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Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

@ShyDot Hello my dear! Fdeviant and I completed our monster of a collab today and will be posting it in a couple days, let me know if you're wanting to work on a post from Mandate or even collab together something for after we post the Oracle's post. :)

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

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Time: Evening - Present Day
Location: Portal Grove, Paris

“How is your English?”

“All righ ms Ambaddor, gonna sen me to Shellence. Yeh?”

Bach pulled his lip up at that atrocious attempt. “He is awful.” He said in French. “It’ll be a miracle if Silence understands him.”

“Shush!” The Ambassador snapped at her pact partner. Then smiling at the ugly green goblin kindly she returned to Common Fey, “Remember, retrieve the documents and return them to Vienna. You will find Silence here and you will find Vienna here…” She pressed her thumb against the goblin’s forehead whispering a quick location spell, thumb glowing blue. “Be considerate of where you appear to him. Do not startle him, he is not used to seeing the likes of you as I am. There is an extra loaf of bread in the deal if you do this correctly.”

“Yeh.” The goblin replied then disappeared in a cloud of green dust. She waved her hand to disperse the dust, then frowned.

“Shall we?” Bach said stepping up to the door. Mandate had eagerly awaited to travel to the Faerie Realms Odette beckoned to the golem to follow transporting the trio to the banks of the Water Fey’s domain.

The lake’s true distance was a little over one hundred kilometres stretching before them, however the heavy undulating fog rolled across the water obscuring the view of the other side. The water was blue-gray, dark and still. A lone stone building rested in the water by a sandy shore. Green algae grew at it’s base, while the stone was smoothed by centuries of weathering. The doors opened outward.

“Mandate you are the heaviest one here, you’ll have to walk us along the bottom of the lake to Ville d’Ys.”

Bach removed his shoes, Odette did the same stowing their footwear away inside her purse. Beckoning Mandate to follow, they approached the small building stepping inside. Water immediately began to fill the small space, Bach and Odette spoke a water breathing spell, the spells allowed them to breathe underwater while simultaneously adjusting their bodies to the impending pressure. Bach grew gills, he coughed waiting for the water to catch up to them. While Odette had a small pocket of air surround her nose and mouth. Dipping into her purse she pulled out goggles and passed Bach a pair as well. The water was cold, sapped the heat from her baretoes.

Bach held onto Mandate’s right arm and Odette was on her left.

The sandy floor sloped opening wide, together they slid down deeper into the lake quickly dropping and kicking up the sand in their descent. When they were on steady ground the path before them was marked by dilapidated stonework. Angling deeper into the lake. The light from above filtered away. When the sand settled bioluminescent moss began to glow along the stonework, giving them enough light to see by. Odette pointed swimming up to hold onto Mandate’s shoulder instead. In the distance the sorceress could see the dark wall of a cliffside, the canyon where Princess Lassantra dwelled. Glowing bright greens and whites lit the path, colours obscured through the water.

They walked, shadowy figures swam in and out of view. The water fey were watching them. Their voices singing, the sound slowly reaching the trio. The lyrics in a dialect Odette couldn’t understand. Bach seemed to be listening, he gave no indication to worry. While Mandate trudged on. The fey swam closer and soon surrounded them, never swimming close enough for them to reach out to touch them. The scales of their tails illuminated by the moss as they moved through the water, their song unmistakable as a haunting chorus.

As they approached the canyon, caves and crevasses dotted the massive walls of the canyon. Domed buildings of glass and stone hung off the walls. Moss grew in abundance giving the structures a cold ethereal light. They passed under ancient archways, graying stone with no small amounts of vegetation growth. Colours of the local aquatic life and plants were dulled and muted. The stone buildings of varying age hugged the cliffside, hollowed, smoothed and open. As they walked the buildings grew in size, more water fey of various species swam close the chorus of their songs changing in pitch.

The path turned from sand to cobblestone. Some buildings seemed to be sinking deeper into the lake while others towered above them supported by the cliffside. Some areas of the city seemed dilapidated, discoloured and filthy. While others looked well maintained the further in they walked. Bleached bones littered the ground, stone statues of vaguely human shapes stood frozen, by far the creepiest feature. Some retained details of their facial expressions while others were eroded smooth. The statues were everywhere. After various visits of Ville d’Ys, to this day the sight of the statues sent chills down her spine. Remembering how close she had come to that fate.

They walked carefully avoiding the statues, keeping a wary eye on the water fey following them. They approached a very large arched opening carved deeply into the rock face, with care sigils marked the stone. Water Fey stood guard holding glittering spears barring their advance. Bach swam up to them and spoke to the guards. They immediately bowed their heads and moved back to their original position. Mandate walked them up stairs where the surface seemed to be breaking, a pocket of air generated by magic.

Their heads broke through the water, the magic working the water from their skin, hair and clothing. Drying them as they stepped up. Bach began coughing out the spell to reverse the gills. While Odette broke the bubble of air around her mouth taking a deep breath of air in. The hall was brightly lit, on the other end in a pool lounged Princess Lassantra herself on a pile of stone skulls. As they approached her pitch eyes settled on Odette solely. Her grey oily skin shone under the unnatural light, her long wispy white hair flowed over her chest, keeping her modest. Lassantra’s tail was deep green and sheen, her tail separated into legs taking a stand. No longer modest in the slightest. She had been waiting for them, Odette made prior contact to ensure their arrival wasn’t a surprise.

“Princess Lassantra, I humbly thank you for your kind reception.” She said bowing lowly. “It has been too long since my last visit.”

On sure legs Lassantra stepped up to Odette, she smiled showing her serrated teeth. Tipping the human’s chin up. A stranger would note that the expression Lassantra wore was anything but warm, but to a dear friend like The Ambassador the Princess was very pleased to see her. She pressed her lips to Odette’s, kissing her friend for a few moments. She hummed rather happily while Odette’s cheeks were touched with a little colour.

