Necrodancer

Forgotten Sands: A Divine Journey into the Unknown

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In the face of their goading she smiled at their foolishness. Their words carried far more truth than she expected. Her brow arched curiously as she heard the child giggle at her god kin antics. It was a laughter she heard a dozen times before, yet this time it seemed to brighten her smile, for a moment. With a dismissive shake she eyed them carefully, though it seemed less guarded, by the request of the child's laughter. “He certainly is a tough one.” She remarked with a little smirk, her armored talons slowly faded into fingers allowing the child to freely grab as he wiggled and giggled. Sharply her eyes turned back towards him. “Adria. It’s what I am calling myself. Figured to make the game fair if you know me as well.”

Her eyes widened slightly at the remark of the cat, uncertain of what kind of cat amused a god so much that a god aided the cat with a blessing. A second laugh escaped her lips, was this the god of laughter or tricks? She couldn’t exactly, after all, what kind of entertainment does a god get from protecting a village? It definitely seemed to carry more responsibility, responsibility that she didn’t believe the god had during their time on the beach. Perhaps they were something else entirely, though she wouldn’t put much thought into her until she found further proof.

Adria listened while her gaze lingered on the field that brought her attention to the place that led to the shepherd in his first battle against wolves. She glanced towards the glittering god for a moment as they explained they were just waiting and watching. “Sounds like you enjoy a good game.” She remarked noting the protectiveness of house rules in their voice. They weren’t responsible for the shifting earth nor the deaths of the Ur-humans. “I prefer when the game is fair. Especially since a new player entered your game.” She gestured towards the Ur-human cannibals with a disgusted look on her face. “A player that doesn’t obey your house rule, kin.”

Then they circled, only smirking at the effort at his guesses. Their looks as they begin to weave together what she was. It was almost enjoyable watching their effort as she simply scoffed in playfulness gesturing openly towards him. “You are more insightful than I thought.” She offered with a little smile before continuing. “You’re not completely wrong with your flattery. I think you said it best, I am a consequence.” She spoke a little softer, glancing back to the child that she nestled in her arms, blissfully unaware of life itself. She forced a smile as she brushed his cheek. “But also a comfort.”

She snapped from her momentary peace glancing back to the glittering god with a slight nod and a smirk. “No. No monologues aren’t for me. I may have some elegance with my form, but that’s where it ends.” She mentioned with a wink. “Besides, if I began monologs every now and then, my words would lose merrit. I’ll let you and the others decorate your words.” She remarked with a causal shrug, but she seemed to tense up from their question about the child. She gave the question weight as she watched the child coo against her chest.

“Just like you and your games, I live for stories." She answered glancing back to Villagxor, watching them from a distance before continuing. “Their stories." She clarified as she glanced back at the child with a smile. “Their victories and their failures. Are mine to remember, and I just witnessed one of the first chapters of your people. Of him.” She remarked with little flourish she stole from them. Doing her best to keep them entertained.

“As for the child. Consider him my first.” She remarked admiring the child with a loving gaze until she turned to her sparkling sibling with a nod. “A mother had a terrible hand against a wolf. But she won the game and bought herself time until I came along. She fought so hard to stay alive, but the wounds wouldn’t let her. I did the only thing to honor her sacrifice.” She spoke softer, filled with regret and sorrow for a moment until she sighed away the emotions. “The first sacrifice. I couldn’t let the child die with his mother, so… I am his caretaker.” She stated with honesty though their was more to her story then she let on. Yet she moved past the remark.

“Now my turn.” She eyed him with a grin. “Why are you a caretaker for this little village of peaceful souls? I don’t think there is much enjoyment in being a leader among people.” She asked with curiosity. Finding this question game with some amusement to her tone.

Forgotten Sands: A Divine Journey into the Unknown

Adria offered a small smile for the defender. Watching him fight with her blessing written on his body with invisible ink. The cracking of wood against wood sounded like beating dreams of fate. A duel written as if it were a story begging to be read. To see what blessing would do against the experience, to see if she truly could help change the way life could be. To not see the world in a consent state of warring nations. Kin against kin in a senseless duel, hate sparking their hearts to push forward towards the rivers of blood. She only hoped that she was able to help him just enough.

For each dodge and strike he made, she silently cheered as he danced like he knew each action. She did this, she provided the chance to make this fair. Now it was up to him and him alone to face the monster. Her armored talons creased the child cheek with tender care. If she could protect this mortal with blessings then maybe she could protect her child with her power. Protect the world with her strength. She just needed more.

