Alphakoka said
It's alright. I'll get to posting on Sunday.
That's good, I know some players dislike having other pcs smack into theirs and didn't want to ruffle feathers. I'll have a Quartz reply up Monday or Tuesday then.
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That's good, I know some players dislike having other pcs smack into theirs and didn't want to ruffle feathers. I'll have a Quartz reply up Monday or Tuesday then.
Ciphra said
Very true! So I'm just waiting for the to get into position then and then I'll get my post up! (Unless I missed where they posted and with my eyes that's highly likely!) then I will start working on it as soon as I pull it up and refresh myself with the content involving the instance!
Currently, I'm not moving the scene anymore until I need to so once you make a post, then by all means everyone else can have at it. :p
Lidda
Lidda frowned at sluggish attempt Alaira made towards her, but it didn't stop her reaction. In seconds, quills, sharp and thin hollow points erupted from her neck and created a hardened mane. It was fortunate that Alaira hadn't been able to rise her hand far enough or been able to strike, otherwise her hand would've been treated to something painful.
Instead, her eyebrow had rose in question at the half elf and took in her expression of pain. "Nice try, but I suggest against trying it again."
At seeing her current patient examine herself, Lidda waited in silence while Alaira's eyes roamed about her bandage body. Despite Vitamancy being a primary focus on the body, in areas of healing, strengthening, and more, there was only so much mending Lidda dared risk when it came to those suffering Blood Sickness. Mainly due to the fact their arcanite was at such levels and risk crippling the subject beyond repair, a main fact it was ill-advised for vitamancers to heal it. It made natural healers and alchemists like Samuel and Lucilia, respectively, necessary.
She moved, noting Alaira's stubbornness, when the student had pulled upright to make her way toward the scene. She spied Sam standing there, almost certian Mar should be in bed and rested alongside Lyn. His arms waved about in threatic worry which amused the Vitamancer inwardly. Alaira's comment naturally seemed to have done the trip, soothing the babe into a less fussy state as her little eyes closed into relaxation. Mar was still glaring at Athalus and seemed that the only fact he was in bed had stopped her from lashing out, much to Sam's worry. That didn't last long when he spotted Alaira and started to usher her back into the nearest cot, exclamations of why she shouldn't be out and bout rang through the room. Lidda shook her head before she rose upright and helped him place the others back into bed.
Time Passing: Two months
Khan
Khan sat within his office, his horned head hunched over his desk and papers piled at each end. Currently he was dressed in a white, crisp tunic designed to allow his wings to fold about his form and buckskin trousers that ran down to just below his knees. His left boot tapped softly against the stone floor, making a loud tip-tap to fill the silence. At his side was a elegantly carved cane propped there as a reminder. His focus was fixed on papers which held his official written signature and yet in some odd way, it didn't.
His chicken scratch, once strong and fluid, had a shaky quality to it with each time he picked up a feathered quill. It had taken what he thought was ages to be able to write eligible once again after his experience but the effects would last a lifetime, his hand's strength weakened and unable to grasp for long periods. At least like it had before. It had taken some difficulty to convince the representatives that this incident wouldn't happen. Yet, many students and staff had decided to return home against his reassurances, leaving the College slightly less crowded then it had been once. There was still plenty of students to avoid the eerie abandonment, but the losses were still felt both in the face of the Headmaster and those left behind. It was a depressing time then.
Slowly he rose his head and tore away from his current task, a list of the College expenses for the month, as he reached one hand to open a drawer. His wing shifted to make the motion easier while his body half turned to glimpse within. It creaked opened on its mixture of mental and wooden grooves. A glint reflected off a familiar green vial with an attached note. His hand reached in to examine it, bring it up to his odd colored eyes while the words echoed in his mind: we really should be friends.
Khan hadn't revealed the object's presence to anyone. Niether Lucillia, Tyrael or Uicle, for he feared what all of them would've said. He had his own idea, unsure how well it fit to the personality they had and of what their actions would've been. There was slight discomfort he felt about his friends action, one that held him back from telling them. Khan wasn't ready to risk secrets and he just wasn't sure if they would keep something from him or tell him the dark truth, disliking his current course of action.
