Introduction
Terra
Terra is a terrestrial planet that resembles our modern day Earth. But unlike Earth, Terra has a elements of fantastical life. Every creature ever dreamed, imagined, or created exists. There are no bounds, limits, or rules to creation on Terra. Impressive technological cities dominate the skylines while haunted woods create chills up spines. Mystical ruins reveal secrets long forgotten and caves provide a pathway to another time. Terra is a planet of unfathomable imagination come to life.
Terra is part of the Omniverse; a collage of universes that are infinite that together comprise everything that exists and can exist: the entirety of space, time, matter, and energy as well as the physical laws and constants that describe them. Nothing is impossible on Terra.
Terra is a terrestrial planet that resembles our modern day Earth. But unlike Earth, Terra has a elements of fantastical life. Every creature ever dreamed, imagined, or created exists. There are no bounds, limits, or rules to creation on Terra. Impressive technological cities dominate the skylines while haunted woods create chills up spines. Mystical ruins reveal secrets long forgotten and caves provide a pathway to another time. Terra is a planet of unfathomable imagination come to life.
Terra is part of the Omniverse; a collage of universes that are infinite that together comprise everything that exists and can exist: the entirety of space, time, matter, and energy as well as the physical laws and constants that describe them. Nothing is impossible on Terra.
The Shadow of Naar
There is a terrible shadow spreading its dark hand across Terra. An Old Power of Arcanum (a planet that revolves around steam-powered technology) has been banished from his Origin. For millennium Naar has travelled through the vast expanses of the Omniverse seeking out a planet to implant himself. The paradise Terra was found by the Old God of Death with the aid of Eve Nocturne. Unable to walk the earth of Terra, he created an avatar, Desmond Bornholdt.
Naar, now with his avatar, is spreading his influence over the people of Terra. His power grows each and every day. The Time of Madness draws ever near...
But in darkness there is always light...
Maree Erd Lumariale
The powerful elven woman summoned another Old Power of Arcanum; The Old God of the Sky, Dhaelhel, sibling to Naar. It is there only hope to have a fighting chance against the powerful and dark force that is Naar. However, the summoning of Dhaelhel was too powerful for Maree to handle. A miscalculation in the thaumaturgical ritual caused Dhaelhel to be stripped of all godlike power. Now the Lumina seek out the seven missing feathers that fell from Dhaelhel's wings during the Fall.
Only when all seven feathers are collected can Dhaelhel rise to full power, enabling the god the ability to challenge Naar.
But the Naari are strong and grow stronger each day. They know Dhaelhel has come and what the Lumina search valiantly for across the lands of Terra. They will stop at nothing to deter their goal: to save Terra and all life on the planet.
And how exactly does a chicken named Nel fit into all of it?
There is a terrible shadow spreading its dark hand across Terra. An Old Power of Arcanum (a planet that revolves around steam-powered technology) has been banished from his Origin. For millennium Naar has travelled through the vast expanses of the Omniverse seeking out a planet to implant himself. The paradise Terra was found by the Old God of Death with the aid of Eve Nocturne. Unable to walk the earth of Terra, he created an avatar, Desmond Bornholdt.
Naar, now with his avatar, is spreading his influence over the people of Terra. His power grows each and every day. The Time of Madness draws ever near...
But in darkness there is always light...
Maree Erd Lumariale
The powerful elven woman summoned another Old Power of Arcanum; The Old God of the Sky, Dhaelhel, sibling to Naar. It is there only hope to have a fighting chance against the powerful and dark force that is Naar. However, the summoning of Dhaelhel was too powerful for Maree to handle. A miscalculation in the thaumaturgical ritual caused Dhaelhel to be stripped of all godlike power. Now the Lumina seek out the seven missing feathers that fell from Dhaelhel's wings during the Fall.
Only when all seven feathers are collected can Dhaelhel rise to full power, enabling the god the ability to challenge Naar.
But the Naari are strong and grow stronger each day. They know Dhaelhel has come and what the Lumina search valiantly for across the lands of Terra. They will stop at nothing to deter their goal: to save Terra and all life on the planet.
And how exactly does a chicken named Nel fit into all of it?
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Blinded! The damned woman had blinded him!
Pathos threw up an arm to shield his face from the brightness. Shayla had not, in fact, blinded him. It was merely the drastic change from an underground temple to the sunny Merrishore Beach. After a minute or two of his grumbling, Pathos finally took down his arm.
The elf's eyes squinted against the bright rays of the sun. The sound of the waves lapping at the shore was like listening to Terra breathe. A tension in Pathos's shoulder relaxed. The light glinted off his never-dry flask. He gulped a few swallows down and gasped at the familiar burn.
The drunken elf tucked his liquor away and held a hand over his eyes as he peered down the beach-line. The water was crystalline blue and he could see the coral in the water. Excellent. There was always fish around coral.
"Now I need t'get me hands onna pole," Pathos mumbled beneath his breath. He almost looked at Shayla expectantly.
A breeze blew in from the ocean.
A single white feather floated freely toward Shayla and Pathos.
Pathos threw up an arm to shield his face from the brightness. Shayla had not, in fact, blinded him. It was merely the drastic change from an underground temple to the sunny Merrishore Beach. After a minute or two of his grumbling, Pathos finally took down his arm.
The elf's eyes squinted against the bright rays of the sun. The sound of the waves lapping at the shore was like listening to Terra breathe. A tension in Pathos's shoulder relaxed. The light glinted off his never-dry flask. He gulped a few swallows down and gasped at the familiar burn.
The drunken elf tucked his liquor away and held a hand over his eyes as he peered down the beach-line. The water was crystalline blue and he could see the coral in the water. Excellent. There was always fish around coral.
"Now I need t'get me hands onna pole," Pathos mumbled beneath his breath. He almost looked at Shayla expectantly.
