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I guess my comfort zone is "eccentric side character."
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The world seemed to shrink down, compress itself into a single point in space, as if the darkness of that black stone had consumed all but itself and Firebrand. It was impossible. No, that wasn't right. He had seen impossible many times. Nothing was impossible when worlds got all jumbled up. It was unthinkable. No, that wasn't it either. He could have surmised that all interworld flotsam would eventually make its way to poor accursed Arcadia. The truth was he hadn't wanted to think about it. He hadn't wanted to even consider the possibility. How in all the Hells of the universe had the gluttonous thing managed to find its way back to him?
He could feel a dull ache growing in his chest with every thrum of power the crest gave off, It spread throughout his body, awakening all the old and buried scars. A burn from the dragon, Somulo, a wound in the side from Arma, a deep gash in the back from the cowardly Phalanx, and wounds older still from the like of Nagus and Breager of the Black Light. You are old, it seemed to be telling him, you are strong but you are old and one day you will turn around to find another young strong gargoyle coming up behind you and he will only have to be as lucky as you were.
What the black crest, the Infinite Crest, the Blazon of Nothingness, offered was perfection. The power to rule through might that could not be challenged. He had forsaken such ambition along with it. He wanted to crack it in two and be done with it, but the logical part of brain used all its might to keep him in check. It wasn't the crest of king here, in this moment. It was a key. It could be the key he had searched for all of yesterday, the key necessary to break through this weird space and make their way to the strange building. He was searching for a way to get ahead of whatever disaster he felt coming and this land had presented it to him on a silver platter.
His eyes tore away from the crest and the world suddenly had color and texture again. He looked up at the paladin, eyes narrowed. "How did you come by that?" He asked breathlessly. "And how do you know that it is mine?"
"Ahh, my shark faced friend, I wouldn't expect you to understand." He said tucking the umbrella under his arm and wagging his finger in the air. "If my costume was any less audacious it would start looking too real, and if it starts looking too real it might become too real. People could end up mistaking me for some sort of ghastly creature of the night."
He shook the packet until it was empty, crumpled it in his fist, and replaced it in his jacket pocket. He rubbed his hands together in anticipation. "Right, now I just have to wait for the sun to finish setting."
He shook the packet until it was empty, crumpled it in his fist, and replaced it in his jacket pocket. He rubbed his hands together in anticipation. "Right, now I just have to wait for the sun to finish setting."
"You seem to have gotten into the swing of it already." Called a boyish looking man from a nearby patch of gnarled and dead trees. He was dressed entirely in evening wear, half-cape and top hat and everything, all accentuated with garish green and purple patterns of pumpkins and moons and screeching cats. Laid casually across his shoulder was an umbrella decorated much the same way. Everything from the tip of his hat down to the buckles on his shoes was unreal and fanciful.
"I'm sorry, was I not supposed to respond to that part?" he asked, smiling warmly and scattering the contents of a packet held in his other hand around the forsaken grove around him. His canine teeth were pointed. "Lovely evening, isn't it?."
"I'm sorry, was I not supposed to respond to that part?" he asked, smiling warmly and scattering the contents of a packet held in his other hand around the forsaken grove around him. His canine teeth were pointed. "Lovely evening, isn't it?."
Name: Lost Nineveh
Age: Old
Apperance:
(Landscape not to scale. 10 feet tall)
Bio: The wandering soul of a long dead city. Though once the greatest city-state in all the world, a never ending fountain of trade and culture, the people of Nineveh allowed their enormousness wealth lead them into decadence, corruption, and infighting. After a long period of costly wars, both at home and abroad, and a steady decline the city was overtaken by armies from the surrounding cities. Her people were put to the sword, her buildings to the torch, and her great works were torn up by hammer and carried off to all the know corners of the world and beyond. This judgement of Nineveh, however, only put cracks into the mortal shell of the city and from the ashes arose the cities essence. What was left of the city was shattered to dust as all that was once good and true dragged itself up out of the rubble and set off to wander.
Nineveh is seeking the numerous treasure that were stolen from her during her sack, but is most often waylaid by her fascination with new people and culture.
Powers: Nineveh is incredibly strong, durable, and heavy with a body like solid stone, and can "see" in a 360 degree circle around her body, and doesn't need to breath. She does need food and water however, in much larger portions than a human being. She does not heal like a normal person unless she has access to the raw materials necessary to make "repairs," which segues into her real power.
Nineveh's most interesting train is her ability to absorb raw materials like wood, metals, gems, and stone and output products made from these materials. The ability is augmented by another which allows her to set up "trade agreements" with others. When other people make such an agreement with Nineveh anything they agreed to send her are spirited away to her automatically and replaced with whatever she agreed to send back. The goods that Nineveh creates is of the finest quality and made to the specifications of whoever commissioned it, however she can only create things up to her current early-medieval technological level.
