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Where am I?
Travis' mind had eventually drifted off into the blackness that filled his light-less quarters where radiance of the past dusk of yesterday no longer touched and then deeper upon his eyelids sealing up. His consciousness would flicker and fade as he slept, sometimes unaware or initially unresponsive of the random images that passed by like presentation slides. The images would usually be of little meaning, then sometimes of a previous event. The more familiar items he could instantly recollect and then think little of it afterwards. That is, unless the scrap of memory was much more demanding of his attention, even when the reason was vacant.
After being comfortable held by quite darkness, he unconsciously found himself in a hard metal enclosure. It was a cage; one that would hold a single person within its inconsiderate confines. Out side it was a blurry hue of red and orange. Both colors flickered and swirled with the sound of crackling and voices in the nearby. The atmosphere soothing around in the air felt hot and almost sickening via an unforeseen and natural harmonic resonance of sorts. The vibes he could absorb were already bad; so much so that when his sight became clear, the back drop of several chanting cloaked figures made the perception that much worse. While he could feel himself panicking upon this shocking discovery, there was a sense of calmness to him despite the situation.
The roughness of the case he was in, the strangely informal aroma filling his nostrils, and the verses chanted not in English he could quickly identify and conclude their meanings. This scene was not new to him. He had experienced this in reality once and re-imagined it many times afterwards.
Oh. This Again.
The scene was a memory; one specifically that Travis was growing tiresome of remembering in such detail. This would have been about a month ago Felix had recruited him. Cultists of the Enlightened had scoped him out somehow and eventually got the drop on him and tossed him into this fine cell or "mold" as it appeared to be which hung over a magical circle of archaic runes and candles. The words these cultists intoned translated into sacrifice and rebirth. Trans-mutate and transcend. He knew the words well but the disorienting fumes at the time blurred some of the words and meanings. Whatever this cult had in mind gave no mind to his opinion in what they believed to be the betterment of his well-being.
I know how this goes down.
Lucky for him. whatever ritual they had in-mind had gone up in flames, literally. The old abandoned house this dark ceremony was being orchestrating in was then interrupted by Salem Disciples. The hunters came crashing through the boarded window arches and exits and begun their indiscriminate purge upon the unfortunate worshipers. The sudden attack had caught the cultists completely of guard and gave them little time to respond against the attack. Suffice to say, it was an utter massacre with blades and fire lashing out against decayed wood and flesh alike. One particularly enormous hunter got into the mix and swung a large broadsword decorated in runes and symbols into vertical decent upon a cultist's head. The amount of force easily divided the man clean into with enough gore to spray a good portion of the room.
I really wish I didn't have to remember that.
With much of the cult slain, all that remained was the leader, or at least someone whom appeared to be the leader, as in the only person with a crown of horns upon their head and obviously looked the most experienced. Now cornered, the head cultist recited a similar incantation this cult nearly performed on him. As the words came out and strangely echoed, so did the the flames of the candles fused out as the horned ring-leader was swallowed into shadow. What then emerged in an unnerving glow of green light was a mass of slithering tentacles of oozing ebony that lashed out against the Salem hunters. Two of the hunters he recalled were impaled by the hideous mass and as they cried in agony, their bodies were then consumed in the same blackness as the creature itself and soon did they crumble into the tendrils themselves with their cries turning to moans and then slurred and dying gasps.
Or that. Specifically that.
The other hunters evaded the attack and quickly coordinated with one another to challenge the abomination, jumping and flanking around their large prey. As the chaotic battles commenced, Travis took the opportunity to release himself from his steel mold by using his fire magic passively enough so he could burn and cut his way out of the cage. While at first, he was hesitant in jumping down into the fight as hectic as it was. But with fear and survival driving him, the jumped and then ran as fast as he could from the gore and agony around him.
And here we go.
While getting out of that God-forsaken room was incredibly revealing, he was far from out of danger. There was that nether-creature-whatever-it-was that was killing everything in that part of the building and it if did succeed in killing the Salem hunter, who was to say it wouldn't try to find him? And if the hunters were victorious, they would likely off him in hopes of keeping this purge under wraps. The idea of either side emerging victorious did not favor him at all. All he needed to do was run and escape the building all together.
