoned and commanded. I am Bannruod, I am an elder daemon, and I serve no master...” Kneeling so his fetid breath washed over the woman, he continued in a low, dangerous voice, “I have come not because you summoned me, I have come because you offer me souls...now let us deal shall we?” With that the daemon stood and offered a hand to the woman. Glancing at the size of the creature before her, then at the remains of her circle of command she knew this was no ordinary creature. Taking his hand she managed to ask as she was hauled bodily from the floor, “Elder daemon? I don't think I have ever heard of you, Bannruod.” Hoping that knowing his true name held some power she lowered her head and moved to the other side of the circle, as she did so she spoke again, “Bannruod....Bannruod..I have your true name and I command you in the name of the Goddess.”
Standing ramrod straight the tall daemon glared at the woman, ichorish saliva dripped from his lips as he exposed the wicked teeth towards her, after a long moment he turned and sat down in the chair again and drank deeply from the pinot noir. “As I said, I am not a minor creature to be summoned and commanded. I am an Elder Daemon and your...Goddess... means little to me, come let us get down to brass tacks shall we?”
With shoulders slumping the woman sighed and sat down, her eyes grew wide as the Daemon chuckled, pulling out a massive folder of forms and paper work. Eying the woman he nodded and said, “We do things so that they can stand up in court, all deals must be written and signed. Now, you wanted...power? Of course you did...”
For a long moment Bannruod stared at the woman, slowly a cruel laughter erupted from his chest as he stood and stepped towards the woman, wicked teeth reflecting the black light as he towered over her, “I am not a mere daemon to be summoned and commanded. I am Bannruod, I am an elder daemon, and I serve no master...” Kneeling so his fetid breath washed over the woman, he continued in a low, dangerous voice, “I have come not because you summoned me, I have come because you offer me souls...now let us deal shall we?” With that the daemon stood and offered a hand to the woman. Glancing at the size of the creature before her, then at the remains of her circle of command she knew this was no ordinary creature. Taking his hand she managed to ask as she was hauled bodily from the floor, “Elder daemon? I don't think I have ever heard of you, Bannruod.” Hoping that knowing his true name held some power she lowered her head and moved to the other side of the circle, as she did so she spoke again, “Bannruod....Bannruod..I have your true name and I command you in the name of the Goddess.”
Standing ramrod straight the tall daemon glared at the woman, ichorish saliva dripped from his lips as he exposed the wicked teeth towards her, after a long moment he turned and sat down in the chair again and drank deeply from the pinot noir. “As I said, I am not a minor creature to be summoned and commanded. I am an Elder Daemon and your...Goddess... means little to me, come let us get down to brass tacks shall we?”
With shoulders slumping the woman sighed and sat down, her eyes grew wide as the Daemon chuckled, pulling out a massive folder of forms and paper work. Eying the woman he nodded and said, “We do things so that they can stand up in court, all deals must be written and signed. Now, you wanted...power? Of course you did...”
OOC Notes
Mason Giles felt himself falling through space.
Only moments ago, he had been drifting away to sleep in his bunk in the Anduilian Royal Army barracks, sore and tired, with his dagger under his pillow (as always). It seemed that his imagination was composing an even greater dream than he had ever before seen... the stars that flashed by his eyes seemed like faint streaks of light, like he was flying through some sort of vortex.
Needless to say, it was pretty BA.
Before too much time passed, he felt the back of his nightshirt jerk upwards, bringing him to an abruptly slower speed. Now it felt more like he was waterlogged, traveling underwater. Drowning. When he realized that this was not just his impression, that he was actually underwater, he panicked, throwing his arms this way and that, and then balking when one of his wrists brushed against a scaly... thing. His eyes snapping shut in fear and panic, he didn't realize that his movements were taking him further down into the depths of the body of water.
And then, suddenly.... Mason was jerked upwards by the naval, compelled toward the surface, nearly unconscious from lack of oxygen. When he broke clear of the still, glassy waters, he didn't even open his eyes, tired as he was. He floated on the surface lifelessly, letting his body be pushed and pulled by the current of the waters.
After a time, he found that the bottom of the lake brushed against his back, as he had drifted far into the marshy shallows; opening his eyes, he looked around. The sky overhead was a majestic purple, surrounded by snow-capped peaks and two perfectly round moons. It was nighttime, then. Mason tried to stand up, but his shirt was too heavy with water. Struggling against the weight, he unclasped the simple tie with trembling hands and pulled the rough material over his head. Now he was at least able to sit in the shallows, fingering the dagger that had mysterious appeared on his belt, even though it had only been underneath his pillow...
Where the heck was he?
Only moments ago, he had been drifting away to sleep in his bunk in the Anduilian Royal Army barracks, sore and tired, with his dagger under his pillow (as always). It seemed that his imagination was composing an even greater dream than he had ever before seen... the stars that flashed by his eyes seemed like faint streaks of light, like he was flying through some sort of vortex.
Needless to say, it was pretty BA.
Before too much time passed, he felt the back of his nightshirt jerk upwards, bringing him to an abruptly slower speed. Now it felt more like he was waterlogged, traveling underwater. Drowning. When he realized that this was not just his impression, that he was actually underwater, he panicked, throwing his arms this way and that, and then balking when one of his wrists brushed against a scaly... thing. His eyes snapping shut in fear and panic, he didn't realize that his movements were taking him further down into the depths of the body of water.
And then, suddenly.... Mason was jerked upwards by the naval, compelled toward the surface, nearly unconscious from lack of oxygen. When he broke clear of the still, glassy waters, he didn't even open his eyes, tired as he was. He floated on the surface lifelessly, letting his body be pushed and pulled by the current of the waters.
After a time, he found that the bottom of the lake brushed against his back, as he had drifted far into the marshy shallows; opening his eyes, he looked around. The sky overhead was a majestic purple, surrounded by snow-capped peaks and two perfectly round moons. It was nighttime, then. Mason tried to stand up, but his shirt was too heavy with water. Struggling against the weight, he unclasped the simple tie with trembling hands and pulled the rough material over his head. Now he was at least able to sit in the shallows, fingering the dagger that had mysterious appeared on his belt, even though it had only been underneath his pillow...
Where the heck was he?
OOC Notes
A satisfied grin on his face, Bannruod checked over the papers, his eyes scanning the various spots where a scrawled signature or initials were supposed to be. Flicking a glance to the woman, her bloodied and raw fingers used to sign the documents wept silently. “Crying? Why are you crying? You are the one who desired the power of the elder dark to run sway over this world.” Wiping her eyes the woman glared at the daemon, “”I have never dealt with one such as you...demons are supposed to be under my control when I summon them.”
Snorting the tall pale skinned creature scooped the papers and tucked them away into a dimensional pocket, as he did so he offered a toothy grin to her, “Yes well, as I said you specifically summoned an elder daemon thus the rules change when dealing with us.” Standing Bannruod nodded to her, about to say something when he felt a slight tug on the ethereal cords that linked all in the multiverse together. “Enjoy your power.” He said as he faced the woman, his countenance grim as the shadows swirled and grew around him, “All men are like grass, and all their glory is like the flowers of the field, the grass withers and the flowers fall, but the deals with the daemons stand forever, thus all glory is fleeting...I look forward to our next meeting.” The words rumbled ominously in the office, causing the woman to cower and cover her ears, trying to shut out the realization of the madness she had entered into.
Reaching out the elder daemon grasped the thin silvery line that wove it's way through the myriad of spaces and times encompassing the multiverse. The weighted line felt warm, desperate, and cast by a powerful entity. Encircling his hand in the line, Bannruod tugged it slightly, feeling the strength and conviction on the other end. Allowing the darkness to extend from him, a cruel smile erupted across the coldly handsome features. Strumming the line he felt a slight twang, a twitch that transmitted much to those who traveled the vastness and deeps of the multiverse. Reaching forward with the darkness that swelled and coursed through his body, Bannruod allowed himself to be snared, drawn forward towards the source of the line.
Whirling through space, passing the birth and death of planets, of entire civilizations. Witnessing the end of galaxies, and the sudden emergence of others. The elder daemon closed his eyes allowing the pitiful cries of horror and lost hope to fill his form. So many lives willing to make deals to extend their existence a day longer, seeking power to thwart that which is inevitable, the end of the frail tenuous spark called life.
With a sudden jolt the elder daemon sensed the liquid before it washed over his form, a cascade of water surged around him, crashing against his form with the tumult of a hurricane. Tightening his grip upon the silvery line, Bannruod grinned horrifically for he was approaching that which cast forth the line. In an explosive plume the elder daemon erupted from the water, scintillating droplets of water running along the intricate lines of his armor, falling into the vastness of the waters that represented the multiverse. Inhaling deeply, savoring the rank despair that wafted through the air. A world both blessed and cursed, a world of paradoxical natures. Allowing the swelling dark to ooze like an oily black smoke from his form, the elder daemon turned around and faced that which had summoned him. A dark cloud swirling like a living thing, reaching out, slowly devouring the light around the elder daemon, his eyes an eerie glow in the gloom, his voice a low growl. “The multiverse. You opened it. I came.”
Snorting the tall pale skinned creature scooped the papers and tucked them away into a dimensional pocket, as he did so he offered a toothy grin to her, “Yes well, as I said you specifically summoned an elder daemon thus the rules change when dealing with us.” Standing Bannruod nodded to her, about to say something when he felt a slight tug on the ethereal cords that linked all in the multiverse together. “Enjoy your power.” He said as he faced the woman, his countenance grim as the shadows swirled and grew around him, “All men are like grass, and all their glory is like the flowers of the field, the grass withers and the flowers fall, but the deals with the daemons stand forever, thus all glory is fleeting...I look forward to our next meeting.” The words rumbled ominously in the office, causing the woman to cower and cover her ears, trying to shut out the realization of the madness she had entered into.
Reaching out the elder daemon grasped the thin silvery line that wove it's way through the myriad of spaces and times encompassing the multiverse. The weighted line felt warm, desperate, and cast by a powerful entity. Encircling his hand in the line, Bannruod tugged it slightly, feeling the strength and conviction on the other end. Allowing the darkness to extend from him, a cruel smile erupted across the coldly handsome features. Strumming the line he felt a slight twang, a twitch that transmitted much to those who traveled the vastness and deeps of the multiverse. Reaching forward with the darkness that swelled and coursed through his body, Bannruod allowed himself to be snared, drawn forward towards the source of the line.
Whirling through space, passing the birth and death of planets, of entire civilizations. Witnessing the end of galaxies, and the sudden emergence of others. The elder daemon closed his eyes allowing the pitiful cries of horror and lost hope to fill his form. So many lives willing to make deals to extend their existence a day longer, seeking power to thwart that which is inevitable, the end of the frail tenuous spark called life.
