Krinos Solstice

Escape the Tempest[Closed]

Elsewhere in the house, the change had caused a new room to reveal itself, though this was no ordinary room. The door had been locked from the outside, and up until a moment ago, it had remained that way. Now that the door had become visible, the lock had undone itself, allowing whoever-or whatever- was inside it the chance to escape. The door remained closed for several minutes, then slowly the knob turned, the door eventually creaking open as if it were under some enormous pressure. A hand covered in what appeared to be dirt could be seen for a brief moment before it retracted from view, as if afraid of the light or what lay outside the room. "Open? How? Why? Freedom? Trickery?" a timid and small female voice asked out loud. "No. Can't be trickery. Freedom maybe? No. Explore. Find answers." she answered herself. The woman slowly inched her way towards the door, opening it slowly, the light revealing her form. She wore a semi-tattered and stained dress with the left sleeve completely missing, along with tears across the abdomen, and half of the lower section missing as well. She had obviously tried to do something with her hair, a half formed bun with the rest of her hair hanging down her back was her current style. She slowly made her way out of the room, the door slamming behind her loudly and locking itself, causing her to run to the end of the hall in fright. Luckily, she was barefoot, so she didn't wind up tripping as she ran.

When she came to a stop, she looked behind her, "Trickery. Yes. Have to leave. Can't stay. Dangerous." she mumbled to herself. She didn't move for a couple more minutes, but started looking around on the floor, finding a button and a piece of string. She put these in her pocket, discovering she also had a corroded ring in there as well. Dismissing it, she went back to searching the floor, having completely forgotten what she had been trying to do in the first place. She eventually got down on all fours, crawling as she searched for more odds and ends. She came across a dead mouse, poor thing must have been crushed at some point. She felt sorry for just a moment before picking it up, bringing it to her lips, then tearing into the flesh. She devoured it in no time at all, tossing the bones aside when the meat was cleaned off them, much like what a scavenger would do in the wild. Once the last bone was picked clean, she used the back of her hand to wipe her mouth, smearing blood over her face. Now that she had eaten something, she decided to explore some more, eventually arriving at a set of stairs. She didn't descend down them though, she just stood there, listening. There were voices! She could hear voices coming from below! "Others like me? Answers maybe? No. Can't be. Must not let them know I'm here. More trickery. Possibly danger. No. Stay away from them. Yes, yes, a good idea." she said to herself quietly, slowly backing away from the stairs. She decided to head back the way she came, though unaware the direction she was heading was right back to where she started, the room that locked her out. She tried to turn the knob, "Open!" she pleaded, but the door wouldn't budge an inch. "Open right now!" she shouted, her personality now changing. "I swear to God, if you don't open this door, I'm going to kill somebody!" she screamed as loud as she could.

Escape the Tempest[Closed]

Hello all, sorry for the last minute entry.

Escape the Tempest[Closed]

Name: 'Sythi' (Real name unknown)

Age: 25

Gender: Female

Occupation: Unknown at this time.

Appearance: Sythi stands an even six feet, her messy long hair is mostly blonde with a faded blueish dye in it. Her eyes, should one manage to get a long enough look at them, are a dull green color. Her clothing varies from day to day, typically winding up mismatched, nearly all of them are stained in one way or another. Her figure is thin, though unknown if it's from genetics, or lack of eating.

Personality: Sythi is unperdictable, highly unstable, and sometimes hostile. She suffers from a mixture of conditions, the two most dominant ones being amnesia and split personality disorder. To date, there are as many as three other personalities she takes on, though it is unknown which will emerge on any given day. She has no concept of time anymore either.

History: Not much is known about Sythi's past. Nobody knows her true identity aside from the Mistress, and due to her overlapping conditions, she doesn't even know herself. One thing is clear though, given the state of her clothing, she has been on the grounds for an indeterminant amount of time. Where exactly, is unknown.

Other: Sythi carries an assortment of little odds and ends she finds, which she typically forgets about due to the amnesia.

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Alright, goodnight then.

The Rebellion of Avenase interest check (Still recruiting!)

Bump due to MIA people.

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@mattmanganon

How's the CS coming?

Fae Coutris: Hidden Intentions, Iraticate Dances

"Killing me would defeat the purpose of saving me." she replied with a wink. The forge caught her attention first, it was large, obviously used to forge weapons of varying degrees. Sure enough her attention was drawn towards the numerous amounts of weapons along the walls of the hall, several had grabbed her attention, swords mostly. Though they were not her prefered weapon, they did appear to make fabulous ornamental decorations should she ever desire to want a couple for her room. Her eyes fell upon the most beautiful dagger she had ever seen, the curve of the blade spoke to her heart, it was forged perfectly; so perfectly that the blade could enter flesh and tear it, causing more damage as it was removed from the body. The handle was simple enough, though the intricate carvings were soothing to her eyes, it was clear to her this weapon was forged for her. She made her way to it, wishing to get a better look at the weapon, "For now, Haeson, you may call me Songstress." she replied, bending over a little to examine the dagger with her eyes. She noticed the blade shone with the fires of the forge in the hall, making it even more beautiful than before, "If you feel obliged to reward me, Haeson, might I ask for this beauty to be it? I have never seen a more perfect and beautiful blade in my life, and I've seen a great deal of them." she said, turning her head back to the gremlin.

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@Amelian Draco

Heh, just wait until you see the title of the sequel. XD

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@urukhai

I like him. I'll send you a PM in regards to the Spellsword class so you're aware of why it's so secretive, along with a short history of the origin of the dying class. I will also add Falk's rank to the PM, for plot reasons, of course.

Fae Coutris: Hidden Intentions, Iraticate Dances

The woman smirked, "Perhaps another unfortunate human might be stupid enough to resist, however, I am nothing like the rest of my kind. They prefer 'peace and harmony', whereas I tend to enjoy the opposite. Death is my particular favorite, provided I am not the one dying, of course." she said, a small giggle escaping her lips. She stood from her seat, bowing her head as the door was opened for her, "We shall." she replied. Stepping through the door, she was greeted by larger twisted and horrificly beautiful designs. She could no longer contain the admiration she had for them, and for this place, "You have a beautiful estate, Mr. Gremlin, far more beautiful than the dull buildings I've been around my entire life." she spoke. She stopped for a moment to look at the creature, "I daresay I'd enjoy living here, and I'm certain my particular...skills...would be of some use to you?" she asked, a devilish smirk forming on her lips. If he was anything like her, she was certain he'd understand what she meant. She resumed her walk with the creature, deciding not to ask where they were off to, for she had a feeling she would find out in all due time.