Yet as she was lost in her thoughts, a sudden thud echoed from the floor. Her pure gaze lingered on the defender and giant. This was his chance, there beneath his boot laid a strong beast against the blessed. Now all he needed to do was end it. Finish this story so that they would learn that they were not easy prey. They invaded his home, slew his people, blood must be answered with blood. This is what is needed, to stop those who keep poisoning the world.

It was simple, to stop a predator, you either must end it or make sure he never hurts again. This warrior has the chance to do it. It was simple, with one. Hard. Crack. She held her breath waiting for the moment to answer their crimes. Yet, there came the words. A moment of pride, pride that she saw from god kin. A frown formed on her face as she backed away as she watched him order the pack wolves to flee. Yet she knew the truth, a wolf won’t bow to a dog until blood is drawn.

She watched as the giant lunged forward. Choking him with boiled rage, a rage she knew all too well. She knew that look, it was the same look that the fog showed her. The face of a monster that relished conflict and cruelty. The guardian had lowered his shield and now, the monster tore right through. A frown formed on her face, she did what she could. She would refuse to force the actions of another. Even if it meant the life of a guardian

She prepared to visit man, ready to provide the dying a comfort to match his sacrifice. A reward, a blessing for him and him alone. Ready to build something in his memory, just then before she could even step out, a familiar presence echoed. Her own kin. The shining lights, the echoes of music heralding an approaching god. Her eyes lingered on her god kin, the sparkling god as he stole the show. Her eyes then darted all over the place as noticed the little hints that this valley belonged to a god kin.

With a little sigh she backed away in darkness, humming softly to herself as she took a moment to flee from the scene. Breaking the wind with her wings as she slowly hovered above the scene, watching the scene unfold with a curious glance. For once it seemed like there was another sibling that cared for creation. Or perhaps it was for their own little desire to have a community. Or… Followers. Perhaps that’s how she gains more power to help, to stop death. Perhaps that is what she needed.

Yet before she could fly away, her ear twitched and her nose wrinkled, then her eyes settled on him. The glorious sparkled god. Shimmering like the stars that surround the sky, as she locked eyes with their golden gaze. They were something to beholden to. Unlike her other siblings they seemed to always be something dramatic. Even she couldn’t deny the little smile on her face. She offered an easy look towards them. Playfully scoffing the remark about her design.

“Not as bold as you.” She offered a tease. “Then again no one is. Even among gods, you are truly a star.” She lightened the mood with a careful gaze, already studying the best way to neutralize them, if they posed a threat to the sleeping child in her arms. “Believe me, the funeral chic is better than what fog or the visions offered me.” She reminisced as she was certain he received the vision of their perfect domain. Yet her smile faded completely.

“Neither.” She explained her tone rising as if she was lifting both a shield and sword. She watched carefully for a moment longer. “The child raises no concerns to you. Make sure curiosity doesn't kill the cat.” She warned carefully before her fist loosened back into a freely opened hand, tending to the child’s needs with a soft smile on her face as she listened to their babbling, as it did make her laugh slightly, though it was almost silent. Like the peace before a battle.

“It’s true we haven’t formally introduced one another. Though I always called you the sparkling one.” She teased as she listened to their name with a curious gaze for a moment longer. They were certainly strange, though she did like the creativity behind the trees they made. She paused for a moment thinking about their question, before she smirked in response.

“That depends. Do you always flatter your prey before asking more dangerous questions?” She glanced in recognition at his question while her pure pearl eyes eyed him carefully, this time she circled around him with the ease of her beating wings. “To be honest, I wasn’t certain you would come.” She answered his question with a careful glance. “I didn’t know you had a village. All I knew was that blood was being spilled. Unnecessary blood.” Silently she gazed over to the field where the three changelings suffered their fate to the hands of cruelty.

“For that, I cannot ignore.” She remarked as she glanced towards the cannibals with scoff. Perhaps if they had a better reason other than for a cruel sin. Her wings filled the silence for a moment longer until she turned back towards him. “Please undress the honey from your words and tell me directly what I can answer for you.” She stated clearly. Showing a little distaste for flattery.

Forgotten Sands: A Divine Journey into the Unknown

Adria

An armourless angel rests by her wooden battlements watching like a shepherd over an empty pasture. Her pure white gaze lingered towards the decorated sky from her siblings. A creation that filled an empty space that their creator had forgotten. She eyed in complete wonderment while her heart slinked deeper into envy. War was a creation meant for endless rivers red, the clashing of metal against flesh, and furious cries parted their dirt covered lips. Sacrifice was meant to honor those who gave everything for cause, a city, a person. Making memories into stone until everyone will forget, except her.