He churned the liquid's contain over in his hand while he had little fear of being overheard or walked in on. Mainly thanks to Rathel's little demonic creations and Zaad's part. Rathel, alongside the other demons, had been confined to the Inferno for one month and during that time, he had been busy developing a special type of flower imbue with demonic energies. It had special properties which played upon Rathel's demon nature and herbamancy, creating a slight bounding effect where it could only be manipulated by a single Herbamancer throughout all it's long life. However, there were side effects Rathel was still determined to iron out. Namely the vicious nature of th eplant in question and it's craving for blood, a vampiric trait left off from the original plant chosen for the experiment. Now the plant, hidden below the stone work of Khan's office, had created a tightly woven seal against any would be spies or pests, plant or otherwise. Zaad on the other hand was eager to patrol the hallways, alert and tense in his chore.
Khan's mind wandered over the events which had past in the last two months.
The days had passed into weeks and before too long, the changes of the seasons had occurred throughout the College, freed from the effects of that terrible night. Changes in the season were clear as frost gave way to the spring breezes, melting them to make way to new greenery within the College grounds and the familiar grey landscape surrounding it. Far in the distance along the roads towards the Twilight College, like tiny trees of a grim nature, were the petrified and rotted heads of a great number of demons purged during the previous month placed there by Tyrael. Khan after all would not allow any remains back upon the College's grounds now cleaned of the losses. Classes had slowly went back to their subtle ways, practice and knowledge passed into the minds of the students as they grow in magic.
His leg ached, a cry to stir, causing Khan to set the vial aside and gently rub the pain away. The medicine Lucilia had left upon his desk was still there, barely touched, thanks to his overwhelming tasks. Surly skipping one day wouldn't hurt him? Thought Khan, lazily casted his sight upon it before he farther ignored it.
Mar And Lyn
Mar's arm was pressed onto Althalus's chest, her fingers splayed over the contours and felt the soft rise and fall of his breathing. Her head was nuzzled near his neck inhaling his comforting scent. In the past, she would never have been this close to him, sleeping close and coiling her tail about his sleeping form. It had only became a habit due to Lyn's inability to sleep without the presence of both. Now, despite Mar's pride, it felt more natural then anything.
In a hazy sense, Mar began to wake. The den was too dark to see anything but faded lines blurred out by a pale glow, yet her skin flickered alive. Something was crawling across her skin. Slow and creeping. Mar's eyes snapped open and a dry hiss escaped her lips. He body jerked upright, her arms snapped free from the petite thorns which had twisted about the bed. It was a small rose bush but the thorn were like tiny daggers, their floral blades dug into her skin, splitting it to draw blood.
Instinctively Mar's head snapped about, her eyes alarmed. Lyn, now six years physically, was sitting just at the foot of their bed. She dressed in a simple, cotton tunic with her brown long hair wild and tangled. Fresh soil smudges had covered her from head to toe, so she appeared like most typical children her physical age. However, her skin looked slight peak as in her hand was a bundle of roses, their stems trailed from her scratched grasp and spread across the bed. She smiled, faintly, through she looked about to tip over from her seated position. Two objects were sitting next to her, the first was a small dagger, made from the bone and twine demon gut connecting the blade and handle (with her toy's baby bells attached), and the last was a well love abused stuff animal patched several times.
When she spotted her mother's surprised gaze, Lyn held out her arms to present her with the flowers. Her head gestured to gathered gift then back to Mar, unable to speak words yet. At first the sudden pace at which Lyn had grown alarmed Mar, not even Naga grew up that fast, and became a slight worry for various teachers in the College. So far there wasn't any thing to determine Lyn's quick growth was harmful to her but rather, natural. It was hard to know for sure due to Lyn being the first of her kind.
"Lyn... did you do this?" Mar asked in a soft voice, her arms edged to scoop her daughter up. Unaware of the small scratches leaving tiny, bloody lines over her surface. Lyn merely nodded, her thin arms wrapped about Mar's neck while she laid her head upon the shoulders with heavy lidded eyes.
Lidda frowned at sluggish attempt Alaira made towards her, but it didn't stop her reaction. In seconds, quills, sharp and thin hollow points erupted from her neck and created a hardened mane. It was fortunate that Alaira hadn't been able to rise her hand far enough or been able to strike, otherwise her hand would've been treated to something painful.
