Lugubrious

Dungeon Keepers

Rather than instantly reply to Calvartem, Conquest turned in the direction the Keeper was facing and levitated into the air slightly to see for himself. Though this action did likely reinforce the image of him as deliberate, it did not take him long to make up his mind. "It will be a pleasure." With that, he abruptly cut off the continuous transmission of heat to the air around him to create the powerful, centralized warm air currents that held his magic-infused obsidian body aloft. The impact of black, glassy stone against earth was neither satisfying nor intimidating (he much preferred shattering the cobblestone of a ransacked city when landing), though when he broke out into a full-on run, his flames whipped against the air and left a trail of smoke in his wake.

This smoke trail made his approach to the wooden vehicle several hundred meters away very visibly to Calvartem. As the necromancer watched, Conquest raced straight for it. At first, the occupants of the cart, little more than toys at this distance, seemed to shocked to react. That, or their attention had been fixated on the raging orange glow over the next hill and billows of smoke where their town had once been. Finally, the men recognized their danger, and scrambled to escape the cart and make a break for it on foot. By that time, however, Conquest was in range.

In a bright flare, he summoned his burning bow once again. He loosed a searing shot into the ground, which traveled through the rich, dark soil like a glowing fissure. Moving at more than double the pace of the terrified farmers, it quickly made its way beneath them and violently erupted into a plume of lava. The earth rumbled slightly as liquid flame rocketed skyward, incinerating the men and setting fire to the cart as well as the mule shackled to it, before it returned to the ground in a rain of hate. As a whole, the spectacle was both deadly in its efficiency yet very ostentatious, much like Conquest himself. The Construct returned to Calvertem slower than he had departed but still in good time, leaving ashy footprints in the grass with every step. The Death Spire had risen slightly in his brief absence. "Too easy," he declared.

Living Reflection: A Psychological Alter Egos RP

It's something of a tradition of mine to shamelessly advertise a roleplay once per game. This is simply a recommendation, but the two of you have demonstrated both skill and dedication when it comes to RPing, so I feel that you are prime candidates. I'm currently in a roleplay called Legend of Zelda: Whispers in the Night, and due to quitters sign-ups have been temporarily opened. If either of you are fond of the series, I would heartily recommend it to you.

That is all.

Dungeon Keepers

Right, I think I meant to do that during my last post but it slipped my mind. I'll get to it in short order.

.::Legend of Zelda :: Whispers in the Night::.

Now, rather than a ghostly whisper, Cain spoke loudly and clearly. Though his accent was clearly foreign and the reverberations of his words alien, it was obvious they belonged to no spirit when belted out at this volume. “You'll get no fair fight from me,” he intoned as Veitaru erupted into a helpless fit of laughter. Ignoring her, he quickly continued before Izzaz could interject. “But you need not be so hasty. Fate has, after all, brought us together as allies, not enemies.” The shadow of Izzaz darkened somewhat and began to move of its own accord, morphing into that of Cain's. Immediately afterward, he rushed across the ground like a dark tide and rose up into half-bodied form among the others.

Before he continued, he spared a moment to regard another new arrival to the group. As he quickly took in her colorless skin and hair, he couldn't help but feel that this Hylian was familiar. Naturally, it only took him a few seconds to put two and two together to get Frore, but the fact that the genderless Chilfos had become a female Hylian still surprised him. If anything, he had expected her to be totally androgynous. Regardless, it mattered little. Judging by her vacant expression, she was no more intelligent than she had been as a monster. Definitely easier on the eyes, however.

He quickly turned back to Izzaz, wasting precious little time scrutinizing Frore. “Behold,” he declared, gesturing at Lethe and ignoring Veitaru's unrestrained mirth, “The voice in your dreams, I think. We all heard it too. She will tell you more, but for now I must, once again, depart.” One person closer to accomplishing his newest task, the Twili once again sank back into the shadows -specifically Veitaru's- and raced back the way he had come. First impressions of the Sheikah were that he was tough and headstrong, meaning any further conversation with him could very well be irritating and boring. Such work was best left to the fairy.

On the way back into town, he gave some thought to the magic he had sensed around Izzaz's being. Though certainly Twili in origin, the energies were contorted by some unknown permutation. He was dimly aware that he had been in the presence of this brand of magic before, but the specifics escaped him. It seemed that, for the time being, it would remain a mystery.

In Kakariko Village, many of the festival-goers were settling down for lunch. Cain quickly hopped between streets and pavilions, seeking anyone out of the ordinary. He suspected that anyone who had been hearing voices might have come from distant places, and would therefore not be wearing green as the festival's custom dictated. That was where he started.

Unlikely Heroes

Izkripp said
Hmmm it is kind of funny that the male characters are old and the female characters are young.

It's somewhat of a convention, actually. Age denotes experience, but people don't like playing as old women or writing for them most of the time. As such, men are allowed to be old -writing for an older man can be harder since I'm betting a greater portion of RPguild users aren't all that old, making playing as one a challenge and a denotation of mastery- but women aren't.

Dungeon Keepers

I would hope so.

Living Reflection: A Psychological Alter Egos RP

So much for that.

.::Legend of Zelda :: Whispers in the Night::.

Mercifully, Frore managed to put on the clothes Veitaru offered her fairly quickly and without interruption. Naturally, given her ignorance of Hylian customs, she spent the greater part of the minute in which she changed at least partially naked. Though she didn't seem to care who was watching, she still hurried the process along. A few moments later the shift was complete, and Frore stood almost fully clothed. As the Gerudo child had predicted, the clothes didn't quite fit. The burgundy wool shirt given to Frore left a little bit of her midriff exposed, and its sleeves didn't quite reach her elbows. What would have otherwise passed for trousers were shorts for her, resting on her kneecaps rather than ankles. Her slightly wet scarf managed to compliment the somewhat jumbled assortment of clothing well, deepening the impression of a poor, weather-beaten survivor. Veitaru, seeking to complete the image, cleverly reversed Frore's discarded cloak (its backside was a darker tone of brown and devoid of design) and tied it into half-dress over her linen legwear.

The spear, however, stood out from her like a lighthouse beacon in the storm. Its beautiful, deadly craft totally contradicted the look achieved by Frore's getup. Either she would have to leave it behind or find some way to carry it covertly. There was some sort of mechanism in the steel shaft that might be used to collapse it into a more hideable form, but even if Frore noticed it she wouldn't have been able to figure out how to activate it. Instead, Frore seemed fixated on her shadow. "Kuh...kan...kay...kuh...Cain?" She murmured, trying to make sense of her newfound voice as she used it. She tapped the butt of her spear into her shadow, but it didn't stir; her partner was not here. Plainly, Frore sought some sort of guidance.

.::Legend of Zelda :: Whispers in the Night::.

Cain definitely needs to eat and will do so in the future. He has his own method of doing that, which is also the way how he incorporates new rupees into his wallet and generally carries small items.

Hope you don't mind me yoinking Veitaru for a second there.

.::Legend of Zelda :: Whispers in the Night::.

Surprise!