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The Fall of Scorned [A Fantasy Adventure]

I'm waiting for Ghost Shadow.

Darke Magyk - Concluded

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Little-Bell Dreamfree

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Location:Palace - Front Steps

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When her Witch Mother’s face went as sour as old plum wine, Bell bit her tongue, but it was too late. Responsibility fell at her feet, like a bag of wet stones. She stared at her feet and nodded, tracing alternating circles with the tips of her toes. Conditional or not, Bell knew she should have known better than to ask too many questions and let herself get involved in all this too deeply. Now it seemed as though politics might mar what she had hoped would be a simple reunion with sister Valda, or as simple as these things could be. A hand unconsciously felt the small lump at the bottom of her bag as she thought of Valda.

"She isn't Queen yet."

“Oh good, then we’re not late.” She smiled too sweetly at the guard, honey and nectar made sickly. It was no small source of amusement how much people mistrusted them. Anyone would think the occasional harmless hex or CradleSnatching were grievous crimes.

Wave Breakers - Fantasy Water World - Signups open

Elodea

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A small tin of something heavy thumped onto the work surface, bringing a brief tinkling from nearby bottles. Ellie dusted of her hands. Above, the sounds of combat were all too audible. Delilah had been unmistakable. But that seemed distant and far away; right now, Ellie’s focus was on her craft, her hands kept steady not just by the numbweed she sill chewed.

The slight elf went to work, transferring a purple-brown extract made from the leached ash of several species of seaweed into a larger brown-glass container for dilution, before setting it aside – a quick task. Ducking down, she retrieved a pestle and mortar of solid, trusty granite, requiring her to use two arms to lift, and even then, her muscles shook. Various herbs, roots and dried samples of kelp and other marine plant life flew from their containers into the mortar, elven hands moving deftly. They were ground up, their ratios and quantities somehow tracked by Ellie, even though many were near identical.

Whilst she worked, she hummed a simple tune, a favourite of her brother’s.

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

William Viridian

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Location: X-mansion

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“I’m okay,” he mumbled, with a nod. It was too much; he was too exhausted to deal with people. Couldn’t they all just go away? What did they want from him? As soon as they realised he was a freak, he’d be alone, whether he wanted to be or not. That wouldn’t be so bad. Please make it so it wasn’t so bad.

No, he told himself, hanging his head. Hair draped around him like a thick mourning veil, hiding his scrunched-up face, like another letter he’d failed to write. Unmistakeable iron pangs filled his mouth after biting down on his tongue. Just try, please. He let out a long, steady breath. He looked up and brushed the hair from his face by running both hands through it.

“I don’t think he noticed,” he was completely deadpan, though the ghost of a smile suggested he might be trying to joke. Eye contact was uncomfortable, so he only kept it for a few moments. His gaze flitted to his upturned palms, now resting on his knees. “I, uhh… My name is Will. I heal things? I guess.” It was too tricky to explain in full. He licked his lips with a parched tongue.

“What about you?”

Welch (underworld debt collectors)

@Rebirth Is what you have in mind similar to what @Wolpertingers put forward, or are we going to have a much more even split of classes?

Welch (underworld debt collectors)

Lilith the Cambion

Lilith the Cambion

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Full body

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Class: Fixer
Powers:
Shapeshift – Lilith can alter her physical form to that of any animal or beast she is familiar with, retaining her mental attributes whilst those physical are replaced. The changes can be minor, such as altering her facial structure to appear unrecognisable, hiding her horns to appear human, or they can be extreme, such as taking the form of a cat or raven. One thing she cannot change is the eyes; they always stay red, glowing ever so faintly – as such she often wears rose-tinted glasses with round lenses.

Charm – For up to one-hour Lilith can charm a person, who will then hold her in high regard and obey simple commands. The effect can be resisted by those of strong character and willpower, and fails entirely if attempted on those who have supernatural bloodlines. The effect is also broken if a self-destructive command is given.

Ghastly Visage – For an instant Lilith will conjure up a ghastly visage from her repertoire, meant to shock her target, and instil a rightful sense of fear in those of a less infernal or divine disposition.

Dream Presence – An ability gained from her Incubus siring, she can enter the dreams of the sleeping and seduce them to plant ideas, which they may retain upon waking, whilst losing the memory of the dream to the aether.

Fortified Will – Forcing her will upon others paired with the mental conditioning necessary to survive being thrown into the deep-end of Hell has given Lilith a will of iron.

Weakness: Mirrors – Anything more than a flash of her own reflection in her peripheral vision and she’ll be immobilised by horror, the discord between the twin natures of her being and the dissonance between what she is and what she seems to be will be brought to the forefront. The time it takes to regain control will vary, and for a period afterwards she will be particularly susceptible to attack both physical and psychological, as she will be distracted. Whilst her mind is in this enfeebled state, she is also vulnerable to internal crisis.

Backstory:
Born from the unholy union between woman and demon, Lilith was sired by an Incubus and birthed by a dock whore and opium addict. She seemed like a normal child, except for her eyes – terrible red things. This meant Lilith was forced by her mother to spend most of the time in the brothel attic, where many revelations came somewhat prematurely. Still, rumours abounded about the devil child in the rafters. After a thrashing from her mother and the brothel owners, she learnt to be quiet.

