The Grey Dust

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

@Lady Amalthea

Even with an NPC?
Alright, well then, Um I'm out of ideas since we haven't corrected the time gap.

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

Thomas Richard Harrison

Location: The Crossed Swords, Terra Firma.
Interacting with: No one in particular

Growling.

It appeared the void was hungry though it filled him. The power of the emptiness coursing in the blood, attuned not the stars nor sun nor moon but to the inky void that the celestial spheres floated within. The cosmic nihility that swallowed existence itself, neither evil nor malign in itself of itself, but truly hungered to be fulfilled. As the purposefulness of empty vessel is in its potential to no longer be empty, so to is the sorcerer who serves as a conduit between the mundane and the arcane. Channeled through their very being, offering glimpses into what was, what is and what could be at any moment in reality should the arcane barriers not be put into place. The occulscience and metaphysics of these things difficult to penetrate as the nature of magic is to be an exception the rules such that it becomes a rule of exceptions. So did the force of the void threaten the thin veil that was Thomas's flesh from this world and utter destruction? Was it the ravenous beast which devoured entire galaxies whole that rumbled within his core?

Nope. He was hungry. Three hours of meditation to reflect on whatever it was, coupled with a slight buzz from the drink earlier (which explained Ziggy). And supposedly the room came with a meal, to which after a quick check of his personal effects, the Sorcerer boy crept back from his shared rooms to the barside tavern as best he could to avoid being entangled by the Trio. Funny, one would think that after a few hours apart and some reflection, Thomas would feel a little better about the whole nearly accidently kill Sana thing. But those two ladies reminded him of someone he'd rather stay away from in his past. More determined women who saw Thomas as a danger to the ones they loved. It wasn't really his fault now, it was almost as if he was cursed by the very sources that powered him. Unless of course they sought him back. A nod of acknowledgement should suffice if their eyes met his, and a sheepish hello, else Thomas would just saunter over to the bar to take his food.

There was Keystone, and Sana, and Kyra, Satilla, the Dwarf. With the 'Queensbury Rules' gent recounting a tale of epic revelry by the sounds of and looks of it. Attack at the chef's meal which looked pretty damn delicious to hungry eyes, and made Thomas wonder who they had in the kitchen that could out cook Keystone? Tankard in hand, jovially spinning yarn in his accent, before the ladies and the barkeep. Oh and the dwarf too, it was hard to not miss him given his stature.

"Hrm, wonder where Ntaj and Cyne gone off to." Mid-spoonful of his meal, an actually pretty appetizing meal. Definitely not something he'd expected out of a small village inn supposedly plagued by undead. Something something Soylent Green. Hopefully the orcish ones didn't run off too, their rag-tag group was small enough already. Something something Orclent Green?

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The Twelve Labours: General Discussion

@Terminal

How disappointing.
I almost want to host a similar series of writing competitions to continue your legacy.
And although My grammar skills and writing skills are rather poor, and vastly will be inferior to yours.
I do enjoy reading the responses to your prompts.

Perhaps not quite the 12 labors... As that homage shall be yours alone...

But What of the 7 Sins?

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

@Lady Amalthea

Should I edit?

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

@Sigil

Which part?

The first paragraph isn't at all Thomas. It is omniscient Narrator.
Thomas has no idea what's going on over the in kitchen as noted by the second line.
Although I suppose I could have made it more clear that it was merely commentary.
Then again, given that Thomas is 1-2 hours ahead of everyone else as established by Lady A he could be retrospectively clairvoyant? Or some like that, either way the first paragraph is a narrator narrating either past meals (in the three days for example) Keystone had made, or in the cave for the matter. Either way I suppose it is my writing style tends to blend limited character thoughts with omniscient narration.

The second paragraph is Thomas and his thoughts.

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

Thomas Richard Harrison

Location: The Crossed Swords.
Interacting with: No one.

Thus spake the cosmos. And whatever going ons happened in the kitchen and bar were a mystery to Thomas. Eventually he'd snap out of his meditations to grab a meal and fuel is non-cosmic self. Keystone, as intimidating as the man was, did make some nice food. Heavy rich hearty things, though far better than the simple raw fruits and veggies. Crudités, quick and simple to prepare, and none to complex for a farmboy. Thomas wasn't a vegetarian, but he did tend to avoid eating animal flesh when possible. True it isn't horse meat, or at least to the best of his knowledge, but beef was still pieces of a cow, and ham a pig. Chickens were farm birds and mutton was far more cuddly when still alive. Some sympathy for the live of the animals that had to die so someone could enjoy a steak. And to eat it in such a wolfish manner, bread and butter was fine, but tearing away at flesh like a ravenous ghoul?

Ah yes, the undead ghoul. A bit of a problem was it not? Something which stirred in Thomas' mind. It was a curious question of who was making the trouble. One yet to be seen answered. Although Thomas was always a man who chased after knowledge and this vexing question of who nearly made it impossible to clear one's thoughts and connect with the celestial seas. A vampire? A necromancer? Someone with magic, but who was doing it? Certainly not Thomas, he had no training in the darker arts. That and his magic did not tap into the forces of life and undeath. Or could they? Something to consider experimenting on. After they leave this place. Or after He leaves this place. Thomas was still unsure of his role in the group. Consulting wizard maybe?

Taking after his Master Wolfgang...

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@Lady Amalthea

I think Thomas is out of temporal synch with the rest of the gang at the moment right?
I wrote him down as having gone for three hours or so in meditation.
Not sure if that time has actually passed or not in the kitchen.

As such I suppose I could do a short post either tonight or tomorrow.
More poetry perhaps? Any suggestions anyone?

Mahz's Dev Journal

Praise Lord Mahz.

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

Thomas Richard Harrison

Location: The Crossed Swords.
Interacting with: Still No One again? Hopefully.

Don't you know whatcha are?
Jamming good with Sun and Moon,
And the others from Stars.
You tried to leave land,
But didn't get far,
Became the special man,
When we were Ziggy's band.

An apparition appeared, as most apparitions might, caused by either delirium or epiphany. Perhaps a bit of both, though meditations allowed the mind to wander, sometimes it wander too far, too deep. There was a man, or something of a man, the shape of a humanoid man with one head, two arms, and legs in a bipedal stance. Though it did not stand much, or at least stand still, for the illuminating hallucination seemed to dance across the eternal plane that was Thomas' lost mind. What was this being? A figment of the imagination? With radiant skin so white it burns to gaze at, though its odd eyes fluttered open and closed, the mouthless face it bore sang the unusual tune. Bizarre was it was, Thomas felt a familiarity to deranged entity. Most mages were after all, weird.

Now Welcome to the gang,
screwed up fate and screwed your debut
Do you know what I am?
I could kill you by dancing,
I could give your demands,
'Came on you magic man,
Ill sung and cosmic plan...

It was a star. One of the sentient stars from which Thomas must have been related to. A being of pure light and madness. Indeed it was they who ruled the fates by their subtle manipulations. It was they who were the influence to his birth. By their moments, the prophecies changed, by their whim, desires granted. And just remember, that everything that ever was or will be, mere Stardust in the sky. Those maddening eyes stared back, one pupil small the other wide, dilated like a swallowing pit that devoured all sanity there in. He could feel himself becoming entranced, enchanted by this starman.

Maybe it was time to stop meditations. It had been at least a few hours right? Thomas concentration wavered for a moment. His earthly body demanded attention, food, drink, and some better company than dancing space men. Maybe a few more minutes, it would be impolite to leave before Ziggy finishes his song.