She can absorb people in the same manner. They, however, must willingly become a "citizen" of Nineveh. If they do they are never seen again and not even she truly knows what happens to them. Absorbing enough citizens in this way could theoretically raise her technological level and the items that she is able to produce.
Age: Old
Apperance:
(Landscape not to scale. 10 feet tall)
Bio: The wandering soul of a long dead city. Though once the greatest city-state in all the world, a never ending fountain of trade and culture, the people of Nineveh allowed their enormousness wealth lead them into decadence, corruption, and infighting. After a long period of costly wars, both at home and abroad, and a steady decline the city was overtaken by armies from the surrounding cities. Her people were put to the sword, her buildings to the torch, and her great works were torn up by hammer and carried off to all the know corners of the world and beyond. This judgement of Nineveh, however, only put cracks into the mortal shell of the city and from the ashes arose the cities essence. What was left of the city was shattered to dust as all that was once good and true dragged itself up out of the rubble and set off to wander.
Nineveh is seeking the numerous treasure that were stolen from her during her sack, but is most often waylaid by her fascination with new people and culture.
Powers: Nineveh is incredibly strong, durable, and heavy with a body like solid stone, and can "see" in a 360 degree circle around her body, and doesn't need to breath. She does need food and water however, in much larger portions than a human being. She does not heal like a normal person unless she has access to the raw materials necessary to make "repairs," which segues into her real power.
Nineveh's most interesting train is her ability to absorb raw materials like wood, metals, gems, and stone and output products made from these materials. The ability is augmented by another which allows her to set up "trade agreements" with others. When other people make such an agreement with Nineveh anything they agreed to send her are spirited away to her automatically and replaced with whatever she agreed to send back. The goods that Nineveh creates is of the finest quality and made to the specifications of whoever commissioned it, however she can only create things up to her current early-medieval technological level.
She can absorb people in the same manner. They, however, must willingly become a "citizen" of Nineveh. If they do they are never seen again and not even she truly knows what happens to them. Absorbing enough citizens in this way could theoretically raise her technological level and the items that she is able to produce.
It was a pleasant day. The wind breezed through the tall trees, playing the nostalgic melody of ocean waves, and the sun shining down through the leaves caused dapples of sunlight to dance like a festival of fairies on the shadowy forest floor. These things could not, however, dispel the growing unease of the city.
Nineveh was hungry.
The hulking form of the walking city moved with a slow and deliberate gait, ramparts nosily pushing through the interlocked branches of the trees where she couldn't find a way to delicately pass through some opening. The cracking and snapping ruined the ambiance provided by the wind and left broken limbs and twirling leaves in an ugly smear behind her that only served to partially cover the footprints left in the soft earth from her great weight. She reached up and dislodged a twisting branch that had gotten jammed in one of her doorways, tossing it haughtily behind her. She was halfway to just charging on ahead like the generals of old, but that was probably just the hunger. Nineveh didn't get hungry like a person. She got hungry like a city. She didn't get a rumbly stomach. She got a feeling of annoyed unease, that gave way to fear, that gave way to panic and violence at the most extreme edge she had ever been too. She didn't have any idea what came next. Well, as a matter of fact she did. What she didn't know is how it applied to her as a person. She didn't have any peers to tell her what happened when a violent revolution or mass emigration happened inside your own mind and she had no interest in knowing what it felt like first hand.
With another cascade falling debris she found herself standing, mercifully, before a stream. That was good. Follow a source of water long enough and you would eventually find some civilization where you could trade for essential things like food. She stepped forward, eager to get a drink to at least have something in her storehouse, when she noticed the two beings to either side of her. Her long stride had brought her directly between the two, their weapons at the ready. Instinct kicked in then, centuries of siege warfare flooding into what passed for her mind in an instant. When a city was menaced on all sides like this it bravely just sat there and took it until the threat got hungry and went away.
She froze stock still between them there, one hand plaintively outstretched toward the stream, and cursed how little food she had.
@supertinyking@Luna
Nineveh was hungry.
The hulking form of the walking city moved with a slow and deliberate gait, ramparts nosily pushing through the interlocked branches of the trees where she couldn't find a way to delicately pass through some opening. The cracking and snapping ruined the ambiance provided by the wind and left broken limbs and twirling leaves in an ugly smear behind her that only served to partially cover the footprints left in the soft earth from her great weight. She reached up and dislodged a twisting branch that had gotten jammed in one of her doorways, tossing it haughtily behind her. She was halfway to just charging on ahead like the generals of old, but that was probably just the hunger. Nineveh didn't get hungry like a person. She got hungry like a city. She didn't get a rumbly stomach. She got a feeling of annoyed unease, that gave way to fear, that gave way to panic and violence at the most extreme edge she had ever been too. She didn't have any idea what came next. Well, as a matter of fact she did. What she didn't know is how it applied to her as a person. She didn't have any peers to tell her what happened when a violent revolution or mass emigration happened inside your own mind and she had no interest in knowing what it felt like first hand.
