Setting
The Cell is where the monks placed people for solitary meditation. The walls are thick and lichen covered. There is a constant drip of brackish water along one side. A small pit has been carved in the center of the room with several candle holders built into the walls. A musty and tattered mat is in the center of the pit.
The Cell
The Cell is where the monks placed people for solitary meditation. The walls are thick and lichen covered. There is a constant drip of brackish water along one side. A small pit has been carved in the center of the room with several candle holders built into the walls. A musty and tattered mat is in the center of the pit.
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The Cell is a part of 
The Ruins.
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Albertine Fox [19] Searching. Restlessly searching.
The Hyperborean Wanderer [18] The Cosmos are bigger than initially anticipated.
Blaze Zaphyr [3] An assassin, a killer, a mourner.
Ansel Nigel Drachen [2] recluseive artist, with baggage
Asxvene [2] A god of animals. Can shape-shift.
Formositas [1] a young female dragon. she is able to transform into a human, but isnt skilled enough to fully transform. http://i631.photobucket.com/albums/uu32/dead_doll_loveless/Female_Dragon.jpg
Juoko Anttila [1]
The Faceless Man [0] Flesh & Blood
Zanacha Piitill [0] Force-Sensitive Bounty Hunter and Assassin
Misa West [0]
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Albertine's arms were crossed, and her lips were drawn into a thin line. The woman was looking down into the cell with utter and complete disappointment. After hours- hours- of searching the ruins she hadn't even found one valuable. It was maddening. She had come to the cell in flat hopes that she would find something, but...
Alas.
Kicking at a small rock, she scoffed, hands placed atop her hips. "What a waste!" she spat, leaning against one of the walls, defeated. She barely felt the chill from the stone permeate her bare skin. The merroian were used to cold weather, after all, and in the dead of winter Albertine was wearing a pair of long pants, a sleeveless fur vest, and a grey cowl. She never needed much, but she did need some kind of income... which she did not have going for her at the moment.
Alas.
Kicking at a small rock, she scoffed, hands placed atop her hips. "What a waste!" she spat, leaning against one of the walls, defeated. She barely felt the chill from the stone permeate her bare skin. The merroian were used to cold weather, after all, and in the dead of winter Albertine was wearing a pair of long pants, a sleeveless fur vest, and a grey cowl. She never needed much, but she did need some kind of income... which she did not have going for her at the moment.
The rock skittered across the stone floor and revealed the faded remains of some kind of symbol that had been covered in dust. The paint used was crusty and obviously very old. It appeared as a circle in the middle of a triangle. In the center of the circle was scrap of old fabric with drawings on it. Maybe an incantation, or directions. Only mention of a place. Hyperborea.
To the learned individual, they would know that Hyperborea was a land of people in the far north that was described frequently in Greek mythology. A place where the sun never sets, the muse never sleeps, and the lovers never tire. A veritable paradise. Though it was only stories.
At least, that's what the scholars thought.
The symbols on the fabric indicated some kind of blood sacrifice, cut from the flesh of a living creature. Only a drop would open the seal.
To the learned individual, they would know that Hyperborea was a land of people in the far north that was described frequently in Greek mythology. A place where the sun never sets, the muse never sleeps, and the lovers never tire. A veritable paradise. Though it was only stories.
At least, that's what the scholars thought.
The symbols on the fabric indicated some kind of blood sacrifice, cut from the flesh of a living creature. Only a drop would open the seal.
Albertine let her gaze rest on the symbol in the corner, making her way towards it with an eyebrow raised. "Well, how in the world did I miss you?" she mumbled to herself as she bend down to look at the symbol more closely. Her fingertips ran over it, trying to figure out the directions.
"... blood sacrifice, huh? Well, I wonder." She ran her fingers together, then pulled her hand back to her belt, where there was a sword, , a smaller knife, a satchel, and a canteen. She took the canteen and poured a few drops over the symbol. "Could just be the moisture, yeah? Unless there's some fancy-pants mechanism that can detect the blood... or some kinda magic." She waited.
