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Hi, all.
I don't really have much time to type/write this up, so I'll be breif.
Long story short, I'm not going to have much (any) time for RPing, for at least the next couple of months.
I wish I didn't have to leave so suddenly, but it can't be helped.
Toodles.

Hi, all.
I don't really have much time to type/write this up, so I'll be breif.
Long story short, I'm not going to have much (any) time for RPing, for at least the next couple of months.
I wish I didn't have to leave so suddenly, but it can't be helped.
Toodles.

I was in no way prepared for the jumpscare when I clicked on Princess. That might be one of the most terrifying things I've seen.

Also, sorry about the whole 'no prologue' thing. I got swamped with assignments that I put off, but hey. Christmas break and all, so I have more time to... actually do this.
Lawrence grimaced, a bit disappointed in the group he so far had seen. Though he knew it wasn't anything massively prestigious, he had expected this school to bring out the... better of humanity. Perhaps though, it was the obscurity of this school that attracted these people. He wasn't really sure what to think of many of them. One of them appeared as if they could hardly stay awake. Of course, some people can't really handle their planes. It still astounded him that people could go their entire lives without ever taking a plane rides. Though at first the thought of traveling through the air at near-sonic speeds, suspended by a metal tube turned his stomach, but after years of exploiting the convenience had settled his inhibitions.

The first to speak since Che simply commented on the duration of the flight, as well as adding in some insignificant tidbit about the time-zones. He couldn't quite put a name to the face- come to think of it, no names attached themselves to these faces. He tended to have trouble with names, which was a nuisance more than any actual hindrance. He took note of Che's name. He had hoped, for the sake of not embarrassing himself, that he could at least remember this man for later conversation.

He considered following the lead of the other man, making a dumb joke or two, drawing attention to himself. Or, he could simply shy back and pretend that no one noticed his lack of attention. As these thoughts danced through his mind, he strayed to something different- something deeper. Ever since he had looked up this island for the first time, two things had actually interested him. The disappearances were a mystery in their own that entranced him, but something else struck him. This fog so thick, so consistent that there were no reliable satellite images of the place? That's simply murder mystery gold, and certainly interested him enough to even consider this academy a decent use of his time.

Often, Lawrence lay awake, pondering what might've happened if he had ignored this perfect mystery of a school, simply gone on to Harvard. Always he could think of only one answer. "The mystery would go unsolved." It was these thoughts that stayed Lawrence's tongue. Rather, he sat in silence, observing the others, waiting for someone- anyone else to take the initiative, and actually do something worthwhile.
BBeast said "Mervin," he said to an elderly man with a long white beard, purple robes and a pointy hat, who was the Arch-Chancellor of Magic

Hmm...
BBeast said "Merlin," he said to an elderly man with a long white beard, purple robes and a pointy hat, who was the Arch-Chancellor of Magic

That's better.
Did I go too heavy on the bold?
Nah.
Not enough bold.


The brightly shining Keeper emerged from the darkness of the library, bringing with him a chiming melody. This melody awoke Lyssina'ar in a gentle manner, slowly rocking him out of his unconscious state. The man awoke, grogginess keeping his body relaxed. Ever since this... Keeper had arrived, he hadn't gotten a nights sleep in, always abruptly awoken after a small nap by the questions of the entity. This time, however, the spirit urged him to stand, and prepare himself to work. As the man rose to his feet, banishing his drowsiness to the far corners of his eyes, a portrait appeared in his mind- a magical vision of beauty and elegance.

Without argument, Lyssina'ar moved quickly to complete the project. The main piece had already been completed, that being a large pipe organ, sitting in the main room of the mansion. As the mortal began making the necessary modifications to the instrument, he heard The Keeper speak to him. "You shall refer to me as The Master." It spoke simply, hesitating before speaking again. "Is it prepared, my child?" The Master asked, rather impatiently. Fortunately enough, the modification was simple, and almost complete. "...Yes, Master. It simply requires your blessing." Lyssina'ar said, stepping aside. In the Organ, just above the rows of shining ivory, a gem was inlaid. A massive diamond, the only thing of such value in the town, let alone for miles. It was perhaps the one item that would serve as a sufficient conduit for The Master's power, the only thing suitable for His Heart.

Without warning, the light of The Master suddenly flared, a vibrant corona dominating the room. A bright surge of energy shot out from the keeper, firing directly into the diamond. With the sound of a thousand gongs, the light dissipated, revealing the keeper again in his ethereal form, the light notably dimmer, and his pulsing heart racing along much faster. The gem itself now glowed a deep crimson hue, pulsating with light like the beat of a drum. It was this that would be The Master's base of operations. The source of His power. His heart.

The Master urged Lyssina'ar to go towards the pulsing light of the diamond, which soon consumed his thoughts. Almost mindlessly, the mans hands drifted to the keys, and began flying across the smooth surfaces effortlessly. A beautiful melody sprung off of the mans fingers, as he drifted off into unconsciousness, the music still ringing out through the village.




