Altered Tundra

Why hello there!

Oh not again!

Hello there, I am an engineering student who has had a long-running desire to write :) I hope the Guild itself is as friendly as it seems :D

@MagratheanWhale

Welcome to the Guild! I am Altered Tundra, one of three Chat Staff for our Discord Server, which you can find here. You can also find our rules here. Hope you enjoy your stay! :D

Time Stops For Fire(Altered Tundra and Hero)

What Emette and Aloa had just done warranted the first, genuine expression from the main operator of the Collective - the one whose powers most resembled the Creature’s own. This, of course, wasn’t part of their plan. They didn’t anticipate this. To think the Angel of Clarity would actually sacrifice herself just so she wasn’t held hostage (in a manner of speaking) by them. And what was even worse, her powers had transformed into pure magickal energy that flowed into ALoa, resulting in such a powerful display of mist, all but one of the manifested shadows of the Collective were wiped out.

The smoked cleared and within the light, an even greater shadow was cast. It remained and fed off of those who were vanquished, absorbing their mist into its own. What had been known as the Collective was no longer, for now only the Creature remained. The embodiment of darkness stood in front of the Aloa, the Angel of Death and now the true battle could begin.

As the air around them would shift, the relic that sat in the center had now disappeared, its essence flowing into the Creature, those within would feel a forceful disturbance from whatever they had felt before. The air itself becoming thicker and harder to handle as compared to what it was like before Emette sacrificed herself. Added to that, the Creature’s body expelled a smoke-like mist. The smoke would cover its entire body, covering an area of ten yards, sucking in all forms of life and light. Only was it when the ground had been reduced to rotting soil did the smoke cease, but as it did…

The Creature was gone.

Until he wasn’t, appearing behind Vlyn. Before the male viera could even react, a pulse of ancient, death magicks flowed through him. For a moment, death seemed imminent, but as a series of seconds passed, Vlyn wouldn’t find himself knocking on Zalera’s doors but rather a combustible force, first imploded inside him that would cause him to feel a sensation akin to a bad stomach ache. Then, as it would settle for a moment, copious amounts of magick exploded on his skin, forcing him to be sent flying opposite of the Creature, possibly crashing into the wall.

And as that happened, the Creature disappeared once more, this time its body multiplying into ten separate entities. All of them surrounded Aloa, and they prepared to the very same thing. Arms were out and pulses of ancient, death magicks made their way for Aloa.

henlo SCHTINKY users

hello!! my name is jamie (fem pronouns are preferred) and i have been roleplaying for appr. 6-8 years, but im still not v good at it- ovo"
im mainly a 1x1 roleplayer and while i prefer to rp on instant messengers like fb messenger, discord, etc. i try to write as much as possible rather than post one-liners most every reply; it gets boring that way
im up for p much any genre aside from smut/yiff and, depending on the muse im using, romance
all of my muses are either anthros or ferals, so if you only prefer human(oid) muses, im not ur best option lol, and im currently interested in furry and warrior cats roleplays! (my icon is currently a new warriors oc of mine named birchstripe lol)

uh
thats about it
idk hit me up if u wanna chat, rp, or w/e
//shrugge

@D0GG0RE

Welcome to the Guild! My name is Altered Tundra. I'm one of three Chat(Discord) Staff members. Here you'll find our Discord Server and here you'll find our rules. I hope you enjoy your stay!

Time Stops For Fire(Altered Tundra and Hero)

Try as they might, the viera wasn't going to make it in time. Even if Vlyn could muster enough strength left within his body and if the Angel of Truth could do the same for her own situation, the purpose that the Collective had for tying up the Scion of Light would’ve already been completed. Though, it was amusing to see them try and get her free. But as for Aloa, her actions proved to be less than her male counterpart. Her magicks were strong, that much the Collective could give her. Using multiple spells at once to distract the tendrils long enough to propel herself into the air and then, in the same moment, use those same, powerful magicks to exterminate the wall that had been put up was impressive, to say the least.