Nothing.
"Oh, fer fuck's sake," she hissed, bringing out the knife. "This better not bring out some demon or sumpin, because I swear." Pricking the tip of her finger, she pressed just below the cut to bring out some blood, dripping it out onto the symbol. "Monks were peaceful 'n all dah, right? Yeah, couldn't be no demon..."
"... blood sacrifice, huh? Well, I wonder." She ran her fingers together, then pulled her hand back to her belt, where there was a sword, , a smaller knife, a satchel, and a canteen. She took the canteen and poured a few drops over the symbol. "Could just be the moisture, yeah? Unless there's some fancy-pants mechanism that can detect the blood... or some kinda magic." She waited.
Nothing.
"Oh, fer fuck's sake," she hissed, bringing out the knife. "This better not bring out some demon or sumpin, because I swear." Pricking the tip of her finger, she pressed just below the cut to bring out some blood, dripping it out onto the symbol. "Monks were peaceful 'n all dah, right? Yeah, couldn't be no demon..."
The dripping crack in the ceiling seemed to stop. As a matter of fact, it was as if there was no sound at all for what seemed like ages. A loud wind rushed through the ruins and rushed into the small room. It was as if her blood had summoned a hurricane. Voices. Voices. There were voices echoing through the tunnels. Screams and the clashing of iron. The average person would need to have a good hand hold or the wind could push them over at this point. A strange white line rose up from center of the symbols on the ground and slowly dilated. Within a great struggle could be seen. A war.
There was a blast, followed by a deep black sphere cannoning out of the rift only to collide with the wall of the room. Dark purple and black crystals spread along the rock as if were suffocating it and cracking the stone beneath its weight. A bright light flashed into the room, and then nothing. Complete darkness accompanied only by the rasping breath of someone, or something, other than Albertine.
There was a blast, followed by a deep black sphere cannoning out of the rift only to collide with the wall of the room. Dark purple and black crystals spread along the rock as if were suffocating it and cracking the stone beneath its weight. A bright light flashed into the room, and then nothing. Complete darkness accompanied only by the rasping breath of someone, or something, other than Albertine.
"You've got to be kiddin' me! I had a feelin' this wasn't going t'go well!" spat Albertine as the wind rushed by. She drew her sword, which glowed a cold cyan that softly illuminated the walls of the cell, and crouched low to avoid being bowled over. One hand drew her cowl over her ears in a vain attempt to block out the terrible sounds that had flowed around her with the wind. She was knocked onto her knees, and as a caution the woman held the sword away from her.
Albertine cringed as she heard the blast, wrinkles forming at the sides of her eyes that were closed more tightly than welded, steel doors. She kept her head down and had the sword in her grip so desperately that her knuckles whitened and drained of blood.
And then... then everything just stopped. A few seconds passed before the woman rose her head, looking behind her. She rolled onto her back, holding the sword up at the source of the sound. Something had joined her. That much she could gather in her shock. Something that was her own fault.
Albertine cringed as she heard the blast, wrinkles forming at the sides of her eyes that were closed more tightly than welded, steel doors. She kept her head down and had the sword in her grip so desperately that her knuckles whitened and drained of blood.
And then... then everything just stopped. A few seconds passed before the woman rose her head, looking behind her. She rolled onto her back, holding the sword up at the source of the sound. Something had joined her. That much she could gather in her shock. Something that was her own fault.
The being laid there in what appeared to be the armor of a warrior. A strange black suit stretched around the being's body and seemed to serve as underclothes. On top of this were obsidian colored plates of real armor. A breastplate, gauntlets, boots, and greaves covered its body. On its head hit wore a strange helmet with two eyeholes. The visor was too fogged up from the change in temperature so not only could it not see but there was no way to see in.