A breeze blew in from the ocean.
A single white feather floated freely toward Shayla and Pathos.
Shayla blinked as the sudden change of climate and brightness hit her. Her white hair almost was enough to blind herself. But this was by far better than the last place. Especially with that insufferable woman now gone. And now she was alone to use the man any way she wanted. As long as he thought it was his idea first, it shouldn't be a problem. The most important matter for now was to get him to trust her, even just an inch was enough to sink her nails into.
"Told you I could do it." She commented to the man. "This was -easy- magic in compassion to the other things I can do.." The mist returned and turned her heavy clothing into what looked to be an Amazonian bikini, which suited her tribal look fairly well. Once she nodded in approval and heard his statement she smiled slightly to herself. She was slowly catching him. "Well, you could always ask, ya'know. That is my one condition. Once you do, I shall bid your request." She said softly. "But please mind, I'm not a genie in a bottle. I may not be limited in wishes, but I don't do take-backs either."
However, a simple white feather floating in the wind caught her attention. Strange, as nothing as simple ever caught her eye. Reaching out with her power, she attempted to catch it and bring it towards herself, the foreign look of curiosity upon her face. "Interesting.." She whispered quietly under her breath as she reached for it.
"Told you I could do it." She commented to the man. "This was -easy- magic in compassion to the other things I can do.." The mist returned and turned her heavy clothing into what looked to be an Amazonian bikini, which suited her tribal look fairly well. Once she nodded in approval and heard his statement she smiled slightly to herself. She was slowly catching him. "Well, you could always ask, ya'know. That is my one condition. Once you do, I shall bid your request." She said softly. "But please mind, I'm not a genie in a bottle. I may not be limited in wishes, but I don't do take-backs either."
However, a simple white feather floating in the wind caught her attention. Strange, as nothing as simple ever caught her eye. Reaching out with her power, she attempted to catch it and bring it towards herself, the foreign look of curiosity upon her face. "Interesting.." She whispered quietly under her breath as she reached for it.
Pathos looked at the floating feather but paid it no more mind than that. He was looking at Shayla suspiciously with her ... scandalous attire.
"Preferred ye with yer clothes on," he grunted. He looked away and started to head down closer to the water.
Shayla was able to pluck the feather from the air. A sense of importance; of something lost was attached to the feather. If she concentrated enough on the feather, Shayla would be able to see flashes of Dhaelhel's fall to Terra: the meteor rocketing across the sky, a crater in the earth, and finally a winged-woman laying in the debris.
Pathos returned with a springy limb of driftwood and waved it in front of Shayla's face.
"Make it into a pole, woman," he demanded.
"Preferred ye with yer clothes on," he grunted. He looked away and started to head down closer to the water.
Shayla was able to pluck the feather from the air. A sense of importance; of something lost was attached to the feather. If she concentrated enough on the feather, Shayla would be able to see flashes of Dhaelhel's fall to Terra: the meteor rocketing across the sky, a crater in the earth, and finally a winged-woman laying in the debris.
Pathos returned with a springy limb of driftwood and waved it in front of Shayla's face.
"Make it into a pole, woman," he demanded.
She held the feather close to her face, holding it above as if looking through glass. "Yes, you would." She commented. "But in this heat, my would very much rather this. Besides, I don't want those clothes wet." She added, looking at Pathos with a flirtatious grin.
She then turned her attention back to the feather. It was a curious little thing, with all the importance that this simple white feather seemed to carry. She focused, and she was able to she parts of a goddess's fall to Terra. A goddess from the light side, it seemed. This made Shayla grin cruelly. So the light was falling. She briefly wondered what dark lord was trying to destroy the world this time. She would need to find a way to be a member of that dark lord's regime.
Her concentration was broken by the limb that was being wafted mere inches in front of her nose. "Hit me with that, and I'll turn you into a pole." She threatened. Grabbing at the driftwood, she would use her magic to make it into a fishing rod. "Have fun."
She then snapped her fingers, her hair braiding around the end of the feather. She would keep this close to her for now. It seemed to be a prize worth keeping.
She then turned her attention back to the feather. It was a curious little thing, with all the importance that this simple white feather seemed to carry. She focused, and she was able to she parts of a goddess's fall to Terra. A goddess from the light side, it seemed. This made Shayla grin cruelly. So the light was falling. She briefly wondered what dark lord was trying to destroy the world this time. She would need to find a way to be a member of that dark lord's regime.
Her concentration was broken by the limb that was being wafted mere inches in front of her nose. "Hit me with that, and I'll turn you into a pole." She threatened. Grabbing at the driftwood, she would use her magic to make it into a fishing rod. "Have fun."
She then snapped her fingers, her hair braiding around the end of the feather. She would keep this close to her for now. It seemed to be a prize worth keeping.
Pathos scratched the scars of his face before taking the fishing pole. He almost ripped it out of the woman's hands but old manners died hard, it seemed. He grunted his thanks before taking off to a jutting stretch of sand. It was the perfect fishing spot for Pathos.
A chill wind passed over Shayla.
"So, you are the one that has claimed Dhaelhel's feather," a voice said near Shayla. It was a daemon with curling horns and rich red robes draped over his thin body. An ornate strip of cloth covered his eyes. He appeared to be blind but with the fluidity that Desmond walked toward Shayla argued against that assumption.
"That feather," Desmond said as he raised a finger and pointed directly at it. "It is very special; something to be safeguarded at all costs." A twisted smile curled at the corner of his generous mouth. The daemon's aura was, breathtaking. It was massive and darker than black. Power wafted off of Desmond as powerfully as the water beat against the shore. He was just as powerful as the forces of nature.
"I ask you," Desmond said in his velveteen voice. "Are you able to keep such a precious thing safe?"
A chill wind passed over Shayla.
