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Masses are always breeding grounds of psychic epidemics.
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The highest, most decisive experience is to be alone with one's own self. You must be alone to find out what supports you, when you find that you can not support yourself.
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The core of an individual is the mystery of life, which dies when it is 'grasped'. That is also why symbols want to keep their secrets.
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The Harbinger of Ferocity
Agent of the Wild, Aspect of the Ferine
Nature, red in tooth and claw.
"There is, indeed, no single quality of the cat that man could not emulate to his advantage."
- Carl Van Vechten
I am, at my core, a personification and manifestation of those things whose blood and hearts run red with the ferocity of the animal world. It is this which convicts and controls my works, my writing, my being; the force and guidance in which I gain wisdom from. It is what inspires me as a creator and weaver of words, the very thing I admire as an author.
My leanings, savage as they are, are of the feline sort as there exists no greater lineage of beasts whom can be drawn from. No others captivate and motivate my talent and skill as the greatest of cats do.
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I toyed in slight with the time; now all the events should be again roughly continuous rather than us having to retrograde to prior remarks and we should all be effectively in the master's waiting room.
The wise eyes narrowed in visible scrutiny as the half-blooded man, a mingling of bloods both elf and human, introduced himself with a practiced partial bow and chested salute. His demeanor was respectable enough, yet more noticeable for its impact that it had upon the younger man who in the future would repeat the gesture, minus the same level of seniority and with a motion of his head included as well. Yet, things changed quickly enough as the idle conversation was interrupted by a rush of footfall then the opening of the door.
With a flick of one of her curved ears something unusual washed over her, in an inexplicable interruption. Enough that she angled her strong neck slightly to her shoulder and listened, ignoring the woman and allowing the rest of the collective to advance before she so much as dared take her first step further. Unclear, she had the sensation of being observed - hardly surprising was this, as something was clearly unusual about the circumstance as a whole and someone, something taking interest in it was to be expected. Whatever power, or powers, were at work here they were well beyond mundane.
Pressing, she walked quietly past the woman, ducking to avoid striking herself on the door's uppermost frame; her height, at least within the confines of the mortal, civilized world was often almost too large. In her movement, she carried with herself a presence of serene observation. Taking mental notes of all she could observe, particularly that the home was even larger than it appeared outside within. It did little to surprise her at this point, the evidence overwhelming that they were dealing with someone magically inclined, but it was a specific sort of quality; opulent was it all, with its exotic rugs, fine curtains and numerous chandeliers.
Taking up the last of the guests, they were led to a large room not far away, furnished with a grand table and a seat clearly intended for the host.
"You will stay in here, for now. The master of the house will be with you shortly."
The aged beast made no effort to reply. The young servant girl with humbled yet cared for features then excused herself, but that was not what drew attention. It was what she had said and the manner in which she had said it that mattered. Either the master thought themselves of enough authority to command this group of people - all of whom were reasonably dangerous in some way or another - or the servant thought her master of such power.
Wizard or not, this collective was the sort who could pose a very grave, very practical threat.
Diagorides, or so he introduced himself as, took it upon himself to become comfortable, leaning back in one of the chairs; his introduction was brief, but decisive, the sort of thing a man like him undoubtedly cared for. He offered a partial wineskin, cementing his words with action. The others found themselves about into the room, but the young knight did so introduce himself next, speaking calmly in a metered manner.
"Emil Erran of Edessa, I am a Knight of Edessa and have experience with field medical care."
Only taking the wineskin out of formality it seemed, he drank, but not before the huntress turned her attention, her entire body shifting toward the halfling who elevated herself from the ground still. There was no actual action that the monster had taken beyond setting her eyes to her in this, just that she seemingly undertook some sort of natural subconscious reaction to the efforts of Regina. In turn, all that could be glimpsed of her mind was smooth concentration - the sort that deflected mental assaults. In fact, it actually now permeated the immediate area in an aura of thoughtless dampening, coating the persons in the fine room with an invisible shroud of mental hardness.
It was always there before, an underlying calm that came with the felinoid thing, who now calmly removed her robe's hood with her left hand, but it had grown to affect an area around her.
The younger man now set himself to one of the chairs, finishing his introduction, to which Diagorides remarked on, raising the drink in further motion following his clenched, solid fist. Were it not made of flesh, he the man and his fist, the veteran was sure he might as well be a walking mountain - no doubt as hard to resist as one. Ionathan, owing to this, seemed to examine the man for a moment in thought, remaining where he was in standing with the halfling at his side.
Jowls curving, revealing rows of deadly fangs of which menaced her monstrous nature in full, she spoke again, content that they had made it this far without killing one another, "I am Sakaala."
Her voice was unsettling, the sort of sound a woman of regal power would have if interwoven with an underlying growl.
Moving calmly to the end of the table near the master's chair, keeping herself intentionally aloof, hand gracing the edge of the fine wooden surface, she examined the entire scene before her. One of her eyes, specifically the right, was visibly blind and graced by a scar while the stillness of her right arm suggested it was in some manner disabled. Her steely breastplate covered only the upper portion of her chest, and for how visibly old she was, her musculature was still remarkable through her tattered hide that was of a greyed sand color.
