Mag Lev

🦄 Duplicity - D&D Style Fantasy Rp Adventure (Completed)

I've never really wanted to say this before but, I'm going to have to drop out. I've been lacking inspiration for the longest time now to write anymore. I don't want to hold y'all up at all and I'm real sorry for wasting any time in the process.

Pokemon: Kalos Chronicles

I am

Who are you! Who! Who!

This is what is up for me since I currently lack the correct inspiration to write right now. Plus I'm the only one awake at my house and it is late at night.

Undiscovery

The Trio

Three mages stood at the center of Rockvale and were watching the flag wave through the wind. All of them knew that the color which it carried could only have been caused by the blood of men and it disgusted them as much as the sight of a battle field which they had seen plenty of times before they arrived on the Continent and while on the Continent in the Northern Countries. Despite their hopes when coming to this land, the Trio had just encountered more war and death. The worst of their encounters was of a village whose populace had been starving for weeks because of the war in their lands. The Continent, despite being spoken of as a promise land, had turned out to be nothing more than a dream for those who sought lands of golden wheat and fields of flowers in a world of rotten corn stalks and muddy fields.

But they could not reminisce on the failings of their dreams nor the recurrence of violence in every place they went. ”Tia, go to that land bridge we saw from the hill above and wait there in case the man we are looking for intends to leave. Hak, go to the bar that man had mentioned and see if the target is there. I shall search the streets. If we find the man, launch a light into the air and stall for as long as possible.” the woman with a tome said as she looked at her companions. They couldn’t let the man leave without saving the Plains even if it meant he would be trapped here with them. The Trio split up and went their separate ways to find the man and his red bird. It wasn’t long before one of them found the man in an alleyway not far from the bar. ”By chance, are you injured sir? I can help you if you wish, I am skilled in healing magics.” The woman said as she noted he was floating in the air with two women, one of which had to be the one casting the spell.

Anne/Vent & Brunhilde

A Collab Between Mag Lev and Azereiah

”Oh, uh.. I’m Anne. I… don’t really know why he saved me. I’m not special or anything.” Anne said after looking at the woman who was helping Vent almost wondering if she was crazy or just hadn’t been paying attention when she had asked earlier. After all, the really hairy person who had entered the Tavern was really off putting to look at. Anne kept walking beside the woman and would have kept walking if a voice hadn’t called out from a street to the left of the three.

”By chance, are you injured sir? I can help you if you wish, I am skilled in healing magics.”

Brunhilde remembered to write down Anne's name and description in her journal this time, ignoring Anne's expression. A voice from the entrance to the alleyway caught her attention, and she turned her head towards the new person. Four ears... and healing magic? Brunhilde had never heard of people being able to use magic for medicinal purposes before, last she remembered, and she thought she was the authority on the potential of magic. She blinked in awe. She excitedly replied before either of the others had the chance to register that someone had made the offer. "He is, but... You said... Healing magic? That exists? Could you... er... Show me, maybe?"

A moment passed and she realized that her request may have been somewhat inconsiderate. The words poured forth like a waterfall. "I mean, please, help if you can! I'll pay if you want me to. I have money, if that'd work? I was going to take him to the apothecary, since I'm all out of medical supplies, but then you arrived, and..."

The woman held up a hand a stopped Brunhilde’s line of conversation as she opened the small tome she held in her hand. ”Why, there is no need to pay me my dears. I only wish to know one thing in exchange for this healing.” The woman said as she flipped to a page. She held one hand on the page and the other against Vent’s floating body and the words on the page started to glow a bright gold. They seemed as if to flow off the page onto the hand which was on it until it the page was completely empty and the words had transferred instead to Vent. They expand until all the words which had been written in small print were covering every inch of his body. In a matter of seconds, Vent could feel a burst of energy in his body as if his fight had never happened.