With a sudden jolt the elder daemon sensed the liquid before it washed over his form, a cascade of water surged around him, crashing against his form with the tumult of a hurricane. Tightening his grip upon the silvery line, Bannruod grinned horrifically for he was approaching that which cast forth the line. In an explosive plume the elder daemon erupted from the water, scintillating droplets of water running along the intricate lines of his armor, falling into the vastness of the waters that represented the multiverse. Inhaling deeply, savoring the rank despair that wafted through the air. A world both blessed and cursed, a world of paradoxical natures. Allowing the swelling dark to ooze like an oily black smoke from his form, the elder daemon turned around and faced that which had summoned him. A dark cloud swirling like a living thing, reaching out, slowly devouring the light around the elder daemon, his eyes an eerie glow in the gloom, his voice a low growl. “The multiverse. You opened it. I came.”
OOC Notes
Marinians were supposed to like water. After all, Marinia was a coastal nation covered with lakes, rivers, and swamps. But when Melissa broke the surface of the still, dark water, she realized just how much she took the arid countryside of Sierria for granted. One moment she'd been fumbling with a clog in the bathtub using a coat hanger. Then, the hanger plunged downward, pulling Melissa into the tub. Instead of simply smacking her face against the porcelin bottom, Melissa seemed to go down the drain! She surfaced still holding the coat hanger with a clot of human hair and soap scum still on the end. She'd come up on the edge of a whirlpool and was still spinning. However, the current was pushing her away from the center of the vortex toward shore. Melissa struck the bottom and staggered to her feet.
"Oh what the f**k?" she muttered. "I must have really hit my head." She looked around at her surroundings, trying to get her bearings. She looked like she was in the White Mountains on a clear summer night. Her vision must have gotten a bit messed up, because when she looked up, she swore she saw two moons. "Where am I?"
"Oh what the f**k?" she muttered. "I must have really hit my head." She looked around at her surroundings, trying to get her bearings. She looked like she was in the White Mountains on a clear summer night. Her vision must have gotten a bit messed up, because when she looked up, she swore she saw two moons. "Where am I?"
OOC Notes
"Not tonight Sebastian, I'm far too tired. Tomorrow, I promise," Silvio says as he locks the door of the small inn behind him. "Tomorrow we will reach the ocean. I'll even dip you into it if you like, but the Princess help you should you rust..." It was barely dark out in the small village of Red Stone, but for some reason the knight was dead tired. Crossing the room with long, lanky strides he falls onto the rather hard bed with a sigh, as if it were the softed bed in the world. "For now, my feet ache, and my heart is weery..."
"Oh, yer poor heart, yer poor feet!" the pocket watch mutters from the inside pocket of Silvio's vest. "Yer feet hurt cause you walk erywhere, and yer heart aches ya 'cause ye never kamfpresetsa!" His words are muffled as the tall, lupine figure rolls from being proped up on one elbow to rest on his stomach on the bed, his cane still held loosely in his left hand, resting beside him. Sebastian continues to muteer, mainly muffled curses, but Silvio doesn't hear them. With eyes closed he is already drifting off, dreaming.
Dreaming. Dreaming of finally making to the ocean, of the giant, fantastic which that swim within it's cool, briney waters. Even the little ones seem as large as a horse to his tired eyes, and his unrested mind fancies them to actually be something less fantastic in apperance, just very large in size. Just simple, but over grown lake fish. In his dream he was amazed, but then he heard the muffled voice once more, and with a groan he reached into his vest and took out Sebastian. With a click his face was revealed, numbers all around, hands extending from where his nose would be. But his normally annoyed expression was frightened, he was yelling at Silvio, but why couldn't he hear him clearly?
Breath. He couldn't breath. Opening his mouth he tasted...what? Filth, fish, water, but no salt. And then suddenly a silver strand was wrapping around Sebastian's chain, and he was being pulled towards something, but what? and then he realized it. He was in a lake, though he had no idea where, since Red Stone Village was in the center of a desert. but then the light from the surface was coming closer, moving faster, but just before he reached it, even as Sebastian emerged with a splash and a cry, something grabbed his tail. With a howl of suprise and pain he looked down to see a large fish, it's mouth clamped tightly on the tip of his tail. Grabing his favorite appendige he holds tight as he emerges from the water, finally, and finds himself soaking wet, cold, and standing on the shore of some strange world.
Sebastian is cursing wildly, dangling from the button hole in Silvio's shirt, near his waist. But the lupine man ignores this as he lifts his tail up and stares at the fish clinging to it for a moment before letting go and sending it flying back into the waters with a swift swish of his tail. Only then does he look around. There are a few others around him, an odd assortment indeed. "This is going to give me a headache..." He says finally, followed by the snap, "Shut up Sebastian," as he closes the pocket watch up and slips it back into his pocket. he then reaches down and picks up his cane, then uses it to fish his fedora out of the water, and once he has it in hand he places it on his head, pats it, then turns to the others and gives a slight bow, as if this sort of thing happened quite often.
"Oh, yer poor heart, yer poor feet!" the pocket watch mutters from the inside pocket of Silvio's vest. "Yer feet hurt cause you walk erywhere, and yer heart aches ya 'cause ye never kamfpresetsa!" His words are muffled as the tall, lupine figure rolls from being proped up on one elbow to rest on his stomach on the bed, his cane still held loosely in his left hand, resting beside him. Sebastian continues to muteer, mainly muffled curses, but Silvio doesn't hear them. With eyes closed he is already drifting off, dreaming.
Dreaming. Dreaming of finally making to the ocean, of the giant, fantastic which that swim within it's cool, briney waters. Even the little ones seem as large as a horse to his tired eyes, and his unrested mind fancies them to actually be something less fantastic in apperance, just very large in size. Just simple, but over grown lake fish. In his dream he was amazed, but then he heard the muffled voice once more, and with a groan he reached into his vest and took out Sebastian. With a click his face was revealed, numbers all around, hands extending from where his nose would be. But his normally annoyed expression was frightened, he was yelling at Silvio, but why couldn't he hear him clearly?
Breath. He couldn't breath. Opening his mouth he tasted...what? Filth, fish, water, but no salt. And then suddenly a silver strand was wrapping around Sebastian's chain, and he was being pulled towards something, but what? and then he realized it. He was in a lake, though he had no idea where, since Red Stone Village was in the center of a desert. but then the light from the surface was coming closer, moving faster, but just before he reached it, even as Sebastian emerged with a splash and a cry, something grabbed his tail. With a howl of suprise and pain he looked down to see a large fish, it's mouth clamped tightly on the tip of his tail. Grabing his favorite appendige he holds tight as he emerges from the water, finally, and finds himself soaking wet, cold, and standing on the shore of some strange world.
Sebastian is cursing wildly, dangling from the button hole in Silvio's shirt, near his waist. But the lupine man ignores this as he lifts his tail up and stares at the fish clinging to it for a moment before letting go and sending it flying back into the waters with a swift swish of his tail. Only then does he look around. There are a few others around him, an odd assortment indeed. "This is going to give me a headache..." He says finally, followed by the snap, "Shut up Sebastian," as he closes the pocket watch up and slips it back into his pocket. he then reaches down and picks up his cane, then uses it to fish his fedora out of the water, and once he has it in hand he places it on his head, pats it, then turns to the others and gives a slight bow, as if this sort of thing happened quite often.
OOC Notes
The woman's weathered ruddy face looked upon the broken surface of the water, as the first hero arrived through the endless universe, tossing aside their strange garments in a effort to swim in this surprising moment. His body was handsome, human, so much like many of the inhabitants of her world.
She watched for a moment longer, unable to think of what she should say to the creature as it waited in the shallows, fingering a blade. Perhaps a weapon was its only comfort, but she would strive to become the second, perhaps help this creature understand its destiny. "My freind, I apologize for this." she said, her voice silent and thoughtful, yet natural friendliness came from it, encouraging goodwill.
She watched with mild amusement as the some of the smaller fish around her hair swam closer in curiosity of this creature, knowing somehow, that it was different, otherworldly. She gestured to them with a loving, motherly hand, "Do creatures such as they think in your universe? Or do-" she became quiet nodding slowly as weathered fishing rod rose, making a small swish as it dove unto the multiuniverse again, "Forgive me, you don't care about them, I think. I shall explain everything when the others arrive."
The worn pool bent dangerously, freakishly even, and the woman begun to reel with all of her might, tugging with inhuman strength as the line moved towards the shore, as fish suddenly dashed away from the barely visible figure coming closer at frightening speeds, a dark black shape that moved in a creepy manner upon the water, before the line was let go.
The figure burst out of the water in dark glory, oozing shadow and fear as its powerful eyes demanded obedience. It was frightening, and if the fisherwoman had seen it for the first time, she would have felt fear overcome her. Yet a lifetime of standing in a single spot, no matter what terror neared you, steeled her heart.
The daemon spoke, a simple arrogant line, “The multiverse. You opened it. I came.” his mouth twisting into a grin worthy of the starving wolves and perhaps, some of the boundless creatures that strove to devour. The voice was filled with slight contempt, and raw power.
Her hands reeled in the fishing pole, casting into the endless depths yet again as the woman nodded, bits of hair laying in more odd directions as she did so "Soon you will have purpose as well, but..." she smiled warmly towards the demonic creature, who in all its power could easy destroy her, "I wonder if you will learn something good, in this world?" she rested her hands on the long handle, gripping it for comfort. "I understand the nature of your kind, but in all creatures... there is hope of compassion." she sighed, staring at the stars one last time, "You are about to laugh, I am sure, but laugh as you will, a creature such as you knows that nothing is beyond possibility."
The aged pole bent dangerously again, snapping the woman back into reality as she pulled at the line with the might usually reserved for bears, straining as she yanked yet anouther from the multiverse. Pulling the figure upon the snowy shore. Its skin was tanned, colored, and it looked upon the new land in curiosity, muttering some. Its beautiful feminine face gazing towards the heavens in confusion.
The woman felt sympathetic, as this creature did not seem particularly ready for the strange world around her, despite its humanoid appearance, and she spoke softly, her friendly nature not marred at all by this event, "All will be explained in due time... Then you'll be free to ask anything you so wish, as you are a guest upon this world..."
She cast once more into the depths, watching the tired fish swim upon the waters, maintaining the whirlpool through sheer will, connecting the multiuniverse with their mysterious power. This would be her last cast, for no matter how desperate the world needed hero's, she would not sacrifice it.
Her voice sounded partly pleading as she once again spoke, talking to the tanned woman, "Your hair is lovely... I have forgotten what it feels like to be clean, standing her as I have... I am bound to this spot, until released... Perhaps such a day will come, now that you are here. You are a good woman... Though you may not always think so."
