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Aspharia: Legends

Hmmm

Unquiet

So is this more of a weekend role-play, or are things just slow to start at the moment?

@Emma

I'm waiting for Diggerton and Catchphrase before posting again

Unquiet

Darkness surrounded him, he drifted through an endless sea of nothingness, the abyss that haunted his sleep. the abyss from which The seer spoke to him.. Devoid of sound his screams fell on deaf ears, he gave up long ago.. Devoid of thought his mind felt numb, only memories were left.. Devoid of hope he waited for escape, escape he felt would never come. Time was a lost notion, month, years, decades, Thadeus knew not how long he had been in this void, nor how much longer he’d be here, but he didn’t care, the emptiness had grown on him, there was an odd sense of peace to be found in here.

“Rise human.. Your body is free”

A familiar chorus came from the distance, echoing, hundreds of voices, shouts, whispers, cries, all distorted, chaotic, yet strangely harmonic as they spoke. and as they faded away he felt his body jolt, and suddenly, he was falling. falling through darkness and below him, he could see light, the light got closer and closer, and eventually, it enveloped him. His eyes opened and his body moved for the first time in so long, he instinctively attempted to get into a sitting position, but was met with the cold hard surface of the coffin lid knocking him back down again.

“Perfect way to get up..”

Thadeus muttered a curse as he rubbed his head, he lay there in the cold surface of the coffin for a few seconds, adjusting himself to the light that seeped in. this time he reached up to meet the lid, pushing it, it took him a couple of attempts but eventually it slid of hitting the ground with a loud thud. Time sure had taken it’s toll on his surrounding, roots had cracked into the one polished mosaic floor, slithering their way in and out of the ground, vines and moss populated several parts of the room and a layer of dust covered it all like a veil.

“I need a drink...Something strong preferably”

He muttered to himself as he continued observing his surroundings, and that’s when he saw a figure, in the far side of the room it walked towards a hallway.

"Hello? Who is that? A friend, I would hope."

Thadeus thought of saying something, but was caught of guard as another voice spoke, he couldn’t quite figure out where this voice was coming from at first glance. it seemed to be coming from above, but some vines covered his view of the figure.

"Hey! Up here! Can you see me?!"

He decided to wait a bit before making his presence known, slowly making his way closer to them, not saying anything yet.

Unquiet

Name: Thadeus Aldor

Abstract: “The darkness sees through my eyes, and through the darkness i see beyond reality”

Age: 34

Gender: Male

Appearance: Black hair that rests slightly below his shoulders, scruffy beard and hazel eyes. he is 5'7 tall with a decent build, his outfits vary a lot but he always wears a very dark purple, almost black cloak.

History: Somewhere, far away from our mortal grasp, beyond the planes of life and death in a realm where nothing should be allowed to live. It watches, some call it The eye of the abyss, The Spectator, or simply The seer, his true Name unknown to all. An aberration, a mass of tentacles, mouths and eyeballs looking from side to side, darting in every direction staring into the abyss, and on top of it, one massive eye.

Many fools dabble in the matters of the abyss, striking deals with Old gods for power, witches, warlocks and all sorts of people dedicate their lives for the powers that the fiends from the darkness part with them, secrets and whispers of corrupting nature. Thadeus was not one them, in truth, he never meant to deal with the Old ones, but The seer had plans, it always does. And it required a servant, someone to use, manipulate, someone to help enact his plans in the mortal realms, away from his grasp, but within his sight.

Thadeus was in ways, a victim of circumstance, caught in a violent storm as he was traveling, the wagon was flung and dragged by the storm and down a mountain, breaking and ending with him lying on the floor, gashes open by wooden beams, bleeding profusely as his life began drifting away, and then, a sound pierced into his mind, like a chorus of distorted voices and howls it spoke.

“Pathetic, is this how you wish to go..? Dead before your time in a simple accident, taken by chance?”

Thadeus’s eyes darted trying to find a source, and looking at his situation, pain flooded through his body and he heard the howls of pain of the others that were in the wagon, to his side he could see the rider, dead, a pool of blood underneath an armless body. the voice spoke again

“I can change that.. I can give you another chance..in exchange of course.. A favour.. worry not about details.. “

He could feel his consciousness begin to waver, he was bleeding too much, he would be dead soon, but he felt something else, a presence, embracing him an odd, cold feeling that seemed to push against his flesh like invisible tendrils poking and prodding at the gashes and cuts in his skin.