Thats right, run down that way and-
Travis remembered escaping the house and into a dark gloomy forest not far from civilization. He made it back without any word from the place again and continued his work a few days later after the incident. And that was that. But after his dream=self opened the backdoor, he came to another familiar scene but alien to this one. The dark night sky was instead replaced with a rocky ceiling of natural earth and mana crystals. The surrounding foliage was absent and only gravel and dirt remained, save for a large pile of ruble several feet before him with a intricate crystal standing at its apex.
I...Don't remember that being there.
It was then the earth below soothed to stone and everything around him faded to a unusual deep red. The last thing he then saw was a stone slab rushing him afterwards, as far as he could of identified before his simulated demise.
Or that.
---
Travis's eyes opened to see the familiar redwood ceiling above him as he stared upwards. He blinked only a few shot times before raising himself upright and looking around his room. There was no sense to it but felt necessary to confirm he was in reality. The unusual happenings during his slumber were vague at best and yet strangely unusual, regardless of the annoying familiarity to it. He silently shook his head groaning before stepping out from the cozy berth and on to the floor. Despite being able to getting plenty more sleep than before, he felt as if he could pass out again into yet another slumber. However personal expectations had to be kept, especially if he was the last member unaccounted for downstairs. With his daily routines now underway, he made his way to his shower to wash up.
It wouldn't be too longer before he was all dressed and clean and ready to participate in any required activities that he was in store for; hopefully research oriented of a specific and recently recovered mana-crystal. As he made his way downstairs, he could hear Nemo and Rayia and speaking. While at first, the antiquated voices were nothing to raise concern over, it was then the addition of several other recognized voices that tipped him off to curious development downstairs. Is the television on? thought Travis has he came down the stairs, still feeling groggy and unkempt with his awareness. Just has he reached the first floor and turned the corner did he then froze in place with tired eyes now forcefully widened.
Across the room closer to Raiya was Alya; his hopefully former opponent from yesterday in the catacombs. Why was she here? Didn't Felix reject her request to join their team? Those same questions were then silenced by several more when his eyes found two other female newcomers, this time they were individuals he had not seen before. And does that one have, wings?
"What." Travis bluntly stated upon seeing Alya before looking to the other two individual with a confused look, "Who?"
Just then, Felix arrived into the same rooms via one of his portals with yet another person with him, "Oh."
This is certainly becoming a rather interesting morning.
Travis' mind had eventually drifted off into the blackness that filled his light-less quarters where radiance of the past dusk of yesterday no longer touched and then deeper upon his eyelids sealing up. His consciousness would flicker and fade as he slept, sometimes unaware or initially unresponsive of the random images that passed by like presentation slides. The images would usually be of little meaning, then sometimes of a previous event. The more familiar items he could instantly recollect and then think little of it afterwards. That is, unless the scrap of memory was much more demanding of his attention, even when the reason was vacant.
After being comfortable held by quite darkness, he unconsciously found himself in a hard metal enclosure. It was a cage; one that would hold a single person within its inconsiderate confines. Out side it was a blurry hue of red and orange. Both colors flickered and swirled with the sound of crackling and voices in the nearby. The atmosphere soothing around in the air felt hot and almost sickening via an unforeseen and natural harmonic resonance of sorts. The vibes he could absorb were already bad; so much so that when his sight became clear, the back drop of several chanting cloaked figures made the perception that much worse. While he could feel himself panicking upon this shocking discovery, there was a sense of calmness to him despite the situation.
The roughness of the case he was in, the strangely informal aroma filling his nostrils, and the verses chanted not in English he could quickly identify and conclude their meanings. This scene was not new to him. He had experienced this in reality once and re-imagined it many times afterwards.
Oh. This Again.
The scene was a memory; one specifically that Travis was growing tiresome of remembering in such detail. This would have been about a month ago Felix had recruited him. Cultists of the Enlightened had scoped him out somehow and eventually got the drop on him and tossed him into this fine cell or "mold" as it appeared to be which hung over a magical circle of archaic runes and candles. The words these cultists intoned translated into sacrifice and rebirth. Trans-mutate and transcend. He knew the words well but the disorienting fumes at the time blurred some of the words and meanings. Whatever this cult had in mind gave no mind to his opinion in what they believed to be the betterment of his well-being.