She leaned back, “Miss Ambassador, well met. You are right it has been far too long since I have seen your beautiful face, touched your soft skin-” Lassantra’s thumb brushed across Odette’s lips her voice rather low, “Met with those pouty li-”

Odette laughed nervously under the compliments, gently bringing Lassantra’s hand away. “I hate to insist but we are here on business, I was hoping we could speak with your Oracle.”

Lassantra sighed, “As you mentioned in your message. Perhaps I can steal you away for the evening after we meet with the oracle?” The Princess remained hopeful. “Discuss the interpretations while we relax in my bed-”

Odette interrupted the Princess once again, hoping to spare Mandate and Bach from witnessing the painfully personal conversation. “Princess, please. After you.” Gesturing to exit the hall.

Lassantra grinned then led the way.

Mentions

@fdeviant: Contacting the Oracle for Marie's Specter
@ShyDot: Toting Mandate along to Ville d'Ys
@MelonHead: Sending the goblin off to Shellence.

Mass Effect: Borealis

I need to collab with someone. I want to be miserable and offputting and angry at someones character. c:

@Hellis

<Snipped quote by Hellis>

Vellios is out as he's smart enough to be sulky in his ROOM. :P So, unless Drono wants to beat down Vellios' door... it's going to be hard there. About the only one he'll see is possibly is Dex, which he can likely vent some frustrations out.

@Fallenreaper

Dex has paid her dues and she is promptly passing out.

Mass Effect: Borealis

Why is the entire ship full of SADS.

Masseffect, that is why.

@Hellis

Wait till you see the collabs I've done with rtron and morty. Git yo sad on is right.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

Awesome job on the big masterpost @Dedonus, I'm pretty happy referring to each of the posts as an issue number. Easier to remember too.

I think for The Ambassador's Arc Title I want it to be Arc One: Adagio. (in ballet it means a succession of slow and graceful movements which may be simple or of the most complex)

Mass Effect: Borealis

@Zombiedude101 You're up next in the collab my dear.

.:: ℤ𝕖𝕝𝕕𝕒 - 𝕎𝕙𝕚𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 ℕ𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 ::.

@The 42nd Gecko Jillian is fantastic with kids too. They'll get along gr8.

.:: ℤ𝕖𝕝𝕕𝕒 - 𝕎𝕙𝕚𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 ℕ𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 ::.

@DearTrickster No, but you are.

@The 42nd Gecko

Does that mean Veitaru wants to join Jillian? Show she's the bravest~

.:: ℤ𝕖𝕝𝕕𝕒 - 𝕎𝕙𝕚𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 ℕ𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 ::.

So who wants to be on Team Winner? The puppets aren't that creepy. c:

.:: ℤ𝕖𝕝𝕕𝕒 - 𝕎𝕙𝕚𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 ℕ𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 ::.

Jillian took several steps back away from the torches she was messing around with when Lethe started glowing all firey and blue. She inevitably lost her footing and fell to her knees when the ground shook. When the light show dissipated she approached one of the many long tunnels holding up her lantern to the one of the far right. Through her mask she looked at the approaching extra large and extra tall robot. He loomed over the small skullkid. How did she miss seeing him in the graveyard? This thing was huge.

She puffed up her chest and jut her jaw at the big machine, “What’re you lookin’ at?” He then proceeded to poke her, each time the robot poked her she slid back a few inches in whatever direction he was poking. Sometimes an iron prod to her stomach or her shoulder bursting the puff of air she held in to make herself look bigger.

“Databank four. Observations. Being appears dead and desiccated, but functions. Further examination shows being does not crack like desiccated specimen. Will compare.”

Pushing her hands against the iron poker still being moved as if she didn't weigh a pound. She snarled, “I ain’t dead! I’m skullkid!” When the robot’s attention was pulled away by Lethe’s story and even her transformation held Jillian’s attention. She adjusted her shirt and hat with her free hand tuning out most of what the now regular sized fairy was saying.

"The object we're looking for is a special keystone," Lethe spoke again this time catching Jillian's attention, the Skullkid perked. "I'm assuming everyone here has an idea of what that is? We'll be needing to split into three different groups in order to find it."

“Ooh! Ohh!” Jillian waved her hand about standing in the entrance of the far right tunnel now. “I’m really good at finding lost stuff! People pay me all the time to find their junk.”

Her worries of the forest all but disappeared now entirely focused on the game. She’d leave all these losers in the dust!

“Whoever is on my team we’ll find the keystone first. I’ve got a lantern and I can guarantee we’ll win!” She proclaimed to the others, stomping her foot. “I’ll even get my puppets to help!”

She put her lantern down by her feet pulling up the book off her back, she had memorized the spell and could recite it in her sleep. In the wake of all the light shows and magic she wanted to show off a little bit. Her excitement had her nearly bouncing in the spot.

Reciting a string of hylian scripture her fingers wiggling about, not necessary but again she wanted to show ‘em. The dredges of magic from deep in her toes and to the top of her head tingled then a dark pool of purple spread out before her. Up through the portal the head of her puppet appeared, string shooting up to the ceiling of the cave. Two appeared out of the summoning circle clicking, the wooden puppets wore painted grins and eyes that blinked if you stared too long at them. They wore cloaks of leaves similar to Jillian, their long sharpened wooden fingers whittled by well practiced hands. They stood just a little over six feet above the Skullkid suspended by twine strings. Twitching occasionally, the odd click, the only real evidence of them being animated.

Jillian replaced the book on her back beneath the cloak of leaves. Lifting up the lantern again, she beckoned. “C’mon, who wants to win?”