"So, you are the one that has claimed Dhaelhel's feather," a voice said near Shayla. It was a daemon with curling horns and rich red robes draped over his thin body. An ornate strip of cloth covered his eyes. He appeared to be blind but with the fluidity that Desmond walked toward Shayla argued against that assumption.
"That feather," Desmond said as he raised a finger and pointed directly at it. "It is very special; something to be safeguarded at all costs." A twisted smile curled at the corner of his generous mouth. The daemon's aura was, breathtaking. It was massive and darker than black. Power wafted off of Desmond as powerfully as the water beat against the shore. He was just as powerful as the forces of nature.
"I ask you," Desmond said in his velveteen voice. "Are you able to keep such a precious thing safe?"
She smirked, folding her arms over her bosom. She would break through his shell eventually. Eventually was the key word.
Chill bumps covered her skin as the wind passed over her, and her clothes suddenly changed to seemed to be a tribal traveling gear. Turning swiftly, Shayla suddenly looked fierce, her own power ebbing as she called upon it. If filled her, consumed her with what seemed to be life itself, with the want to draw more within herself. However, experience kept her from doing so.
Relaxing her look back to her sensual self, she placed a hand upon her own cheek. "I would suppose I would be." She said, her voice soft and becoming. A smirk of a smile pressed itself upon her soft lips. His own power was.. Amazing. Darkness flowed around him like none she had ever seen back when her power was at its fullest. Back then, she had been considered blacker than black. The shadow of the world itself. It would seem this world had changed.
And she liked it.
"Special you say?" She said, laughing seductively. "Well then that means its priceless to me then.." She walked towards him slowly. "I can keep it safe from anyone who should try to take it away from me..." She said, walking closer, attempting to end up beside the daemon. "Are you going to try to take it from me?" She asked with a curious but flirtatious tone.
Chill bumps covered her skin as the wind passed over her, and her clothes suddenly changed to seemed to be a tribal traveling gear. Turning swiftly, Shayla suddenly looked fierce, her own power ebbing as she called upon it. If filled her, consumed her with what seemed to be life itself, with the want to draw more within herself. However, experience kept her from doing so.
Relaxing her look back to her sensual self, she placed a hand upon her own cheek. "I would suppose I would be." She said, her voice soft and becoming. A smirk of a smile pressed itself upon her soft lips. His own power was.. Amazing. Darkness flowed around him like none she had ever seen back when her power was at its fullest. Back then, she had been considered blacker than black. The shadow of the world itself. It would seem this world had changed.
And she liked it.
"Special you say?" She said, laughing seductively. "Well then that means its priceless to me then.." She walked towards him slowly. "I can keep it safe from anyone who should try to take it away from me..." She said, walking closer, attempting to end up beside the daemon. "Are you going to try to take it from me?" She asked with a curious but flirtatious tone.
"I have no intention of taking it away from you," Desmond stated in an amused tone of voice. He knew that she was coming closer to him but the daemon did not move. He stayed standing exactly where he was as Shayla closed in on him.
"I have a sense that you are useful to our cause," Desmond said to her. "Tell me, are you willing to see this world's destruction? Are you one of the people that would allow Terra to come to its justice? It's death?" Desmond awaited Shayla's answer patiently.
Meanwhile, Pathos was enjoying himself. There was plenty of sun, warmth, and fish were striking at his pole. He hadn't yet caught anything. The drunken elf was far too busy staring out over the ocean.
"I have a sense that you are useful to our cause," Desmond said to her. "Tell me, are you willing to see this world's destruction? Are you one of the people that would allow Terra to come to its justice? It's death?" Desmond awaited Shayla's answer patiently.
Meanwhile, Pathos was enjoying himself. There was plenty of sun, warmth, and fish were striking at his pole. He hadn't yet caught anything. The drunken elf was far too busy staring out over the ocean.
The setting changes from Merrishore Beach to Lochway Forest
It was night again and Adella had come to the forest to speak with Fang. However, unlike the times previous, she was accompanied by another person. It was easy to tell that it was a man simply by the way Layang walked. He kept a fair distance between himself and Adella. Layang knew that she was a vampire and how tempting his mortal blood was to her tastes.
"Where is this man that has decided to help us in our ... deliverance of Terra," Layang asked Adella.
"He is nearby," she replied.
"Nearby meaning that you do not know specifically where he resides."
"I've never been to his home."
"I see," Layang said before he fell silent. Adella cast a glance over at Layang. He was not the one she wanted to bring to Fang. Desmond would have been a better choice but the daemon was busy with another lead on the feathers. Instead, Desmond had sent Layang. The Kite Master had yet to be tested thus far and now was the time to see if he was trustworthy.
"I think you are lost," Layang stated.
"I am not," Adella argued. Silently she wished for Fang to show himself as the two people continued to walk through the brush of the burnt forest. The odor of char hung heavily in Adella's nostrils. She had stopped breathing a long time ago, albeit when she had to speak.
"Where is this man that has decided to help us in our ... deliverance of Terra," Layang asked Adella.
"He is nearby," she replied.
"Nearby meaning that you do not know specifically where he resides."
"I've never been to his home."
"I see," Layang said before he fell silent. Adella cast a glance over at Layang. He was not the one she wanted to bring to Fang. Desmond would have been a better choice but the daemon was busy with another lead on the feathers. Instead, Desmond had sent Layang. The Kite Master had yet to be tested thus far and now was the time to see if he was trustworthy.
"I think you are lost," Layang stated.
"I am not," Adella argued. Silently she wished for Fang to show himself as the two people continued to walk through the brush of the burnt forest. The odor of char hung heavily in Adella's nostrils. She had stopped breathing a long time ago, albeit when she had to speak.