”My magics are of my making you see. The words in this book don’t quite ‘heal’ for that is beyond the domain of us mortals. True healing is only available to the Gods you see. These words simply provide the energy which one’s body is missing until such a time they had recovered well enough to pay back the debt. So when your body is back to its full strength, the words will take energy equal to that which they have loaned you today.” The woman said as she closed the book and stood up. Her book held words only for ‘healing’ and could not injure people no matter what was written in there. She had tried to torture a man using the book before in order to help a town only to find that the words would not injured him nor heal him when casted with any kind of hatred. ”Now then, I must know this one thing. Are you the man who owns a red bird dear sir? My charges in the Plain of Narook need your help if this is so.”

Brunhilde was furiously scribbling down every word the four-eared woman said on the subject, and described in great detail exactly what the woman and the book did. The University would be quite interested in this form of magic. She hardly noticed Vent trying to get up, and he tipped the balance of the air cushion, sending it gliding across the ground, blasting wind in every direction. At least, she didn't really notice until the levitation spell blasted over a stack of crates. "So your healing magic is a form of energy banking... Er, one moment."

She cut the power flowing to the spell holding Vent above the ground, and the cushion of air promptly dissipated. Brunhilde's journal made mention that she was alone in the Witchlands and needed to find a guide, and her excitement at the prospect of new and undiscovered magic disappeared very quickly. She turned to Vent, who was now on the ground, covered in dust. "I have no idea where I am or where I'm going, and I have no way to get home, so I may as well explore. You're in a town that probably wants you dead. I don't really care why she needs your help, but we both have a reason to go."
Vent stood up without a struggle and brushed the dust off of his clothing as he shook his head in amusement. This woman had just asserted that she was going with the mystery woman who had essentially healed him. It was strange how, in just one day, Vent had managed to get into a fight and then catch the attention of some woman who apparently needed his help. ”It is not like I can stop you from coming anyway. You are your own person and I really don’t want to be at the wrong end of that magic you have. Anyway, yes I have a red bird but the question I have is how you know this Healer.” Vent said as he looked between the two mages. Nobody should really know of Callie’s presence unless she’d been wondering.

The woman was stifling a laugh as Vent talked for she had realized that the girl who had been holding him in the air had essentially stated that the man had no choice but to take her along. This man was certainly a man whose personality was almost heroic but whether or not he could help them was to be determined. ”Yes, my magic is essentially an energy banking system. I was taught it back in my homeland but I’ve never seen others who use it. My name is Nia, by the way. One of my companions, Tia had seen you and your bird in a vision directed to her by the Spirits which told us to seek your help. It seems that the crystals the Plains are famous for are turning a dark purple and will not tell my companions nor I why.” Nia said as she looked north west. Despite the smile on her face, a deep fear resonated inside the woman of what it would mean if they couldn’t tell what was wrong.

”If a mage doesn’t know what is wrong with the crystals then how should I? I don’t know anything about the Continent than what stories told. But, I guess I’ll see what I can do.” Vent said as he rubbed the back of his head. There was no way he could figure out what was wrong with these crystals Nia had spoken of but he wanted to see these plains for himself anyway. At that moment, Vent realized he had left his bag and gloves at the Tavern. ”I’ll be back! Left my stuff at that Tavern” Vent yelled as he ran back towards the tavern to get his supplies again.

"Crystals... Crystals... Plains of crystals, changing color...? Hm."

Brunhilde pulled a book out of her backpack - an index for previous journal entries in the scroll she carried with her. The book was ridiculously thick, and she searched for mentions of rocks, crystals, and geology for a moment. End of term Geology 1770 paper, Sorviri standard year 212, the seventh day of the month of Coldsprout. Six years ago. Paper topic was the formation and structure of crystals, ranging from standard metallic and ionic crystals to the warm Water Crystals maintained by water mages in training to build focus. She scrolled at blinding speeds through her journal until she reached the text of the essay, which despite its incredible length made no mention of set crystal structures changing colors. "Nothing here about that. Guess I have another reason to go."