The life form shuddered, and the noise of it moving would make almost no noise despite the armor that it wore. It moved its arms about almost lazily. It had no energy. "Δεν έχω μεγάλη εμπιστοσύνη σε αυτό το μεταφραστής" It spoke with a raspy voice, or was it voices? Was there more than one being in that suit of armor?
There was only one way to find out.
The life form shuddered, and the noise of it moving would make almost no noise despite the armor that it wore. It moved its arms about almost lazily. It had no energy. "Δεν έχω μεγάλη εμπιστοσύνη σε αυτό το μεταφραστής" It spoke with a raspy voice, or was it voices? Was there more than one being in that suit of armor?
There was only one way to find out.
Albertine ground her feet onto the floor and pushed herself backwards as the thing, or rather, what she found out to be a person, spoke. It was not a language she understood, no. She knew two languages only, and that wasn't even close to one of them. She kept her sword on him, the gem in the hilt glowing more strongly still from her fear. She only just managed to get onto her feet.
"Stay," she said, first in a shaky whisper. "St-stay were you are... especially if you can understand me..." Then again, a sword pointed at your face was a sort of universal way of saying "Don't come closer to me."
"Stay," she said, first in a shaky whisper. "St-stay were you are... especially if you can understand me..." Then again, a sword pointed at your face was a sort of universal way of saying "Don't come closer to me."
The being's head slowly looked towards the light, "Calm yourself, being." It said, rising slowly. It had it's arm on what appeared to be a sword of its own. "I wouldn't make any moves with that sword unless you're ready to be ended."
The helmet drew back from the being's head without him having to touch it and seemed to fold into the armor. The dark crystals that covered the walls suddenly lit up a purple light that illuminated the room. It showed the being to be a man. Or at least, to have the appearance of a man. His eyes were black pits with no discernible features, and his skin more pale than the moon. His head turned for a moment to see where the glow was coming from. His eyes widened.
He spun around and made to grab her. If he was successful he'd throw her around the corner and dive himself after her. This would hopefully save them both from the explosion that would more than likely decimate the room they'd been standing in.
The helmet drew back from the being's head without him having to touch it and seemed to fold into the armor. The dark crystals that covered the walls suddenly lit up a purple light that illuminated the room. It showed the being to be a man. Or at least, to have the appearance of a man. His eyes were black pits with no discernible features, and his skin more pale than the moon. His head turned for a moment to see where the glow was coming from. His eyes widened.
He spun around and made to grab her. If he was successful he'd throw her around the corner and dive himself after her. This would hopefully save them both from the explosion that would more than likely decimate the room they'd been standing in.
"I can hold my own against someone with a sword, if that's what you think. Who in all of Terra a-"
Before she could even finish her sentence, he'd grabbed her. He had looked away and she had lowered her guard just a squick, but it was enough for him to make the grab and throw her, a good weightly bit of her, around the corner. She landed very unceremoniously on her backside, and the sword went sprawling out of her grip. "... who do you think you are?! I-" she began, before once again being interrupted by the large explosion.
She was silent for a while after that. Well, for all of five seconds, which was a long time for the merroian woman.
Before she could even finish her sentence, he'd grabbed her. He had looked away and she had lowered her guard just a squick, but it was enough for him to make the grab and throw her, a good weightly bit of her, around the corner. She landed very unceremoniously on her backside, and the sword went sprawling out of her grip. "... who do you think you are?! I-" she began, before once again being interrupted by the large explosion.
She was silent for a while after that. Well, for all of five seconds, which was a long time for the merroian woman.
"I can hold my own against someone with a sword, if that's what you think. Who in all of Terra a-"
Before she could even finish her sentence, he'd grabbed her. He had looked away and she had lowered her guard just a squick, but it was enough for him to make the grab and throw her, a good weightly bit of her, around the corner. She landed very unceremoniously on her backside, and the sword went sprawling out of her grip. "... who do you think you are?! I-" she began, before once again being interrupted by the large explosion.