Since their last discussion, Fang had been busy. Busy embracing his 'new' outlook on life. In truth, he knew this way of thinking was nothing new to him. Far from it. He knew that somewhere, deep down, this is who he used to be. Something deep inside him knew it. Knew who he was, what he was, what he used to be. Many worlds had had many names for him. He'd been so many things. Bandit lord, conqueror, serial killer, assassin, terrorist, and many more things, though the common denominator had always been bloodshed and chaos.
As he stood over the bodies of his most recent outing, trying to find those damn feathers Adella wanted, a thought occurred to him.
He didn't know if he could control it. A lust for violence, and a numbness of the heart had set it, like he was meant for this kind of life. Another reason to believe it. The sight of these corpses, dead by his hands, did nothing to move him. The glow was all but gone from his eyes, his skin, his hair. Embracing the evil inside him really had made a difference. No more pretending to be better than this. Move forward, with your goal in mind...
Fang sensed something. A presence that wasn't, and something else. Something he didn't recognize.
His emerald dagger in hand, still painted with fresh crimson, he crept closer and closer to the source. Perhaps he'd get to slay more than his boredom tonight...
"This will make me ultra numb..." He mumbled to himself, moving through the flesh of a tree as if it were heavy fog...
As he stood over the bodies of his most recent outing, trying to find those damn feathers Adella wanted, a thought occurred to him.
He didn't know if he could control it. A lust for violence, and a numbness of the heart had set it, like he was meant for this kind of life. Another reason to believe it. The sight of these corpses, dead by his hands, did nothing to move him. The glow was all but gone from his eyes, his skin, his hair. Embracing the evil inside him really had made a difference. No more pretending to be better than this. Move forward, with your goal in mind...
Fang sensed something. A presence that wasn't, and something else. Something he didn't recognize.
His emerald dagger in hand, still painted with fresh crimson, he crept closer and closer to the source. Perhaps he'd get to slay more than his boredom tonight...
"This will make me ultra numb..." He mumbled to himself, moving through the flesh of a tree as if it were heavy fog...
The setting changes from Lochway Forest to Merrishore Beach
A cruel smile spread across her face. "I was imprisoned unjustly for thousands of years just because my magic was black." Unjustly, but her definition of course. "Was that fair? Trapped in a dreamless sleep, where I was aware the world was changing and that the seal that was holding me was fading. Pint up rage and hatred is something you really should not keep bottled up. I plan to let some run wild with my revenge upon this world, and maybe the next.." She whispered.
Her smile turned sweet towards him and she leaned closer, if allowed, to where her lips were a mere inch to his ear.
"To see this world burn, the people of the world turn upon each other and destroy themselves.. That is my one true desire.." She said, lust filling her words with her true emotion. "Do we both long for the same things...?" She asked in a velvet tone, her eyes shifting to Pathos just for the briefest of seconds. She needed to make sure her tool remained close.
Her smile turned sweet towards him and she leaned closer, if allowed, to where her lips were a mere inch to his ear.
"To see this world burn, the people of the world turn upon each other and destroy themselves.. That is my one true desire.." She said, lust filling her words with her true emotion. "Do we both long for the same things...?" She asked in a velvet tone, her eyes shifting to Pathos just for the briefest of seconds. She needed to make sure her tool remained close.
"I see," Desmond said as he turned his head to face Shayla. There was but a whisper's length of distance between their flesh. As the daemon spoke, Shayla would be able to feel his sweet breath against her skin.
"Naar would be pleased to have you serve in his army as a lieutenant," Desmond said as his hand retreated into his flowing robes. He procured a heavy gold coin from it. On both sides of the coin was a triangle trapped inside of a circle with two lines running perpendicular to the circle, one on top and one on bottom.
Desmond pressed the coin into Shayla's hand and offered his name before he asked the woman hers.
"Desmond Bornholdt, and I am ever gratefully at your service," the daemon said, placing a kiss on her hand.
"Naar would be pleased to have you serve in his army as a lieutenant," Desmond said as his hand retreated into his flowing robes. He procured a heavy gold coin from it. On both sides of the coin was a triangle trapped inside of a circle with two lines running perpendicular to the circle, one on top and one on bottom.
Desmond pressed the coin into Shayla's hand and offered his name before he asked the woman hers.
"Desmond Bornholdt, and I am ever gratefully at your service," the daemon said, placing a kiss on her hand.
The setting changes from Merrishore Beach to Lochway Forest
Adella stopped suddenly in her tracks. Layang was slower to stop than the vampire. The man arched a brow and waited patiently for the woman to speak up. It was more than obvious she had either spotted or sensed something nearby. After a full minute of waiting quietly, Layang spoke up.
"What is it," he said in a dull voice. "We don't have time to stand here and wait."
Adella did not respond.
"Well?" Layang asked, again.
The woman took off in a run between two trees. She was much faster than Layang and he was left behind. It did not take long for the vampire to appear before Fang. She stopped several feet in front of him and gave him time to register that it was her in front of him.
"It is just me," Adella said to Fang, holding out her hands in a gesture of surrender.
"What is it," he said in a dull voice. "We don't have time to stand here and wait."
Adella did not respond.
"Well?" Layang asked, again.
The woman took off in a run between two trees. She was much faster than Layang and he was left behind. It did not take long for the vampire to appear before Fang. She stopped several feet in front of him and gave him time to register that it was her in front of him.
"It is just me," Adella said to Fang, holding out her hands in a gesture of surrender.
The setting changes from Lochway Forest to Merrishore Beach
"The pleasure is all mine, Mr. Bornholdt. I was known as Shayla the witch, but you may just call me Shayla." She said, sounding flattered at his gesture towards her. She felt the coin in her hand. "I look forward to serve in his army." She added.
Moving away from Desmond slightly, she looked towards the ocean. "What does Lord Naar require of me?" She wasn't sure how to address Naar, but she figured flattery would win her more than unintentionally insulting the entity. "Besides holding this feather for him, that is."