I know how this goes down.
Lucky for him. whatever ritual they had in-mind had gone up in flames, literally. The old abandoned house this dark ceremony was being orchestrating in was then interrupted by Salem Disciples. The hunters came crashing through the boarded window arches and exits and begun their indiscriminate purge upon the unfortunate worshipers. The sudden attack had caught the cultists completely of guard and gave them little time to respond against the attack. Suffice to say, it was an utter massacre with blades and fire lashing out against decayed wood and flesh alike. One particularly enormous hunter got into the mix and swung a large broadsword decorated in runes and symbols into vertical decent upon a cultist's head. The amount of force easily divided the man clean into with enough gore to spray a good portion of the room.
I really wish I didn't have to remember that.
With much of the cult slain, all that remained was the leader, or at least someone whom appeared to be the leader, as in the only person with a crown of horns upon their head and obviously looked the most experienced. Now cornered, the head cultist recited a similar incantation this cult nearly performed on him. As the words came out and strangely echoed, so did the the flames of the candles fused out as the horned ring-leader was swallowed into shadow. What then emerged in an unnerving glow of green light was a mass of slithering tentacles of oozing ebony that lashed out against the Salem hunters. Two of the hunters he recalled were impaled by the hideous mass and as they cried in agony, their bodies were then consumed in the same blackness as the creature itself and soon did they crumble into the tendrils themselves with their cries turning to moans and then slurred and dying gasps.
Or that. Specifically that.
The other hunters evaded the attack and quickly coordinated with one another to challenge the abomination, jumping and flanking around their large prey. As the chaotic battles commenced, Travis took the opportunity to release himself from his steel mold by using his fire magic passively enough so he could burn and cut his way out of the cage. While at first, he was hesitant in jumping down into the fight as hectic as it was. But with fear and survival driving him, the jumped and then ran as fast as he could from the gore and agony around him.
And here we go.
While getting out of that God-forsaken room was incredibly revealing, he was far from out of danger. There was that nether-creature-whatever-it-was that was killing everything in that part of the building and it if did succeed in killing the Salem hunter, who was to say it wouldn't try to find him? And if the hunters were victorious, they would likely off him in hopes of keeping this purge under wraps. The idea of either side emerging victorious did not favor him at all. All he needed to do was run and escape the building all together.
Thats right, run down that way and-
Travis remembered escaping the house and into a dark gloomy forest not far from civilization. He made it back without any word from the place again and continued his work a few days later after the incident. And that was that. But after his dream=self opened the backdoor, he came to another familiar scene but alien to this one. The dark night sky was instead replaced with a rocky ceiling of natural earth and mana crystals. The surrounding foliage was absent and only gravel and dirt remained, save for a large pile of ruble several feet before him with a intricate crystal standing at its apex.
I...Don't remember that being there.
It was then the earth below soothed to stone and everything around him faded to a unusual deep red. The last thing he then saw was a stone slab rushing him afterwards, as far as he could of identified before his simulated demise.
Or that.
---
Travis's eyes opened to see the familiar redwood ceiling above him as he stared upwards. He blinked only a few shot times before raising himself upright and looking around his room. There was no sense to it but felt necessary to confirm he was in reality. The unusual happenings during his slumber were vague at best and yet strangely unusual, regardless of the annoying familiarity to it. He silently shook his head groaning before stepping out from the cozy berth and on to the floor. Despite being able to getting plenty more sleep than before, he felt as if he could pass out again into yet another slumber. However personal expectations had to be kept, especially if he was the last member unaccounted for downstairs. With his daily routines now underway, he made his way to his shower to wash up.
It wouldn't be too longer before he was all dressed and clean and ready to participate in any required activities that he was in store for; hopefully research oriented of a specific and recently recovered mana-crystal. As he made his way downstairs, he could hear Nemo and Rayia and speaking. While at first, the antiquated voices were nothing to raise concern over, it was then the addition of several other recognized voices that tipped him off to curious development downstairs. Is the television on? thought Travis has he came down the stairs, still feeling groggy and unkempt with his awareness. Just has he reached the first floor and turned the corner did he then froze in place with tired eyes now forcefully widened.