“Embrace my mark.. or become.. history”
Something primal acted within him, he didn’t care what he would have to do, who this voice was, he just wanted to live, survival, he accepted, embracing the cold, allowing it to surround him and seep in from the cuts in his flesh. before he fell unconscious once more, the last thing he heard was the voice, laughing.

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He woke up at night, healed from all wounds and etched in the flesh of his chest, a mark, an eye surrounded by five tendrils curving in weird patterns. Thadeus began making his way towards the nearest village, hiding the mark and using what he gathered from the wreckage he spent several nights at an inn, and in his dreams, The seer talked to him

he drifted in an endless void, looking into an abyss and from the distance he heard it, stronger then when he was dying, a chorus, hundreds of voices speaking in perfect synchrony, echoing in nothingness. It told Thadeus that it was a vessel for it’s power now, an anchor of it’s existence within the material realm, and as such he would be able to tap into it’s magic, almost as a gift, but it reminded him, that when the time comes for the favour to be turned in, he will obey and disobedience will be punished with a fate worse than death.

With time, Thadeus grew accustomed to the magic of The seer, he could tap into it to shift reality, change it in slight ways, take images from his mind, his thought, his predictions of the future, and blend them with existence, he became a wandering merchant as a facade for his true source of income, in a way he was a fortune teller, most thought him a warlock, hired by those that mind nor the payment nor the illegality of the matter. He would ask them what they wished, and tip the scales of fortune in their sides, blending predictions of health and fortune from his mind into their future. Small things, bits and bobs spread through their years, that would eventually lead to something bigger. Or for those that had smaller requests, like the location of treasure or love, he would blend in his own creations with their path.

Quickly he acquired fame, something that for those meddling in magic is not a good thing. He eventually got caught by the guards, even through his magical attempts to stay away from their attention his popularity grew to much. He eventually was found and arrested, charged with wizardry and taken to the Stone, he has yet to be summoned by The seer, but unknown to him, that time comes near

Unquiet

ooh, that makes sense, a tad of a slip in my part, sorry bout that, and yeah the deal was vague enough for the god to be able to make Thadeus into basically his servant, since "a favour" can become many things. i'll put him into the CS now x3

plots are always fun, i'll start work on my first post today probably!

Unquiet

Thadeus

Name: Thadeus Aldor

Abstract: “The darkness sees through my eyes, and through the darkness i see beyond reality”

Age: 34

Gender: Male

Appearance: Black hair that rests slightly below his shoulders, scruffy beard and hazel eyes. he is 5'7 tall with a decent build, his outfits vary a lot but he always wears a very dark purple, almost black cloak.

History: Somewhere, far away from our mortal grasp, beyond the planes of life and death in a realm where nothing should be allowed to live. It watches, some call it The eye of the abyss, The Spectator, or simply The seer, his true Name unknown to all. An aberration, a mass of tentacles, mouths and eyeballs looking from side to side, darting in every direction staring into the abyss, and on top of it, one massive eye.

Many fools dabble in the matters of the abyss, striking deals with Old gods for power, witches, warlocks and all sorts of people dedicate their lives for the powers that the fiends from the darkness part with them, secrets and whispers of corrupting nature. Thadeus was not one them, in truth, he never meant to deal with the Old ones, but The seer had plans, it always does. And it required a servant, someone to use, manipulate, someone to help enact his plans in the mortal realms, away from his grasp, but within his sight.

Thadeus was in ways, a victim of circumstance, caught in a violent storm as he was traveling, the wagon was flung and dragged by the storm and down a mountain, breaking and ending with him lying on the floor, gashes open by wooden beams, bleeding profusely as his life began drifting away, and then, a sound pierced into his mind, like a chorus of distorted voices and howls it spoke.

“Pathetic, is this how you wish to go..? Dead before your time in a simple accident, taken by chance?”

Thadeus’s eyes darted trying to find a source, and looking at his situation, pain flooded through his body and he heard the howls of pain of the others that were in the wagon, to his side he could see the rider, dead, a pool of blood underneath an armless body. the voice spoke again

“I can change that.. I can give you another chance..in exchange of course.. A favour.. worry not about details.. “

He could feel his consciousness begin to waver, he was bleeding too much, he would be dead soon, but he felt something else, a presence, embracing him an odd, cold feeling that seemed to push against his flesh like invisible tendrils poking and prodding at the gashes and cuts in his skin.

“Embrace my mark.. or become.. history”
Something primal acted within him, he didn’t care what he would have to do, who this voice was, he just wanted to live, survival, he accepted, embracing the cold, allowing it to surround him and seep in from the cuts in his flesh. before he fell unconscious once more, the last thing he heard was the voice, laughing.