She was silent for a while after that. Well, for all of five seconds, which was a long time for the merroian woman.
Before she could even finish her sentence, he'd grabbed her. He had looked away and she had lowered her guard just a squick, but it was enough for him to make the grab and throw her, a good weightly bit of her, around the corner. She landed very unceremoniously on her backside, and the sword went sprawling out of her grip. "... who do you think you are?! I-" she began, before once again being interrupted by the large explosion.
She was silent for a while after that. Well, for all of five seconds, which was a long time for the merroian woman.
The man quickly got back up on his feet, and stood over her. He held out his hand in case she needed any help standing, but seemed to keep his eyes facing away. He'd assumed she was of a rough sort so it's not like he was concerned for her, more like just trying to be polite.
"I'm sorry, but that Expanding Crystalline Detonator would've killed us both had I not done something." He said, offering a sly smirk. The light was slowly fading again from the crystals and once again they were plunged into relative darkness.
"I carry the name Andros, may I know yours?" He asked. When he spoke there were three or four distinct voices that spoke with him. For someone who'd just been wrenched from his plane of existence he was surprisingly calm.
"I'm sorry, but that Expanding Crystalline Detonator would've killed us both had I not done something." He said, offering a sly smirk. The light was slowly fading again from the crystals and once again they were plunged into relative darkness.
"I carry the name Andros, may I know yours?" He asked. When he spoke there were three or four distinct voices that spoke with him. For someone who'd just been wrenched from his plane of existence he was surprisingly calm.
Albertine narrowed her eyes at the man, sliding on her back toward where she had dropped her sword, away from him. She never took his eyes as she retrieved the item, not even once. Her hand clapped the ground several times before she found the hilt, grasped it, and stuck it into its scabbard. She stood up, arms at her sides. She was certainly of a rough sort. She was not very slender as most human women were. The muscles in her arms were evident as she tensed.
"... well. I can't say I'm not grateful to some extent," she mumbled, keeping a respectable distance away from him. "Though I can't very well judge since you come out of some whirly-swirly portal, no doubt summoned from that little... plate... thing..." She frowned, thinking about it. She'd been such an idiot.
"So, what, you some genie or summin' to do my biddin'?"
"... well. I can't say I'm not grateful to some extent," she mumbled, keeping a respectable distance away from him. "Though I can't very well judge since you come out of some whirly-swirly portal, no doubt summoned from that little... plate... thing..." She frowned, thinking about it. She'd been such an idiot.
"So, what, you some genie or summin' to do my biddin'?"
He laughed. The strange sounds echoed through the corridors of the ruins that they were in. "Genie to do your bidding? Not even in the slightest." He said, pulling out a small capsule and cracking it open. A soft purple light filled the room and a wispy blue smoke rose out of the capsule.
"This will provide enough light for us to see." He mumbled before he motioned for her to begin walking. The path behind them had been closed by the blast, "You summoned me, that much is correct. Sadly, you don't have the means to control me. I'm assuming the monks who set up that little temple knew exactly how to raise a Hyperborean. Unfortunately the ceremony wasn't performed correctly and I was pulled out instead of a more appropriate scholar." He said, walking calmly along the corridors.
His gauntlet folded off of his hand and he ran his bare fingers along the stones. "You've risen me out of my plane of existence and into yours. My people have passed on a great deal of knowledge to other beings, and those forgotten rituals are the only way to pull us into other lands." He paused, "I'm rambling, let me get to the point. I'm a warrior from another realm. Nothing more, nothing less. You've just have the misfortune of raising me."
"This will provide enough light for us to see." He mumbled before he motioned for her to begin walking. The path behind them had been closed by the blast, "You summoned me, that much is correct. Sadly, you don't have the means to control me. I'm assuming the monks who set up that little temple knew exactly how to raise a Hyperborean. Unfortunately the ceremony wasn't performed correctly and I was pulled out instead of a more appropriate scholar." He said, walking calmly along the corridors.
