Setting
The Ruins once stood as a magnificent monastery of aesthetic warrior monks. The main building raises as a tower, surrounded by a series of rubble that may have been out buildings.The Ruins give off an uneasy feeling as if you are being watched, and there are darting shadows that vanish when you face them. Occasionally a howling wind blows through, racing among the rubble creating haunting moans and groans.
The Ruins
The Ruins once stood as a magnificent monastery of aesthetic warrior monks. The main building raises as a tower, surrounded by a series of rubble that may have been out buildings.The Ruins give off an uneasy feeling as if you are being watched, and there are darting shadows that vanish when you face them. Occasionally a howling wind blows through, racing among the rubble creating haunting moans and groans.
Minimap
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You are here. |
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The Ruins is a part of 
Midland.
11 Places in The Ruins:
251 Characters Here
Derek Malice [373] Rich, Powerful, did whatever he had to to get that way.
Sien Sciannar [113] A young man of simple tastes, he has an affinity with the world around him that goes far beyond simple appreciation of nature.
Mari Warrant [109] The Temptress, The General of Manipulation of the Void.
Nyarlathotep [82] The Unutterable
Isabella Valentina [72] a young swordswoman in training
Nyx Alurane [63] Born into Lust, torn asunder by Wrath... Made anew in Pride's image; The Avatar of Dawn.
Emiko Kayo [56] Emiko a beautiful woman on the outside, but once you get to know her, you know she's not just a pretty face... and would probably stab you in the back if you break any loyalty formed.
Gaia Beloke [47] The Earth Elemental Beloke sister
Loa Ka'Kekren [43] This strange and twisted creature is only vaguely humanoid. It seems to be more insect like than anything else. It seems to be female, but barely so. No doubt some form of alien life, and perhaps not the friendliest of such.
Phasma, reaper of Veldalla [43] My scythe is my only friend. Do I need any other?
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"I'm not really sure," he said, crossing his arms again," I think that's my problem. I mean, what's a normal interaction supposed to be like?"
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"For me it is," he grumbled, sitting down against a pile of rocks.
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"Okay..." she sat in front of him, crossing her legs. "Ask me a question. What's the one thing you REALLY want to know about me?"
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"Um..." he started, looking at her," why did you want me to come with you?"
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Pandora Lewellyn blinked. "Oh, that one's easy. I saw that we shared a common interest in hiking. I like making new friends. They're the only thing that keeps anyone sane around here."
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"Yeah," he said," ok, what do you want to know then?"
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Tore looked up at his head. "I could ask you the same question. I was born with them," he said, brushing them back against his head and letting them come back up," I mean, I've got a tail too, but you can't really see it right now. It usually freaks people out, but something tells me you wouldn't go too crazy."
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"What, the ears?" He looked at where she was pointing. "Ok... um... how'd you find these ruins?"
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Pandora Lewellyn raised her brow. "I was following someone. Stumbled on them by accident. I love this place." she smiled.
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He looked around himself at the ruins," who were you following that they would come by this place...?"
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.Melissa. stood silent, like the ruined testaments of ages past that loomed high over her head. The flask sat on a stone near her, and she studied it curiously, wishing she could remove her gloves and see what kind of affects she could have on the area around her. As usual, however, she remained still, the gloves stayed on, and she strove to behave.
Saldon waited for her leaning against a particular ruin, "Still a little slow... We'll see if we can fix that..."
.Melissa. glanced over her shoulder at him. She had no excuses, nothing to say to defend herself or provide excuses for her small inadequacies. She was thirteen, but Jezebel Marie was her mother, and she had been taught that it was useless to make excuses. "Yes." she agreed, and turned to face him fully.
Saldon chuckled, "You should have raised your voice to defend yourself, "I cheated, I realm drifted, It's no fair that I am a pure blood lycan... You left before me Melisa and I left 3 seconds behind you..." His voice was harsh or insulting, just stating the truth. He drew up his flute and waved it before him, "Your mother is a smart woman, how much did she tell you about this?" This one he held out for her to inspect... but that was just it, only to inspect.
.Melissa. 's cheeks burned, but she still refrained from responding to his light chastisement. She stepped forward and observed the flute. "It opens the doors between the realms, but only allows certain people to pass through it unharmed." she turned and looked back at the stainless steel flask that still sat on the boulder. "Whatever is in that flask is meant to protect me from harm, since I'm only part-lycan."
Saldon chuckled, "You are too passive to have Lycan DNA and show it proudly, probly from your parents raising you carfully but you will need to be defensive and rage filled, it is control that you need, not meloncholoy and monotone."
.Melissa. raised an eyebrow, but smiled all the same. "Rage-filled never worked well for anyone in my family." she noted, half-kidding.
Saldon chuckled and rushed forewards, he leapt over Meli and landed jus behind her, the flute in one hand and a dagger in the other. There were seven scuff marks across her gloves. "That was my rage... I was taught how to control it when I was seven.... your parents haven't tried to control it... though your mother never has to worry about that anymore. However you... Genocide Angel version II... your rage needs to be controlled." He put the dagger away but left the flute balanced in his hand.
.Melissa. 's nostrils flared at his close proximity. Even if it was only Saldon, she still felt that deeply conflicting desire to draw close and stay far away. He was goading her, bidding her forward. She wanted it, like a child she desired it. She didn't move to correct the loose fit of her gloves. Her mother's pride prevented her from admitting that she was out of control, so she diverted and gazed at the stainless steel flask instead. "You might want to think about demanding your money back for that faulty piece of hewn metal. . ." she looked at Saldon. "It is not made of pure Sterling Silver. It is made of anything but. . ."
Saldon chuckled, "Doesn't matter what does matter is the fact that you can only detect the outside of the flask... If you even tried to comprehend its contents your little powers might just go nuts... That flask is like our gloves, enchanted to prevent powers from penetrating it.... Which leads me to what I was trying to do.... I want you to take off a glove and touch me Meli." He said it plain and simple, no tricks to his voice or stance.