Moving away from Desmond slightly, she looked towards the ocean. "What does Lord Naar require of me?" She wasn't sure how to address Naar, but she figured flattery would win her more than unintentionally insulting the entity. "Besides holding this feather for him, that is."
"You see that man there," Desmond said, pointing to Pathos. The elven man was jerking his rod upward and fighting a fish that had caught on his lure.
"As foolish as he may seem," the daemon said to Shayla. "He is of utmost importance. There are several people who are searching for Dhaelhel's feathers, just like the one you've so cleverly hidden. A woman, an elven woman, name Lumariale is among the highest of their ranks. He was once the lover of that woman. You are to keep him hostage if such a case of him needing to be used against her comes into our little game."
"And if any come seeking the feather, you are to kill them in whatever manner that you please," Desmond said.
Pathos hollered from across the beach and held up his catch. It was a tiny little fish but he seemed very proud of it. Pathos didn't seem to see Desmond standing next to Shayla, that or he didn't care at all. If she looked down there would be no footprints where Desmond had walked.
"As foolish as he may seem," the daemon said to Shayla. "He is of utmost importance. There are several people who are searching for Dhaelhel's feathers, just like the one you've so cleverly hidden. A woman, an elven woman, name Lumariale is among the highest of their ranks. He was once the lover of that woman. You are to keep him hostage if such a case of him needing to be used against her comes into our little game."
"And if any come seeking the feather, you are to kill them in whatever manner that you please," Desmond said.
Pathos hollered from across the beach and held up his catch. It was a tiny little fish but he seemed very proud of it. Pathos didn't seem to see Desmond standing next to Shayla, that or he didn't care at all. If she looked down there would be no footprints where Desmond had walked.
The setting changes from Merrishore Beach to Lochway Forest
Despite all of that, Fang barely stopped in time. His eyes, pools of deep, jungle green reflected nothing back at her like they used to, if only for a moment, before a smile crept onto his face, the smallest semblance of light coming back into his features. "Ah...I thought at much. Can't be too careful though, eh?" The godling half-apologized, searching around his pockets for his lighter, and his pack of smokes. Lately, his chain smoking habit had just gotten worse.
"What are ya doin' out here in the middle of the night, Ella? You can't just be lookin' for me." A long inhale, the plume of smoke noxious and bitter on the wind. "Though I'd be honored if ya were."
Truth enough. Even Fang, even now, still got lonely.
"And...whose that other one I detected with ya?"
"What are ya doin' out here in the middle of the night, Ella? You can't just be lookin' for me." A long inhale, the plume of smoke noxious and bitter on the wind. "Though I'd be honored if ya were."
Truth enough. Even Fang, even now, still got lonely.
"And...whose that other one I detected with ya?"
The setting changes from Lochway Forest to Merrishore Beach
Daring a brief glance behind Pathos, she noticed there were not footprints. She smiled and waved to Pathos. "I shall do as requested." She said, barely moving her lips as she spoke. "It shouldn't be too difficult to keep this fool close to me." She stated, nodding towards Pathos. "If I prove my usefulness to the Lord Naar, what shall I expect?"
Only waiting for an answer, she then asked. "If I need to speak to you, how should I seek for you?" She asked. "Or our Lord, hm?"
She then called out towards Pathos. "Magnificent! You are a master fishermen!"
Only waiting for an answer, she then asked. "If I need to speak to you, how should I seek for you?" She asked. "Or our Lord, hm?"
She then called out towards Pathos. "Magnificent! You are a master fishermen!"
The setting changes from Merrishore Beach to Lochway Forest
"That is Layang, the Kite Master of Matyeng," Adella said just as the man walked up behind the woman. He was much taller than her and wore a mask that covered just the lower portion of his face. Layang sized up Fang for a moment and then nodded. It seemed he had passed some sort of approval from the Asiatic man.
"We came to see if you have found any of the feathers yet or met any of the Lumina looking for them," Adella said to Fang. She walked closer to him, now that she was sure he wasn't going to attack her.
"Make it short, Adella," Layang demanded.
She looked over her shoulder at the other man. A muscle tightened in her cheek but Adella did not say a single word to him.
"We came to see if you have found any of the feathers yet or met any of the Lumina looking for them," Adella said to Fang. She walked closer to him, now that she was sure he wasn't going to attack her.
"Make it short, Adella," Layang demanded.
She looked over her shoulder at the other man. A muscle tightened in her cheek but Adella did not say a single word to him.
The setting changes from Lochway Forest to Merrishore Beach
"You shall expect the world to be ended as it is and then recreated to his liking," Desmond replied. It was a vague answer and Shayla would not be able to even come close to comprehending what Naar had in mind for Terra.
"You will be given a position of respect when that time comes. And as for contacting me," Desmond said as he looked pointedly at Shayla's hand; the one he had placed a coin in.
"Call my name and I will come," he said. "In one form or another, or if I am unavailable I will send another of the Naari to aid you." A single chuckle sounded low in the back of his throat.
"Do take care with the elven man. Remember that he is important, Shayla." Desmond walked away from the woman. Not a single footprint trailed behind him.
In the distance, Pathos was restringing his fishing pole. He was having a difficult time not snagging on the coral beneath the water's surface. A slew of curses flew from his mouth.
... the fish he had caught earlier flopped until it caught in the tide and then swam away.
"You will be given a position of respect when that time comes. And as for contacting me," Desmond said as he looked pointedly at Shayla's hand; the one he had placed a coin in.
"Call my name and I will come," he said. "In one form or another, or if I am unavailable I will send another of the Naari to aid you." A single chuckle sounded low in the back of his throat.
"Do take care with the elven man. Remember that he is important, Shayla." Desmond walked away from the woman. Not a single footprint trailed behind him.