The tattered fishing rod bent once more, as the woman pulled. So much weight, much more than usual, that she thought she was pulling a creature even larger than the daemon, but as the figure broke the surface for a moment, she had to laugh. One of the large purplish fish of the lake had chosen to nibble upon the wolfish looking creature.
"The gentlemen," the light voice rang out with a slight laugh, as he bowed before them, after seemingly talking to the air in a strict tone, "I must apologize for Briv, he seems to always hunger. It seems we both have unruly friends at times, but one could never ask for a truer companions. I hope," the woman lifted her heavy face one more glance at the stars as if looking towards them for guidance, "that those of Mir remember that."
"That is the name of this world, my world. As you can tell I have taken you away from where you are, but it was out of desperation..." the woman looked upon the water, bending down and touching it as the ripples formed eerily, shifting into confusing patterns as the water shifted in a single spot... "Look..."
She watched for a moment longer, unable to think of what she should say to the creature as it waited in the shallows, fingering a blade. Perhaps a weapon was its only comfort, but she would strive to become the second, perhaps help this creature understand its destiny. "My freind, I apologize for this." she said, her voice silent and thoughtful, yet natural friendliness came from it, encouraging goodwill.
She watched with mild amusement as the some of the smaller fish around her hair swam closer in curiosity of this creature, knowing somehow, that it was different, otherworldly. She gestured to them with a loving, motherly hand, "Do creatures such as they think in your universe? Or do-" she became quiet nodding slowly as weathered fishing rod rose, making a small swish as it dove unto the multiuniverse again, "Forgive me, you don't care about them, I think. I shall explain everything when the others arrive."
The worn pool bent dangerously, freakishly even, and the woman begun to reel with all of her might, tugging with inhuman strength as the line moved towards the shore, as fish suddenly dashed away from the barely visible figure coming closer at frightening speeds, a dark black shape that moved in a creepy manner upon the water, before the line was let go.
The figure burst out of the water in dark glory, oozing shadow and fear as its powerful eyes demanded obedience. It was frightening, and if the fisherwoman had seen it for the first time, she would have felt fear overcome her. Yet a lifetime of standing in a single spot, no matter what terror neared you, steeled her heart.
The daemon spoke, a simple arrogant line, “The multiverse. You opened it. I came.” his mouth twisting into a grin worthy of the starving wolves and perhaps, some of the boundless creatures that strove to devour. The voice was filled with slight contempt, and raw power.
Her hands reeled in the fishing pole, casting into the endless depths yet again as the woman nodded, bits of hair laying in more odd directions as she did so "Soon you will have purpose as well, but..." she smiled warmly towards the demonic creature, who in all its power could easy destroy her, "I wonder if you will learn something good, in this world?" she rested her hands on the long handle, gripping it for comfort. "I understand the nature of your kind, but in all creatures... there is hope of compassion." she sighed, staring at the stars one last time, "You are about to laugh, I am sure, but laugh as you will, a creature such as you knows that nothing is beyond possibility."
The aged pole bent dangerously again, snapping the woman back into reality as she pulled at the line with the might usually reserved for bears, straining as she yanked yet anouther from the multiverse. Pulling the figure upon the snowy shore. Its skin was tanned, colored, and it looked upon the new land in curiosity, muttering some. Its beautiful feminine face gazing towards the heavens in confusion.
The woman felt sympathetic, as this creature did not seem particularly ready for the strange world around her, despite its humanoid appearance, and she spoke softly, her friendly nature not marred at all by this event, "All will be explained in due time... Then you'll be free to ask anything you so wish, as you are a guest upon this world..."
She cast once more into the depths, watching the tired fish swim upon the waters, maintaining the whirlpool through sheer will, connecting the multiuniverse with their mysterious power. This would be her last cast, for no matter how desperate the world needed hero's, she would not sacrifice it.
Her voice sounded partly pleading as she once again spoke, talking to the tanned woman, "Your hair is lovely... I have forgotten what it feels like to be clean, standing her as I have... I am bound to this spot, until released... Perhaps such a day will come, now that you are here. You are a good woman... Though you may not always think so."
The tattered fishing rod bent once more, as the woman pulled. So much weight, much more than usual, that she thought she was pulling a creature even larger than the daemon, but as the figure broke the surface for a moment, she had to laugh. One of the large purplish fish of the lake had chosen to nibble upon the wolfish looking creature.
"The gentlemen," the light voice rang out with a slight laugh, as he bowed before them, after seemingly talking to the air in a strict tone, "I must apologize for Briv, he seems to always hunger. It seems we both have unruly friends at times, but one could never ask for a truer companions. I hope," the woman lifted her heavy face one more glance at the stars as if looking towards them for guidance, "that those of Mir remember that."
"That is the name of this world, my world. As you can tell I have taken you away from where you are, but it was out of desperation..." the woman looked upon the water, bending down and touching it as the ripples formed eerily, shifting into confusing patterns as the water shifted in a single spot... "Look..."
OOC Notes
Listening to the woman a cruel inhuman grin spread slowly across his lips. The chiseled handsome face a shrouded and twisted masque, a mockery of human emotion, yet the chuckle that escaped rang of sincerity. “Woman I have seen sights that defy explanation. Witnessed events that have left even I in awe. There is much in the multiverse, hope, life, desire...and yes even we daemon's may cry.” The shroud of inky black swelled and billowed, rising slowly in an ever increasing cloud. Reaching forth, blanketing out the sources of light around the tall figure, his eyes blazed wickedly in the gloom.
The wolfish grin expanded again, revealing the dazzling sharp teeth as Bannruod sniffed the air, the taste of decay filled his nostrils. Turning slightly his gaze swept across those others whom had been fished from the vast deeps of the multiverse. “I take it woman you have cast your line of hope wide, seeking perhaps these little mortals whom you can pin those possibilities upon?”
Exhaling a grayish cloud of fetid breath the elder daemon rose on a pillar of transparent, murky gloom so that his full form was above the swirling waters of fate. With a slight wave of his hand the pillar expanded in length and width until it formed a bridge from him to the shore. With sure, arrogant strides the daemon moved with the grace of a large cat across the shadowed planks and stepped on to the muddied shore. His iron shod feet sunk an inch in the slop with a disgusting squishiness.
He was of course curious, for the caster of fate was indeed a powerful entity, one who held within her grasp the ability to open wide the multiverse, yet for all her power there lay a weakness, a frailty that resonated within him. A weakness that she was not adverse to hiding, a weakness she was well aware of and yet was not afraid to display it. A trace of hope lingered upon her form, a trace of desire, a trace of longing. Perhaps a deal would be made here in the world of paradoxes. His glowing eyes landed on man who bowed before the lady, his smile flickered slightly as he felt the honor within the man. Honor like all things is fleeting. Though his clothing odd, the impression given is of a man of power, authority, of someone who commanded respect.
A slight flicker and glowing shrouded eyes sized up the second male, another one that seemed to exude an aura of command. Yet this one felt different, allowing his daemon senses to extend out, to reach forth savoring the image held before him. Bannruod's face broke into a devilish grin. This one, this male was fearful. The pheromones trickling of his body, a mixture of fear and uncertainty. For all the fear it would soon be suppressed by his instincts, of this the daemon was sure. Inhaling deeply a moment before casting his eyes towards the female.
Exhaling a swirling miasma of darkness the daemon focused his attention on the rather attractive female. Cocking his head slightly Bannruod peered at the woman, his eyes narrowing a moment. She was strong, in both will and body. Of all three, and each was a warrior of some nature, this one, this female held a hint of the dangerous.
“I see you have summoned these to you...curious. Warriors of one nature or another. All from worlds where life has an ending, a finite limit...” The words trailed off, seemingly devoured by the gloom that swirled and danced around the daemon. Focusing again on the fisher woman, Bannruod bowed slightly, his words seemed to thunder from the cloud of darkness, “I am listening...”
The wolfish grin expanded again, revealing the dazzling sharp teeth as Bannruod sniffed the air, the taste of decay filled his nostrils. Turning slightly his gaze swept across those others whom had been fished from the vast deeps of the multiverse. “I take it woman you have cast your line of hope wide, seeking perhaps these little mortals whom you can pin those possibilities upon?”
Exhaling a grayish cloud of fetid breath the elder daemon rose on a pillar of transparent, murky gloom so that his full form was above the swirling waters of fate. With a slight wave of his hand the pillar expanded in length and width until it formed a bridge from him to the shore. With sure, arrogant strides the daemon moved with the grace of a large cat across the shadowed planks and stepped on to the muddied shore. His iron shod feet sunk an inch in the slop with a disgusting squishiness.
He was of course curious, for the caster of fate was indeed a powerful entity, one who held within her grasp the ability to open wide the multiverse, yet for all her power there lay a weakness, a frailty that resonated within him. A weakness that she was not adverse to hiding, a weakness she was well aware of and yet was not afraid to display it. A trace of hope lingered upon her form, a trace of desire, a trace of longing. Perhaps a deal would be made here in the world of paradoxes. His glowing eyes landed on man who bowed before the lady, his smile flickered slightly as he felt the honor within the man. Honor like all things is fleeting. Though his clothing odd, the impression given is of a man of power, authority, of someone who commanded respect.
A slight flicker and glowing shrouded eyes sized up the second male, another one that seemed to exude an aura of command. Yet this one felt different, allowing his daemon senses to extend out, to reach forth savoring the image held before him. Bannruod's face broke into a devilish grin. This one, this male was fearful. The pheromones trickling of his body, a mixture of fear and uncertainty. For all the fear it would soon be suppressed by his instincts, of this the daemon was sure. Inhaling deeply a moment before casting his eyes towards the female.
Exhaling a swirling miasma of darkness the daemon focused his attention on the rather attractive female. Cocking his head slightly Bannruod peered at the woman, his eyes narrowing a moment. She was strong, in both will and body. Of all three, and each was a warrior of some nature, this one, this female held a hint of the dangerous.
“I see you have summoned these to you...curious. Warriors of one nature or another. All from worlds where life has an ending, a finite limit...” The words trailed off, seemingly devoured by the gloom that swirled and danced around the daemon. Focusing again on the fisher woman, Bannruod bowed slightly, his words seemed to thunder from the cloud of darkness, “I am listening...”