“No doubt Zalera’s handiwork,” the figure muttered as it let out something of an approving chuckle. As the violet mist had faded away as with all kinds of mist did, the figure’s head went up slightly to watch as Emette’s time was coming to an end. “Not long now, it seems,” it commented. “Even with your boyfriend there, she won’t make it, you know that, right?”

Time Stops For Fire(Altered Tundra and Hero)

The arrival of the male viera was unfortunate but it wasn’t unforeseen. His presence had been felt for a while now. He entered the most eastern part of the Sandsea with Aloa and the Angel of Truth had entered the Tomb. He wasn’t that far off from their trail, though the Collective had been entertained that he wasn’t slowed by the Reckoning first stage. That high amount of evil mist must’ve been appalling for the viera, since they normally have a high sensitivity to the mist due to their connection with the Wood.

And yet, as Vlyn had shown up in top form, there were no signs that he had been fatigued or slowed in any way. It was of no consequence. Honestly, Vlyn was hardly a threat. While true he and Aloa shared co-ownership of the Death Seraph, they were hardly equal. One would reckon that Aloa was the dominant owner, whereas Vlyn could easily be compared to the female corpse that Zalera used as a distraction from his real form. Of course, no one on Ivalice would dare make that comparison.

Until now.

But that was left for a later date, of course. The Collective had more important things to worry about, such as the concern of Aloa’s magicks running wild towards them.

Her power was undeniable. She cut through the tendrils as if they were nothing and froze the ones that still persisted. If they came at her, the powerful magick at her disposal would cause them to explode. This action alone caused the representative of the Collective to let out an approving chuckle. It would even bring further approval from them as Aloa’s magicks flowed from her body and exploded around her, though it seemed to come for the shadow figures, too.

They all gathered around their leader and a wall of black mist formed as high as the ceiling and not only fended off the oncoming magicks, but it absorbed them into the veil, then shot it back out, this time converted into a wave of darkja. Additionally, behind her, other tendrils came for Aloa. With both attacks in such close proximities, the likelihood of her escaping both was slim to none.

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I've Roleyplayed various different scenarios such as: Mafia, "monster", combat, royal, political, and fantasy. I've played as: A child lolita, A scholar, a demon, and a human capable of enchanted aura (powers). New to the site, looking for someone to show me the ropes. ^.^

@Praedyth

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Time Stops For Fire(Altered Tundra and Hero)

"Perhaps it would be wise to show kindness to the Angel of Truth. Who knows what'll happen if she remains suspended in the air like that."

As the figure had finished speaking, his arms went down, though Emette stayed where she was. The Creature - well, at least the one representing that which was known as the Creature - pointed a single finger towards Aloa and when the thumb came up and snapped, all around Aloa tendrils from the darkness came out of nowhere and had launched themselves for Aloa's form. Though, while she became focused on that, little did Emette know that the mist holding her up was not only keeping her from interfering but soon she'd figure out that the mist was slowly eating away at whatever remained of her life force.

One would reckon less than ten minutes remained before she'd be completely drained of the very energy that has kept her going for this long.

Naruto: Revival

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What in the actual fuck was happening around here?

Everywhere Jaakuna turned, he heard some kind of destruction. Sure, some of it was less obvious than others, but Jaakuna heard it all regardless, which amid it all, he had stopped. It was probably less than a minute into the sudden chaos that he landed on a sturdy tree branch. He didn’t know if this was part of the exam and if all of what he heard was a trap from the enemy teams. After all, he had the scroll that the other teams doubtless wanted. By any means necessary, right? Even confusing a poor guy like Jaakuna Hinoko wouldn’t be above them.

But he wasn’t so foolish as they liked to think. This wasn’t going to work. He surely wasn’t going to fall for this obvious trap again, not as long as he had a single, fighting bone in his body. If they wanted the scroll, they would have to come and get him. Of course, it wouldn’t be as easy as it sounded, for Jaakuna, though injured in the arms, was fast on his feet. His legs remained in full-working condition.