For the past few days, she felt her siblings' influence. The shaking of earth, the cries of anguish and new shapes of fate. She knew these events by the littering corpses on her roads. Dying men and women who fled for safety often told the stories of shaping earth. If that wasn’t convincing enough her paths had been made more treacherous. Spiritual journeys for safety had become trails of both land and beast. Only some made it far enough to meet her scared guardians of nature. To protect the only treasure that not even Khton’s iron grip couldn’t keep.

The little cooing that echoed below her lap. The Child biting on her fingers without a care in the world. Looking up towards the angel with a wide smile with senseless babbling. Forcing the angel to laugh in simplicity, almost forgetting her worries of her god siblings and their effect on this unfinished canvas. She simply sighed, nuzzling his noise with a soft giggle as she watched him with loving care. Yet beneath that care was dread, for every hour the goddess ‘breathed’ it was day for the child. A child that is growing in more ways than one.

She wasn’t a mother, nor did she have one to learn from. She learned that milk was the best way for mortal offspring to grow. Unfortunately, the child was almost out of that stage. Her fingers knew that the child was growing rows of teeth, the problem was if she wore her metal gloves the child would break his teeth, and Adria wasn’t cruel. If she has to sacrifice her fingers just so the child could be entertained. Carefully she maneuvered the child into her arms, giving her the chance to stand and spread out her crimsoned wings stained by ash of those bodies she burned in remembrance of those who traveled for safety.

Now, she is tasked with a new purpose. She must learn how to raise a child before she begs her sister of death for the chance to spare the child from her realm. With the crack of her wings, she lifted into the air, soaring above her fortress of stone and wood, traveling to the closest village for some inspiration. Yet as she soared above, she felt something wrong when she hovered above a village in the canyon. Waste of blood. Slaughtered in malice and pleased by death. Her body twitched with bitterness as she slowly lowered herself onto the outskirts of the field.

Silently covering the child in a black cloak she moved closer towards the villager center. Staying in the shadows, watching the marked humans with a glare. They seemed completely different to the ones she seen patrolling her roads, and the dead she smelled bared different traits. Was this the work of one of her god kin? Or was a consequence of their action.

Then finally her eyes landed on Villagxor against a monster swinging a club with ease. A cruel weapon she witnessed in the fog. She watched in silence and in awe of the creature moving, dancing and striking like a game she'd seen the civilians play. However the game was not in his favor, he moved better then most people would call a soldier, but his footwork was sloppy, his attacks were pointless and the monster had experiences. It was a game that he was fated to lose. Perhaps if this was a fair fight, or that they shared the same guilt she would just watch and honor the one that failed.

Yet blood lingered on the monster’s lips, his jagged teeth spoke nothing but cruelty and greed. While the other fighter fought for something greater than themself or greed. He was trained with a fitting body, but his hands had never tasted blood. For that, his sacrifice would have to wait until he earned fair and square. She would have to tip the odds. Carefully she reached out towards the mortal with a low him as her eyes glowed brighter within the darkness of the shadows.

Her hand twitched with a command as she locked eyes with Villagxor. “By my breath and command, learn what it means to be a shield against malice and hate.” With a low breath she whispered her blessing. Almost as if his muscles were blessed with knowledge. His hands and feet knew exactly how to wield the stick in between his hands. Then she clenched her fist tightly, humming with energy. “By my eyes, see what flaws monsters make when they face their consequences.” She ushered her command granting his eyes the ability to see the flaws that Fang was making. Then with a soft hmm she offered her final blessing.

@Timemaster

“Show him the error of facing a shepherd against wolves.” She hummed with a nod as she backed away into the shadows. Hiding the child with a nod as she watched the evening fight.

Summary

Adria sulks in the shadows offering her blessing to a doomed mortal to hedge the bets.
[Surreal -2 Conviction: Grant gift] Gift of Staff: Villagxor had been blessed with the ability to effectively wield a staff with ease and proficiency as if he had been training for years.
[Surreal -2 Conviction: Grant gift] Gift of Eyesight: Villagxor has earned the blessing to know the weak spots of his enemies but only those who threaten his life or others.
[Lucid -0 Conviction: Power mortal champion.] Temporary blessing of pain durability: Villagxor feels and takes less damage until the end of his fight.