---

He woke up at night, healed from all wounds and etched in the flesh of his chest, a mark, an eye surrounded by five tendrils curving in weird patterns. Thadeus began making his way towards the nearest village, hiding the mark and using what he gathered from the wreckage he spent several nights at an inn, and in his dreams, The seer talked to him

he drifted in an endless void, looking into an abyss and from the distance he heard it, stronger then when he was dying, a chorus, hundreds of voices speaking in perfect synchrony, echoing in nothingness. It told Thadeus that it was a vessel for it’s power now, an anchor of it’s existence within the material realm, and as such he would be able to tap into it’s magic, almost as a gift, but it reminded him, that when the time comes for the favour to be turned in, he will obey and disobedience will be punished with a fate worse than death.

With time, Thadeus grew accustomed to the magic of The seer, he could tap into it to shift reality, change it in slight ways, take images from his mind, his thought, his predictions of the future, and blend them with existence, he became a wandering merchant as a facade for his true source of income, in a way he was a fortune teller, most thought him a warlock, hired by those that mind nor the payment nor the illegality of the matter. He would ask them what they wished, and tip the scales of fortune in their sides, blending predictions of health and fortune from his mind into their future. Small things, bits and bobs spread through their years, that would eventually lead to something bigger. Or for those that had smaller requests, like the location of treasure or love, he would blend in his own creations with their path.

Quickly he acquired fame, something that for those meddling in magic is not a good thing. He eventually got caught by the guards, even through his magical attempts to stay away from their attention his popularity grew to much. He eventually was found and arrested, charged with wizardry and taken to the Stone, he has yet to be summoned by The seer, but unknown to him, that time comes near

Aspharia: Legends

hmm nothing much happened while i was away

Aspharia: Legends

Time skip seems like a good idea, will also let me make it so Galthor reaches Mor by the time i get back.

Aspharia: Legends

A little note, shouldnt matter too much since Galthor is currently unlikely to stumble onto another pc right now. But i wont be able to work on a post untill monday because im going to the beach and probably wont spend much time online

Aspharia: Legends

Galthor Tradhar Delthor

Westedge Hideout ~ Living hall

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Torchlight seeped through the room revealing an interesting contrast, to one side a natural cavern curves and twists, with a underground river flowing through it, a soft current brought the occasional small fish, or critter through the clear water. a few fungi and plants grew on the humid walls of the cave and smoke crawled through the ceiling, making it's way through a few cracks in it, slowly finding it's way to other caverns an eventually, leading it outside.

The other half followed the course of the river for a long time, seemingly carved into the stone a hall outlined the cavern. This hall is the Living hall of the Westedge hideout, where unoccupied members come to spend their time until they receive a contract, or to rest from a successful mission. Sitting around a table close to where the river enters the area, three people where talking. A Strong, large man wearing tough leather, with a few metal plates on certain bits. A woman in simple clothes toying with a dagger, and a tiefling who just sat there, arms crossed and looking annoyed at the man.

"You lot, any of you seen Ylor or Laura around here?"

Three heads turned to Galthor as he approached the table and said that, looking down specifically at the tiefling who looked back at him with a large grin on her face.

"Oh you didn't know, Both of them left yesterday, heading southwards."

Galthor looked at the tiefling, raising an eyebrow. He needed to contact one of the mentors to get a copy of the Mor hideout key, actually, he needed to even know where the entrance was since he had never been to the place before.

"Yomi, you know something don't you? i recognize that grin"

"Oh you read me like a book, i'd be all over you if you weren't such an ass"

"Still sulking about the Calderon job? I thought higher of you"

As this point the tiefling had swiftly gotten up, and walked over to him, a grace in her walk that was only beaten by the grace of her wielding a sword.

"And i thought higher of you then to steal a fellow fangs contract"

As she said this, she leaned closer towards his ear, slipping something into his pocket while saying.

"Ylor told me to give you this, good luck figuring out where the entrance is."

And with that the tiefling walked away, disappearing through a door, closing it behind her with her tail. reaching into his pocket Galthor felt the key that Yomi had given him. The last thing he needed before leaving to Mor, well, that and the location of the entrance, but with a bit of effort he knew he could find a Fence that would point him towards it after some convincing, and his arcane focus should serve as enough proof. So turning around, he began making his way to his quarters, to grab his bag and set way to the beginning on his contract.

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