Instead, her eyebrow had rose in question at the half elf and took in her expression of pain. "Nice try, but I suggest against trying it again."
At seeing her current patient examine herself, Lidda waited in silence while Alaira's eyes roamed about her bandage body. Despite Vitamancy being a primary focus on the body, in areas of healing, strengthening, and more, there was only so much mending Lidda dared risk when it came to those suffering Blood Sickness. Mainly due to the fact their arcanite was at such levels and risk crippling the subject beyond repair, a main fact it was ill-advised for vitamancers to heal it. It made natural healers and alchemists like Samuel and Lucilia, respectively, necessary.
She moved, noting Alaira's stubbornness, when the student had pulled upright to make her way toward the scene. She spied Sam standing there, almost certian Mar should be in bed and rested alongside Lyn. His arms waved about in threatic worry which amused the Vitamancer inwardly. Alaira's comment naturally seemed to have done the trip, soothing the babe into a less fussy state as her little eyes closed into relaxation. Mar was still glaring at Athalus and seemed that the only fact he was in bed had stopped her from lashing out, much to Sam's worry. That didn't last long when he spotted Alaira and started to usher her back into the nearest cot, exclamations of why she shouldn't be out and bout rang through the room. Lidda shook her head before she rose upright and helped him place the others back into bed.
Khan
Khan sat within his office, his horned head hunched over his desk and papers piled at each end. Currently he was dressed in a white, crisp tunic designed to allow his wings to fold about his form and buckskin trousers that ran down to just below his knees. His left boot tapped softly against the stone floor, making a loud tip-tap to fill the silence. At his side was a elegantly carved cane propped there as a reminder. His focus was fixed on papers which held his official written signature and yet in some odd way, it didn't.
His chicken scratch, once strong and fluid, had a shaky quality to it with each time he picked up a feathered quill. It had taken what he thought was ages to be able to write eligible once again after his experience but the effects would last a lifetime, his hand's strength weakened and unable to grasp for long periods. At least like it had before. It had taken some difficulty to convince the representatives that this incident wouldn't happen. Yet, many students and staff had decided to return home against his reassurances, leaving the College slightly less crowded then it had been once. There was still plenty of students to avoid the eerie abandonment, but the losses were still felt both in the face of the Headmaster and those left behind. It was a depressing time then.
Slowly he rose his head and tore away from his current task, a list of the College expenses for the month, as he reached one hand to open a drawer. His wing shifted to make the motion easier while his body half turned to glimpse within. It creaked opened on its mixture of mental and wooden grooves. A glint reflected off a familiar green vial with an attached note. His hand reached in to examine it, bring it up to his odd colored eyes while the words echoed in his mind: we really should be friends.
Khan hadn't revealed the object's presence to anyone. Niether Lucillia, Tyrael or Uicle, for he feared what all of them would've said. He had his own idea, unsure how well it fit to the personality they had and of what their actions would've been. There was slight discomfort he felt about his friends action, one that held him back from telling them. Khan wasn't ready to risk secrets and he just wasn't sure if they would keep something from him or tell him the dark truth, disliking his current course of action.
He churned the liquid's contain over in his hand while he had little fear of being overheard or walked in on. Mainly thanks to Rathel's little demonic creations and Zaad's part. Rathel, alongside the other demons, had been confined to the Inferno for one month and during that time, he had been busy developing a special type of flower imbue with demonic energies. It had special properties which played upon Rathel's demon nature and herbamancy, creating a slight bounding effect where it could only be manipulated by a single Herbamancer throughout all it's long life. However, there were side effects Rathel was still determined to iron out. Namely the vicious nature of th eplant in question and it's craving for blood, a vampiric trait left off from the original plant chosen for the experiment. Now the plant, hidden below the stone work of Khan's office, had created a tightly woven seal against any would be spies or pests, plant or otherwise. Zaad on the other hand was eager to patrol the hallways, alert and tense in his chore.
Khan's mind wandered over the events which had past in the last two months.