With another cascade falling debris she found herself standing, mercifully, before a stream. That was good. Follow a source of water long enough and you would eventually find some civilization where you could trade for essential things like food. She stepped forward, eager to get a drink to at least have something in her storehouse, when she noticed the two beings to either side of her. Her long stride had brought her directly between the two, their weapons at the ready. Instinct kicked in then, centuries of siege warfare flooding into what passed for her mind in an instant. When a city was menaced on all sides like this it bravely just sat there and took it until the threat got hungry and went away.
She froze stock still between them there, one hand plaintively outstretched toward the stream, and cursed how little food she had.
@supertinyking@Luna
Name: Lost Nineveh
Age: Old
Apperance:
(Landscape not to scale. 10 feet tall)
Bio: The wandering soul of a long dead city. Though once the greatest city-state in all the world, a never ending fountain of trade and culture, the people of Nineveh allowed their enormousness wealth lead them into decadence, corruption, and infighting. After a long period of costly wars, both at home and abroad, and a steady decline the city was overtaken by armies from the surrounding cities. Her people were put to the sword, her buildings to the torch, and her great works were torn up by hammer and carried off to all the know corners of the world and beyond. This judgement of Nineveh, however, only put cracks into the mortal shell of the city and from the ashes arose the cities essence. What was left of the city was shattered to dust as all that was once good and true dragged itself up out of the rubble and set off to wander.
Nineveh is seeking the numerous treasure that were stolen from her during her sack, but is most often waylaid by her fascination with new people and culture.
Powers: Nineveh is incredibly strong, durable, and heavy with a body like solid stone, and can "see" in a 360 degree circle around her body, and doesn't need to breath. She does need food and water however, in much larger portions than a human being. She does not heal like a normal person unless she has access to the raw materials necessary to make "repairs," which segues into her real power.
Nineveh's most interesting train is her ability to absorb raw materials like wood, metals, gems, and stone and output products made from these materials. The ability is augmented by another which allows her to set up "trade agreements" with others. When other people make such an agreement with Nineveh anything they agreed to send her are spirited away to her automatically and replaced with whatever she agreed to send back. The goods that Nineveh creates is of the finest quality and made to the specifications of whoever commissioned it, however she can only create things up to her current early-medieval technological level.
She can absorb people in the same manner. They, however, must willingly become a "citizen" of Nineveh. If they do they are never seen again and not even she truly knows what happens to them. Absorbing enough citizens in this way could theoretically raise her technological level and the items that she is able to produce.
Age: Old
Apperance:
(Landscape not to scale. 10 feet tall)
Bio: The wandering soul of a long dead city. Though once the greatest city-state in all the world, a never ending fountain of trade and culture, the people of Nineveh allowed their enormousness wealth lead them into decadence, corruption, and infighting. After a long period of costly wars, both at home and abroad, and a steady decline the city was overtaken by armies from the surrounding cities. Her people were put to the sword, her buildings to the torch, and her great works were torn up by hammer and carried off to all the know corners of the world and beyond. This judgement of Nineveh, however, only put cracks into the mortal shell of the city and from the ashes arose the cities essence. What was left of the city was shattered to dust as all that was once good and true dragged itself up out of the rubble and set off to wander.
Nineveh is seeking the numerous treasure that were stolen from her during her sack, but is most often waylaid by her fascination with new people and culture.
Powers: Nineveh is incredibly strong, durable, and heavy with a body like solid stone, and can "see" in a 360 degree circle around her body, and doesn't need to breath. She does need food and water however, in much larger portions than a human being. She does not heal like a normal person unless she has access to the raw materials necessary to make "repairs," which segues into her real power.
Nineveh's most interesting train is her ability to absorb raw materials like wood, metals, gems, and stone and output products made from these materials. The ability is augmented by another which allows her to set up "trade agreements" with others. When other people make such an agreement with Nineveh anything they agreed to send her are spirited away to her automatically and replaced with whatever she agreed to send back. The goods that Nineveh creates is of the finest quality and made to the specifications of whoever commissioned it, however she can only create things up to her current early-medieval technological level.
She can absorb people in the same manner. They, however, must willingly become a "citizen" of Nineveh. If they do they are never seen again and not even she truly knows what happens to them. Absorbing enough citizens in this way could theoretically raise her technological level and the items that she is able to produce.
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