In the distance, Pathos was restringing his fishing pole. He was having a difficult time not snagging on the coral beneath the water's surface. A slew of curses flew from his mouth.
... the fish he had caught earlier flopped until it caught in the tide and then swam away.
Shayla merely smiled as Desmond began to walk away. "I shall remember. Come and visit me soon, I hope that you won't need to feel so formal next time, Mr. Bornholdt." She said, teasing him of course. She gave the coin a squeeze before securing it in a braided necklace that she tucked inside her shirt.
Soon she was walking across the white sand over to Pathos, though her eyes were on the fish he had captured. The elf truly seemed to be an idiot. So she was to use him to her advantage when the time came, hm? She sat down next to where the elf stood restringing his pole. "So, you've never given me a name to call you, Master." She said softly, her eyes gazing longingly out in the distance. "I'm Shayla." She flashed a soft smile in his direction, despite all the curses. "I can help you with that, if you wish."
Soon she was walking across the white sand over to Pathos, though her eyes were on the fish he had captured. The elf truly seemed to be an idiot. So she was to use him to her advantage when the time came, hm? She sat down next to where the elf stood restringing his pole. "So, you've never given me a name to call you, Master." She said softly, her eyes gazing longingly out in the distance. "I'm Shayla." She flashed a soft smile in his direction, despite all the curses. "I can help you with that, if you wish."
The setting changes from Merrishore Beach to Pryholt Ruins
The storm of sand died. The sand began to move across the ground and gather into a mound. Each and every single piece of sand began building the figure of the woman. When it was complete, Neria was stood in the ruins. When her eyes opened, the sand assassin began to move.
She searched for signs of the daemons, the Ork, and the dragon. It was the Ork that she had found first. The woman stopped and decided upon which path to take. Neria could leave him to his own devices or she could assist the green-skin. The nature of good in her compelled the woman to aid the Ork but the cold-hearted killer inside Neria said to walk away.
Neria's mouth twisted beneath her mask. She sheathed her enchanted blades and reached for the unconscious Ork. Several curses later and kicks to his body, Neria was able to drag him to a crumbling building inside the ruins.
It must have at one time been a cathedral. The skeletons of the building outlined a massive arched roof. There were metallic pews lined up through the middle of the room, some where scattered or overturned, even missing altogether. An altar lay crumbling as the center piece of the entire room. There was a rusted statue of some woman with wings and a robe draped over her body.
Neria dropped Grogthal onto the ground, or the half she had been lugging behind her. She slumped against a wall, and laid her head against it. She closed her eyes for a moment as sweat trickled down her temples.
She searched for signs of the daemons, the Ork, and the dragon. It was the Ork that she had found first. The woman stopped and decided upon which path to take. Neria could leave him to his own devices or she could assist the green-skin. The nature of good in her compelled the woman to aid the Ork but the cold-hearted killer inside Neria said to walk away.
Neria's mouth twisted beneath her mask. She sheathed her enchanted blades and reached for the unconscious Ork. Several curses later and kicks to his body, Neria was able to drag him to a crumbling building inside the ruins.
It must have at one time been a cathedral. The skeletons of the building outlined a massive arched roof. There were metallic pews lined up through the middle of the room, some where scattered or overturned, even missing altogether. An altar lay crumbling as the center piece of the entire room. There was a rusted statue of some woman with wings and a robe draped over her body.
Neria dropped Grogthal onto the ground, or the half she had been lugging behind her. She slumped against a wall, and laid her head against it. She closed her eyes for a moment as sweat trickled down her temples.
A few short moments after Neria had dropped him, the Ork had awakened. Not quite in his senses yet, he lumbers up on hands and knees and looks around, taking in his surroundings. He thought for a moment he was in a shrine to Agramak; which, commonly, were little more than shrines to other Gods that were destroyed by war parties.
He slowly became aware of the figure resting against the wall nearby. He didn't recognize her. Certainly not a Legionnaire, judging by her attire. He stares at her for a moment. As an Ork, he was pretty much attracted to anything that looked female, and, in his semi-delirious state, he couldn't keep the wide, lecherous grin off his face.
She wasn't an Ork, of course, which would always be a personal preference. As such he didn't do anything beyond thank Agramak for the salvation and the gift. Blinking himself brighter, somewhat, he realizes he wasn't looking at a gift, but an actual person.
Sitting up, then falling back onto his rump, he grunts a couple Orkish curses before rubbing his head. He became acutely aware of the mass of dried blood around his nose at that point, and he looks at the woman again.
"Who are you, then," he finally says, his voice deep and rough, and surprisingly well-spoken in Common.
He slowly became aware of the figure resting against the wall nearby. He didn't recognize her. Certainly not a Legionnaire, judging by her attire. He stares at her for a moment. As an Ork, he was pretty much attracted to anything that looked female, and, in his semi-delirious state, he couldn't keep the wide, lecherous grin off his face.
She wasn't an Ork, of course, which would always be a personal preference. As such he didn't do anything beyond thank Agramak for the salvation and the gift. Blinking himself brighter, somewhat, he realizes he wasn't looking at a gift, but an actual person.
Sitting up, then falling back onto his rump, he grunts a couple Orkish curses before rubbing his head. He became acutely aware of the mass of dried blood around his nose at that point, and he looks at the woman again.
"Who are you, then," he finally says, his voice deep and rough, and surprisingly well-spoken in Common.
The setting changes from Pryholt Ruins to Valhaven
After leaving camp, Al'Kaera's group had traveled to Midton, deep through the Vertgold Woods. With Nachytsm as a guardian and Ana as a guide, Al'Kaera felt safe enough walking with his wife, holding her hand firmly as she held onto the pommel of Abbil with her other hand. Dejah had lent the horse to Maree, and Abbil was very gentle with his new rider.