OOC Notes
Melissa's attention was snapped back into focus when she heard someone speak. A woman stood up to her waist in water holding a ratty fishing pole whose line appeared to be trailing into the center of the whirlpool. The woman's calm demeanor and encouraging words, obviously directed at her, disarmed her from launching into an attack run. Melissa watched the fisherwoman play her line, battling some sort of fish - possibly a sturgeon or a salmon. However, much to Melissa's surprise, the woman brought up a man - a well dressed, gentleman with grey hair in clothing that looked like they could have come from some past era like her grandparents' era. Melissa watched the man stagger to shore, a large fish chewing on what appeared to be a scarf of the same color as the man's hair sticking out from the seat of the man's pants like some sort of tail. He seemed harmless enough, though, just disoriented, and more preoccupied with both the fish on his scarf and with a pocket watch in his hand. Melissa glanced around to see if she could spot anything else. The first being she saw caused her to jump in fright. A column of smoke hovered over the water. Within this cloud, a humanoid creature loomed, looking at the same time like a man, and yet, not like a man. A mixture of curiousity and fear came over Melissa. At once, she feared this nightmarish thing, yet she was curious to know what exactly it was. After all, it looked almost too frightening and fantastic to be real. The last person she saw was a young man clutching a dagger. Fortunately, he only appeared to be in a defensive posture.
Melissa listened as the fisherwoman started babbling something about "summoning companions", and the creature in the cloud spoke something about "multiverses"
"Whoa, slow down!" Melissa said. "What exactly is going on here? Who are you people? Where the fuck am I?" Melissa evaluated her potential threats. The cloud guy looked formitable. Melissa would need her pistol for him. The fisherwoman could be taken out with the coat hanger and Melissa's fists. Same with the old man with the scarf down his pants. The young man with the dagger would also call for the pistol, as he looked like he knew how to use that knife of his, and Melissa didn't feel like taking the time to fight hand-to-hand with him. "I really hope all this is just some wierd dream brought on by a blunt-force blow to the head."
Melissa listened as the fisherwoman started babbling something about "summoning companions", and the creature in the cloud spoke something about "multiverses"
"Whoa, slow down!" Melissa said. "What exactly is going on here? Who are you people? Where the fuck am I?" Melissa evaluated her potential threats. The cloud guy looked formitable. Melissa would need her pistol for him. The fisherwoman could be taken out with the coat hanger and Melissa's fists. Same with the old man with the scarf down his pants. The young man with the dagger would also call for the pistol, as he looked like he knew how to use that knife of his, and Melissa didn't feel like taking the time to fight hand-to-hand with him. "I really hope all this is just some wierd dream brought on by a blunt-force blow to the head."
OOC Notes
"Fear of death and having a purpose in our lives is all that keep mortal beings going." Silvio says, before lifting his tail and shaking it violently, causing droplets of water to scatter around him, the ones returning to the water creating a myriad of ripples, those landing on the shore making small holes within the snow. Once his tail was dry it looks larger, slightly fluffier than it usually did due to the cold of this new place. With sure, confident steps he makes his way closer to the dark figure and the fisherlady, though keeping a little distance between them. although he did not fear all of these happenings as the others might, that was not a reason to let his guard down either, and he was sure to keep a firm grip on his cane. Oddly enough, it seemed Sebastian had listened to him this time, and was remaining silent within the confines of his vest pocket.
Now that he was closer he looked the dark one over. He was tall, powerful, with a darkness about him like a poison, which Silvio was sure many people had given their soul up to over countless lifetimes. In his life he couldn't recall seeing a humanoid creature with such a power about him, or such seething darkness, but he knew instinctively he was of the demon kin. Similar to those small, dark creatures of his own world which scramble through the darkness, taking life energy and giving back hellish nightmares. "A demon I see," Silvio says finally, stil looking him over, eyes dull as if with no interest, calm a calm mask. "No...something older, something stronger. No matter."
Then his eyes happened upon the girl. She was obviously scared, with a foul mouth, and actually looked the most out of place in this world. "Miss, please, be aware of your language. There is a lady present." Silvio says, his words a bit harsh, as he looked her over with the same apraising eyes. "And I assure you, if this is a dream, it will be one of the longest, most dangerous one you've ever dreampt, and you may never actually wake from it..." He supposed this one might seem very attractive to anyone else, but not to a man with a broken heart and eyes set on the impossible. She was, pretty, he'd saw, but his eyes were easily drawn away. Under his hat his ears twitch, causing it to shift a little on his head.
Finally he set his eyes on the last of the oddities of this land. He thought of them as such because they didn't belong in this world. Maybe that was one of the reasons this all felt so natural, because he didn't even belong in his own world, having supposed to be exicuted years ago. "You there, but your knife away and get out of the chiily depths!" Silvio calls over to the man. "I believe that dagger will serve you better against others, as we are friends, gathering around an oracle and about to hear what fate has presented us with today!"
Now that he was closer he looked the dark one over. He was tall, powerful, with a darkness about him like a poison, which Silvio was sure many people had given their soul up to over countless lifetimes. In his life he couldn't recall seeing a humanoid creature with such a power about him, or such seething darkness, but he knew instinctively he was of the demon kin. Similar to those small, dark creatures of his own world which scramble through the darkness, taking life energy and giving back hellish nightmares. "A demon I see," Silvio says finally, stil looking him over, eyes dull as if with no interest, calm a calm mask. "No...something older, something stronger. No matter."
Then his eyes happened upon the girl. She was obviously scared, with a foul mouth, and actually looked the most out of place in this world. "Miss, please, be aware of your language. There is a lady present." Silvio says, his words a bit harsh, as he looked her over with the same apraising eyes. "And I assure you, if this is a dream, it will be one of the longest, most dangerous one you've ever dreampt, and you may never actually wake from it..." He supposed this one might seem very attractive to anyone else, but not to a man with a broken heart and eyes set on the impossible. She was, pretty, he'd saw, but his eyes were easily drawn away. Under his hat his ears twitch, causing it to shift a little on his head.
Finally he set his eyes on the last of the oddities of this land. He thought of them as such because they didn't belong in this world. Maybe that was one of the reasons this all felt so natural, because he didn't even belong in his own world, having supposed to be exicuted years ago. "You there, but your knife away and get out of the chiily depths!" Silvio calls over to the man. "I believe that dagger will serve you better against others, as we are friends, gathering around an oracle and about to hear what fate has presented us with today!"
OOC Notes
Mason, still clutching his soggy shirt and dagger, suddenly realized that he wasn't alone. No, there was a woman, with freakishly long hair, standing gently nearby, her fishing pole cast out into the deep waters. He realized, from her gentle words, that he wasn't to fear her, as she was there to help him. But what 'others' did she speak of?
Just as he thought it, the woman used some unknown strength to pull a strange creature out of the depths. A daemon. Mason stared at the thing in awe and terror, trying to quell his heart... he had seen demons of all sorts. Seen and loathed. But this one? There was something frankly loathsome in its entire bearing. Mason instantly felt himself tense up, turning his body and weapon toward the daemon, even though he knew that any effort to defend himself from this particular being was mostly futile.
In the mean time, while Mason had been preoccupied with staring at the daemon in fear and admiration and hatred... others had been brought into this place called 'Mir'. A beautiful woman who had the tongue of a tiger. He flashed his eyebrows in admiration of her candid use of language, that of which he was highly familiar with hearing. And then another creature... a man with a tail! Mason glanced at this one in disdain; while he could tolerate people of multiple bloods, there was something... unnatural about their differences from all-natural humans.
But, then again, there was something unnatural about this entire existence in Mir. Something eerie, like he was suffocating.
Then the half-human told him to put away his knife, and so he lowered in uncertainly. "Wait, you mean that you're not my enemies?" The look on his face, while substantially suspicious, had vibes of naivety in it. Though he did stand up, partially because the water was cold.
Just as he thought it, the woman used some unknown strength to pull a strange creature out of the depths. A daemon. Mason stared at the thing in awe and terror, trying to quell his heart... he had seen demons of all sorts. Seen and loathed. But this one? There was something frankly loathsome in its entire bearing. Mason instantly felt himself tense up, turning his body and weapon toward the daemon, even though he knew that any effort to defend himself from this particular being was mostly futile.
In the mean time, while Mason had been preoccupied with staring at the daemon in fear and admiration and hatred... others had been brought into this place called 'Mir'. A beautiful woman who had the tongue of a tiger. He flashed his eyebrows in admiration of her candid use of language, that of which he was highly familiar with hearing. And then another creature... a man with a tail! Mason glanced at this one in disdain; while he could tolerate people of multiple bloods, there was something... unnatural about their differences from all-natural humans.
But, then again, there was something unnatural about this entire existence in Mir. Something eerie, like he was suffocating.
Then the half-human told him to put away his knife, and so he lowered in uncertainly. "Wait, you mean that you're not my enemies?" The look on his face, while substantially suspicious, had vibes of naivety in it. Though he did stand up, partially because the water was cold.
OOC Notes
The Fisherwoman's heavy set features twisted into a wide, friendly smile as all spoke to her, and none had made a hostile move, which was a good sign she had done well selecting these champions. All had power, but at least there was reason within that power. The multiverse was capable of insanity and lack of explanation as well, and she was glad she had not caught something of a crazed state.
She couldn't help but to laugh in joy, in hope, a bit, before answering the young man's question as he looked confused, her voice filled with amusement and clear friendliness. "No, I think they will not harm you, freind, but I will definitely not, for you see..." she made as if to move from her spot, but sighed, unable to budge the slightest, "I am forever bound here, as I have said once before."
She reached into her pocket, throwing a few bites of worm from her grubby hands into the water, watching with delight as the young ones nibbled at this feast, "As to your questions, young Lady, you are those destined to save Mir, the world in which you have found yourselves." she looked upwards towards the gleaming stars, watching four distinct lights shoot across the sky, and she pointed, "Mason, Melissa, Silvio, and Bannruod, it was those stars who told me of my purpose, that I would call you upon this day to free this world..." she sighed, looking in the water at her tattered reflection, the rain coat flickering off colored from the dozens of fish swimming so close to the surface, that she reached down and stroked one with her hand, continueing as she did. "My world is frozen forever in suffering... we cannot grow, living on forever in a endless stream. We are tired of being cursed, we wish to change and break free of our bonds." she went quiet now staring off into the stars as red light flashed, and exploded in a tiny light, dying in this last moment.
"My freinds, I beg of you, go to Castle Masquerade, fortress of the binder known as "Tango", and help this world... See it, understand it, and destroy it." she looked up with one last smile, "That was my star, the one who no longer exists, and yet... I have no regrets, for I have seen the universe after universe unfold, each life being extinguished, only to be reborn by a new destiny." her ruddy, tanned face was filled with silvery tears now, dripping down her slender form and splashing in the water, small sniffles emitting. "Give this world that chance..." the voice pleaded, filled with hope that could only come from those with nothing left.
A loud twang sounded in the dark, and one long, evil looking arrow plunged mercilessly through the rain coat, splatters of red droplets forming around the wound the woman remained standing, clearly dead, yet unable to move from her spot, forever cursed, or perhaps endlessly blessed, to watch over the multiverse....