She bounced about excitedly, looking forward to the adventure, and noticed Anne standing off to the side. Seemed familiar. A few seconds of scrolling back to the current segment of the journal later, she saw that she knew this person. "You coming with us? It might be fun. At least, more fun than hanging around this place."

”Oh, uh… I don’t really have much of a choice do I? If I stayed here in Rockvale, I’d probably be hunt down by whoever takes control of this city now that Barrow is dead. Plus, Vent seems willing to pull me along but I don’t really want to be a burden. I don’t know how to fight or anything so I doubt I’ll really be useful on that front.” Anne replied to Brunhilde. She was unsure of where she would go after she left Rockvale. If she followed Vent, she would have just been a burden due to her lack of skills in battle and really anything on survival. The only thing Anne was good for was playing songs on the flute. Despite how little confidence Anne had in herself, she felt that it could actually turn out to be fun to learn more about the outside world.

Brunhilde tapped her foot on the vortex of air upon which she stood. Anne's apparent lack of confidence was a little saddening, and Brunhilde felt the urge to help her with that, although she had no idea how. "Oh, come now. You wouldn't be a burden at all. But hey, if it worries you so much, we could probably find you some sort of weapon. Never too late to learn to defend yourself, and I'm sure we could find some time for practice on the road. Though... I don't really know how to fight with weapons either. Ooh~, I know! Maybe someone could teach us."

She ripped open her bag and started searching through it for anything that would be of use. Her hoarder mentality sometimes came in handy. She tossed a series of knives and daggers from the earlier fight out onto the ground, some of which still had dried blood on them. The bloody ones were probably going to rust, but whatever. "Take one. Or two. Or more. I'm not sure what these were in there for or where they came from, but I'm sure I didn't have a real use for them."

Anne picked up a dagger whose blade was a mere foot and a half in length and curved after a few inches. It was an odd weapon whose origin she couldn’t place and yet it felt oddly welcome in her hand. The old, leather hilt and worn iron of the dagger’s guard felt to be perfectly fitted for the young woman’s hand even if she knew not how to use the weapon. Around this point in time, Vent returned and looked about at the dagger’s scattered across the ground. ”Where did all these weapons come from? Well, I guess it doesn’t really matter since some of these will be useful.” Vent said as he grabbed two daggers from the pile. One of the daggers was already rusted and the other was covered in blood which had turned a dull brown from drying.

As Vent finished getting the crusted blood of his new dagger, both Tia and Hak walked up to the group. ”So this is the kid who Tia’s vision told us of Nia? He seems so new to the world. What could he possibly do to save the Plains.” Hak said as he walked right up to Vent and sized him up. Vent, despite being a little over six feet, almost looked tiny compared to the nearly seven foot tall man who stood in front of him. It was obvious to anybody that Hak was no pushover and his blatant distrust of Vent was obvious from the start. He even ignored the other two women who had been standing not too far away to face down Vent. ”Let’s get going before I decide that Tia’s vision was wrong runt.” Hak said as he walked away. Vent stood still even as Tia and Nia left the alley. Anger was imprinted onto his face.

Brunhilde gave Vent a gentle push. She was irritated by the massive man's very appearance, let alone his attitude. "Yeah, he's an asshole. No, I don't like him either. I don't really feel like having to fight anyone today, so let's get moving, aye? With any luck he'll get eaten by a bear or something on the way," she whispered.

She pulled her bag back onto her back, and tossed the remaining weapons in, save for one - a foot long, bladeless iron spike, with a very large crossguard. It was probably a makeshift weapon put together by a bored wannabe blacksmith, but it seemed like it'd be useful if she were forced to fight on the ground. A cursory glance told her she wasn't forgetting anything especially important, and she set off to follow the trio.

