Fetzen

The Whispering Badlands

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Othen Perelyn

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When Cillian had held the flower right into his view, there first had been no visible reaction from Othen. He had just stood there, still holding Emmett at bay at the other end of his arm. His head had started to lean sidewards with noone knowing if he had been doing this on purpose or not. Then there had been seemingly random jerks occurring accross his face.

Why ? It wasn't even that much about Emmett himself. In fact, one could be glad about having found a physical reason for his strange, violent behaviour just as well as one could be enraged because of it. It was about all of it having been uncovered so late. Shouldn't someone who had been so proficient when it had come to unraveling Othen's secrets had been even more successful when it had come to his own nephew ? The last word was the keyword in here. The rather close relationship between their lead explorer and their lead troublemaker did trigger some suspicions, but the berserker was far from speaking about it. To add to all of this, he had a gut feeling that something else was wrong. Something about the stories Cillian and Grace had told him just didn't fit, but he had not yet been able to identify it. It had been a displeasing night after all and if the searing heat did impair someone's ability to memorize things as easily as otherwise - that someone wasn't alone.

Now he had been selected to serve as a mobile prison for a cocky boy that was suffering from withdrawal symptoms. Othen had spent some thoughts about his own 'addiction, though one couldn't really call it that. The stuff he used was a bit of the inverse of ordinary addictives like the desert flower. It was dangerous while in use, not while not using. How would the party react when someone discovered this ? The thought made him pay more attention to his belongings, especially his backpack...

Sometimes it had been him dragging Emmett behind, other times it had been Rook's nephew trying to drag him behind. Othen wasn't a fast walker, a fact that easily could be attributed to his stature that took several aspects to the very extreme. On occasion, he diverted his steps from a straight line in order to pick up a large stone he could use for training while walking. Then, seemlingly out of the blue, Othen found himself being consumed by the collapsing desert floor, taking Emmett wit him into the darkness.

When the war-painted man got up again, it wasn't from a more or less deep dent in the soft floor, it was from half a crater. A familiar voice was advancing to his ears even before he was able to get a clear picture of his surroundings. It seemed everyone had survived the fall without major injuries to their bones - a rather astonishing and strange fact in itself -, but: blind ? How the hell did Emmett manage to loose his eyesight ? Othen attempted to blame the sudden fall for this as he did not straightforwardly believe that nonsense a probably hallucinating Emmett was talking about. When he realized how much their environment was like death and decay, the rope was immediately loosened. A calculated risk if one took the boy's recent unpredictability into account, but he could ill-afford to be still tied when there was combat. And he had a feeling that there could be. Othen grabbed one of his enormous axes and his shield, then started to advance forward slowly. They could discuss things while on the move! The earlier they attempted to get out of here, the better. "Emmett! What happened ?"

Spells in the Dark (18+ For dark and suggestive themes)

I had an idea...

Perhaps we could put up a list of links to the collabs / pads that are currently open and maintain it ? Standard pad links aren't very descriptive, and the named ones bear the risk of being accidentally hit by others. Or is it just me who sometimes has trouble to follow the trail of links from one chat window to the next one while being too lazy to add every pad to the browser's favorites and give it a descriptive name there ? A good place for such a list would be a pad itself as everyone can edit new things into it and take others out as they come.

Fae Wild (A RP with myself and Fetzen)

@Eviledd1984

Being stared down at was something Madawc couldn't really stand. If he had been in a better position he would have stepped onto the wagon, putting himself on equal terms with her. "I'm no evil, so get off my back, please." he replied decisively. It wasn't entirely truthful though.

The Whispering Badlands

I'm fine with that.

Torn Across the Rift

A note on the language thing: Fetz, don't change anything, your a gargoyle.

For most the team you won't realize your speaking or listening to a language other than your native tongue. It is like your brain set English as the new default.

@Eyeris

Okay sorry, wasn't aware of that.