The man was still deep in thought, his eyes the dull gray they had been since he arrived on Terra. The heavy burdens places upon him only seemed to grow, despite- or perhaps because of- all that he had lost. He was almost lost on how to proceed. Only the dire quest they took up allowed him to retain his bearings.
He had spoken privately to a few of his people before they left. Jarlas, in particular, got a stern talking to, with a promise for more later. Apparently the man had been on Terra for months before Al'Kaera and company arrived. He wondered how many others of his people might be lost in these lands.
And then there was the curious Ana. She had clearly taken a liking to Nachytsm, and had some interesting knowledge of his preferences and the like. It was almost as if she had known him in the past, but she was not anyone Al'Kaera recognized- and he had a fairly good memory for Elves. He hadn't managed to speak with her, particularly, with her ahead of the group guiding them along. He almost felt that she was avoiding him.
Perhaps he was just superstitious. In a rare moment, he allows himself a smile and speaks in a low tone to Maree about the natural smells and sounds of the forest around them, and describes to her some of the more interesting foliage. While she may have wandered these woods for aeons for all he knew, they were new to him.
The man was still deep in thought, his eyes the dull gray they had been since he arrived on Terra. The heavy burdens places upon him only seemed to grow, despite- or perhaps because of- all that he had lost. He was almost lost on how to proceed. Only the dire quest they took up allowed him to retain his bearings.
He had spoken privately to a few of his people before they left. Jarlas, in particular, got a stern talking to, with a promise for more later. Apparently the man had been on Terra for months before Al'Kaera and company arrived. He wondered how many others of his people might be lost in these lands.
And then there was the curious Ana. She had clearly taken a liking to Nachytsm, and had some interesting knowledge of his preferences and the like. It was almost as if she had known him in the past, but she was not anyone Al'Kaera recognized- and he had a fairly good memory for Elves. He hadn't managed to speak with her, particularly, with her ahead of the group guiding them along. He almost felt that she was avoiding him.
Perhaps he was just superstitious. In a rare moment, he allows himself a smile and speaks in a low tone to Maree about the natural smells and sounds of the forest around them, and describes to her some of the more interesting foliage. While she may have wandered these woods for aeons for all he knew, they were new to him.
The setting changes from Valhaven to Merrishore Beach
The line on his pole was a tangled mess; a ball of chaos. Pathos grumbled and threw it down to the ground. Of course a woman wouldn't know how to make a proper pole! She probably just figured it was a piece of wood with some string attached!
"Stop callin' me master!" Pathos yelled at her. He looked surprised for yelling at her for a split second before Pathos's eyes drifted down to the pole.
"Jus' Pathos'll be fine," he murmured beneath his breath. He gave the woman another glance before he took out his flask. He drank deeply from it and sat his behind down on the sandy shore. Pathos closed his eyes and listened to the sounds of the ocean against the beach.
"Ye can really bring dead people back t'life?" His question was a very small whisper, almost as if he were thinking to ask the question and not really asking it to Shayla.
"Stop callin' me master!" Pathos yelled at her. He looked surprised for yelling at her for a split second before Pathos's eyes drifted down to the pole.
"Jus' Pathos'll be fine," he murmured beneath his breath. He gave the woman another glance before he took out his flask. He drank deeply from it and sat his behind down on the sandy shore. Pathos closed his eyes and listened to the sounds of the ocean against the beach.
"Ye can really bring dead people back t'life?" His question was a very small whisper, almost as if he were thinking to ask the question and not really asking it to Shayla.
The setting changes from Merrishore Beach to Pryholt Ruins
"Good," Neria said without opening her eyes. "You are alive. I would have been very disappointed if you had died after I drug you body through the ruins. You could stand to lose some weight, Ork," the assassin said before she opened her eyes. The look Neria gave to the Ork wasn't a pleasing one.
"Who I am is none of your business, green-skin," Neria answered the Ork as she stood up from the debris covered ground. "I am just the person that saved your life and nothing more. I do not need to be thanked," she said, gesturing with her hand to stop him if he wanted to speak.
Neria turned her back to the Ork. An array of strange markings and symbols were tattooed into her skin in red ink. They were transmutation circles. The woman was staring out through a hole in the wall (there were many) and she was scanning for the daemons and the dragon.
"Who I am is none of your business, green-skin," Neria answered the Ork as she stood up from the debris covered ground. "I am just the person that saved your life and nothing more. I do not need to be thanked," she said, gesturing with her hand to stop him if he wanted to speak.
Neria turned her back to the Ork. An array of strange markings and symbols were tattooed into her skin in red ink. They were transmutation circles. The woman was staring out through a hole in the wall (there were many) and she was scanning for the daemons and the dragon.
The setting changes from Pryholt Ruins to Merrishore Beach
The woman took the pole and began to unravel the string, the smile never fading off her lips as she unraveled it. She was not phased by him yelling at her, nor was she angry. Simply indifferent. "Well, it is nice to meet you Pathos." Her tone was as sweet as honey.
Concentrating on the string, she pulled one strand after another until the knots came loose. "I have before." She said in a way that seemed she wasn't really paying attention. "In the past, I've brought the dead back to life. But it shouldn't matter to you, you've already decided not to ask me to do so for her. Whoever she was." Never mind the fact the trick she truly did was create a copy of whoever the person who asked the question so that they'd believe she'd brought them to life. Of course, all this was done at a price to the person who did ask.
With the pole unraveled, she held it to him silently, her feathered ears flicking slightly.
Concentrating on the string, she pulled one strand after another until the knots came loose. "I have before." She said in a way that seemed she wasn't really paying attention. "In the past, I've brought the dead back to life. But it shouldn't matter to you, you've already decided not to ask me to do so for her. Whoever she was." Never mind the fact the trick she truly did was create a copy of whoever the person who asked the question so that they'd believe she'd brought them to life. Of course, all this was done at a price to the person who did ask.