Anne and Vent followed behind Brunhilde as they were led out of town by the Trio. The three up ahead talked little to each other, one only occasionally mentioning to another a particular part of the landscape they liked or a ship on the horizon. As the group reached a fork in the road which separated between a road running along the coast and one running further inland, the Trio stopped and Hak turned around. ”This is where you get your last chance to leave. The Plains are a three days walk from here but the travel will be almost twelve hours a day with two meals a day. If your weak bodies can’t handle it, I’ll leave you behind just as quickly as one would a lame horse.” He said as he looked towards the Brunhilde, Anne, and Vent. He especially lingered his eyes on both Vent and Anne though quickly walked ahead of the group. Vent ran to the front and walked beside him, he wouldn’t allow the man to speak down to him without knowing the extent of his determination. Anne simply stood beside Brunhilde and looked rather nervous.

Brunhilde felt like they'd all need Anne's company to stay sane, and she thought the girl could do with a bit of adventure to toughen her up. She took Anne's hand and tugged her along. "We're a pretty big group, and judging by how the energy in the air feels, some of us are skilled with magic, so we'll also probably be totally safe. Let me know if that asshole causes any trouble for you - I'll gladly dump him in a tree or something for you."

She conjured a wind at their backs to ease the travels, and began sketching a rough map with detailed pictures in her journal. It may be helpful later on down the road. She spoke to Anne again. "Word of warning, though. My memory isn't as good as it could be, so... If I ever seem lost and confused or anything, could you please help out a bit?"

Anne simply nodded in response as she and Brunhilde brought up the rear. For a minute, she questioned if any of this was even happening or it was just a dream. But, not even a pinch woke her up so Anne just took it as reality and hoped that she really was safe.

The 30-day Song Challenge

Day 13 - A song you sing to in the shower

Song

This song is just so much fun and, while I know I cannot sing it, I do sing it in the shower to hide how bad I am at singing.

Naruto: True Peace

Gritty and dark... like my soul...

Jokes aside. Of course I'm interested. I liked Naruto but always found it far too happy.

Post Your Pikcha

Shield your eyes from my unkempt facial hair and need to cut my real hair.

Me

I guessed that it was time to share what I look like. Not the best picture since it is from my laptop’s crappy camera and I am lazy as fuck.

The 30-day Song Challenge

Day 12 - A song that reminds you of your best friend

Song

This song reminds me of my best friend because he is actually gay and he was the one who introduced me to it.

The 30-day Song Challenge

Day 11 - A song that reminds you of summer

Song

It is in the name and it reminds me of most of my summers where I'm hanging out by the lake with my friends and having fun. Occasionally trying to pick girls up but I was a bit awkward on the front.

Undiscovery

The Trio, Introduction

Three days before the events at Rockvale

”We need your help o’ great three! You are the only ones who could possibly save us from the darkness.” said a small woman whose head held four ears indicating that she was a Corellian. The woman sat on her knees with a mat of woven straw beneath her and had in front of her several baskets of bread for the the Trio. They looked towards the woman with a compassion uncommon among the plains though known well by the Corellians who had become their charges to protect. The darkness the woman had been referring to had been noticeable from the simple hut on the hill overlooking the town below. The crystals which all beings on the plain required to live were literally turning a dark shade of purple rather than the nearly clear blue color they normally had.

”We need not your offerings of bread for our help Mari, we only need to know that doing so will help you. Let us take a look at the crystals first hand and we will determine what must be done.” said the middle of the three, a woman whose age was in the mid twenties and specialized in the use of healing magics. Her two companions, a man whose skin was tanned from many years in the sun and specialized in geomancy and a woman whose skin seemed almost stretched and spread thin. Unlike the other two, the stretched woman used dark magics to control spirits which enhance her physical power at the cost of deforming her with each use. The trio rose from their seating on a fine, woven thread mat and walked out of the hut.

Rather than using the long way to get down and wishing not to waste time, the man used his skills in geomancy to pull the four safely down the hill and towards the lake which bore only one dock connecting to the base of the large crystals at its core. It took only a few minutes to reach the crystals and the trio each placed their hands on it. They could feel the pulsing magic which existed inside them and felt something.. deeper from inside it. The crystals felt like they were calling something garbled out by the sound of water. The woman with stretched skin scratched at the crystal and let out a large amount of powder which she threw into a nearby fire.

