Achronum
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So tired, sleep why do you spurn me?!
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Hiya, AChronum here! Although I'm relatively new to rping, I have plenty of writing experience and love trying new genres and styles. I absolutely love high magic fantasy RPs and am pretty much willing to do anything so long as I can create a charaxter, not play an existing one, and develop lots and lots of backstory! I'm perfectly comfortable with all mature themes as well, although smut for smut's sake is out of the question.
Interested in an RP? Send me a PM and have a magically marvelous day!
Interested in an RP? Send me a PM and have a magically marvelous day!
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“Holy fuck, that’s cool.” Willow stared at River’s new form in awe. If she hadn’t decided to try out a support class, maybe she would have picked up shifter. No, she wouldn’t have. She would have picked up Marauder like always and she would have loved every second of it but still, it's nice to dream. “We’ll let you two dig. Everyone else, keep an eye out and call out anything that looks suspicious."
Aura would manage to catch up with the group after their first dig, joining their expedition in time to take down the twelve remaining Baby Blues guarding the other nearby nodes.
As Willow topped off the party’s mana and health from the one Baby Blue that managed to get off a seed shot, the forest suddenly went silent. No birds sang, no insects rustled, no creatures scurried through the underbrush. A bitter wind swept through the forest for a brief moment yet even the leaves stayed silent as they shook. Everything stilled after that. Tension in the air mounted slowly, as if the trees themselves waited with bated breath.
The cries of the slain Baby Blues broke the silence. It took a straining ear to catch it, the cries weakened as if distant and out of reach, and yet pale orbs the same colors as the slain creatures hovered where they once lived. Twas clear the sound originated from them but they did not move not did they have a status bar. They only wept for their lives stolen carelessly.
The frigid cold returned and deep shadows trailed in its wake. The shadows danced around the party, each one giggling as they circled like predators before the feast. The crying sounded more desperate and the orbs seemed to quiver, finally moving. They drifted up the trees away from the shadows but once they did, the giggling stopped and the screaming began. The shadows lept from the ground and rows of gnashing teeth tore the orbs to shreds and swallowed them before they slunk to the ground once more.
Then they vanished. They sunk into the soft grass and moss and a creaking resounded through the forest. A tree, towering ten feet above the tallest of them shuddered violently as it’s branches warped and tore as they fused into hulking arms. It’s roots tore themselves from the ground and the mammoth creature rose on four legs made of writhing roots. From inside, the faint sound of giggling and screaming mingled until a face formed in the center of the tree. Beady, blue eyes sunk into the bark and a cavernous mouth grinned maniacally at the group, a purple vapor seeping out.. A chorus of giggling shadows rang out every time the creature gnashed its teeth and it eyed the party momentarily before it charged, a long back tongue licking at its bark.
Level 17 (Uncommon)
Health: 15,000/15,000
Mana: 7,000/7,000
A blacksmith facility was attached to Bidthorn’s smithery. For a simple silver, an adventurer could gain access to the forge all day to come and go as they please. Otherwise, it was 4 copper an hour. Approaching one of the anvils would automatically prompt an adventurer to choose their option and input the amount of time they wished to use the forge. The only other rule was attached to the wall the facility shared with the shop in massive iron lettering that must have taken months to make:
The guard blinked at the cloth presented to him. “For fuck’s… I’ll take that.” The guard snapped as he snatched the evidence away from Max. “As for the picture, keep it open and on hand if you don’t want your device immediately confiscated. In the meantime, don’t move.” The guard quickly set about clearing the lingering group away and the ballroom was emptying quickly as the staff diverted the students back towards the central campus. The sirens reached their crescendo as three campus police vehicles whipped around the corner, followed closely by an ambulance. A few mages seemed to pull themselves out of the shadows of the wall and vampire guards showed up on foot terrifyingly quickly. One bat fluttered around the scene. Most of the people here were in plains clothes and more than one mage was sent away when it was apparent they were intoxicated.
The area was quickly tapped off. The bat circling the scene plummeted in front of the boys and nearly hit the pavement, shifting back into her bipedal form in the blink of an eye. She was short and squat, a terse looking woman dressed in a shirt, shorts, and some mismatched sneakers. The guard caught the woman up to speed on what the trio had already discussed but she dismissed him with a wave of her hand. “Imbecile.” The woman grumbled, her voice raspy, but that was all the effort she put into the man she shooed away.
She turned her eyes on the three. Gears were whirring in her head as she took them in, head tilting from side to side. “Detective Abigail Foster. I’d say a pleasure to meet you but its not. Assuming that cop out of a guard had anything right, you stumbled across a body, took a picture of some sort of rune, tampered with evidence, and then got help. Sound about right? I’m thinkin’ it does. Normally, we could just take a statement,check out some security footage, and send you off because frankly I don’t think any of you have the balls to pull a stunt like this but since you have technically messed with our crime scene and we don’t have a camera back here, even I can’t hand wave your stupidity away. Gotta take you in, question you some more, and then let the Princess decide how she wants to handle the lot of you. Questions can wait til we’re in the car.”