His gauntlet folded off of his hand and he ran his bare fingers along the stones. "You've risen me out of my plane of existence and into yours. My people have passed on a great deal of knowledge to other beings, and those forgotten rituals are the only way to pull us into other lands." He paused, "I'm rambling, let me get to the point. I'm a warrior from another realm. Nothing more, nothing less. You've just have the misfortune of raising me."
The woman's arms crossed as she looked at him, eyebrows arched down harshly. She rested her arm with her wrist wedged between her hip and the hilt of her sword. She kept her distance and seemed wary, keeping her eyes on him so fiercely and shuffling her feet with every little movement he made. The edge of her lip pulled down to the side.
"You couldn't be a genie, huh?" she whined in a long, tired breath. "The thing couldn't even open a latch to something valuable..." She turned away and kicked at the wall halfheartedly. Her forehead also rested on the cold, damp wall. All her care just drained away.
"You couldn't be more right about misfortune."
"You couldn't be a genie, huh?" she whined in a long, tired breath. "The thing couldn't even open a latch to something valuable..." She turned away and kicked at the wall halfheartedly. Her forehead also rested on the cold, damp wall. All her care just drained away.
"You couldn't be more right about misfortune."
Andros watched her silently, and raised a corner of his lip in slight disgust in regards to her showing of emotions. He pulled a small brooch off of his cape. "Here, you can have this." He said, holding out the small clasp. He felt bad that she'd found nothing of worth in this temple. He himself had lead many royal expeditions that had turned out fruitless.
"It's made from materials that aren't available to anyone that isn't my kind. It should fetch good coin if you sell it to the right people." He added. Two small white circles had formed in the center of the black pits that were his eyes. This made his gaze easier to track and made his face appear softer. It would also seem that his stature had become less intimidating. As a Hyperborean his appearance could change slightly depending on his intent.
He hoped to make a friend quickly. Being marooned on this side of the cosmos would be hard, but he wouldn't dare face it alone.
"It's made from materials that aren't available to anyone that isn't my kind. It should fetch good coin if you sell it to the right people." He added. Two small white circles had formed in the center of the black pits that were his eyes. This made his gaze easier to track and made his face appear softer. It would also seem that his stature had become less intimidating. As a Hyperborean his appearance could change slightly depending on his intent.
He hoped to make a friend quickly. Being marooned on this side of the cosmos would be hard, but he wouldn't dare face it alone.
The woman turned her head just barely to cast the gaze of one eye on him. When he held out the brooch, her eyes darted up to his face, then lingered there. The bright cyan of her eyes all but disappeared when her lids narrowed to slits. Her mouth drew into a thin, untrusting line.
Leaning back from the wall, she took a baby step in his direction, and reached out toward the brooch, but drew her hand back suddenly, still looking at his face, then down toward his weapon. Like the strike of a viper, she whipped out her hand and let her fingers clasp over the item, but did not snatch it out of his hand. She just lingered there, keeping eye contact after looking up again, and would then slowly pull it away, shuffling back. She changed glances twice, thrice, from the brooch to the man.
"... thanks, however... I don't think I quite understand why you'd do this."
Leaning back from the wall, she took a baby step in his direction, and reached out toward the brooch, but drew her hand back suddenly, still looking at his face, then down toward his weapon. Like the strike of a viper, she whipped out her hand and let her fingers clasp over the item, but did not snatch it out of his hand. She just lingered there, keeping eye contact after looking up again, and would then slowly pull it away, shuffling back. She changed glances twice, thrice, from the brooch to the man.
"... thanks, however... I don't think I quite understand why you'd do this."
His gaze never left her eyes, tracking their movement. These human like beings were too easy to read. In a fight he'd have no problem predicting their intentions. Any regular unchained Hyperborean would have killed her and already started on the other denizens of this plane. However, Andros felt that the circumstances in Hyperborea warranted a deviation from the usual format.