She couldn't help but to laugh in joy, in hope, a bit, before answering the young man's question as he looked confused, her voice filled with amusement and clear friendliness. "No, I think they will not harm you, freind, but I will definitely not, for you see..." she made as if to move from her spot, but sighed, unable to budge the slightest, "I am forever bound here, as I have said once before."
She reached into her pocket, throwing a few bites of worm from her grubby hands into the water, watching with delight as the young ones nibbled at this feast, "As to your questions, young Lady, you are those destined to save Mir, the world in which you have found yourselves." she looked upwards towards the gleaming stars, watching four distinct lights shoot across the sky, and she pointed, "Mason, Melissa, Silvio, and Bannruod, it was those stars who told me of my purpose, that I would call you upon this day to free this world..." she sighed, looking in the water at her tattered reflection, the rain coat flickering off colored from the dozens of fish swimming so close to the surface, that she reached down and stroked one with her hand, continueing as she did. "My world is frozen forever in suffering... we cannot grow, living on forever in a endless stream. We are tired of being cursed, we wish to change and break free of our bonds." she went quiet now staring off into the stars as red light flashed, and exploded in a tiny light, dying in this last moment.
"My freinds, I beg of you, go to Castle Masquerade, fortress of the binder known as "Tango", and help this world... See it, understand it, and destroy it." she looked up with one last smile, "That was my star, the one who no longer exists, and yet... I have no regrets, for I have seen the universe after universe unfold, each life being extinguished, only to be reborn by a new destiny." her ruddy, tanned face was filled with silvery tears now, dripping down her slender form and splashing in the water, small sniffles emitting. "Give this world that chance..." the voice pleaded, filled with hope that could only come from those with nothing left.
A loud twang sounded in the dark, and one long, evil looking arrow plunged mercilessly through the rain coat, splatters of red droplets forming around the wound the woman remained standing, clearly dead, yet unable to move from her spot, forever cursed, or perhaps endlessly blessed, to watch over the multiverse....
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Melissa was just about to write this whole incident off as a severe blow to the head when the arrow pierced the woman in the water. She wasn't quite sure she understood what was going on - something about a world frozen in time where nothing could change or die, and being charged with destroying it. She would have liked to ask more when the arrow hit. It startled Melissa and she instinctively dropped into a combat posse. In her right hand, she readied her coat hanger. It wasn't the best weapon, but Melissa could use it to poke someone's eye or at least distract them with the clump of soap and hair on the end. her left hand hung unsteadily over her waist. She was ready to reach for her gun, but on the other hand, she was ready to flick out one of her knives and use that instead. She faced the direction the arrow came in to meet the threat, but at the same time, her awareness stretched in a full 360 degree range around her, ready to redirect her attention should an enemy try to encircle her. Melissa tried to look into the darkness beyond the woman in the water, but found it difficult to do so - not so much because of the light, but because here in front of her was a woman who for all intents and purposes looked dead, but did not fall. Was this the freeze she spoke of? It unnerved Melissa. I knew I shouldn't have had those mushrooms last night. I told Mom they looked bad, but did she listen to me? No! Now I'm starting to freak out.
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The woman spoke, her voice a melody of pain and suffering, hope and ultimately one that was cut short in a single stroke. The arrow impacted the old woman exploding a plume of arterial spray that splattered the odd coat she wore. Her voice once so full of hope had trailed to nothing, had vanished, taken away, the suffering that it contained no longer a fount for the elder daemon to drink from.
Allowing the vast darkness to sweep away from his form, rushing away as if driven by some hellish winds. The inky black streamed out and up filling the area in a veil of twilight, as if a gloomy fog had descended upon them. Drawing information from the dark, Bannruod chuckled, his eyes gleamed eerily in the smokey cloud. The slobbering disgusting creature that his senses encounter seemed to hold a twinge of arrogance, a self-importance that permeated its form.
A snarl escaped the lips of the elder daemon, “You...you dare interfere with me while a deal is in the process of being made?” His voice a low growl, amplified and surrounded by a strange buzzing and crackling. Out of the gloom shambled the being that Bannruod was speaking to, a small pack of snarling, snapping beasts accompany it. The morbidly obese creature lumbered forward, the vast maw on it's stomach spewing saliva, the teeth dulled and yellow. The Devour stopped a moment as it assessed the situation. Before it stood the dead Fisher Woman and some others, one of which was speaking to it, the voice a strange array of sounds, hissing and cracklings that were warping and driving into the small mind of the Devour. The words hammered the consciousness, echoing and reverberating, every second the sounds increased, the buzzing and hissing becoming more intense. Flooding into the neural synapses eating away at the creatures mind, slowly removing its ability to think even instinctively.
Reacting to the immense torment in it's skull the Devour dropped to a knee, the flabby flesh quivered and roiled from the impact. It's stubby hand gripping the leash splayed open, loosening its hunting pack of misshapen beasties. The howling and yelping creatures splashing through the water in loping strides, their legs propelling them at the five warriors. The fiendish glowers on their countenance perhaps frightening, to any not accustomed to similar horrors. The Devour clutched at its head, the pain within caused it to begin to slash and rip at its own flesh, to alleviate the sounds that were shutting down its ability to think.
Allowing the vast darkness to sweep away from his form, rushing away as if driven by some hellish winds. The inky black streamed out and up filling the area in a veil of twilight, as if a gloomy fog had descended upon them. Drawing information from the dark, Bannruod chuckled, his eyes gleamed eerily in the smokey cloud. The slobbering disgusting creature that his senses encounter seemed to hold a twinge of arrogance, a self-importance that permeated its form.
A snarl escaped the lips of the elder daemon, “You...you dare interfere with me while a deal is in the process of being made?” His voice a low growl, amplified and surrounded by a strange buzzing and crackling. Out of the gloom shambled the being that Bannruod was speaking to, a small pack of snarling, snapping beasts accompany it. The morbidly obese creature lumbered forward, the vast maw on it's stomach spewing saliva, the teeth dulled and yellow. The Devour stopped a moment as it assessed the situation. Before it stood the dead Fisher Woman and some others, one of which was speaking to it, the voice a strange array of sounds, hissing and cracklings that were warping and driving into the small mind of the Devour. The words hammered the consciousness, echoing and reverberating, every second the sounds increased, the buzzing and hissing becoming more intense. Flooding into the neural synapses eating away at the creatures mind, slowly removing its ability to think even instinctively.
Reacting to the immense torment in it's skull the Devour dropped to a knee, the flabby flesh quivered and roiled from the impact. It's stubby hand gripping the leash splayed open, loosening its hunting pack of misshapen beasties. The howling and yelping creatures splashing through the water in loping strides, their legs propelling them at the five warriors. The fiendish glowers on their countenance perhaps frightening, to any not accustomed to similar horrors. The Devour clutched at its head, the pain within caused it to begin to slash and rip at its own flesh, to alleviate the sounds that were shutting down its ability to think.
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As the woman spoke, Silvio listened quietly, hands resting, one over the other, on the handle of his cane, set before him. He leaned on it slightly, until her words ended for the last time. When the arrow struck her, driven through her, the head pointed towards his chest, and the blood sprayed out onto his chest, right where Sebastian was. "Is she dead?" a muffled voice asked from within Silvio's clothing. "I smell blood..." Slowly, calmly, almost too calmly, Silvio reached into his vest and withdrew the speaking watch with his left hand, then with a flick of the wrist opened and turned Sebastian all at once to view the sad sight. "Aye, she's dead after all. Damn, prro thing. Now, what are those things growlin' from the darkness dogboy?"
"I am not a dog, I am a wolf..." Silvio says, annoyed, as he closes the watch and flicks his wrist once again. This time the pocket watch began to grow larger, taking on the dimentions of a shield, the chain wrapping around it's master's arm to secure it in place, while Sebastian's face appeared on the back of the shield, giving the watch a chance to look the others over. "This woman, whoever she may have been, was kind. There was no reason for her life to end because of ours." Hlding up his cane in his left hand he flicks that wrist, and the cane begins to grow and to change, the shaft lenthening, flattening, and widening into a blade, the handle warping and growing to become the hilt. "I will allow no one to suffer because of my existance...nor allow anyone to kill another because of me."
With that he dove into the frey of Starved. With his wolven eyes he could see very clearly in the dark fog created by the daemon, who was now behind him. These creatures were small, fast, and deadly, but Silvio fought with stoic mask on his face, each swing of his sword meeting expertly with it's intended target. Arms, heads, legs, fell all around him.
Suddenly his ear twitched, and instintivly he raised up Sebastian to block an incoming arrow. The wooden shaft snapped against the shield, and Sebastian called out a rather nasty curse. "Damnit all Silvio! I shoulda never told ya how to fix me!" Sebastian calls out, glaring daggers at his master. "I wish ya woulda left me back at the castle with ta princess!" The shield continued to speak, even though Silvio, ignoring his words, was now using it to drive back the Starving. Their numbers continued to grow, and more arrows were begining to rain down on the group.
"I am not a dog, I am a wolf..." Silvio says, annoyed, as he closes the watch and flicks his wrist once again. This time the pocket watch began to grow larger, taking on the dimentions of a shield, the chain wrapping around it's master's arm to secure it in place, while Sebastian's face appeared on the back of the shield, giving the watch a chance to look the others over. "This woman, whoever she may have been, was kind. There was no reason for her life to end because of ours." Hlding up his cane in his left hand he flicks that wrist, and the cane begins to grow and to change, the shaft lenthening, flattening, and widening into a blade, the handle warping and growing to become the hilt. "I will allow no one to suffer because of my existance...nor allow anyone to kill another because of me."
With that he dove into the frey of Starved. With his wolven eyes he could see very clearly in the dark fog created by the daemon, who was now behind him. These creatures were small, fast, and deadly, but Silvio fought with stoic mask on his face, each swing of his sword meeting expertly with it's intended target. Arms, heads, legs, fell all around him.
Suddenly his ear twitched, and instintivly he raised up Sebastian to block an incoming arrow. The wooden shaft snapped against the shield, and Sebastian called out a rather nasty curse. "Damnit all Silvio! I shoulda never told ya how to fix me!" Sebastian calls out, glaring daggers at his master. "I wish ya woulda left me back at the castle with ta princess!" The shield continued to speak, even though Silvio, ignoring his words, was now using it to drive back the Starving. Their numbers continued to grow, and more arrows were begining to rain down on the group.
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Tango? Castle of Masquerade? Mason stared at confusion at the lady. He made eye contact with her just as the arrow pierced her flesh; he shivered as he watched the light leave her eyes.
Mason was frozen in place, still confused, until he realized that the enemy was still present. Whoever had killed the fisherwoman was after his companions, along with him. Turning, he saw a Devour and said aloud, "Holy frelling shit, a giant?" He didn't even notice the smaller foes, as the larger enemy had attracted most of his vision. His mouth ajar, he drew the sword.