Views of a town whose buildings looked like they were made of rotting wood and broken parts shuttered across the woman’s vision. She knew not what she was looking for but she knew it must be there. The last view she saw was a red flag and a red bird whose origin she knew not.

”We must go to Rockvale and find a red bird there. I know not for what purpose it could serve but the crystals tell me our objective is there. We leave tonight friends.” the woman said as she walked towards the two companions she had. They knew the crystals were in pain but the source was unknown to them all. If they knew they would fix the damage and wouldn’t need to journey to the lawless city but whatever or whoever was there was who the crystals would lead them to. The Crystals needed their help or the entire plains would be in danger.

Present Time

The three stood just above the small town known as Rockvale from which the distinct sound of fighting had been heard of a few minutes before. A bandit had run past them mere seconds before and had been yelling of a man with a red bird. ”It seems the vision has been fulfilled Tia, it seems they have not lie to you yet my dear companion. We should descend and see what is so special about this man and the red bird.” said the man who's bored look gave away nothing. Yet, his words carried the weight of how important their task was. They needed to succeed or thousands would die.

Anne/Vent & Brunhilde

A Collab Between Mag Lev and Azereiah

Darkness enshrouded Vent’s mind and he found it incredibly disturbing and oppressive as if there was something purposefully darkening it. It was cold, far too cold for him to feel his hands and navigate through his inner world. He knew he wasn’t dead but whatever was inside his mind was not of his doing. Vent struggled with all his might to escape the dreamscape but found not the energy to resist the darkness. Everytime he made progress out, he would be pulled back in as if by the sheer darkness was pulling him back in.

”Yessss…. you…. will… make a ...good… vessel.” Said a voice from deep beneath the darkness. It pulled at his form and, despite how much he struggled, he could break free from the darkness. That is, until he words calling from the darkness and a single spot of light break through.

"Hey. You okay? You seem a little banged up."

”Nooo! They interrupt! You shall be mine soon… boy!” The voice called once more from the darkness as Vent’s mind ascended towards the light above him. The last glimpse he caught was of a beastial creature with a hundred eyes and hundred hands as it squirmed deeper into the darkness.

”Ahh, oh.. oh Gods. I.. what is going on?” Vent asked as he squirmed about until he could prop himself up. The adrenaline from his nightmare had allowed him to manage the process of sitting up but the energy wore off and the pain rushed into Vent’s muscles as he realized what a mistake he had made in even moving. His frantic panting turned into shallow breaths as all he could manage was that through the pain which felt as if it was stabbing his lungs with a knife. He looked towards Anne, glad that she was okay, and then towards the woman who had asked him the question.

Brunhilde settled to the ground and knelt beside the man, much too quickly for any to notice she was not, in fact, six and a half feet tall. She looked him over, examining his wounds for a few moments. Her cloak formed a small mountain around her on the ground.

She stated the most obvious thing first. "Well, you're pretty badly hurt, but nothing too serious. You'll be fine in a few hours as long as you don't overexert yourself."

A scroll popped out of the enormous sack on her back and hovered in front of her, supported by a cushion of air, and unrolled itself.
"According to my journal... You started a fight. With fifteen men. To save her."
Her eyes shot towards Anne for a second, then back to Vent. Brunhilde was smiling, or at least her eyes seemed to be.

”Oh… I… remember that now. Is.. that man… truly dead? Vent asked as he looked at the woman sitting next to him and Anne. He could feel sleep crawling closer to him and he feared it. ”Anne, I’ll… need your… help to stand. Please.” Vent said as he looked towards Anne. She shook her head no, eyes tearing up as she looked at him. Despite having been told he shouldn’t over exert himself, Vent wanted to stand up and go outside. Do something other than sit in that bar and wait for sleep to come again.”Please, I have… to make… sure the townspeople… are alright.” Vent said as he started to push himself up and into standing position. Despite how much his body struggled with the movement, Vent would not allow himself to fall back down even if they wouldn’t help him.

