Markofkri

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I keep seeing 1x1 for demon X whatever so I thought of this.

There are tales of greed and people who wear a single significant piece of jewelry. Who knows what lies in the hearts of humans better then evil. A piece of jewelry (your choice) passed down from generation to generation, now passes to you with the death in the family the will of the oldest descendant to send you a small box via lawyer. Attached is the letter written in your dead relatives hand, "I give you this heirloom to wear in dark times. It will help you stay strong knowing someone is always watching over you. This was originally found in an auction and was dated back before the pharos. The thing that made this piece so interesting is that the setting of the rather large gem was fake gold, and around the gem was an inscription written in Sanskrit."

The jewel holds a power inside. As you go about your daily life(in whatever era you choose) at times you hear faint whispering. As you focus the sounds become..... Well, you'll have to play to find out the rest.

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The Sands of Blood (Dead)

I dunno there Ewill, seems Vivian might have some competition with @markofkri's shaman when it comes to Das.

@Goldeagle1221

We are in a dessert. Dating a shaman here might lead you to a "Dry spell"

The Sands of Blood (Dead)

@Goldeagle1221
Druidic"Oh, no. I'm not mated with anyone. The truth is, I... I've never had an interested person." She started to feel as if she was being watched. No one was watching, but she felt it. For the first time since she joined the group Deila was glad no one else understood her. Deila became quite and introspective. Was it time to find a mate? What would she choose? All the guys here were taken. The alpha had her choice. Maybe she needed Sana's permission? The other girls in the group were unique and they wore different clothes. Deila looked herself over. She always wore the same thing unlike the others. Maybe she would find someone while traveling. The shaman shook her head, there was plenty of time for that. Das was talking in the common to another member of the group. Her mind began to wander.

This place needed some rain she thought but grandmother told her never use natures power to do the unnatural. Being in the dessert was very different. It would rain when it was ready. The spirits of the air never followed anyone. At times they could be persuaded to help. The timing had to be right. Deila had little practice with other forms of magic. To be exact she had never even seen it. Only brief conversations from grandmother. Unfortunately those conversations were brief. Druidic"If you want to learn how to destroy the world that's easy. The true power is being in tune with the world." This was the closest memory she had of the subject.

The Horde of Evil - Tresspassing through treacherous tribes' territory! (RP closed)

okay the person who just made their character who approached my character what are you doing are you just perhaps describing him in your characters perspective?

@Blackmist16

Correct. I was just making it easier to join the group. As I have yet to meet the master, or gain insight to why evil has assaulted the town. Not that "cold stare" is intrested in any of that. He comes only to destroy. Perhapse we can play the Riddick game while we wait for the others? I confess while making this character I failed to imagine a form of communication between other palyers. Perhaps@Cyclone will accept the idea of communication via possession. Unable to make the character take any action or hold them in place. Just to transfer ideas between two players.

The Horde of Evil - Tresspassing through treacherous tribes' territory! (RP closed)

He did not notice the flames around him. He did not hear the pleas for mercy. He emerged inside the building from the flame engulfed wall. The chill was no match for a wall of fire. The skin of those trapped inside began to rot as he approached. Not sure if the heat which affected his rage or perhapse it was the frantic praying he had encountered by some of the peasants. The blade he wielded slowed its attack. Cold stare lifted his blade and with a single thrust watched the old mans eyes roll upward into his head. Every soul in that inferno died before the fire could reach them.

As the building collapsed from the fire damage out walked the shadow of a knight. Through the flames it moved silently across the street. Oblivious to the archers shooting at his form. He pushed his form through the wall of another building where@Blackmist16 stood. There was no innocence to this form, no compassion to destroy. This form standing in front of "cold stare" was pure.....

Shattering The Crystal Silence - Closed

@Salrynn Ashala's eyes were shut tight. Curled up in a ball licking her arms instinctively. She could hear the sound of the door opening and smelled the new people in her room. The only thought Ashala could hold onto was someone had found her. She wanted to hold the doc but a hand was all she could manage. "My arms feel like..." She let out a cat like hiss. "Make it stop please." Her ears were pointed to the rear and her tail flailed wildly. Every vein in her arms burned from the inside.