It was a simple sword, made roughly and hastily by someone who had more important uses for his time. While craftsmanship made the weapon inherently weak, however, the blade of this sword had been honed to the width of paper, capable of slicing through a hair laid gently across it. Gritting his teeth, he prepared for the onslaught of...
...little people? Laughing, Mason relaxed his grip a bit. The little demonlings, while terrifying in their own way, posed no threat to him, a renowned swordsman from Anduil! He could destroy these things, no matter how many of them there were. "Come on now, stupid ones!" he hollered, prepared to attack anything that moved.
But before he could, he felt a blinding pain on his thigh and looked behind him stupidly to see a bloody arrow in the water. That was his flesh. There was a bit of freshly torn skin stuck to the shaft, and it matched the missing flesh from the outside of his leg. Grimacing in pain, Mason shifted his weight to the other leg, frowning. He ignored any funny looks his companions might give him for his folly and focused on the attack.
It seemed that the daemon was taking care of the oversized sumo wrestler, so Mason focused on the little creatures that had just injured him with their arrow. Blessed silence filled the air, except for the battle noises of growls and squeals. Mason, though limping, marched forward, swinging his weapon left and right, slaying anything that got in his way.
Mason was frozen in place, still confused, until he realized that the enemy was still present. Whoever had killed the fisherwoman was after his companions, along with him. Turning, he saw a Devour and said aloud, "Holy frelling shit, a giant?" He didn't even notice the smaller foes, as the larger enemy had attracted most of his vision. His mouth ajar, he drew the sword.
It was a simple sword, made roughly and hastily by someone who had more important uses for his time. While craftsmanship made the weapon inherently weak, however, the blade of this sword had been honed to the width of paper, capable of slicing through a hair laid gently across it. Gritting his teeth, he prepared for the onslaught of...
...little people? Laughing, Mason relaxed his grip a bit. The little demonlings, while terrifying in their own way, posed no threat to him, a renowned swordsman from Anduil! He could destroy these things, no matter how many of them there were. "Come on now, stupid ones!" he hollered, prepared to attack anything that moved.
But before he could, he felt a blinding pain on his thigh and looked behind him stupidly to see a bloody arrow in the water. That was his flesh. There was a bit of freshly torn skin stuck to the shaft, and it matched the missing flesh from the outside of his leg. Grimacing in pain, Mason shifted his weight to the other leg, frowning. He ignored any funny looks his companions might give him for his folly and focused on the attack.
It seemed that the daemon was taking care of the oversized sumo wrestler, so Mason focused on the little creatures that had just injured him with their arrow. Blessed silence filled the air, except for the battle noises of growls and squeals. Mason, though limping, marched forward, swinging his weapon left and right, slaying anything that got in his way.
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A horde of demonic creatures, looking like the stuff of nightmares rushed at Melissa. There were too many for her to shoot without wasting bullets. Instead, Melissa flicked her wrist and caught the switchblade which fell out of her sleeve. She pressed the button to release the blade.
"Isabella!" she shouted, invoking the Goddess of War. She lunged at the nearest monster and poked it in the eye with the coat hanger. As it reeled back in surprise, Melissa stabbed it with her knife. She whirled around and punched another creature, kicked yet another with her steel toed boot, stabbed a third, and drew a much larger, hunting knife from a scabbard tucked against her leg and hidden beneath her skirts. She whirled around and slashed the throat of another creature. All the while, she looked around for a more formitable weapon to use. Her knives and were effective, and these creatures seemed to break easily beneath her blows, but there were too many. She needed something more efficient that could kill them faster. In the meantime, she continued with her dance of death, kicking, punching, stomping, slashing, and stabbing anything that got near her. She tried to keep the dirty old man, the cloud thing, and the boy - now brandishing a sword - all in her sights. Black fluid - blood - splattered on her garments. Melissa was so focused on fighting and keeping some sort of formation with the other strangers, she did not notice if she took any injuries. She was more concerned with avoiding killing blows and mortal wounds than worrying about smaller wounds.
"Isabella!" she shouted, invoking the Goddess of War. She lunged at the nearest monster and poked it in the eye with the coat hanger. As it reeled back in surprise, Melissa stabbed it with her knife. She whirled around and punched another creature, kicked yet another with her steel toed boot, stabbed a third, and drew a much larger, hunting knife from a scabbard tucked against her leg and hidden beneath her skirts. She whirled around and slashed the throat of another creature. All the while, she looked around for a more formitable weapon to use. Her knives and were effective, and these creatures seemed to break easily beneath her blows, but there were too many. She needed something more efficient that could kill them faster. In the meantime, she continued with her dance of death, kicking, punching, stomping, slashing, and stabbing anything that got near her. She tried to keep the dirty old man, the cloud thing, and the boy - now brandishing a sword - all in her sights. Black fluid - blood - splattered on her garments. Melissa was so focused on fighting and keeping some sort of formation with the other strangers, she did not notice if she took any injuries. She was more concerned with avoiding killing blows and mortal wounds than worrying about smaller wounds.
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A cruel laughter exploded from the elder daemon as he watched the others spring into battle, swords drawn, slashing and stabbing at the on rushing beasties. Exhaling forcefully a great cloud of smokey miasma issued from his mouth and nose swirling around him in a chaotic jumble. “Oh. You young flesh creatures, your wills and desires to live are strong, I can feel your souls pulse in the ether. The spark which fuels you, so enticing so fresh.” Stepping away from the body of the Fisher Woman, Bannruod unsheathed the deamon blade Death Kiss.
As he did so a maddening wail erupted, filling the air with a howl of anger and pain. A blood curdling scream that came from the abyssal depths of the hells. The wicked blade glowing angrily as it rend the very air before it, issuing forth a hellish wind, a swirling cacophony of fear and hunger. Feeling the presence of a yapping little creature rush for him, dropping to a knee, sending a plume of murky water skyward the daemon stabbed forward with the blade, impaling the creature between the third and fourth ribs. Exploding through the chest in an arterial spray, as the blade struck home a shudder ran through the daemon.
Eyes wide he laughed manically as the beast twitched and struggled to escape the black blade, rising to his feet, he felt a surge of energy course through the demonic sword. Slowly at first, a mere trickle then a flood of soul stuff crashed into the daemon, swirling around him, a silvery-white nimbus that was devoured by the inky black that surrounded Bannruod. As the darkness swarmed over the creature a mewling echoed around them, slowly dissipating until only the worn husk of the Starved. With a flick of his wrist the beast flew across the swamp and splashed with a hollow sound on the brackish waters.
Tasting the corrupt soul, it ignited a frenzy in the elder daemon. The billowing black cloud rising ominously behind him as he whirled and faced another of the large pulpy creatures called Devour surging through the water towards him. A snarl escaped his lips, as he focused on the immense, blubbery beast. “Yessss...come and offer your pathetic existence to me. Come and be my sustenance.” With that the daemon rushed forward and met the down ward blow of the horrific creature, stepping inside the guard and spinning allowing the great blade to angle down and across the thick pustular thigh. Ripping open the flesh with a sickening sound, exposing the bone. A howl of pain rose from all five mouths as the beast slumped to the ground, the leg giving way to the strength of the blow. In the mind of the Devour it realized it was dead, the sword was beginning to feed on it's damned soul.
Above the battle field a swirling cloud of inky black rushed out as a great umbrella devouring all sources of light, coating the area in a wall of suffocating dark.
As he did so a maddening wail erupted, filling the air with a howl of anger and pain. A blood curdling scream that came from the abyssal depths of the hells. The wicked blade glowing angrily as it rend the very air before it, issuing forth a hellish wind, a swirling cacophony of fear and hunger. Feeling the presence of a yapping little creature rush for him, dropping to a knee, sending a plume of murky water skyward the daemon stabbed forward with the blade, impaling the creature between the third and fourth ribs. Exploding through the chest in an arterial spray, as the blade struck home a shudder ran through the daemon.
Eyes wide he laughed manically as the beast twitched and struggled to escape the black blade, rising to his feet, he felt a surge of energy course through the demonic sword. Slowly at first, a mere trickle then a flood of soul stuff crashed into the daemon, swirling around him, a silvery-white nimbus that was devoured by the inky black that surrounded Bannruod. As the darkness swarmed over the creature a mewling echoed around them, slowly dissipating until only the worn husk of the Starved. With a flick of his wrist the beast flew across the swamp and splashed with a hollow sound on the brackish waters.
Tasting the corrupt soul, it ignited a frenzy in the elder daemon. The billowing black cloud rising ominously behind him as he whirled and faced another of the large pulpy creatures called Devour surging through the water towards him. A snarl escaped his lips, as he focused on the immense, blubbery beast. “Yessss...come and offer your pathetic existence to me. Come and be my sustenance.” With that the daemon rushed forward and met the down ward blow of the horrific creature, stepping inside the guard and spinning allowing the great blade to angle down and across the thick pustular thigh. Ripping open the flesh with a sickening sound, exposing the bone. A howl of pain rose from all five mouths as the beast slumped to the ground, the leg giving way to the strength of the blow. In the mind of the Devour it realized it was dead, the sword was beginning to feed on it's damned soul.
Above the battle field a swirling cloud of inky black rushed out as a great umbrella devouring all sources of light, coating the area in a wall of suffocating dark.
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As the battle continued, with the screams of the creatures that fell to the four "Heroic" characters slashing their way through the creatures, one of the devour opened its sickening mouth, a large, freakish tongue latching onto the dead of one of its fellows that had tore open its own skull in agony, lifting it with this frog-like tongue and pulled it close, chomping down in one fluid motion, devouring half of the body easily, before finishing the rest in nearly half a second.
The overweight creature held onto its chest, seemingly in great pain for a moment before its body burst open, anouther creature within it tearing open the old skin and throwing it aside in a bloody mess of gore. This new creature was nearly 3x the skin it had been "trapped" within, far more powerful as it hit the ground, still tangled up in the entrails and the fatty "sack" of the stomach that had held it. It grew yet more of these frightening mouths, now hanging on living tentacles with beady eyes all gleaming for a meal.
These rushed forward, devouring the dead and forming into their own creatures, powerful multicolored minions with dozens of loose appendages, moving towards the group in with frightening speed, ignoring the weapons left by others and instead forcing their dominance upon their enemies. Unlike the others of their kin, they were lean and muscled, powerfully built and covered in a bony shell, the acid bleaching the bones a beautiful white color.
These "children" wailed in hungry, as if suddenly feeling it for the first time. All instinct left to simply eat everything, sometimes attacking each other in violent holds, they multiple limps reaching out and slashing open one anouther, spilling their black blood on the ground in which they begun to lick up, uncaring of the dirt, grass, and snow that was the majority of the mixture gracing their stomach.