In Secret We Lie: Still Accepting, In Need of Humans

Deeppink #FF1493, Is that right? I looked up the BBC coding list and looked at the other character colors, So I am hoping for the best lol.

In Secret We Lie: Still Accepting, In Need of Humans

Ok so her color would be color=ed145b. As for her role it would be the entertainer, if I am understanding you correctly.

In Secret We Lie: Still Accepting, In Need of Humans

Oki I think I followed the instructions to the tea. Here is her character! Let me know if there is any changes that should be made to fit the story!

Claudia

Name: Claudia Canius
Rank: Entertainer/ Hired Assassin
Sex: Female
Age: 29
Appearance:

Claudia has bright blonde hair that mimics a sliver flow only being stopped by a red ribbon, separating the top and the bottom. She stands about 5ft 7inches with a slim flexible hourglass shape. Her body is slightly toned but mainly leaning on the flexible side. However beneath her perfectionism lies different cuts, scars, bruises and some markings of runic patterns.

As for her grab itself she wears a similar ring leader coat, with red and white sleeves sliding down into little fluffy cuffs. While her hands are enveloped in red silk gloves the kind most nobles wear. Beneath her open coat is a white silk tunic slightly tucked with her black leather trouser with leather boots. Finally around her neck is a puffed out collar mimicking that of nobles.

Personality:

While she is performing she is one with the crowd. Playful, witty, fun loving, and one with the breeze. Offering a smile to anyone who is down on their luck, a song to inspire the little ears, happily serving her part as a jester. To get closer and closer so that she can deliver the silent kiss of steel.

Yet, without her makeup and painted lips she is another scarred human. Stubborn to fault, persistent, sarcastic envious, jealous and full of sass. Despite her flaws she knows when to keep quiet and patiently wait for her moment. There had been times when she acted protective of those she cared about, lashed out with hate whenever she's something that's unfair.

History:

Claudia Canius was not born into a life of silk and laughter, but into the cold, stone halls of the “Crimson Folly,” a renowned traveling circus famous for its breathtaking acrobats and darker, more dangerous rumors. The circus was a front for an elite guild of assassins, where performers were trained from childhood in two arts: the art of the audience and the art of the kill. Orphans with unusual flexibility or a knack for misdirection were prized, and Claudia was one of the best. Her bright blonde hair and natural grace made her a perfect candidate for the lead performer.

Her stage persona, the “Silver Jester,” was meticulously crafted. The playful wit, the inspiring songs, and the connection with the crowd were not just an act; they were a weapon. She learned to read a room, to spot the guarded noble, the paranoid merchant, and the lovesick aristocrat. Her red ribbon was a signature, a promise of mirth that hid the intention of murder. The noble-like attire was a deliberate choice, designed to disarm her high-value targets, making them see her as a charming oddity rather than a lethal threat. This dual nature is a core element of the jester archetype, using humor and playfulness to challenge authority and reveal hidden truths or, in her case, to deliver a final one.

The physical toll of this life tells the real story beneath the makeup. The cuts, scars, and bruises are the receipts from jobs that went wrong, from training sessions that pushed her to the brink, and from punishments for failure. The runic patterns etched into her skin are not mere decoration; they are the guild’s magical brand, each one marking a completed contract or a rite of passage, serving as a permanent reminder that she is owned by the Crimson Folly.

Her ultimate goal is twofold: to survive and to earn her freedom. Every kiss of steel she delivers is another payment towards a debt she never agreed to. She bides her time, patiently waiting for the one moment, the one powerful target, that will allow her to turn the tables on her masters, break the magical chains of the runes, and finally allow Claudia Canius to be the only person she has to answer to.

Belief: The World is a Stage, and Everyone is Playing a Part. This is her fundamental truth. She sees society not as a genuine system of order and morality, but as a grand performance. Nobles play the part of the righteous, merchants play the part of the honest, and lovers play the part of the devoted. She believes that beneath every mask of propriety, piety, or kindness lies a selfish motive. This isn’t necessarily a judgment, but an observation she has used to survive. Since everyone is already acting, she sees no moral failing in adopting her own role, it’s simply the most effective way to navigate the world.

Relationship: None

Picture- https://pin.it/6IhODClqJ

In Secret We Lie: Still Accepting, In Need of Humans

Sounds like a plan! Thank you so much!

In Secret We Lie: Still Accepting, In Need of Humans

HI! I would also like to throw my hat in the ring of humans. If you guys are still accepting. I have no idea if I should send a pm of my character or place it somewhere else lol!