She lead them over to one of the campus vehicles, a brief back and forth between its original driver and her resulting in the keys in her hand and a slinking off vampire, and practically stuffed them in the back seat of the car. Once the car started up and she pulled away from the curb did she speak again. “You’ve got about ten minutes until we reach the holding area. Speak now or forever keep your peace.”
Interacting with @WeepingLiberty
“Well, I’ve never really been to a dance like this so honestly, it kind of was? Never had the chance the other Revels or more like I never really gave myself the chan-” The music went silent and in the middle of the ballroom was calmly explaining that accidental damage done to the smoke detectors required the event be ended early and that all attendees are required to vacate the premise but can continue to enjoy the other events of the Revel.
“Oh, that’s too bad. I wonder if…” Dennis trailed off, his attention seemingly elsewhere as he stood and offered his hand to help Amaris out of her chair. “Hm, something seems to be going on outside the ballroom? There are sirens blaring? And…” Dennis gasped. “Eris Samuel, his mage, and the Astorio mage are all being escorted away! I wonder if they caused the damage?”
“Thank you, Benjamin.” Ryner accepted the cloth gratefully, dabbing away the blood from her eyes. “But I think it’s about time I leave you to acclimate to your new home. It’s been a pleasure getting to know you. If you ever need help or have any questions, please feel free to reach out to me. Even if it’s just a friendly ear, I’ll do my best to help.” Ryner said her goodbyes as she made her way back outside.
James Kingston
Location: The Hospital
Skills: Accelerated Healing Factor
Skills: Accelerated Healing Factor
James watched in horror as the blasts seared Cayden’s face. The screaming tore at his ears but he forced himself to focus on Vulcan. As much as he itched to help Cayden, Vulcun was clearly in his element and anyone turning their backs on him may as well sign their own death warrant. Casper’s stunt confused James more than anything honestly. Was Casper’s secret code name Legion or was the man impersonating his own brother? Either way, James was not particularly confident that it would make much of a…
Vulcan was down, clutching at his chest and Waverly was standing above him with a needle in her hand. Sapphire was going on about some medical term and demanding Aspirin but that hit the back burner. In his opinion, they should just fucking tell the hospital employees in the hospital attached to the hospital gift shop and then get out of town. There’s no way the cops aren’t already half way here with this shit show going on. They needed to get a move on and they needed to get that move on yesterday. Not that he voiced that. He probably didn’t need any more reason for her to dislike him as it was.
But all of that was secondary. Cayden’s screaming forced itseld back to the forefront of his mind. He hadn’t realized he’d made his way over to him already but he hit his knees as fast as he could. “I got you. Give me a second and I’ll take the pain away. Hold on to me, here we go.” James moved Cayen’s hands away from his face, guiding them to hold his wrists as James tried to sync up with Cayden. His heart was pounding in his ears,adding an extra edge to the cacophony spitting his head apart. It made it difficult to focus but he pushed through, watching the burns heal seamlessly across his face with a sigh of relief. He stood, offering Cayden a helping hand up.
“Hey Feedback, any chance you can figure out how far away the cops are?” James asked.
James Kingston
Location: The Hospital
Skills: Kickboxing
Skills: Kickboxing
“Oh for fucks sake. Can we please catch a break?” James muttered as they whipped around the stairwell in time to see Vulcan just beating the ever living daylights out of Colossus. If the metal giant couldn’t handle himself against the deranged mutant, James had very little faith they could do much about it. A little voice in his head suggested they just bolt, the odds were out of their favor, but James shook his head. There was a hospital full of people that the mutant could turn his eyes on if he got bored and he’d probably just show up at the Mutant Underground ready to finish his last mission if they didn’t deal with it now.
James spotted the register in the hallway and snatched it up with all intents of slamming it down over Vulcan’s head but with the extra weight, James wasn’t nearly as quiet as he’d like to be. Vulcan definitely noticed, his hand wrapping around James throat and squeezing. In another situation, it might be a bit more welcomed but James struggled against the hold for a few moments, panic setting in. He struggled instinctively against the hold for a moment, hands scrabbling uselessly against Vulcan’s arm, before he regained control of himself and managed to yank himself out of the other mutant’s hold with a gasp. The rush of oxygen burned slightly but it was more than welcome. Hopefully, the distraction would give the others some time to get a few hits in.
"Technically, anytime you pay for physical labor, one could argue that you've rented a body. Choosing a laborer is primarily based on their physical capacity, assuming this isn't a task that demands a beast of burden, and you are far more likely to hire a Roegadyn in peak condition than a lalafell in peak condition to haul sacks of gyshal greens. Although, I suppose renting a body doesn't explicitly exclude beasts of burden either. They also have bodies. I wonder if that does count." Kajin frowned thoughtfully as he considered the idea, tapping his foot as he thought. It was more of a habit than an yuh thing else; a question posed around him had him immediately reaching for a response, conditioned from an early age in a family that enjoyed playful arguments. However, now was not the time for that and he beamed at Kikipu. "Thank you very much for the information. Next time you're in Ul'dah, send me a letter and I'll buy you lunch!"