Souls were suddenly being recalled, and all, especially the great deamon, would feel these souls being recycled into new power, new life, forcing more and more to be born from this newborns. Yet a eerily beautiful sound emitted, the sound of music... a accordion playing a tune that seemed to be ongoing... peaceful. Some of the dread beasts stood still... as if forgetting where they were....
Two others joined in the conflict, a tired looking youth dressed in a cloak, and a girl, beautiful and scantily clad.
The overweight creature held onto its chest, seemingly in great pain for a moment before its body burst open, anouther creature within it tearing open the old skin and throwing it aside in a bloody mess of gore. This new creature was nearly 3x the skin it had been "trapped" within, far more powerful as it hit the ground, still tangled up in the entrails and the fatty "sack" of the stomach that had held it. It grew yet more of these frightening mouths, now hanging on living tentacles with beady eyes all gleaming for a meal.
These rushed forward, devouring the dead and forming into their own creatures, powerful multicolored minions with dozens of loose appendages, moving towards the group in with frightening speed, ignoring the weapons left by others and instead forcing their dominance upon their enemies. Unlike the others of their kin, they were lean and muscled, powerfully built and covered in a bony shell, the acid bleaching the bones a beautiful white color.
These "children" wailed in hungry, as if suddenly feeling it for the first time. All instinct left to simply eat everything, sometimes attacking each other in violent holds, they multiple limps reaching out and slashing open one anouther, spilling their black blood on the ground in which they begun to lick up, uncaring of the dirt, grass, and snow that was the majority of the mixture gracing their stomach.
Souls were suddenly being recalled, and all, especially the great deamon, would feel these souls being recycled into new power, new life, forcing more and more to be born from this newborns. Yet a eerily beautiful sound emitted, the sound of music... a accordion playing a tune that seemed to be ongoing... peaceful. Some of the dread beasts stood still... as if forgetting where they were....
Two others joined in the conflict, a tired looking youth dressed in a cloak, and a girl, beautiful and scantily clad.
OOC Notes
Melissa looked when she heard the sickening sounds of more creatures. These were more loathsome than the ones she was currently fending off. They seemed to be ravenously devouring everything in thier paths. It was disgusting. Melissa wasn't sure she could fight these new freaks as easily as she was fighting off the other monsters. They looked more robust and more fierce. She feared if she got too close, they might bite chunks off of her. That would not bode well. Time to waste some lead, she thought. She reshiethed her switchblade, and pulled out her gun. It was an automatic pistol, crude in comparison to the Marinian models, but still effective. She waited until the nearest creature got close enough that it noticed her before letting loose a few rounds. The bullets tore into the creature's flesh, damaging some of its tendons and muscles, slowing it down. But its will drove it forward. Fortunately, it was overtaken by three of its companions, who fell on the wounded creature and began attacking, and eating it. In thier frenzy, they attacked and ate each other. It was disgusting. Melissa felt her stomach turn. All the while, Melissa swore she heard music - an accordian playing a hauntingly beautiful memory. Great, now I'm really freaking out.
She noted movement to her left as a cloaked figure and a woman with hardly any clothes on appeared. Melissa watched to see if they were friend or foe. She didn't notice many of the monsters were also pausing, as though listening to the unseen musician. Nor did she notice the blood staining her own dress, some of it her own.
She noted movement to her left as a cloaked figure and a woman with hardly any clothes on appeared. Melissa watched to see if they were friend or foe. She didn't notice many of the monsters were also pausing, as though listening to the unseen musician. Nor did she notice the blood staining her own dress, some of it her own.
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Pulling up one of the thick straps of leather draped over her thin body, the Bound growled and let out a hideous whine. Tired of watching and most definitely tired of listening to this sap's horrible music, she crossed her arms over supple, almost bare, breasts and tapped her long blackened nails on the elaborate hilt of her bowie knife.
"This must be the most disgusting, grotesque, and horribly stupid thing I've ever seen!" Her voice was musical, the only indication that she had once been graced with the beauty of song. A nightingale forever lost in a world with no music, at least her own. With this loss, she turned to hating any music. Especially the harmonies and notes of the wimpy bastard beside her.
"And shut up with that idiotic instrument, seriously! It makes my ears hurt, and then I get a headache, and I just can't take it anymore!"
Her name was Aidoni. It was simply another word for what her nature had been before becoming Bound. A nightingale. Her voice, her wide, round purple eyes, and the bleached bones of what had once been wings on her back adorned with silky onyx feathers were all that hinted to a life she'd once lived. Maybe once she'd been peaceful, and maybe once she'd loved something, but now she just hated. She whined a lot too. Aidoni made sure she never looked happy. It was obvious that her unhappiness rubbed off onto others and the young woman knew they deserved it. If she wasn't at peace, no one was at peace. And so she complained. About the tea, the weather, the music, the people, her dark, flowing, always-in-the-way hair, and sometimes even her "stupid" bow that she secretly treasured.
After her high-pitched wailing cry at the man beside her, Aidoni reached a hand out and smacked his shoulder. He was so easy to pick on and for some reason he always let her. She didn't care how it felt to him, he was an easy release for her.
"Bono!" She screeched when he didn't stop, even after her harsh violence toward him. Her bare foot stomped the grass beneath her. She was like a child who wanted a lolli but wasn't about to get one. "The accordion! Enough!" Her rather dim, lifeless eyes flared up for a minute. There was something beneath her that was trapped away. Maybe this person on the outside was a mask? No one knew. Aidoni didn't know. She had a feeling Bono, her Binder, knew and maybe that's why she hated him so much. Aidoni wanted something, but she couldn't even remember what it was.
"The stupid sound is going to make me puke!" She hated him for knowing what she didn't.
Balling up her fists, the young woman turned to the group of people fighting.
"I mean, really, this is the most pathetic thing I've ever seen. The only impressive one is the ugly, smoking guy. What is he anyway?" She cringed after she squinted her eyes to get a better look at the daemon. "Great Goddesses, please don't tell me I have to see these things again?" No one could tell if she was talking about the new "heroes" or the beasts that had been lulled into a trance by her Binder's music. Aidoni wouldn't tell them either. Let them think what they will. She just wanted to take a hot bath.
"This must be the most disgusting, grotesque, and horribly stupid thing I've ever seen!" Her voice was musical, the only indication that she had once been graced with the beauty of song. A nightingale forever lost in a world with no music, at least her own. With this loss, she turned to hating any music. Especially the harmonies and notes of the wimpy bastard beside her.
"And shut up with that idiotic instrument, seriously! It makes my ears hurt, and then I get a headache, and I just can't take it anymore!"
Her name was Aidoni. It was simply another word for what her nature had been before becoming Bound. A nightingale. Her voice, her wide, round purple eyes, and the bleached bones of what had once been wings on her back adorned with silky onyx feathers were all that hinted to a life she'd once lived. Maybe once she'd been peaceful, and maybe once she'd loved something, but now she just hated. She whined a lot too. Aidoni made sure she never looked happy. It was obvious that her unhappiness rubbed off onto others and the young woman knew they deserved it. If she wasn't at peace, no one was at peace. And so she complained. About the tea, the weather, the music, the people, her dark, flowing, always-in-the-way hair, and sometimes even her "stupid" bow that she secretly treasured.
After her high-pitched wailing cry at the man beside her, Aidoni reached a hand out and smacked his shoulder. He was so easy to pick on and for some reason he always let her. She didn't care how it felt to him, he was an easy release for her.
"Bono!" She screeched when he didn't stop, even after her harsh violence toward him. Her bare foot stomped the grass beneath her. She was like a child who wanted a lolli but wasn't about to get one. "The accordion! Enough!" Her rather dim, lifeless eyes flared up for a minute. There was something beneath her that was trapped away. Maybe this person on the outside was a mask? No one knew. Aidoni didn't know. She had a feeling Bono, her Binder, knew and maybe that's why she hated him so much. Aidoni wanted something, but she couldn't even remember what it was.
"The stupid sound is going to make me puke!" She hated him for knowing what she didn't.
Balling up her fists, the young woman turned to the group of people fighting.
"I mean, really, this is the most pathetic thing I've ever seen. The only impressive one is the ugly, smoking guy. What is he anyway?" She cringed after she squinted her eyes to get a better look at the daemon. "Great Goddesses, please don't tell me I have to see these things again?" No one could tell if she was talking about the new "heroes" or the beasts that had been lulled into a trance by her Binder's music. Aidoni wouldn't tell them either. Let them think what they will. She just wanted to take a hot bath.
OOC Notes
Silvio had been lost in the conflict all about him. Between the sounds of his blade slicing through the little demons scurrying about him and the complaints of Sebastian he was ovlivious to anything else until all those nearby were but lifeless husks. Once the Starved were just a pile of bodies around him he leapt out of the way and looked around. It seemed to be that everyone else was fighting these creatures as well, which was a good enough excuse to call them allies.
"You just had ta drag me along, didn't ya?" Sebastian complains, breathing hard, one eye closed. "Just look at me now! Covered in blood and gore, and all these dents! Thank the princess I was given the gift of transformation, otherwise we'd have to take me to get repaired!" What he spoke of was indeed a gift from the princess, for unlike most other watch-shields, when he shifted forms any dents or damage recieved in one was repaired in the other.
"This is not the time for such talk." Silvio says, looking past the shield. "Those things are changing. They've eaten their own, and like wendigo they grow stronger and more hideous still." As he speaks he takes a more firm grip on his sword, eyeing the demons carefully as they seem to explode into their new forms and charge at the 'heroes' as if in a mindless rage. "These will be much harder to kill, I fear. Prepare yourself Sebastian, for I think you may sustain more than a few dents!"
And then one of the Reborn was upon him, like a flash of light. It's skin was thick, hardened like natural armor, and the mouthed tentacles snapped at his clothing, tearing small shreds of it away as he frantically fought them off. Back and back he moved, until his feet were once again in the cool waters, but there he finally landed a deathblow to the beast, only to watch as, like it was being done to others, it was devoured. Just as he was taking a stance once more his ears perked up at what he believed was music, something haunting, but beautiful.
Turning he eyes the source of it, or so he believes. A pair of figures stand atop a hill, one a beautifully figured woman in a rather revealing attire, with wings of bone, the other younger, wearing a cloak, the one from which the music seemed to come. This was confusing enough, but glancing around he noted that it seemed every9one had stopped to see where the music was coming from, even the demonish creatures, as if the song stayed their claws for a time.
"You just had ta drag me along, didn't ya?" Sebastian complains, breathing hard, one eye closed. "Just look at me now! Covered in blood and gore, and all these dents! Thank the princess I was given the gift of transformation, otherwise we'd have to take me to get repaired!" What he spoke of was indeed a gift from the princess, for unlike most other watch-shields, when he shifted forms any dents or damage recieved in one was repaired in the other.