She force open an eye to see who was this savior as the doctor worked. She read the name tag. Anything to take her mind off the pain. The pain began to lessen. Ashala was still pretty bad off for a while but eventually the doc made it tolerable, then it disappeared. The dock chief in a uncharacteristically show of appreciation stretched out her arms and hugged the doctor gently. "pppppppppppppuuuuuuuuuuuuurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr" This continued while she spoke in soft tones. "Thank you. You just bought a favor from this rough neck." She slid back her arms letting her savior go and continued to purr as she drifted off to sleep.

Shattering The Crystal Silence - Closed

Ashala licked back her whiskers. This was almost too munch. She had no choice but to use the crystal. Her eyes narrowed as her hands went to the control panel. She insert the purple gem and felt it come alive. The energy coursed up her arms giving her chills. Suddenly on the rough neck dock the larger freight started to glow. As if a black light was inside each container. They lined up and were moved to the lifts where the rest of the crew in various load machines waited to drive them to various ships that had expressed urgency. With Ashala speeding things along using her gem she practically doubled her work out put.

The roughnecks knew play time was over. They knew Ashala was aware the risks of using the gem for a prolonged time. This was where they shined for all their jokes and goofing off, when the back was to the wall the rough necks rallied. Each one playing their part like an orchestra. Barely missing each other while going full speed. The lead of this symposium was Kim. She didn't just know the job, she excelled at it. A company man would (and has) called her reckless. It took her style with a front end loader and the years of experience to pull off the maneuvers that she did. Kim knowing the weight from the loader read out would go all out. At the same time lowering the forks, hitting the breaks, and letting the freight slide sparks flying till it stopped perfectly in place. She would use the skid time to turn around and get another container.

Then on the other side of the orchestra was "brickhouse". He was good with a anti gravity pallet lifter. Think of the old world magnetic cranes. Thanks to all the fragile electronics being shipped magnets are a no go. It was his job to stack it after it was moved. It was a job that had to be done just like the musician with the symbols. Not a lot of parts but the score called for him. This anti gravity crane had to be worked by a person who knew the job. Otherwise you get crushed cargo or worse crushed bystanders. Use too munch gravity and instead of picking up a freight container you instead wind up with all the internal stuff crushed against the top of the containers steel plate. The energy must be constant and the person at the controls has to be alert.

During the commotion of freight being slung she heard a new T-1 came in. "She did what? About time we had some guts in this tower. If I make it through the day I'll send her a vid welcome." It was late and the roughnecks had only done two thirds of the days manifest. Ashala was tired the crystal took its toll and her arms felt like she had gripped a live wire. The worst would come later with the headaches, and vertigo. She was tough but sleep was tugging at her tail. "Jimmy, you go lable, last of cargo, go home, get the rest. Report back, zero four. The rest of you good work. Take six hours and report back to get us back on the line. I think we earned a long lunch tomorrow." Ashala turned on the yellow lighting for floor personnel to clear the dock.

Ashala made it to the lift and hit the button for her floor. She got to the room and out of her jump suit with eyes half open she started a bath. Her arms burned as they always did after using her crystal. Her head felt so heavy. Ashala looked into the mirror and saw herself. This Altenian was thankful for the strength of her ancestors. Turning off the water Ashala sank into the tub. Her head started to feel like a cloud and she made a effort using the last of her strength to rest her head on the edge of the tub. There she fell asleep for an hour or so until the water turned cold. The dock chief had munch pain in her arms she slid herself out of the tub and onto the floor. Using her elbows and lower body Ashala go to her knees. She then slinked her way to the bed. She didn't care about modesty, she needed to be ready for work. "Alarm zero four thirty, set. Com call docs." Still in Altenian, "Help. Please send female.....Pain"

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