"Onwards to Tilman and…" Kajin frowned and stopped, trying to remember the miqo'te's name but he was drawing a blank. "And our promiscuous kitten. He's probably gotten a tick more information and if not…" Kajin sneered at the idea of the auctioneer telling him no. He twirled his staff cheerily as he made his way where the auctioneer and the miqo’te disappeared to after his little stunt. He waved at Lyveva and the miqo’te Seeker who accompanied them from Ul’dah. “Let’s not laze about like gil turtles at the zenith. Listen up. I’m going to pop in, see how the kitten’s doing, and then adjust accordingly! If you hear a few thumps, come in quickly. You’ll only have a fraction of a bell to find what we need.” Kajin barely waited a moment before opening the door, with a little more effort than he’d care to admit, and blinked at the scene inside.
“Does he have what we need yet?” Kajin asked the miqo’te. “Deed, swindler, inventory of goods, record of sales, etc? And lets keep note of any of that he doesn’t have. May as well get in good with the Blade after this debacle.”
“Oh, take mine too. No need to make picking up your subclass any harder than necessary.” She passed Holly the Baby Blue Pollen (common) she just picked up as well. “So… River, do you have enough of your shifter class to change and dig at it? They didn't give you any special tools or quest items to help on this did they, Ceci?”
The Chitter’s exploded into bright pixels, disappearing moments later. A cool breeze swept through the trees as the loot menu and quest marker both popped up.
Quest Updated: That Which is Stone Cannot Falter
Objective Completion: 2/20
“Oh, um, okay. 10 pieces? 10 pieces will run you…” The boy, no older than 14, counted on his fingers. “5 gold and… 2 silver!” He said proudly as he did the math. The market had calmed down around them, some shopkeepers leaning up against adjacent stalls as they chatted with their neighbors. Even the labors seemed to slow down, taking more frequent breaks as the sun rose higher. Anu, the serve from the inn, made her way through the market, purchasing little sachets of herbs and their ingredients.
James Kingston
Location: The Hospital
Skills: N/A
Skills: N/A
Something buzzed in the back of his mind, something Sunshine said yesterday but he couldn’t quite remember. He knew it had something to do with Casper but it just sat there like it was on the tip of his tongue but it didn’t come to him as he watched Casper fish his phone out and point out that the other group needed backup ASAP. “Lets just hope we don’t have to blow off his head to subdue him.” James muttered as he looked around for the exit signs. Was Vulcan’s presence an excellent distraction? Yes. Did their little group really need an enemy showing up like a cartoon villain at the most inopportune time? Absolutely fucking not. James groaned and popped out of the medical supply room.
“Okay, let’s just follow the signs and we should be able to get around to them pretty quickly.” James pointed out the Exit sign and followed it. “Maybe we can get the jump on his and knock him out from behind or something. How did he even get here? I thought the girl was the teleporter and he just blew shit up.”
“Body?” The guard blinked at the blood splattered across the wall and down at the body surrounded by the mound of grass. He dropped Salem instantly and reached for his radio. His hand was trembling as he fumbled with it. “I have a code 9104H behind ballroom 3. I repeat, I have a code 9104H behind ballroom 3.”
“You three start talking. How did you come across this? Who came across this first? Did anyone touch anything or see anyone suspicious?” The guard demanded. Sirens could be heard in the distance.
Interacting with @WeepingLiberty
“Oh, uh, no. They’re pretty normal. People get antsy around us once they know what we can do and it’s fair! Completely, totally, absolutely fair! Uh, thankfully that’s only really a problem the first year of mental training. Suddenly, you’ve learned that the boundaries of your mind aren’t quite as firm as you thought they were and your magic just runs with it.” Dennis chuckled, waving away the concern. “You kinda just broadcast stuff early on, your own thoughts but since you aren’t actively doing it, you don’t even realize it. Then, you start listening to other people and then you broadcast other people’s thoughts and your reactions. It’s not exactly a people pleasing skill before you control it. And when you start with telekinesis? First semester kineticists have a rule: If you don’t want to lose it, tie it to your body. I thought it was a joke and the first day I flung a fork prongs first into Queeny cause I grabbed it with my magic instead of my hand and freaked but when I could turn it off. I was pretty sure I saw my life flash before my eyes.”
“I promise I can control it now! I don’t just jump into people’s heads unless we need to.” He flushed a little, eyes not quite making contact at the statement. “And vampires are a whole different kinda mind so it’s even harder to wriggle yourself in there if you aren’t practiced.”
The vampiress licked the last of the boy’s blood off her fingers. Maybe she’d take a break for a bit, let the little insects figure out exactly what she’d left them to play with. The thrill of the kill was starting to wear off. It was all fine and dandy for the first few kills but just the threat of stealing from Ryner wasn’t enough to make it fun anymore. She shredded the dress until only the top hung from her shoulders and the black pants she nearly always wore were all that remained. The mask went next, torn and crumpled, and she took to the rooftop of the Hall as she waited for something to make this a bit more challenging.
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