"This is not the time for such talk." Silvio says, looking past the shield. "Those things are changing. They've eaten their own, and like wendigo they grow stronger and more hideous still." As he speaks he takes a more firm grip on his sword, eyeing the demons carefully as they seem to explode into their new forms and charge at the 'heroes' as if in a mindless rage. "These will be much harder to kill, I fear. Prepare yourself Sebastian, for I think you may sustain more than a few dents!"
And then one of the Reborn was upon him, like a flash of light. It's skin was thick, hardened like natural armor, and the mouthed tentacles snapped at his clothing, tearing small shreds of it away as he frantically fought them off. Back and back he moved, until his feet were once again in the cool waters, but there he finally landed a deathblow to the beast, only to watch as, like it was being done to others, it was devoured. Just as he was taking a stance once more his ears perked up at what he believed was music, something haunting, but beautiful.
Turning he eyes the source of it, or so he believes. A pair of figures stand atop a hill, one a beautifully figured woman in a rather revealing attire, with wings of bone, the other younger, wearing a cloak, the one from which the music seemed to come. This was confusing enough, but glancing around he noted that it seemed every9one had stopped to see where the music was coming from, even the demonish creatures, as if the song stayed their claws for a time.
OOC Notes
A guttural roar erupted from the elder daemon, one that would contest with the melodies that seemed to entrance the nasty beasties that surrounded the heroes. Souls, life energies, the spark that all life held in the multiverse swirled and ingested only to be reborn by the devours. A gnashing of silvered teeth as Bannruod dropped to a knee, his eyes flashing ominously as he felt souls, energy, life being taken from him, whisked away before he could consume them.
Rising slowly, the great dark that surrounded him became a void, an absence of any light, the very area immediately around the daemon a pulsating inky black that roiled and raged as its master did. The minor demonic creatures seemed mesmerized by the odd and ungainly notes that poured from an accordion. Snarling with an inhuman fury the elder daemon glanced at the hill, spotting the two figures. Nodding towards them, the daemon leaped skyward, the mighty sword humming eerily during the ascent. With a deadly crash Bannruod impaled one of the horrifically misshapen rebirthed devours. As the wicked sword Death Kiss bit deep the daemon hissed and cackled in his native tongue, he was speaking to the sword, who only replied with a scream of rage of it's own. Souls, the energy matrix of all life was being drawn away from the sword. Something, someone was keeping the daemon and the sword from consuming the souls for their own energy. Ripping the flesh from the body of the obese creature and dropping the sickly wet remains upon the reddening water, Bannruod whirled and focused his attention upon the hill, and the two figures there on. Above him the darkness that swirled chaotically seemed to spread further like a mighty thunderhead roiling and racing on the winds of a mighty storm.
Again leaping, using the daemonic strength coiled in his legs, the Lord of Five Darks, landed on the hill a few feet from the two, collapsing to a kneel before rising and facing the newly arrived. The mighty sword held loosely in his hand, the darkness swelled and billowed around him, eyes flared angrily, his voice a cacophony of hisses and static, “What world is this that denies me the souls of the dead!”
Rising slowly, the great dark that surrounded him became a void, an absence of any light, the very area immediately around the daemon a pulsating inky black that roiled and raged as its master did. The minor demonic creatures seemed mesmerized by the odd and ungainly notes that poured from an accordion. Snarling with an inhuman fury the elder daemon glanced at the hill, spotting the two figures. Nodding towards them, the daemon leaped skyward, the mighty sword humming eerily during the ascent. With a deadly crash Bannruod impaled one of the horrifically misshapen rebirthed devours. As the wicked sword Death Kiss bit deep the daemon hissed and cackled in his native tongue, he was speaking to the sword, who only replied with a scream of rage of it's own. Souls, the energy matrix of all life was being drawn away from the sword. Something, someone was keeping the daemon and the sword from consuming the souls for their own energy. Ripping the flesh from the body of the obese creature and dropping the sickly wet remains upon the reddening water, Bannruod whirled and focused his attention upon the hill, and the two figures there on. Above him the darkness that swirled chaotically seemed to spread further like a mighty thunderhead roiling and racing on the winds of a mighty storm.
Again leaping, using the daemonic strength coiled in his legs, the Lord of Five Darks, landed on the hill a few feet from the two, collapsing to a kneel before rising and facing the newly arrived. The mighty sword held loosely in his hand, the darkness swelled and billowed around him, eyes flared angrily, his voice a cacophony of hisses and static, “What world is this that denies me the souls of the dead!”
OOC Notes
Mason, in his battle stupor, was hardly paying attention to the roars and words of his companions, having shut off his ears to avoid hearing the sounds of his sword against the backs and necks and skulls of his enemies. He wished he could shut off his nose as well, but he unfortunately had to simply bear with the horrid smell as the creatures...
...fucking respawned? What the hell?
Mason backed up a couple of startled steps, dropping his sword arm to his side in astonishment. Surely not? The creatures had eaten themselves, and now there were more of them, smaller ones that spread across the river basin like some sort of blanket. An angry blanket, with weapons. Looking around, Mason determined that they were no closer to winning this fight than they had been moments ago.
He realized that the creatures were somehow not attacking him, and he took advantage of this fact by leaping into the fray once more, killing as many of the things as he could and hoping that they were dead for good. This had always been his policy, in a way, to kill it good; if it used magic, kill it fast; if it didn't die, kill it again. It never even occurred to Mason in those moments of the fight that it was possible that these things couldn't die.
Just then, three things happened at once.
A high-pitched wail split the air, disturbing the music that Mason hadn't even noticed before then. He glanced away, distracted.
Several of the creatures - the demonlings - shook themselves out of their stupor; leaping onto Mason, they dragged him to the ground as he thrashed his arms. One of the things bit his wrist, causing him to lose grip on the weapon.
As he sank into a beaten unconsciousness, receiving scratches and bites on his face, sides, legs, he looked over once more at the source of the disturbance. All he could see as the world went black was a pair of violet eyes and silky hair as black as night.
...fucking respawned? What the hell?
Mason backed up a couple of startled steps, dropping his sword arm to his side in astonishment. Surely not? The creatures had eaten themselves, and now there were more of them, smaller ones that spread across the river basin like some sort of blanket. An angry blanket, with weapons. Looking around, Mason determined that they were no closer to winning this fight than they had been moments ago.
He realized that the creatures were somehow not attacking him, and he took advantage of this fact by leaping into the fray once more, killing as many of the things as he could and hoping that they were dead for good. This had always been his policy, in a way, to kill it good; if it used magic, kill it fast; if it didn't die, kill it again. It never even occurred to Mason in those moments of the fight that it was possible that these things couldn't die.
Just then, three things happened at once.
A high-pitched wail split the air, disturbing the music that Mason hadn't even noticed before then. He glanced away, distracted.
Several of the creatures - the demonlings - shook themselves out of their stupor; leaping onto Mason, they dragged him to the ground as he thrashed his arms. One of the things bit his wrist, causing him to lose grip on the weapon.
As he sank into a beaten unconsciousness, receiving scratches and bites on his face, sides, legs, he looked over once more at the source of the disturbance. All he could see as the world went black was a pair of violet eyes and silky hair as black as night.
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Alright guys, sad story going on. Skallagrim is no longer with us, and Demented Tiger (as far as I know) has not posted.
So we are hemmoraging people lol,but now that I know why no one has posted, it leaves me free to try to put some up. I'll try to get something up here soon (unfortunately, my house is roughly 10 degrees warmer than it is outside, so it makes it nearly impossible to do anything but lie under the blankets)
So we are hemmoraging people lol,but now that I know why no one has posted, it leaves me free to try to put some up. I'll try to get something up here soon (unfortunately, my house is roughly 10 degrees warmer than it is outside, so it makes it nearly impossible to do anything but lie under the blankets)
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Okay, I posted. :) Sorry that took longer than I thought it would, for the reasons that my sis explained.
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Hello. I am visiting. That's why 'MericanPie hasn't posted, because I hijacked our laptop for the weekend (and before that she was sick). Don't worry, she's planning on trying to get something up tomorrow.
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Sorry guys, Im really trying but my computer has been blue screening like crazy. I have a new one but when i got the damn machine it didn't have anything I needed on it (like um.. windows) so im working on that.
Please continue.
Please continue.
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Yay! I don't have time to post tonight though. Maybe tomorrow?
And... anyone else out there???
And... anyone else out there???
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I'd hate to be the one doing all the posting! But if you insist! :P
And where is Tigeress at? :/ Aidoni can only do so much. I will post tonight :D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D
And where is Tigeress at? :/ Aidoni can only do so much. I will post tonight :D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D
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Sorry I haven't posted been busy with Life. Move the story along to the next scene and I will catch up there. Again I am sorry for not posting.
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Dream sequence? Mmry review? Maybe Mason dreams Bono's memories for a post or two. Can you give me some information on what those might be?
And, I'm waiting until Castle Masquerade for... Meryla, correct?
And, I'm waiting until Castle Masquerade for... Meryla, correct?
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Of course :)
Merican, due to bono's unique ability to have people review memories, I have a neat suggestion that some of his own experiences on Mir transfer a bit over to your character, which allows you to kinda take a look at some happenings on Mir.
Other than that, you can wait till we are near castle Masquerade :)
Merican, due to bono's unique ability to have people review memories, I have a neat suggestion that some of his own experiences on Mir transfer a bit over to your character, which allows you to kinda take a look at some happenings on Mir.
Other than that, you can wait till we are near castle Masquerade :)
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Not dead! Yay!
Um, I was trying to think of a post, but if Mason's injuries were as bad as Music posted they were, he probably wouldn't wake up right away. Opinions???
Um, I was trying to think of a post, but if Mason's injuries were as bad as Music posted they were, he probably wouldn't wake up right away. Opinions???
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Ok everyone, sorry bout the delayed posts.. kinda been tired out from work and kinda working on concepts for anouther rp at the same time, so mir got put on the back burner. I promise mondayish (if not sooner) i'll have something up.
Again, sorry in advance!
Again, sorry in advance!
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Yeah, I totally forgot about Music taking off... and posted what I did. At least Aidoni didn't really talk to them. >_> I are bad listener....reader.... right.
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Just wanted to give peeps a heads up, I'm out for the weekend. Back Tuesday night!! :D
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I posted my final post. Mason is unconscious. I did this with the intention of bringing my time here to a proper close, since this is the last lengthy RP post that I'll make before I leave. :(
The plan is for 'Merican to take over now that Mason's been knocked out. That way, if she portrays him slightly differently than I did, you can cop it up to him hitting his head on a rock or something.
The plan is for 'Merican to take over now that Mason's been knocked out. That way, if she portrays him slightly differently than I did, you can cop it up to him hitting his head on a rock or something.