With the pole unraveled, she held it to him silently, her feathered ears flicking slightly.
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The Lumina
The followers of Dhaelhel, The Old God of the Sky, and those that seek to prevent Naar rising into absolute power in order to preserve Terra.
The Naari
The followers of Naar. They wish to see Naar rise into his full glory so that Terra will be thrown into absolute Eternal Chaos.
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Kestrad Berle
A demon hunter from the City of Graves in Weston.
Jon
A wandering satyr cartographer.
Shayla Knosis
'Please.. It is our right to extort everyone by any means.'
The Guardian
'Our lives are given meaning in the beginning.. It just may take time for that meaning to be seen.'
Curtana Lierre
[quote]Sometimes, you just have to travel the road that's not there.[/quote]
Neria Imat-Rak
A sand assassin from the wastelands from the Raktakash Sand Tribe.
Pathos Methedon
A broken elf, he wanders through the worlds for a calling or a purpose.
Eve Nocturne
A ghost from Maree's past and the very reason that Naar was able to come to Terra.
Dejah Thoris
A wandering nomadic woman who lives in the woods.
Lady Samsara
A seeker of Fame. She'll throw herself into any adventure as long as she can go down into the record books.
Trending
Dhaelhel
The Old God of the Sky.
The Guardian
'Our lives are given meaning in the beginning.. It just may take time for that meaning to be seen.'
Desmond Bornholdt
A daemon from Arcanum, an avatar of Naar; the Old God of Death and Decay.
Lady Samsara
A seeker of Fame. She'll throw herself into any adventure as long as she can go down into the record books.
Techno-Engineer Glixenheimer Jibbnoticous
The three foot five, fifty three pound, white haired little man that is Techno-Engineering Assassin Glixenheimer Bolargian Jibbnoticous. Seems a bit eccentric, and usually has a number of devices on his person.
Anaree Keegan
A young elven girl with bright eyes, an unmatched curiosity, and an unstoppable charm.
Dejah Thoris
A wandering nomadic woman who lives in the woods.
Naar
The Old God of Death and Decay.
Molko
One of the two remaining members of the Firestorm Clan. A stout Dwarf, modest height of four-foot-six. He is still young, being only forty-seven, with bright blue eyes and a bushy black beard.
Adella Harmond
A once mortal woman who had been told that one day her life would end before it had even begun.
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Neria Imat-Rak
A sand assassin from the wastelands from the Raktakash Sand Tribe.
Shayla Knosis
'Please.. It is our right to extort everyone by any means.'
Dejah Thoris
A wandering nomadic woman who lives in the woods.
Eve Nocturne
A ghost from Maree's past and the very reason that Naar was able to come to Terra.
Techno-Engineer Glixenheimer Jibbnoticous
The three foot five, fifty three pound, white haired little man that is Techno-Engineering Assassin Glixenheimer Bolargian Jibbnoticous. Seems a bit eccentric, and usually has a number of devices on his person.
Kestrad Berle
A demon hunter from the City of Graves in Weston.
Naar
The Old God of Death and Decay.
Vashal
Wielder of Destruction.
Grogthal
An Ork Warrior, formerly of the Nalinathrian Legions.
Jarlas
The currently deceased man known as Jarlas Fraiture; Mysterious in his ways, but DEAD sexy to the ladies. See what I did there?
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The Western most continent of Terra.
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Midton ↪ Merrishore Beach Owner: Maree
A wide expanse of beach east of Metropolis City.
51 posts · 6 characters present · last post 2013-08-02 16:24:27 »
Weston ↪ Lochway Forest (East) Owner: Aderas
The eastern quarter of the Lochway forest.
50 posts · 3 characters present · last post 2013-08-02 15:50:08 »
City 18 is a massive city that extends down to the mantle of Terra. The living conditions in the desert forced the citizens of City 18 to move underground.
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Vertgold Woods ↪ Valhaven Owner: Maree
A small abandoned fort hidden inside the Vertgold Woods.
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Weston ↪ Lochway Forest Owner: Maree
An dense expanse of forest that skirts around the Pryholt Ruins. It shows the recent scars of a vast fire.
12 posts · 4 characters present · last post 2013-07-17 20:38:52 »
The ruins of a city. It is now the sanctuary for the Xhes and Fallen Sylaen.
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Weston ↪ Pryholt Ruins Owner: Maree
Pryholt; once a great city that now lays in ruins. It was the hub of technology but is comprised of nothing but rubble and crumbling towers.
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Terra's lone satellite. It is inhabited with many sprawling dome cities on and below the surface. A massive space dock is the hub of activity.
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The Southern most continent of Terra.
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The Eastern most continent of Terra.
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A continent in the middle of four other continents. It lays in the heart of Terra and is the largest continent on the planet.
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The Northern most continent of Terra.
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The Capitol City of Sovanala; home to the great winged warriors called the Damia.
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A floating landmass dominated by a winged race called the Sylaen.
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A habitable and relatively peaceful planet in the Sol System. It has one moon and a livable atmosphere.
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The Chrysalis Caverns is an expanse of interconnected caves inside the Northrend Mountains.
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Midton ↪ Metropolis City Owner: Maree
Metropolis City is an enormous city that expands over a hundred square miles. It is a clash of cultures, people and beings, creatures of all kinds, and even, time itself.
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Midton ↪ Vertgold Woods Owner: Maree
A peaceful woods located on the northern most edge of Midton. It stretches down from the mountains in Northton and continues for several hundreds of miles.
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A sacred expanse of rocky desert dominated by the Raktakash nomads.
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Northton ↪ Northrend Mountains Owner: Maree
A dangerous range of mountains. The peaks are always covered in snow and the nights can be deadly.