Fae Wild (A RP with myself and Fetzen)

@Eviledd1984

"That's what I am, too. Isn't such an attack highly unusual near the main roads ?" The suspicion still had not got out of him completely. What added to his caution was that there was a void of information in his mind about these 'Red Doves'. But perhaps he could remedy that: "May I ask what the Order you are leading is all about ? Haven't heard about The Red Doves before, to be honest."

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@EurmalEye@FallenTrinity

Harald had almost been into the water when his dive into it became interrupted. In the corner of his view he could see how Samantha's body skimming over Alex's skin. "Perhaps you should probe the water's temperature before you get in so fast." he commented in her direction, but with a tone indicating that he wasn't serious about it. On the other hand now he had received a good warning not to make the same error - he too had been on the verge of going in there without hesitation. Harald dipped his right paw into the hot water and pulled it back out immediately, getting rid of the fluid by shaking it rapidly. For one moment one could think that he really was a cat that just had discovered an anxiety about water. Then however he got in. Warm water would have a far superior cleaning effect compared to the lake. Speaking of which, he could barely hear Sulleykaar talking about 'Naga'. Harald had no idea what that was. But the other person moved quite a bit like a serpent. So strange to see... But who was he to judge strangeness ?

The splice turned his head around again, now paying full attention to Samantha whom Alex had just introduced him to. "Hello. Yeah that's right, I'm Harald. And I'm a bloody newcomer here like my friend just said. How long have you been around here, if I may ask ?"

Fae Wild (A RP with myself and Fetzen)

@Eviledd1984

"Xavier ? Who is this person ?" Madawc pointed at Scarlet in a rather disrespectful manner while directing his view and words to the mute. Then he got blunt: "So why are you approaching us in this rather threatening way ? Is it forbidden to defend oneself ?" In fact, the demon-mans mind started to draw hypothetical lines between the monster's attack and the very sudden and both spatially and temporarily very close emergence of that... whoever she was. Aside from that... meeting yet another person who instantaneously knew about his demon part did piss him off somewhat.

The Whispering Badlands

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Othen Perelyn

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Othen definitely wasn't the one who required things like these to be told twice. "As you wish." It wasn't an entirely honest wording. In fact, every inclination to interpret his words the way that he would feel like having to obey an order of Floure would be totally misguided. He was very eager to get this job done himself and the woman's words were just a nice boost.

'Boosted' probably also was an adequate phrase to describe Othen's approach. He thought that just attempting to pull the boy away from their leader wouldn' suffice - Emmett would likely just stick to Rook so hard in his frenzy that he would drag the other man with him. So what the berserker did was to momentarily forget everything about that innermost circle person's started to feel uncomfortable when it was penetrated by someone els. He used his incredibly packed elbows as a wedge that he drove in between the two men's breasts.Then the man pushed his arms outwards in opposite directions, thereby building up distance between the strugglers until they were out of their individual arm's reach.

Now it was time to fully focus on Emmett. Whilst Othen himself had never lost his father and thereby couldn't really understand how hard it might have been for Rook's nephew, he had at least a rudimentary understanding about when going mad was appropriate and when not. Or at least he believed he had. The truth would be a thing to be judged by the others. Othen just felt that Rook was the wrong person to rage at for Emmett, though he didn't really approve of what his uncle had just done, too. The boy wasn't giving up. He squirmed at the other end of Othen's far outstretched left arm. Luckily for him Emmett was clearly at a disadvantage when it came to range, otherwise he would have had to be afraid of his face getting scratched to hell.

Othen's next attempt to switch the boy back into normal operation was to shake him violently, including multiple times of lifting him off the ground and slamming him back on it while shouting: "Emmett! Calm down! I'll knock you out if you don't!"

Spells in the Dark (18+ For dark and suggestive themes)

I most likely won't be available for today's collab session. Tomorrow's a rather densely packed and important day for me and I can't afford to be on that early my local time.

I'll work in necessary Andri parts as soon as I have time. @Meiyuki / @Aerandir Could one of you please PM me about the things I should insert then or leave indicators in the collab ? Would make things easier.