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Starwake - Shadows of the Sphere

Alright, I think a time skip will be the best way to move forward.
Reset to after negotiations.

Ship has left the dock.
Once the ship reaches the jump gate you won't be able to disembark.

It's Saturday for me so I'll have something up today.

Got no bites from the new interest check. :(

Starwake-shadows-of-the-sphere

Starwake: Shadows-of-the-sphere, is a recently started game that could use 2 or 3 more players to complete the group.

Game thread

The story revolves around space travel, newly colonised planets, jump gates, rare godly beings, advanced tech, gifted abilities, politics and corporate powers.

Current players have just set voyage an an exclusive luxury cruiser full of the elite as it sets off to offer the rare and exclusive chance to witness a hyper Nova.

If you are interested in joining feel free to chat here, follow the link or just DM me. :)
Thanks for reading.

Realms of Sun & Shadow

Aliseth

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Town Jail

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From the direction of the open door that Gadez has just passed through, Aliseth heard something, echoes of whispers rolling down the stone walls from the outside.

Talking... why could he hear talking. That wasn't right... Was Daphne back already? Had she even left? This wasn't how it was supposed to be. Not like this.

Worried for the guard, Aliseth, desperate to know what was going on, tried something drastic, something new.
Now was the time to be daring.
Turning theory into practice, using intention over intuition, Aliseth focused on the magic that coursed through his veins, focused on where it came from, what it came from. He was a flesh crafter after all and in his current repertoire of consumed flesh, beside the few people and faces were many a beasts.

It was brash, it was foolish, but also he thought-it should work.

He recalled the lone hungry wolf from few nights ago that became his meal. More importantly it's ears, focussing on the inner workings and that predatory advanced sense of hearing. The blue print was already in his body, he just needed to use an artists precision to keep the area changed limited and focused. He only wanted the inner ear of the animal, not it's whole head.

While he had altered single parts of his body before, copying had only ever been in full and happened once, instinctually or by reflex. So this was new territory that needed focus and control. Time is what it needed but time he did not have.

It was painful, causing an instant migraine to tear through his mind. A migraine greatly amplified by the sudden roaring of the world. It was as if a hurricane existed in his head. As if a tidal wave ran through his ears. Panic suddenly gripped him as he feared he had done something wrong. Falling to the floor, hands grasping desperately at the side of his face trying madly in vain to block the world out.
But as he had been recently learning, gifts from the blight were nothing if not accomodating and adaptable.

It had only lasted a moment, taken a few breaths, for him to adapt, recover. Then everything slowly settled down like a picture coming into focus, gaining contrast, that roaring sound splitting and breaking into individual unique sounds, each one softening into its own defined whisper.

He had to close his eyes, for the pain, for the information overload. He could hear things in this very room that were not there before, the world around him was now different through these ears. Everything breathed with a sense of new life. Most importantly, he could hear what was going on outside. Shifting his focus through the various sounds like flicking through the pages of a book. They were familiar but different and he knew he shouldn't be able to hear most of them at all at this distance. Even Gadez, who's voice he had the displeasure of growing accustomed to, was only recognised by his unique way of talking.

Aliseth wanted a moment to revel in this new found sense, to get lost in the distant and once hidden sounds, but he had more pressing matters to focus on. Footsteps, more voices. From the floor across the open cell door, Aliseth held his breath and listen to the happenings outside the jail.

Realms of Sun & Shadow

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The Barn

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Brushing of the snow from his layered clothes, Thalia's presence caught the noble Aurelian by surprise. His eyes were stuck on her for a moment, glued to her face as memories and features failed to connect. His startlement along with what ever thoughts gave him pause were short lived as a humoured proud smile cracked across his lips.

It had been so long since he received such a casual greeting. Even from amongst his 'friends. Following her gaze to the pole in his gloved hand he simply gave a slight nod of agreement.

"Ah, so good to see a fellow Aurelian." He said warmly as he stepped away from his staff, grin still on his lips.
"I thought to find one of those southerners in here looking after the animals."
The shimmering steel pole refused to fall, defying logic despite being absent any support.

As he brushed the snow off his pants with both hands he carried on."You must of come here with the prince, I thank you for your service and commitment. I hope he has been looking after you well."

Content with the remaining snow on his clothes Virgal gave up and stood up straight, turning his attention away from his clothes and the girl as he ran his gaze around the barn.
"I imagine it is no easy feat, being surrounded by these blightborn and Lunarians constantly." he spoke as if to no one in particular. His eyes taking stock of his surrounds and the animals.

Turning his attention back to her once more, again her appearance giving his words pause.
". . . That boar is a gift for the prince. Please look after it well. Was many a time I thought to just save myself the hassle and eat him on the way. It's not like Flynn would know any way." He trailed of with a chuckle before reaching out and taking back his staff. The light having possibly even faded a little bit more in that time.

"Forgive me miss, I seem to have left my manners somewhere back on that long dark road. I am lord Calistar and I'm here to see prince Flynn. I was advised by the gate guards that he is currently not at his residence, do you know where I might find him?"

@Qia

Starwake - Shadows of the Sphere

Ill push this forward in the next few days and will just have to see who is still around.

Realms of Sun & Shadow

Virgal Calistar

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The Barn

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Before she could choose, the heavy barn door groaned open behind her.

@Qia

Entering the barn first, before the snow, before the cold, before even the icy wind or groaning sounds from outside, was a light.
It was not the dancing light of a flickering flame but something else. Something more solid, more pure. Something Thalia wouldn't of seen or felt in quite a time. It was unmistakable. Sun light.