The days had passed into weeks and before too long, the changes of the seasons had occurred throughout the College, freed from the effects of that terrible night. Changes in the season were clear as frost gave way to the spring breezes, melting them to make way to new greenery within the College grounds and the familiar grey landscape surrounding it. Far in the distance along the roads towards the Twilight College, like tiny trees of a grim nature, were the petrified and rotted heads of a great number of demons purged during the previous month placed there by Tyrael. Khan after all would not allow any remains back upon the College's grounds now cleaned of the losses. Classes had slowly went back to their subtle ways, practice and knowledge passed into the minds of the students as they grow in magic.
His leg ached, a cry to stir, causing Khan to set the vial aside and gently rub the pain away. The medicine Lucilia had left upon his desk was still there, barely touched, thanks to his overwhelming tasks. Surly skipping one day wouldn't hurt him? Thought Khan, lazily casted his sight upon it before he farther ignored it.
Mar And Lyn
Mar's arm was pressed onto Althalus's chest, her fingers splayed over the contours and felt the soft rise and fall of his breathing. Her head was nuzzled near his neck inhaling his comforting scent. In the past, she would never have been this close to him, sleeping close and coiling her tail about his sleeping form. It had only became a habit due to Lyn's inability to sleep without the presence of both. Now, despite Mar's pride, it felt more natural then anything.
In a hazy sense, Mar began to wake. The den was too dark to see anything but faded lines blurred out by a pale glow, yet her skin flickered alive. Something was crawling across her skin. Slow and creeping. Mar's eyes snapped open and a dry hiss escaped her lips. He body jerked upright, her arms snapped free from the petite thorns which had twisted about the bed. It was a small rose bush but the thorn were like tiny daggers, their floral blades dug into her skin, splitting it to draw blood.
Instinctively Mar's head snapped about, her eyes alarmed. Lyn, now six years physically, was sitting just at the foot of their bed. She dressed in a simple, cotton tunic with her brown long hair wild and tangled. Fresh soil smudges had covered her from head to toe, so she appeared like most typical children her physical age. However, her skin looked slight peak as in her hand was a bundle of roses, their stems trailed from her scratched grasp and spread across the bed. She smiled, faintly, through she looked about to tip over from her seated position. Two objects were sitting next to her, the first was a small dagger, made from the bone and twine demon gut connecting the blade and handle (with her toy's baby bells attached), and the last was a well love abused stuff animal patched several times.
When she spotted her mother's surprised gaze, Lyn held out her arms to present her with the flowers. Her head gestured to gathered gift then back to Mar, unable to speak words yet. At first the sudden pace at which Lyn had grown alarmed Mar, not even Naga grew up that fast, and became a slight worry for various teachers in the College. So far there wasn't any thing to determine Lyn's quick growth was harmful to her but rather, natural. It was hard to know for sure due to Lyn being the first of her kind.
"Lyn... did you do this?" Mar asked in a soft voice, her arms edged to scoop her daughter up. Unaware of the small scratches leaving tiny, bloody lines over her surface. Lyn merely nodded, her thin arms wrapped about Mar's neck while she laid her head upon the shoulders with heavy lidded eyes.
Post is up, and yes, I couldn't help having Emily smack into Vigna, Alpha. If you're not happy with, let me know and I'll edit it. >_> I had to give you something to react to and if he's not awake, he should be now after that. :p
Emily
After Valor faded, the world seemed to spin around her. Around and around, it all turned into a blur of dark fur, gritty sands and rustic blood crowding in on Emily. Immediately she found herself dropped to one knee and struggling to remain upright, her other leg tucked underneath as adrenaline pulsed through her veins by her heart, her head was pounding in echoes. It felt like each breath was inhaling rustic nails instead of air, her body nothing but dead weight now. Settling upon her hands and knees, locked there by the dying surge of energy, her head casted downward for a moment to manage some sort of strength left.
Emily's wounds mingled with the sands and darkening the grains slightly, the little pieces stuck into the painful wounds exposed to the arid air. The familiar bow gone had vanished into thin air, now leaving her hand splayed against the ground to prop her upright. Just barely.
Her eyes turned to the others for a moment, checking their status. About the fittest one was Diane as bit Vignar and herself had taken quite a bit of damage. Finally her eyes turned to Fran. Uncertainty lingered in her dark eyes as she looked past, seeing the cage fall away and the prowling shapes of the werecats stalk closer. An instinct within her shouted for her to rise but her limbs were too heavy, weighed down by the battle, blood loss and sense of a hollow victory. A younger werecat feigned a lunge at her only to dart away back to a distance, tugged by the scent of blood but repelled by something.
