Setting
A land Overseen by Creator Maxwell.
Minimap
northwest |
north |
northeast |
west |
You are here. |
east |
southwest |
south |
southeast |
Mistral is a part of 
Grand Gaia.
3 Characters Here
Outsider Owru [175] An inquisitive being with the strangest personality problem.
Vargas [175] "The gods are not to be feared!"
Outsider Mal [79] In some twisted form of reality comedy is just a cosmic horror with a lot of bad puns tacked onto it.
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Selena stops in her tracks and closes her eyes. He disappeared, temporary blink? Teleport? Invisibility? She simply stood still as the ice rain continued to fall.
Selena does not open her eyes as the tendrils grasp her. Without even moving a blast of ice exploded from her being easily destroying the tendrils grabbing her. She simply dusts her dress off before opening her eyes as the rain of ice dissipated leaving the ground frozen.
Selena simply sighs as she starts to sink. "This will be troublesome to wash off.." She then simply freezed the liquid around her and uses the solid ground to pull herself out and jump back away from the liquid. He continues to hide, however she closed her eyes once more.
Selena opened her eyes as he senses another thing but before she cuts it she actually takes the note and reads it. A thanks...Like that will solve what he did to her. Stabbing her sword in the ground, a trail of ice goes into the ground and begins to track where Herobrine was hiding in the ground. Or if not tracks to wherever he was hiding around.
"So you were staying hidden to gather your power...Then shall the battle truly begin?" Selena speaks as he tapped into more of her magic and soon the area around them was now surrounded by small snowstorm created by her magic.
"I also dislike to fight, however with all these feelings you forced me to remember and playing all these tricks really did not sit well with me...so think of this as revenge. You wanted to start something so you best accept the consequences of your actions." Selena spoke, however she seemed less angry than before. A good sign maybe?
Selena simply smiles lightly. "Or you could have just said one simple word..." She sheathed her sword as the blizzard died down. "A simple sorry would have sufficed. I guess I am not as mad as I originally thought...vengeance was always Magress's thing...never mine. How I pitied him...a man so full of vengeance it ended up consuming him in the end." She sighed as she looked up at the sky.
Selena crosses her arms. "Still waiting for you to say that one word..." She waved his hand away. She also pretends she did not hear him just call her small.
Selena simply nodded. "Thank you. However with all the time we wasted...We will have to set up camp here. I have no tent with me so get comfortable on some rocks or grass." She sighed as she walked off to a nice soft patch of grass and laid down to relax for the moment. Of course, she was not going to get cold so she did not have to worry about blankets.
"Yeah...no. After the stunt you pulled today I will not be asking for your pillow tail. Honestly, I enjoy the grass more...Its just...really...nice..." She smiled softly as she pushed away the tail and stared at the night sky. Although she remembers all the horrible things, she still remembers her friend...and how they would play together all the time then they would lie down like this hands together...She would carry on...for her sake, and for the others when the time arose.
Her eyes soon began to droop closed. If only the other five were here...it would have been great...of course, it was a little sad they were all gone...
Her eyes soon began to droop closed. If only the other five were here...it would have been great...of course, it was a little sad they were all gone...
Out from the other end of the gateway emerges a pale white alien figure, this aspect of Owru is somewhat less humanoid, lacking a mouth, possesses two long emotive antennae, three large bright blue soulful eyes, has four arms each with three-fingered hands including thumbs, two thick legs sporting long two-toed feet, a smooth long tail, and a glimmering translucent cape-like attachment to her back. Despite her malleable alien appearance, she possessed little ambiguity in her morphology as to gender... though certainly not as pronounced as the more monstrous Laadan. This was Owru, the Ego, the prime mind.
Upon exiting the portal, aloft in the air she extended her right foot gracefully... or would have been graceful had she not miscalculated her exit velocity, tripped on a rock, and crashing cartoonishly into the ground, bouncing three times, once on her face and twice on her rear. She sits there for a moment in the grass, physically unmarred, yet embarrassment welling up inside flushing her face into a soft shade of red. Then with wide glimmering eyes as she stares out over the starlit planes then looking up at the starry skies itself arching back further and further before plopping over onto her back.
"O-oh," her voice squeaks as she reaches out with her hand only to feel a breeze that blows her antennae. She squints her eyes as a girlish giggle escapes... wherever a mouth should be. "So cool!"