...

Having kicked open the barn door, Virgal Calistar now had his back to it as he hunch over, tugging on a rope, cursing and groaning as he wrestle with a big, fat, stubborn, grumpy, boar. Trying to guide it into the barn.

"C'mon Dinner. Get yer big ass in there."

It didn't help his cause that the noble Aurelian wore so many layers of clothing that he could barely move his limbs. The compilation of fine silken and coloured fabrics heaped upon him, detailed and inlaid with intricate patterns and jewels, worth more than a house in Dawnhaven. Right now, however their value and craftsmanship did little to protect him from the cold or help move the animal.
Despite his best cursing and groaning, pushing and pulling, slipping and sprawling, Dinner, the prized plump Aurelian boar, wasn't having any of it. Dropped down on its haunches the big pig just wasn't going anywhere.

Beside their squabble, stuck deep in the snow, standing vertical, was a sleek metallic staff and at its peak, the source of the unexpected light. The magical white light didn't extend far beyond that of a normal torch, but it's reach oddly enough did seem to end more abruptly. The line between light and dark being more clearly drawn. The exact source, mechanism or cause of such magic remain hidden in its own center, concealed away behind its own brightness. But in its glow was a warmth not like that of a fire, but the radiating penetrating warmth that tanned the skin, gave life to plants and replenished Aurelian magic.

Acting as if there wasn't a miracle mere feet from him, the Aurelian noble had had enough. He flung back his heavy furred hood revealing wild dark brown hair with a mid length unkempt beard to match, reflecting his long travel to get here. Beneath the hair his features were strong, skin smooth except for the early hints of age in the corner of his eyes and a recent -still stitched- scar running down his left brow and cheek.

With a bit of fumbling he pulled his hands free from his restrictive gloves and clenched and released his nimble fingers in the cold air.

"Alright pig, you asked for it."

Flexing his fingers one last time, he swung his arm out before him. His mumbled words were lost to a loud 'WHOOSH' as a wave of heat ripples through distorting the air, melting snow and turning it to steam instantly. There was no flame but it bore the same intensity of fire.
And with the passing of his hand it was gone, so too was the big boar, charging into the stables panicked desperate to escape the sudden heat.

Following his display of raw Aurelian power, the darkness encroached in further on his artificial light. It was dimmer, didn't reach as far and held less warmth to the skin. Yet, the Aurelian nobleman didn't seem to notice or care. With a proud accomplished grin he grabbed his metal staff, pulled it from the snow, and followed Dinner inside. Bringing his light with him.
Unaware there was already anyone in there.

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The Golden age of Piracy

K E N J I T A K E D A

_{Back on the ship:}
Interacting with: @Adeline Genevieve

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Kenji let out a breath, he didn't feel his message was getting across.
"My reasons are my own." He retorted firmly.
Then with a sigh his gaze fell to the floor where he search for his next words.

Eventually speaking up, even softer again.
"I will kill those men, and women, who have done me no harm, who's innocence I cannot judge.
But if I am to make that choice, to go and take their lives, is not the least I can do be weighed down by the consequences?"

He ask, letting a heavy pause follow. Then, more assuredly he confirms.

"We will take the ship or die trying. Blood will stain the sea, and their families will weep. This path has been chosen. To kill without further thought, that is the act of the beast - but to name the deed, to grieve it before it is done... that is the last thread of honour a man may keep in an act that contains none."

His words were seemingly just as much for himself as Genevieve.

The Golden age of Piracy

K E N J I T A K E D A

_{Back on the ship:}
Interacting with: @Adeline Genevieve

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"It is not the battle that weighs on my mind, but what will be left of my conscience after."

Kenji spoke softly but firmly. His ghostly whisper stern and serious while his gaze far away.

"Each adventure cuts away at the remaining threads."

He interrupts himself with a sharp gasp as Genevieve treats the open wound on his forehead.

"The futures I rob from the young men simply doing their jobs. The hearts I sunder of mother's, wives and children whose loved ones I take from them.

The days after the battle. The weeks, sometimes months. The stench of death. The decay. The sickness. The long ceaseless moans of the damned and dying. The cries of pain. Injuries that cannot be healed no matter how well you might try. The lack of ceremony as they are given to the sea."

He catches her hand to stop her, and looks into her eyes.

"You can count on that." He says solemnly.

"That, and if we lose too many of our own, then we will force some of those whose comrades we just murdered, and lives we ruined, to help us.

To have slaves on the ship is to sleep with one eye open and to close your heart to the brutality and torture required to keep them in line."

He released her hand and looked away again.

"Many things can be repaired. Your conscience, your empathy, your soul. You will not even realise it is gone until it is too late.

No matter the treasure we find our ship will sit higher in the sea after, with all the bodies we send overboard. That is what I anticipate."

There was a tired resentment covering old worn-out-anger in his sermon.

The Golden age of Piracy

K E N J I T A K E D A

_{Back on the ship:}
Interacting with: @Adeline Genevieve

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This time Kenji didn't resist Genevieve's aid, sitting in one of the many hammocks, trying not to let it swing, he gave her a small nod and sat forward, turning his head to the side.

"The Unassailable." Kenji echoed the name from earlier. A hint of reverence as the title sits heavily in the air. He lets out a soft sigh. "I hope you are ready doctor. This will not be anything like your schooling or your books."