Cerberus's words reached her ear then. 'If you don't get up, your teammates will perish. Now stop being weak and stand up.'
Emily glared at him yet forced herself to stand, her legs wobbly as a new born and every few inches gain threatened to being her right back to her knees. She hadn't even gotten out her gauntlets when the shadow arrived. In moments the sun was lost in it while it drifted over the dunes, large and frightfully familiar. Her fine neck hairs stood erect when she lifted her head to see the large form of the mother Dragon. Sands whipped about sending Emily to shield her head with her arms, ignoring the stinging pain, then fight to stay upright against their fury.
It was an epic fail from the start.
The gusts easily sent her body to the ground, flat on her side, like the dead weight it was. Unable to hold her ground or remain standing, Emily was sent skimming across the sand and plowed right into Vignar. At least if he hadn't moved.
Either way, her position near Vignar or only a short distance away, she had landed in a half balled up posture while memories flashed in her mind. They flickered like some twisted side show starring her last mission here causing her to tremble slightly. She saw her claws buried into a Drake's skull, the dragon's roar echoed in her head, the blaze of her fire and finally the caravan's screams while many burned. Even the stench of burning flesh rose to her senses making her stomach twist into knots. Emily couldn't help the guilty stone wedged within her stomach or the sudden flinch at hearing the beast utter Latin, Cerberus's betrayal brought to her waking awareness. The sensation of vomit edged at the back of her throat. Slowly she swallowed it down but didn't move. Part of her shamefully wanted this to be some horrid nightmare where she would wake any moment, the rest of her knew better. This wasn't a nightmare. It was made even more real when the beast's eyes loomed over them and Emily found herself unable to meet the dragon's derive gaze.
While Emily grappled with her fear Cerberus could only see the unfocused sight of the claw and the old woman, transformed from the werecat. Since he was limited by Emily's position, he instead focused on listening to the Mother Dragon's roar as she questioned their presence, in a tone he suspected was similar to a person talking to a disgusting rodent. Not that he was surprised. His very holder had ended up killing one of her children, directly, just to save another holder's filthy hide. Under his breath he cursed Ramza for putting Emily in this position as well as Lux for his absence in this mission.
His eyes shifted, for a moment, back to Emily. He couldn't understand why she risked so much for those who fell so short of her own strength level or her resentment to make the sacrifices. He mentally sighed when his attention was snagged by the translating werecat, partly relieved his role could be limited now.
Speaking to Vignar's and Diane's spirit, Cerberus made it clear Emily wasn't in the best of shape. At least in the case they couldn't see it themselves. 'One of you might want to tell the Mother Dragon why we're here or I will...'
Emily could managed to whisper softly a single word, her tone slightly pleading, "Cerberus...don't."
Cerberus leaned closer and replied.
'Then stop shaking and swallow that guilt, before you die and allow me to make good on my promise.'
Rtron said
HA! Echo and I told you how great it was and you were skeptical! Oh ye of little faith, you must believe now!
Well, it would be more fun if I could figure out the bio stuff. Otherwise, I'm stuck to shooting and that's it.
chukklehed said
Well, apparently super cancer comes with telepathy, so at least there's a silver lining.
Still can't make anyone take him seriously. :P
yoshua171 said
Haha, 200 years ago was certainly not the first Great War. I'm not even sure we can call it a Great War. I mean the scale was...lower, if you ask me. Sure, shit hit the fan, but not to the extent that it did in the Great War. Yes, it was 3200 years ago that Heaven fell (due to the Great War). Sorry for the lack of clarity on these things. We've been, slowly, trying to compile the utter shitton of lore we have in Essence and it's seriously difficult >_>
I've noticed. :p Hence why I went with humans, though Darius is the oldest NPC I have and I rather keep his history vague enough.
chukklehed said
it's not just ANY cancer, that would be bad. It's SUPER cancer.
Sounds like a disease ridden hero in tights....
Alright then, I'll work on that and get it up Thursday or Friday, sooner possibly. That is if I'm not sucked into Mass Effect... XD
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