"You talking about Barrow? I think he is. That's what my journal says, at least. That him, over there, perchance?"

Barrow's corpse was still lying on the floor a few feet away. Brunhilde had decided not to dispose of that one, because he looked like he was important, but she couldn't remember that bit.

Vent tried to get up, but Brunhilde laid sideways across his chest, keeping him pinned down. "Nope, sorry, you're not moving. You wanna go out, you'll have to do it my way. Doctor's orders."

Of course, she wasn't exactly a medical doctor, last she checked, but nobody knew that.

”Fine! Than… what will.. you have me.. do? Sit here while I heal? I… can’t let that happen. I.. don’t have the… time to stay.. here.” Vent said as he lay on the ground with the girl on top of him. His lungs hurt from speaking and even the light pressure the girl put on him to keep him there was painful. Despite the pain, the worry he held was far more noticeable on the surface. What if one of the bandits ran off and found some allies? Then the entire town would probably be gutted for having existed and it would have been his fault. He couldn’t allow that to happen. ”I… guess since you.. seem to want me.. as your charge… I need tell you my name.. I am Filius.. Ventura… Cantrella. I go by.. Vent.” Vent managed to state as he felt a wave of pain come over him again, this time several times more great than the last.

Brunhilde realized she was leaning on some cracked ribs, and immediately launched herself off of him, looking as apologetic as she possibly could. She wrote his name and sketched his face on the journal scroll, then stood up.

"What, do I look like I'd be stupid enough to leave an injured man in a busted up tavern like this? Come on, now. Try to stay absolutely still, and tell me where you want to go. Keep it simple."

A few moments later, Vent found himself hovering a few feet in the air, although it felt as though he were still lying on the floor. The room felt rather drafty all of a sudden.

Brunhilde wondered if the man had been in a fight - he seemed to be pretty badly injured, and there was blood all over the tavern. The side of her face ached pretty badly, and she got the strangest feeling that she'd been hit by something. It wasn't worth mentioning, though, as it was probably in her journal somewhere.

She turned her head towards Anne, and the journal scroll moved between them, slightly to the side. "May I ask who you are? Must be pretty important for a fight to start over you."

”Me? I’m nobody. My name is Anne and I have no idea why he would go to such lengths to save me. It would have been worth it to just kill me.” Anne said to the woman who had lifted Vent off the floor. She was worried about him as his face bore a face of great worry as he knew floated above the ground. The lack of actual, physical ground greatly worried Vent as, though he felt as if he was on the ground, he knew he was not. Anne simply was worried for the injured man who had saved her life despite the feeling that she was not worth the trouble. She honestly wondered what the man saw in her that made her worth saving.

”Could we…. go uh… outside? Vent said to the woman who had lifted him up. He looked towards the door and saw a man who looked rather surprised and a giant, hairy beast man. At least, beast man was the closest of a thing Vent could recognize it as.

"Er... Yeah. Sure."

Brunhilde had just noticed the massive furry thing standing with a man in the entrance to the tavern. She stepped behind Vent and Anne, putting them between her and the beast. A fucking hamster brute, here? Worst day ever. "We'll... be going through the back door. I don't trust that thing."

She backed through the rear doorway slowly, not taking her eyes of the furry beast, and floated Vent through it with her. The scroll didn't mention the furry thing, but the stress of having seen it was still fresh in her mind, and Brunhilde felt that going in front of the tavern wasn't the best idea for the time being, lest whatever had freaked her out try to intercept them.

She started floating Vent along to the nearest street out of view of the tavern, and looked to the young woman nearby. "May I ask who you are? Must be pretty important for a fight to start over you," she asked... again. She felt like she might know this person somehow, but it wasn't quite coming to her. The scroll didn't mention her, either, as she had been distracted by Osguh's appearance before she could write her down.