Upon exiting the portal, aloft in the air she extended her right foot gracefully... or would have been graceful had she not miscalculated her exit velocity, tripped on a rock, and crashing cartoonishly into the ground, bouncing three times, once on her face and twice on her rear. She sits there for a moment in the grass, physically unmarred, yet embarrassment welling up inside flushing her face into a soft shade of red. Then with wide glimmering eyes as she stares out over the starlit planes then looking up at the starry skies itself arching back further and further before plopping over onto her back.
"O-oh," her voice squeaks as she reaches out with her hand only to feel a breeze that blows her antennae. She squints her eyes as a girlish giggle escapes... wherever a mouth should be. "So cool!"
Herobrine wakes up to the sudden change of energy, he sensed someone who wasn't from this world, he got up and started to walk around, after an hour of searching he heard a voice and he followed it, he got closer and closer he didn't see anything until he looked down, he saw someone who looked very strange, " hello" he said in a demonic tone, he hoped he didn't scare them, " my name is Herobrine what's your name?" He asked hoping to not scare the person.
The portal began to shift again, like a pebble crashing into the pond of space-time. The first to exit the portal after Owru was a tall, long-limbed skeleton, it's only clothes being an odd-green loincloth and a red bandana. It's eyeholes were big and circular, as if it were staring into a faraway place. It's skull was unlike the usual skull with the lower jaw, as it seemed to have a face, albeit a dry but stretchy one. On it's back was a magnificent, glowing sword with strange runes etched into it's blade. It would look down at the alien that had exited the portal before him and mutter, "Blimey, are you alright?"
The second newcomer was oddly cuboid, seemingly male, and rather bulky, as if his arms were made out of tree trunks. The left arm, however, was metal and jointed, painted silver and blue. He wore a simple black shirt with an angular "R" on it and a cap worn backwards. His eyes were two black beads with white irises, as if the colour scheme of his eyes were put on backwards.
The third was... a duck. He was about the same height as the cuboid figure, but significantly less built. He wore a red shirt displaying a custard pie in motion, brown shorts and unneccesarily flashy trainers. The duck himself was sea-green with an orange beak. On his back was a yellow backpack, seemingly filled with whatever a walking duck would bring with him.
The fourth and probably final figure to leave the portal was much less detailed than the other three, but was more significant in the fact that, quite simply, he was a crude stick figure. He gave the impression that he was both two and three-dimensional, as if he was cut out of a giant piece of paper. He was slightly shorter than the others, with a circular head, two lines for eyes and a both-sideways-and-forward mohawk. There was nothing much in terms of anatomy, as he was simply a bunch of drawn lines and a circle, but the only thing he wore was a pair of orange trunks. On his back, as if glued on, was a comically large pencil.
The four strange newcomers would all regard the fallen being and then look up at the figure in front of them. It was male, looking around his teens, but something was off about him that they couldn't put their finger on.
The stick figure would be the first to talk. "Uh, sorry about this, but do you know where we are?" His way of speaking had a friendly undertone to it, rather off of the group's hero-like aura.
The second newcomer was oddly cuboid, seemingly male, and rather bulky, as if his arms were made out of tree trunks. The left arm, however, was metal and jointed, painted silver and blue. He wore a simple black shirt with an angular "R" on it and a cap worn backwards. His eyes were two black beads with white irises, as if the colour scheme of his eyes were put on backwards.
The third was... a duck. He was about the same height as the cuboid figure, but significantly less built. He wore a red shirt displaying a custard pie in motion, brown shorts and unneccesarily flashy trainers. The duck himself was sea-green with an orange beak. On his back was a yellow backpack, seemingly filled with whatever a walking duck would bring with him.
The fourth and probably final figure to leave the portal was much less detailed than the other three, but was more significant in the fact that, quite simply, he was a crude stick figure. He gave the impression that he was both two and three-dimensional, as if he was cut out of a giant piece of paper. He was slightly shorter than the others, with a circular head, two lines for eyes and a both-sideways-and-forward mohawk. There was nothing much in terms of anatomy, as he was simply a bunch of drawn lines and a circle, but the only thing he wore was a pair of orange trunks. On his back, as if glued on, was a comically large pencil.
The four strange newcomers would all regard the fallen being and then look up at the figure in front of them. It was male, looking around his teens, but something was off about him that they couldn't put their finger on.
The stick figure would be the first to talk. "Uh, sorry about this, but do you know where we are?" His way of speaking had a friendly undertone to it, rather off of the group's hero-like aura.