Fallenreaper

The Library

Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon

Emily

Emily knew this would be hard. She dreaded this from the very start, her chest hardened and seemed to curl into a ball, no longer made from flesh and blood. Everything seemed to swirl around her while the man started to shout at her. His hand pointed at his blackened skin causing his spirit to become irritated, the creature rose to the commotion in its restlessness. The ragworm seemed to sense a fight brewing.

Never once did Emily deny anything that Sean blamed her for, her pain swollen by the continued conversation. Yet all she could was just stand there. Her body frozen in place and seemed unable to move until Fran stepped forward, the politic relations holder’s words attempted to reach the man. A failing gesture it seemed when another spirit appeared, a familiar suit of armor that made Emily sick inside and worsen when Fran spoke the owner’s name then asked for what happened.

It turned out Emily’s choices had their grave consequences and the holders remaining had to face them, the little dragons had been let loose and attacked the previous holders relentlessly from the sounds of it. He had been on the run since and the other Holder hidden underground. Suddenly the chains dropped from the armour’s wrists and seemed to hiss, swaying like living creatures on the offensive. Cerberus growl deepened at the aggression but he knew better than just to snap at the man. Namely cause it was pointless, his fangs would’ve went right through and merely made him look ridiculous to his holder. Like it did with the bastard called Lux during the swimming lesson, a fact he didn’t like.

Cerberus! Enough. Emily telepathically ordered the spirit to heel, her expression soft but wearily watched Sean as if she debated on the right course of action. In reality, she was trying to figure out how not to provoke the man before her into a fight. One that would potentially get them all killed by dragon fire. We would’ve reacted the same way. Can you contact Francesa’s spirit? If we don’t defuse the situation soon, we’ll likely be eating Dragon Fire for breakfast and that is something I much rather avoid at all costs. I think there’s been life lost as it is, I rather avoid anymore, human or animal.

Stupid human, what wou-

Can it, Cerberus, I mean it! If you can contact her spirit, deliver this message: We have two options that I can see. Either we can fight Mister Merister, my least favorite and preferred option, or make a temporary, tactical retreat and rethink our choices. The fight option is what got us in this mess and we’ve all lost someone last time… Emily pause, namely at the fact Ramza might never wake up again. It was pointless now to bring that up and risk upsetting her more. That was something Emily didn’t need right now. Turned once again onto the current task, she continued hastily to pick up her pace again. We’re only here to talk after, but I have a feeling he will kill the messagers then risk it. I doubt the Mother Dragon will listen this time if another one of her children gets hurt again. So unless you’ve got some other options I’ve not thought of, now might be a good time to say them. The clock’s sadly ticking…

Cerberus grumbled. He muttered something in Latin Emily hadn’t been introduced to yet then proceeded to deliver the message. Emily didn’t want Sean to know what they were considering and thus didn’t want to speak it out loud. Inside she feverishly hoped her risk in doing this wouldn’t provoke the man, unsure if the holder was able to eavesdrop on her conversation. If that happened, it could end up making this situation far worse and would put her already questionable judgment beyond salvation.

She couldn’t make another mistake again.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Khan

At Uicle’s amusement, Khan turned his head to look at the armored soul with a raised eyebrow. He noted the teacher held the goblet in hand and gently swirled it, it’s distinct and pepper smell fell a bit short of overpowering the dwarven ale. However didn’t mean it was any less harsh after all, it wasn’t called Dragon Spite for nothing. Most described it like drinking dragon’s flame, the effect just as hard and strong on the stomach to those never had to travel to Yarosmere. Khan’s first unusual experience with came from dare he never would take again. One glass was enough for him to last a life time.

Though right now, he rather drink that then Samuel’s medicine as he heard Uicle’s baiting. Casually he watched the necromancer lowered his hand and patted the metal head of the bulldog golem. The beast was gnawing vigorous, though quietly, a trapped metal scrape betwixt his paws. His steel teeth made soft grinding sounds followed by low murmurs, clear audible sounds the Golem enjoyed his prize. The moment shorted lived when Uicle glance the entering students, chatter and enjoyment seemed to fill the hall in the teacher’s wait until the last had arrived then found seats. His dark tone and threat indicated his irritation at the half elf student, Alaira, a fact Khan over looked. Mainly it was because of Uilce’s earlier comment.

The Headmaster’s mouth scowled at the duel mageblood user with a tightened jawline at his mentioned about the healer’s reaction. Despite the intense frown that disapproved the truthful matter, Uicle, who realized the Esyire’s glare upon him, turned to him. He seemed to give Khan the distinct feeling he was smirking while he raised the glass in a toast then set down. As much as Khan would’ve liked to avoid the foul stuff, the idea of interrupting the Opening Feast and being talked down by the old healer wouldn’t suit his image too well with the students.

Khan’s shoulders relaxed, reluctantly, when he answered. “Very well but my next glass will have to be stronger than this, at least in taste. As for Alaira, I have faith she’ll behave. Despite her blunt dislike of me or few others, she’s gotten a good heart and with time, she’ll temper that wild spirit of hers for better use. Until, it just needs time.”

