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A Crown of Bones

Do shades have a preservation effect on corpses they possess? I'm assuming that the body doesn't lose the rot and decay that had happened to it over time, but does it get any worse?

A Crown of Bones

Does the same apply to shades, or are they stuck at one? Also, is it allowed to have more than one character, or do you want us to just stick to one. I didn't see anything about it, which is why I'm asking.

A Crown of Bones

This may seem like a silly question, but are the limits to the number of schools of magic just a baseline? As in, can characters eventually grow beyond that? I'm just curious because I thought that they were permanent limits.

In other news, I'm working on a cs now. :3

A Crown of Bones (Fantasy)

I am here to express my interest. :3

Magik Ther Was

I can't post until Necroes does, considering I reacted to his character.

Magik Ther Was

I feel that my post was a little on the short side, but I did get it up as promised. :D

Magik Ther Was

After a few moments, the man dressed in overalls spoke up, his rich, kind voice seeming to resonate within Paige's mind. She thought that his claims as to saving the world were surprising, but not all that outlandish, as she couldn't argue that he had managed to get a hold of them all in a very strange way. Regardless, saving the world sounded kind of exciting to her, even if the others disagreed, though most of them seemed as willing to humor the man as she did.

The blonde man didn't seem to be too happy about it, however, and Paige didn't need to see his auric energy to determine that. He started talking about something called the “convergence,” which meant nothing to Paige, before slipping into what was clearly indecent language, even if most of the words were meaningless to her. She was content to ignore him straight up until he began threatening the man in overalls, and the rest of them from what it sounded like.

As her anger at the man surged, so too did her aura, a bright red, fire-like outline to her body that noticeably increased the temperature around her. This effect, however, was unintentional, as Paige had not quite gained enough experience with her magic to always stop things from happening whenever her rather volatile emotions flared. “Why do you have to be so nasty?” she said, fists balled at her hips. “He didn't make you do anything! You're the one who showed up here!”

While she was confronting the blonde man, she was only vaguely aware of the fact that two people, the dark-haired boy and the older gentleman, had introduced themselves to the man in overalls. One of the girls started running down the path, clearly desiring to have no part in any of this, while another girl just asked what the reward was. The other blonde guy seemed to agree with the mean one on principle, though he was a lot nicer about it, merely demanding proof instead of threatening to shoot people and what not, which meant that he was in no way the target of her anger.

Fortunately for the group as a whole, Paige did have enough experience dealing with her mood swings to prevent herself from doing something foolhardy or rash... most of the time. Sometimes her emotions did get the best of her, but this was not one of those times. The chance that he could be telling the truth about his weapon, which was admittedly low from Paige's experience dealing with liars, was a good deterrent to her acting in anger, though it was a very fine line.

Magik Ther Was

I will try and post later today. :3 Also, sorry for vanishing; I'm not very good at talking in OOC and I've been rather busy with college.

The Soap Factory

Sorry for the delay. :3 College is a chore sometimes.

The Soap Factory

The savage cries of another individual two cages down as the guards poked a shiny stick through the bars was what woke Sapphire up, the tiny golem floating up to see what the commotion was all about. While Sapphire didn't understand what was really going on, it didn't seem like it was pleasant for the poor individual, and that made her a little sad, her crystals turning a muted shade of blue to reflect that. Of course, none of the guards took any notice.

After a little while, they seemed to grow bored, dropping the tray of food, quite different from what Sapphire consumed, in the cage and moving on down the line towards the cell of a person who looked not unlike the guards, though they didn't seem to like him much at all. The words that they said were hard for Sapphire to understand, though she did manage to pick a few out, like “Marcus” and “order”. Over time, she had managed to learn that “Marcus” referred to the inmate. “Order” was a word whose meaning she had not quite grasped, however. The guards liked to say it to Marcus, but she wasn't sure why.

In a few moments, the second guard stopped the first one from hitting Marcus, and they left the cage, continuing onto her cell. Having observed that the guards liked to hit people, Sapphire floated back and up from the door to make sure she was out of their reach, flinching when they made as if attempting to touch her, much to their amusement. Knowing that she was incapable of speech, at least fluent speech, they didn't stick around long, only staying to drop off the tray of her food.

The 'food' that was on the tray wasn't what most people would consider edible, as it consisted of a variety of little stones and such made from silicon. As per the usual, the guard had refrained from giving her all of the food she had been meant to have, keeping a few of the shinier minerals in his pocket, which was strange considering the fact that she had never seen anyone else eat them like she did. Regardless, Sapphire was happy to have something to eat, having been dealing with flashes of pain from her core over the past several hours.

In short order, the medley of minerals was consumed, alleviating the pains that she had been having. Now that she was awake, however, there was really no point in going straight back to sleep. But that lead to the issue of what to do with her time. She had already observed just about everything outside of her cage that could be observed by floating up and down, and there wasn't really anything else to do. The thought that maybe Marcus would help keep her company occurred to her after a few moments, and so she floated over towards him, stopping at the bars of her own cage, of course.

“Mar-cus,” she said, her voice very rough and uneven, showing clear evidence that speech was new to her. “Sp-eech?” The fact that she knew virtually no words made communication quite a bit more difficult, of course, and she tried to supplement that by changing the colors of her crystals to reflect her sympathy – a soft pink that was only slightly different from the pink her crystals normally were.