Whilst not the most exuberant lifestyle, there was a handful her mother’s trusted friends that saw to her education, teaching her not just general knowledge, but also, rather questionably, secrets of their trade, often in the form of humorous anecdotes. When her mother was not in a drug-addled fugue, sometimes she would teach too. On her fourteenth birthday she was given a pair of rose coloured glasses to disguise her eyes, and was taken to the market, the first time she’d seen the outside world, having only escaped through storybooks before. One month later she was working in the brothel, forced into it by her mother – too short of money thanks to her habit.

On her eighteenth birthday a strange, lithe man stole her away, with barely a protest from her mother; a hefty, jangling pouch saw to that. Then they went to hell.

Time was hard to keep track of after that. The torments and tribulations ring hollow in the back of her mind, sealed off now, but at the time… at the time only her bloodline had saved her mind from shattering, but perhaps it had not kept it whole either. She supposed that’s why her father had taken her back.

During this period, she was reconditioned to the ways of Hell, tutored in the many intricacies of an apparently barbarian and insidious place, and used her understanding to quickly curry favour. Her dormant demonic nature awoke, her appearance altered; horns sprouted, eyes developed a faint incandescence. Yet she learnt to conceal these, and assured her place as an invaluable Fixer, familiar with humanities’ customs and ideals. She became obsessed with climbing the teetering hierarchy, developing an insatiable ambition.

Well, part of her did, anyway.

Welch (underworld debt collectors)

Thanks! Hope she gets accepted because I'm rather fond of her too. ^^

The Fall of Scorned [A Fantasy Adventure]

Small post to tie off the interaction, hope you don't mind.

The Fall of Scorned [A Fantasy Adventure]

Kean Jossun

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The exchange between the Orc and Templar was over quick enough; Kean had watched silently, biting his upper lip to stem any further reaction whatsoever at the Templar’s insidiousness; he wanted to keep his head.

“Oh, I’m more than satisfied,” Kean said through a smirk, “You seem human enough for me.”

Then he looked to Zina, the other side of Adra, and then to Adra herself, and then back again.

“Do – ” he began, before trying to shake the amazement from his face, chuckling to himself, “never mind.”

He followed.

Welch (underworld debt collectors)

Let me know if any tweak or overhauls are necessary.

Lilith the Cambion

Lilith the Cambion

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Full body

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Class: Fixer
Powers:
Shapeshift – Lilith can alter her physical form to that of any animal or beast she is familiar with, retaining her mental attributes whilst those physical are replaced. The changes can be minor, such as altering her facial structure to appear unrecognisable, hiding her horns to appear human, or they can be extreme, such as taking the form of a cat or raven. One thing she cannot change is the eyes; they always stay red, glowing ever so faintly – as such she often wears rose-tinted glasses with round lenses.

Charm – For up to one-hour Lilith can charm a person, who will then hold her in high regard and obey simple commands. The effect can be resisted by those of strong character and willpower, and fails entirely if attempted on those who have supernatural bloodlines. The effect is also broken if a self-destructive command is given.

Ghastly Visage – For an instant Lilith will conjure up a ghastly visage from her repertoire, meant to shock her target, and instil a rightful sense of fear in those of a less infernal or divine disposition.

Dream Presence – An ability gained from her Incubus siring, she can enter the dreams of the sleeping and seduce them to plant ideas, which they may retain upon waking, whilst losing the memory of the dream to the aether.

Fortified Will – Forcing her will upon others paired with the mental conditioning necessary to survive being thrown into the deep-end of Hell has given Lilith a will of iron.

Weakness: Mirrors – Anything more than a flash of her own reflection in her peripheral vision and she’ll be immobilised by horror, the discord between the twin natures of her being and the dissonance between what she is and what she seems to be will be brought to the forefront. The time it takes to regain control will vary, and for a period afterwards she will be particularly susceptible to attack both physical and psychological, as she will be distracted. Whilst her mind is in this enfeebled state, she is also vulnerable to internal crisis.

Backstory:
Born from the unholy union between woman and demon, Lilith was sired by an Incubus and birthed by a dock whore and opium addict. She seemed like a normal child, except for her eyes – terrible red things. This meant Lilith was forced by her mother to spend most of the time in the brothel attic, where many revelations came somewhat prematurely. Still, rumours abounded about the devil child in the rafters. After a thrashing from her mother and the brothel owners, she learnt to be quiet.

Whilst not the most exuberant lifestyle, there was a handful her mother’s trusted friends that saw to her education, teaching her not just general knowledge, but also, rather questionably, secrets of their trade, often in the form of humorous anecdotes. When her mother was not in a drug-addled fugue, sometimes she would teach too. On her fourteenth birthday she was given a pair of rose coloured glasses to disguise her eyes, and was taken to the market, the first time she’d seen the outside world, having only escaped through storybooks before. One month later she was working in the brothel, forced into it by her mother – too short of money thanks to her habit.

On her eighteenth birthday a strange, lithe man stole her away, with barely a protest from her mother; a hefty, jangling pouch saw to that. Then they went to hell.

Time was hard to keep track of after that. The torments and tribulations ring hollow in the back of her mind, sealed off now, but at the time… at the time only her bloodline had saved her mind from shattering, but perhaps it had not kept it whole either. She supposed that’s why her father had taken her back.

During this period, she was reconditioned to the ways of Hell, tutored in the many intricacies of an apparently barbarian and insidious place, and used her understanding to quickly curry favour. Her dormant demonic nature awoke, her appearance altered; horns sprouted, eyes developed a faint incandescence. Yet she learnt to conceal these, and assured her place as an invaluable Fixer, familiar with humanities’ customs and ideals. She became obsessed with climbing the teetering hierarchy, developing an insatiable ambition.

Well, part of her did, anyway.