So Jaakuna kept running as fast as he could, going from tree to tree, swinging around when neccessary. He kept a consistent pace as he traversed throguh the vast forest. He didn’t want to get caught in any kind of trap that the enemy had laid for him, so his strategy was just to go wherever he felt his gut was telling him to. If it told him to hook a right, then he’d use his arm to swing around the trunk of a tree, and go right. If it told him to go straight, then he’d bounce from tree to tree with relative ease. And if it told him to watch out for that…

“Omph!”

Yeah, Jaakuna didn’t see that tree.

Truth be told, he only noticed it a fraction of a section too late. He had ate a face-full of hard wood, and was knocked off-course. Well, technically, he was knocked down and had went tumbling through leaves and skinny branches, only to land where a group of four shinobis was. Fortunate for them, his body landed about half of a yard away from them, so they wouldn’t feel the effects of a fallen angel crashing on top of them. Unfortunate for Jaakuna, however, he now understood what apples felt like when they fell to the ground.

“And this is why I hate trees.” Jaakuna groaned, getting up slowly. Slowly, he looked around him, and saw more trees, then his eyes landed on the trio of shinobi. One of them he didn’t recognize, but holy shit on a cracker. “So this is where you two ran off to.” Jaakuna was certainly relieved to see them but he also felt a certain amount of anger towards them, though he saw someone else with them. He didn’t know this person - well, at least he didn’t think he did. He was bad with names and faces. Though, he saw the headbands, so they were a friend...at least that’s what Jaakuna hoped. If they weren’t, then he had only two words for that: Fuck me.

Time Stops For Fire(Altered Tundra and Hero)

It seemed the rumors that flowed through Ivalice's winds about a Viera mastering the Death Scion were true. Admittedly, the Collective had their doubts. Though most would think the High Seraph or even the Keeper of Precepts were the more difficult Scions to tame, the truth of the matter was the Death Seraph - the one who literally controlled life and death in their hands - was the one whose will was the most unstable and dangerous to control.

Years and years of being the deciding factor of who lived and who died brought a plethora amounts of power. With such strength at their disposal, many tried to tame him, yet none have succeeded for extended amounts of time. Either their resolve wasn't absolute or they lacked the emotional state to balance life and death; the will to live and the will to kill. Centuries and centuries had passed and only few have been able to hold onto that power. During the days of Ashelia B'Nargin, it was the Dalmascan Dancer, Penelo fon Rosenburg, who gracefully flowed from one corner of the world to the other. It was her gentleness, yet burning resolve to protect those she loved that enabled her to channel Zalara's power into her body and become the very first Death Ascendant.

And it had been years since that day happened - centuries, even. so, to think that Zalara would bend to the will of another. Suffice to say, the Collective was impressed. Still, that wouldn't change the fact her attempts would've all been for nothing. "Sadly, you are too late, Viera. The Reckoning has already begun." As the 'Creature' had spoken, he gestured his arms forward and from below, black mist rose tangling the Angel of Truth in her claws, suspending her high above and Emet being at his mercy. "How much is it you value this life? Enough to lose the Angel of Truth?"

Time Stops For Fire(Altered Tundra and Hero)

The figures didn't physically respond to Aloa's words nor would they move at all; they just stood there like lifeless statues. Omnious to say the least, but they had a reason for this. The one who embodied their will - the one who led them - finally took to the ground, emptiness seen through where their face was. A shadow one-hundred percent and something far more ancient than even Ivalice herself. Their origins shrouded in the same shadows its body is comprised of, yet it had personality. There was no denying this as it found itself letting out a low chuckle.

As it walked towards Aloa and Emette, the dirt beneath its feet that had life had it automatically eradicated. The earthy tones were now blacker than a lightless night, and whatever life force was within the ground had been sucked away like a vacuum, and absorbed into this shadowy figure.

"Our power injures your senses, Viera. We are not messengers; we are the Collective -that which you Humes have dubbed 'The Creature'." The figure spoke with a echoed, deep voice, "our purpose is nothing a simple sequence of words could explain. It is too great and too prosperous for any individual mind to understand. But do know that, when the next fortnight cycle comes, your Wood - your very existence - will know what it means to live in terror." The figure said.