Sorry for taking so long, I've had a dreadfully sparse amount of spare time today. I'll come back and finish the Prologue tomorrow, as well as make some changes to the actual CS, I just thought I'd post my current progress so you all know that I'm still here.
Resting just to the East of Monolith is a small village by the name of Borhut, nestled in a group of rolling hills. Though not amazingly small, it is a tight-knit community. The village is self-sufficient, and rather xenophobic, settling matters on their own merit. It is in this small village of friends resides one man in particular who stands out- especially on this day.
Alone in his manor, Lyssina'ar sat at his organ, a haunting tune flying out from beneath his fingers. In a masterfully crafted amphitheater, the sound rang out through the entire village, a delight to the ears of those sitting out on benches, simply enjoying the mild weather. But today, another listened to his song.
Just outside the valley, there was a disturbance. Thunder rolled across the sky, bringing with it the telltale clouds, grayer than granite. But with this storm, no lighting came. Simply the thundering noise, and the oppressive clouds, slowly tightening their grasp upon the sky. As though the gods themselves were reaching down, the clouds stretched downwards, embracing the earth in an impossibly thick fog. In the few minutes it had taken the events to transpire, it ended. A flash of brilliant light radiated down from the sky, as the fog and clouds vanished into the faint blue of the sky, leaving the sun to shine his light unobscured.
Unfortunately for this town, the storm was not gone before it left its unholy taint. Showing himself as a churning mix of light, a new Keeper was born unto the land. 'The Master' had no need to search his surroundings, or speak with those nearby. His imposing presence did the talking for him, and he already knew what he was destined to do.
The music resounding through the Keeper struck him- chilling him deep to his metaphorical bones. He moved along swiftly, bobbing with the tune. As the lights danced along towards the source of the music, he began to hum- emulating the tune, adding his own strings of music to it. In all honesty, the Keeper had no idea what he was doing. What these noises were, and why he was so compelled to join along with it. All he knew was that this was a beautiful thing, and that he needed to seek out more of it.

It was almost dark, by the time Lyssina'ar realized something was wrong, it was already upon him. Having put the organ to rest some time ago, he had picked up his violin, carved from mahogany, and still keeping the same scent of freshness it had the day he crafted it. This song was less mournful- more upbeat. The sort of tune one might dance a jig to. Lyssina'ar only realized something was wrong when he found that his music had an eerie echo, ringing out from just behind him. Almost dropping his instrument, Lyssina'ar whirled angrily to find the source of the echo, only to be confronted by the dazzling lights of the Keeper. Lyssina'ar reeled backwards, before slamming into a wall. Spawned into this world, the new Keeper had very little power of any sort and any such power was quickly expended in a quick maneuver. A magical hand reached out to grip Lyssina'ar's mind. With a direct channel to the mind, The Keeper was able to commune with the mortal directly. The golden voice of the Keeper was not what one might expect- rather than a clear, loud voice directing him, the voice came to Lyssina'ar as something far more subtle. Much like the other voices in ones head, this voice goaded Lyssina'ar to sit, and calm his rapidly pulsing heart.

Despite his initial panic, Lyssina'ar couldn't help but obey his own thoughts, sitting back in his high-backed chair. As he fell limp onto the cushion, a thousand motes of dust flew up, caught in the shining light of the Keeper. Inquiries filled the mind of Lyssina'ar, most of which were not his own. Having just been born into the world, The Keeper required knowledge, and this mortal would be the one to give it to him. Standing abruptly, Lyssina'ar moved with a purposeful swiftness, entering his mansion. Though a series of twisting halls he walked swiftly, the dim lighting giving the house a warm glow. When he arrived in a room filled with bookshelves, a warm feeling bloomed in his mind, momentarily making him lose his vision. It was now that The Keeper spoke out loud, rather than forcing his will upon the human. Despite the agony of Lyssina'ar's headache, it was very little in comparison to the pain felt by The Keeper- Mind control was no easy task, especially at such low levels of power.

"Very good, my child. This will do perfectly. Bring me that which I need to know." He spoke simply, his light slowly stretching to fill the room. Though Lyssina'ar opened his mouth to speak, he quickly thought better of it, and went to grab the books. He returned quickly, tomes of knowledge stacked on his arms. It had been some time since these books had been opened, and their yellowing pages were rich with a scent that could only be described as dusty. They were dropped onto a large mahogany table, unsettling the fine layer of dust that had come to reside there, after months of disuse. Lyssina'ar tried to escape the reality of his situation, and devise some way out of this hellish service, but the more he thought, the harder it became. The music that resounded from the Keeper had a strange quality to it- it crept deep into his mind, disturbing the darkest corners and removing any thought past obedience.

Hours were spent in that library, pages rustling softly as the spirit learned. The sun was rising once again by the time that the Keeper spoke.

"My child, today your life has ended.
Your limited existence now comes to a crescendo.
You have become a part of something much bigger than yourself.
You are now a part of The Masterpiece."


So it would seem.
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