"You are here for treasure no? There it is." He said, gesturing to the brooch. His hair seemed to wave around as if it wasn't affected by gravity. He guessed by here apparel and he presence in this place that she was some form of explorer.
"I am an archaeologist where I come from. That's an old charm for good fortune." He added, attempting to smile.
"You are here for treasure no? There it is." He said, gesturing to the brooch. His hair seemed to wave around as if it wasn't affected by gravity. He guessed by here apparel and he presence in this place that she was some form of explorer.
"I am an archaeologist where I come from. That's an old charm for good fortune." He added, attempting to smile.
It was so cold in here. So lonely. Blaze slumped against the cold, stone wall, sighing. It was a pretty good murder, he had to admit... such a clean cut to the throat. It was messy, but still good. Blaze's eyes were drawn to a clump of hay in the corner. "What a lovely place to sleep." He muttered, scowling, wondering if he was verging into insanity.
Blaze wished he had his crimson daggers by his side right now, resting his hands on their golden hilts, planning his next murder. That wouldn't be happening any time soon...
Blaze wished he had his crimson daggers by his side right now, resting his hands on their golden hilts, planning his next murder. That wouldn't be happening any time soon...
Her hand turned the brooch around in her hand a couple of times, but made sure that the man was still in her vision so she could pick up his movements. She acted as though he would chop off her hand at any moment.
"... you, an archaeologist? Well, I'm surprised." She gestured toward him back, to the sword. "You'er a mighty armed archaeologist, there. Must be a dangerous profession where you come from, I gather." She dropped the item into one of her pouches, safe and sound. "I guess I should be thankin' you. So thanks. I guess. I do owe you a bit, even if you scared the livin' bejeesus out of me. I might have to change m'pants, y'know-" The woman paused, falling silent.
"Did'ye hear that?"
"... you, an archaeologist? Well, I'm surprised." She gestured toward him back, to the sword. "You'er a mighty armed archaeologist, there. Must be a dangerous profession where you come from, I gather." She dropped the item into one of her pouches, safe and sound. "I guess I should be thankin' you. So thanks. I guess. I do owe you a bit, even if you scared the livin' bejeesus out of me. I might have to change m'pants, y'know-" The woman paused, falling silent.
"Did'ye hear that?"
Escaping these jails wouldn't be easy, but he could try. All he had to find was a small metal object which could easily fit in the lock. Argar had taught him about lockpicking at the age of 5, showing him how to unlock massive locks with only a bobby pin. Blaze doubted there'd be any bobby pins in a jail. Nevertheless, his eyes were drawn to the ground as he began to search for an object which was at the least - capable of picking locks.
It was a bright summer day, or at least he was told, as he had not seen the sun in over 4 months.
He walked the interior of his cell and kicked his favorite piece of stone, when he realized something was not quite right...
"someone is having a very bad day." he muttered to himself. Usually the warden was always upset but he never went so far to beat someone in front of the whole group, especially not like like he was doing at the time.
then suddenly the door unlocked and three guards came in yelling at him to get out of the cell now, and said he would never get another chance like this, EVER!
Johnathon immediately left the cell and started walking towards the door
"Its been a pleasure meeting you guy" said one of the inmates. "pleasure's all mine" Johnathon said.
and so off he went into the free world searching for his new place in life and hoping to meet new friends along the way!
He walked the interior of his cell and kicked his favorite piece of stone, when he realized something was not quite right...
"someone is having a very bad day." he muttered to himself. Usually the warden was always upset but he never went so far to beat someone in front of the whole group, especially not like like he was doing at the time.
then suddenly the door unlocked and three guards came in yelling at him to get out of the cell now, and said he would never get another chance like this, EVER!
Johnathon immediately left the cell and started walking towards the door
"Its been a pleasure meeting you guy" said one of the inmates. "pleasure's all mine" Johnathon said.
and so off he went into the free world searching for his new place in life and hoping to meet new friends along the way!