No longer stalling, Khan’s not bandaged hand reached for a smooth glass vial. He brought it up to his mouth his teeth clamped down and seized the porous cork before he pulled it off. It made a small pop when it came away. His hand slowly drained the murky, colorless liquid into the still ale. The liquid rippled until the last of it sank underneath and once more appeared unchanged, the evidence hidden by taste and strong odor. After he set the vial down, the Headmaster’s fingers grasped the goblet and spin the liquid in a childish attempt to stall. Eventually he sipped the ale, his face turned up into a bitter expression mixed between disgust and dislike. It seemed Samuel had given him a much stronger batch then his norm. Khan forced it down quickly, his hand placed the goblet down just as fast with his comment.

Coughing lightly, Khan straightened up to give Uicle and slightly amused look. “Leave it to Sam to give me the stronger doses. I’m starting to understand why the students avoid the infirmary now…”

Mar

Where was he? Mar wondered in irritation, her patient driven short by the lengthened day and it’s end drawn closer. Her reptile eyes shifted through the students that pressed towards the soon crowded Dining Hall and the event soon begin. In reality, Mar didn’t need to eat as she had eaten a few weeks prior thus it was pointless to be there for the food, her reason was more because of Tyrael she had chose to attend. Otherwise she likely would’ve found some where dark and dry to stay until her room was done. The fallen Orc didn’t often request something of her, her mind set on answering this rarity and ensured to follow through with it. To her it seemed larger then it should’ve been but she did owe something to him for leading her here. If not for his interference with the council, likely her life would’ve been forfeited or worse.

Her tail was pressed against the Hallway wall to avoid tripping any students or provoking potential biped hotheads, something she’s avoided for now. At thoughts of provoking her eyes shifted to the still dark shadow that seemed to follow her around. Everywhere she went the thing seemed to follow her around like some stray dog or animal, provided endless frustration. It likely knew this and reported back to its master, whoever it was, a few times then returned. Or she lost its location only to have it find her again, the Naga wasn’t certain. She pressed her back firmly into the wall and arms crossed in front, her current appearance the same as her arrival. It would have to do, she cared little how others would view her lacking top or bare chest. For Naga this dress was norm.

When Althalus’s form finally showed himself, Mar’s body would’ve drawn from the wall and slither towards him. It was a causal gesture that would seem harmless though she wasn’t sure if his quick quips or jest would change that, her mind still unsettled by being in a strange place. Right now, it wouldn’t take much to earn a tail smack from her.

The Library

CTHD post coming later tonight... Emily's current judgment seems to suck right now, lol.

Add: Hopefully this doesn't end badly...

Star Wars: Coruscant Sacked: Aftermath

Sundered Echo said
Sounds good Sep.As a Sith you can still ask any of the free Jedi players to collab with you anytime you want, only a few of them actually ask to be tortured by someone specific here...

Or in some cases, like Xid and Jayda, they get dragged into it. Lol, anyway I'll send a collab start for you to Guide with Jayda walking along the hall I route to both watch and erase any unsavory evidence of something she didn't know herself existed. :P We can figure out stuff from there.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Freeshooter92 said
I remember... Oh god do I remember. Though I didn't stick around for what I imagine is it's fiery end.Oh come on! Does get a new race?! We're crowded as it is!

Lol, it can be Alaira's goal in life to spare with every race in all of Tiien since we're so crowded. Her an excuse to go over and say hello as well as attempt to drag them into a fight. :P

I'll have a Mar and Khan post up today folks after work.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Lucius Cypher said
I think it went something along the lines of "make sure use the hemp rope that's been seeped in wine". You always know how I like it.

I'll hemp rope you, lol. Maybe I want to be greedy?

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Lucius Cypher said
Heyo Pyro. Need anything before we throw you into the game? Also, you're aligned with me, just for you own good.

What have I told you about roping Players against their wills!

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

EliteCommander said
I agree completely that I would rather stick with the setting we have, it's just that you may need to think of a reasonable explanation for why no one has come up with the concept yet.

Considering the concept lead to ended the world in the first place... I would say that might help.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Pyromania99 said
Hello fellow sentients. A pleasure.I'm this excited to be joining. :)

Welcome on board.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

EliteCommander said
I personally don't care about guns, but Lucius does have a good point. If this world has things that explode forcefully enough, then observation would show that it propels things very quickly. Once you have that, it does not take much imagination to try and force something quickly in one direction, then make it more powerful/compact/efficient. Honestly, if we have things that explode, then it would be harder to explain not having something of that nature than actually having it, as it would mean that no one has any real imagination. Of course, that wouldn't mean they would have firearms as we think of them. Cannons, perhaps?

Tell you what, stick to middle age/magic and in Act 2 we'll think about talking about it. :p Don't make me bring in the Gods!!!!

Leon5431 said
Hello! Just a spontaneous interjection from your neighborhood freedomfightingwolfguythingamojig.I agree with fallen and the person I don't know Frettzo, I would much rather stick to the medieval fantasy thing we have going on.

He's a nice guy, Leon... if rather leafy. :p