Across the room closer to Raiya was Alya; his hopefully former opponent from yesterday in the catacombs. Why was she here? Didn't Felix reject her request to join their team? Those same questions were then silenced by several more when his eyes found two other female newcomers, this time they were individuals he had not seen before. And does that one have, wings?
"What." Travis bluntly stated upon seeing Alya before looking to the other two individual with a confused look, "Who?"
Just then, Felix arrived into the same rooms via one of his portals with yet another person with him, "Oh."
This is certainly becoming a rather interesting morning.
@ShiningSector
You can post now if you want.
Gotcha, I'll post soon. Economic courses are quickly not becoming my thing.
@Prodigal Son Sounds good to me
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No, in fact, if you read my earlier posts, it was written that Felix expected to be back with all the new members and have breakfast ready before everyone woke up. Raiya only woke up because she had a nightmare and couldn't get back to sleep. Nemo only woke up because he was sleeping on a couch next to where Raiya sat down.
Understood. Just wanted to know if I was expected to post yet.
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Yes it's like 6:20-6:30 right now at the head quarters.
That's fairly early. Would Travis be expected to be up right now?
Stupid question - I take it its after 6:00am in-game time?
Finally got my own post up - who else is enjoying Rise of Iron?
Sir? While Simon was no stranger of the common honorific he would commonly be addressed by newer Guardians or civilian officers, hearing it from another Guardian with just has much comparable skill and fame like he and all the other summoned Guardians was a tad unusual. Nevertheless, Simon tried to no think about it too much and focused on the matters that was about to soon come.
"No kidding," Simon responded, sharing a similar eagerness with the fellow Titan. It was then Hadron-12 had arrived to the gathering, giving a simple greeting in addressing them all which Simon replied in kind, "good to see you Hadron."
With all the summoned Guardians now assembled, a frame from the Vanguard approached them and requested to follow it back to their former class mentors; everyone complied. Ikora Ray was the first to kindly greet them upon entering the Vanguard Hall. Simon, regardless of being a Titan, had tremendous respect for the Vanguard Warlock. While Zavala shaped him into a proper Titan, Ikora had given him much needed wisdom and insight while he was still a rising Guardian. Both he and formerly Ikora both shared a mutual past of rebelliousness to most authorities and proved very competitive the matches of the Crucible. It was Ikora that perhaps understood him the most during his earlier immortal years and evidently how they became friends. As a symbol to his matured accomplishments, Ikora had awarded the refined Defender with her weapon, the Invective shotgun that Simon now wields to this day with admiration.
Cayde-06 then greeted the team next, and then followed by Commander Zavala. Zavala decided to immediately get straight to the point of requesting them all here. It was no surprise to him, if not to the other Guardians that this was a mission, or a "campaign" as Zavala had put it of the utmost importance. The details of this high risk offensive was then related to Cayde-06 so he could brief the Guardians about. The Vanguard Hunter responsible for paving way for the assault on the once thought to be unassailable Hive Dreadnought now ever apart of Saturn's rings explained that their goal is take out a Ketch of an unidentified Fallen House currently in orbit. To do that, he gave the advisory of capturing a Fallen Skiff in order for their fireteam to board the Ketch so they can carry out their objective. The plan was simple enough to comprehend but the operation felt like a well-coordinated Strike rather than an all-out-war as Zavala had made it seem earlier.
Once Cayde asked if any of the Guardian's had any questions regarding the task, Simon was the first to respond, "The region East of the Cosmodrome, where this landing site is reported to be is, infamously, said to be untouched by Guardians was a long time so I can understand how dangerous it will be in stepping foot there," Simon game a brief pause before continuing with his query, "I would assume we will need infiltrate that region first before moving on to our objective; where will be our point of insertion?"
"No kidding," Simon responded, sharing a similar eagerness with the fellow Titan. It was then Hadron-12 had arrived to the gathering, giving a simple greeting in addressing them all which Simon replied in kind, "good to see you Hadron."