Forgotten Sands: A Divine Journey into the Unknown

Worm war!!!

Forgotten Sands: A Divine Journey into the Unknown

Bitter. From her celestial perch, Adria watched her god-siblings cavort with mortals, and every shared word, every hollow laugh, stoked the embers of her disgust into a roaring flame. How could they be so ignorant, so cruel, so reckless? The world was a half-finished canvas, a flawed draft upon which each deity had scrawled their own selfish design. And then, to force life into this crumbling mess… No. Not just life, but sentience. They had unleashed conscious suffering upon a world that still demanded reforging, that needed to be drawn closer to perfection before it could sustain such a fragile creation. It should have been a unanimous decision, a sacred pact. Instead, it was a whim, enacted without discussion, without warning. It was simply done.

It was pointless to watch them chase their base urges. How could they understand? They saw only the perfection of their own creations, enthralled by the visions that mirrored their desires. Adria, however, was horrified by her own perfection. She saw the truth: a never-ending cycle of slaughter and screams, soon to be immortalized in ink and stone. This burden—the embodiment of consent, blood, war, and death—had been forced upon her by some unseen watcher. Was it pointless to fight the fog? To be a goddess who roared like a beast lusting for crimson wine, who found ecstasy only in the clash of steel and the cries of the dying? Should she become like them: powerful, uncaring, and selfish?

Her thoughts became a deafening storm. Her eyes bled into a dark, blood-red, her heavenly form sprouting fangs as her hair darkened like spilled blood. Suddenly, a soft cry echoed from the bundle sheltered by her crimson wings. Her divine form receded, the monstrous features melting away. Slowly, her wings unfolded to reveal a mortal babe fussing in her arms. A soft, genuine smile graced her lips as she held him closer, rocking him with a motherly tenderness that defied her very nature. “Don’t worry… I am here, little one,” she whispered, her voice a gentle breeze as she sat upon the earthy ground. She cupped the child’s cheek. “See? I am not leaving you.” The babe cooed and snuggled closer against the cold steel of her breastplate.

No. She would not become the monster the fog demanded. She would deny this blood-soaked dream.

Her mind drifted back, the babe’s cry pulling her into memory. She saw a mother, soaked in blood and cut to the bone, yet standing over the corpse of a single, massive wolf. Driven by pure instinct or adrenaline, the woman was barely alive, her only focus on weeping for her son. Adria had appeared before her, immediately falling to her knees to cup the woman’s cheek. The first noble sacrifice. A mother’s love.

“I am so sorry… This isn’t the world I wanted for you,” Adria had whispered, offering what little comfort she could. The woman, who had never seen a god before, flinched but did not flee. Adria, unlike her siblings, remained hidden, appearing only to those whose souls caught her eye.

“Your sacrifice will not be forgotten—”

Before she could finish, the mother slapped her hands away, using the last of her strength to shield her child. “Not… my… son…” she growled, a primal defiance in her eyes.

Adria stood in silent awe as her Thornsteel vines slowly rose around them, a vessel ready to be inspired. She met the woman’s gaze and nodded. “Your son will live. You have my word.” Her voice was still as gentle as her angelic form. The mother wept, giving her child one last, desperate kiss before her fading breath ghosted against Adria’s face. Then, she was gone. Adria was left alone with the weeping child. In the silence, her divine tears watered the ground, and from that sacred soil grew a quiet place of remembrance, enclosed by ruby thorns and veins of metal. Her talon-like claws, now gentle, reached out and took the babe.

Days later, she heard the mortals speak of the place—a sanctuary of protection and sacrifice, honoring a woman who gave everything.

Adria broke from her trance, caressing the baby’s face before rising to her feet. She glanced toward the distant mortals, her heart a soft, steady drum. With a careful hand, she wove the remaining fog into something for them. She sent a small inspiration to those who yearned to protect: a dream of heroes wielding shields and swords, standing against ravenous monsters. Perhaps, one day, they would learn to craft their own defenses, their own walls, to shield themselves from beasts and gods alike.

Her message delivered, she turned her back on the world and walked toward the forest, savoring this fleeting moment with the mortal child. As she moved deeper into the woods, she began to forge pathways for those who might one day seek her, laying the foundation for her fortress among the trees.

Actions

Adria using her knowledge of weapons, shields and armor, giving them the option to become heroes and other warrior.
-1 conviction for Hazy

Adria creates a fortress in the woods for her own little privacy but made pathways if the mortals wished to learn more from her.
-3 conviction surmountable