With all the summoned Guardians now assembled, a frame from the Vanguard approached them and requested to follow it back to their former class mentors; everyone complied. Ikora Ray was the first to kindly greet them upon entering the Vanguard Hall. Simon, regardless of being a Titan, had tremendous respect for the Vanguard Warlock. While Zavala shaped him into a proper Titan, Ikora had given him much needed wisdom and insight while he was still a rising Guardian. Both he and formerly Ikora both shared a mutual past of rebelliousness to most authorities and proved very competitive the matches of the Crucible. It was Ikora that perhaps understood him the most during his earlier immortal years and evidently how they became friends. As a symbol to his matured accomplishments, Ikora had awarded the refined Defender with her weapon, the Invective shotgun that Simon now wields to this day with admiration.
Cayde-06 then greeted the team next, and then followed by Commander Zavala. Zavala decided to immediately get straight to the point of requesting them all here. It was no surprise to him, if not to the other Guardians that this was a mission, or a "campaign" as Zavala had put it of the utmost importance. The details of this high risk offensive was then related to Cayde-06 so he could brief the Guardians about. The Vanguard Hunter responsible for paving way for the assault on the once thought to be unassailable Hive Dreadnought now ever apart of Saturn's rings explained that their goal is take out a Ketch of an unidentified Fallen House currently in orbit. To do that, he gave the advisory of capturing a Fallen Skiff in order for their fireteam to board the Ketch so they can carry out their objective. The plan was simple enough to comprehend but the operation felt like a well-coordinated Strike rather than an all-out-war as Zavala had made it seem earlier.
Once Cayde asked if any of the Guardian's had any questions regarding the task, Simon was the first to respond, "The region East of the Cosmodrome, where this landing site is reported to be is, infamously, said to be untouched by Guardians was a long time so I can understand how dangerous it will be in stepping foot there," Simon game a brief pause before continuing with his query, "I would assume we will need infiltrate that region first before moving on to our objective; where will be our point of insertion?"
Stepping out from the large and dimply lit corridor connecting to the North section of the the tower, Simon covered his eyes as the bright light of the sun graced him as he came into the Tower's Watch; the meeting grounds for most Guardians whom returned after a long days work. Turning his head to the right, he could the broken brilliance of the Traveler float above the Last City. It was a forever wonder when the Traveler would ever recover after saving all that was left of Humanity after the Darkness'furious assualts long ago. Coming around the small facility where Tess Everis makes her business with exclusive items and where Kadi 55-39, the Tower's Postmaster, delivers shipments to all the Guardians and the vendors, Simon made his way down the centering lane, passing other Guardians going about their own business and the erected storage facilities harboring important personal equipment to the wielder's of the Traveler's Light, including his.
Not long after making his way down the stairs toward the Vanguard Hall did his eyes sight a gathered group of experienced Guardians whom quickly turned to his direction with smiles on their faces. One Hunter in particular, a rather noisy but impressively capable and formidable one named Spectre, welcomed Simon has he took of his helmet. The others that stood behind him was another Titan by the name of Damien though also going by as The Kellbreaker, a title obtained through aggressive and brutal means; a resounding factor that speaks of the Sunbreaker's feat and skill. The last one was Verstand-08, currently the only Warlock and Exo of the group. Simon has rarely seen him outside of the Tower Archives but with wonders spoken of him many times, the Titan had to wonder what this was all about.
"That'll be correct, Spectre. Pleasure to meet you too, Dmaian and Verstand-08, " Simon replied as he looked over the three Guardians before him, "I assume you gentleman are doing well and are just as curious as I am about this meeting we're having?"
Not long after making his way down the stairs toward the Vanguard Hall did his eyes sight a gathered group of experienced Guardians whom quickly turned to his direction with smiles on their faces. One Hunter in particular, a rather noisy but impressively capable and formidable one named Spectre, welcomed Simon has he took of his helmet. The others that stood behind him was another Titan by the name of Damien though also going by as The Kellbreaker, a title obtained through aggressive and brutal means; a resounding factor that speaks of the Sunbreaker's feat and skill. The last one was Verstand-08, currently the only Warlock and Exo of the group. Simon has rarely seen him outside of the Tower Archives but with wonders spoken of him many times, the Titan had to wonder what this was all about.
"That'll be correct, Spectre. Pleasure to meet you too, Dmaian and Verstand-08, " Simon replied as he looked over the three Guardians before him, "I assume you gentleman are doing well and are just as curious as I am about this meeting we're having?"
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