"I am as men call me a 'monster', but I am many things." She said, blinking her beastly eyes in thought as she further unclasped her flame and blade pocked cloak and undid it from about her, no longer hiding and instead allowing it to hang loosely in its typical arrangement. In the process she so revealed that she bore a large bladed sword across her back, of which seemed to cling to her without visible means of attachment; something of elven make, certainly magical.
@Zero Hex@Jon Y@vietmyke@Belwicket@IcePezz@AdamantiumWolf
With a flick of one of her curved ears something unusual washed over her, in an inexplicable interruption. Enough that she angled her strong neck slightly to her shoulder and listened, ignoring the woman and allowing the rest of the collective to advance before she so much as dared take her first step further. Unclear, she had the sensation of being observed - hardly surprising was this, as something was clearly unusual about the circumstance as a whole and someone, something taking interest in it was to be expected. Whatever power, or powers, were at work here they were well beyond mundane.
Pressing, she walked quietly past the woman, ducking to avoid striking herself on the door's uppermost frame; her height, at least within the confines of the mortal, civilized world was often almost too large. In her movement, she carried with herself a presence of serene observation. Taking mental notes of all she could observe, particularly that the home was even larger than it appeared outside within. It did little to surprise her at this point, the evidence overwhelming that they were dealing with someone magically inclined, but it was a specific sort of quality; opulent was it all, with its exotic rugs, fine curtains and numerous chandeliers.
Taking up the last of the guests, they were led to a large room not far away, furnished with a grand table and a seat clearly intended for the host.
"You will stay in here, for now. The master of the house will be with you shortly."
The aged beast made no effort to reply. The young servant girl with humbled yet cared for features then excused herself, but that was not what drew attention. It was what she had said and the manner in which she had said it that mattered. Either the master thought themselves of enough authority to command this group of people - all of whom were reasonably dangerous in some way or another - or the servant thought her master of such power.
Wizard or not, this collective was the sort who could pose a very grave, very practical threat.
Diagorides, or so he introduced himself as, took it upon himself to become comfortable, leaning back in one of the chairs; his introduction was brief, but decisive, the sort of thing a man like him undoubtedly cared for. He offered a partial wineskin, cementing his words with action. The others found themselves about into the room, but the young knight did so introduce himself next, speaking calmly in a metered manner.
"Emil Erran of Edessa, I am a Knight of Edessa and have experience with field medical care."
Only taking the wineskin out of formality it seemed, he drank, but not before the huntress turned her attention, her entire body shifting toward the halfling who elevated herself from the ground still. There was no actual action that the monster had taken beyond setting her eyes to her in this, just that she seemingly undertook some sort of natural subconscious reaction to the efforts of Regina. In turn, all that could be glimpsed of her mind was smooth concentration - the sort that deflected mental assaults. In fact, it actually now permeated the immediate area in an aura of thoughtless dampening, coating the persons in the fine room with an invisible shroud of mental hardness.
It was always there before, an underlying calm that came with the felinoid thing, who now calmly removed her robe's hood with her left hand, but it had grown to affect an area around her.
The younger man now set himself to one of the chairs, finishing his introduction, to which Diagorides remarked on, raising the drink in further motion following his clenched, solid fist. Were it not made of flesh, he the man and his fist, the veteran was sure he might as well be a walking mountain - no doubt as hard to resist as one. Ionathan, owing to this, seemed to examine the man for a moment in thought, remaining where he was in standing with the halfling at his side.
Jowls curving, revealing rows of deadly fangs of which menaced her monstrous nature in full, she spoke again, content that they had made it this far without killing one another, "I am Sakaala."
Her voice was unsettling, the sort of sound a woman of regal power would have if interwoven with an underlying growl.
Moving calmly to the end of the table near the master's chair, keeping herself intentionally aloof, hand gracing the edge of the fine wooden surface, she examined the entire scene before her. One of her eyes, specifically the right, was visibly blind and graced by a scar while the stillness of her right arm suggested it was in some manner disabled. Her steely breastplate covered only the upper portion of her chest, and for how visibly old she was, her musculature was still remarkable through her tattered hide that was of a greyed sand color.
"I am as men call me a 'monster', but I am many things." She said, blinking her beastly eyes in thought as she further unclasped her flame and blade pocked cloak and undid it from about her, no longer hiding and instead allowing it to hang loosely in its typical arrangement. In the process she so revealed that she bore a large bladed sword across her back, of which seemed to cling to her without visible means of attachment; something of elven make, certainly magical.
@Zero Hex@Jon Y@vietmyke@Belwicket@IcePezz@AdamantiumWolf
I will issue my reply on the eve of Monday, Tuesday at latest. With that in mind, I return to my tasks for the time being.
I do find the idea of Emil looking to Ionathan for guidance to be a worldly result - he is the most "familiar" thing in the collective of two monsters, a professional strangler and an odd halfling. Or so I would see it in human terms.
I do find the idea of Emil looking to Ionathan for guidance to be a worldly result - he is the most "familiar" thing in the collective of two monsters, a professional strangler and an odd halfling. Or so I would see it in human terms.
I certainly intend to, @IcePezz. It seemed to better gain the attention of a player being interacted with, as well as notify them where and how many events were going on. While I would say they should be monitoring this to some extent, there is nothing wrong with an out-of-game reminder that they're being actively engaged or relevant still.
The scent of others, fresh as it was, hanging in the air spoke multitudes as her jowls flexed and drew in their identities and soon committed them to memory. Numerous as they were, each proved distinct within her sharpened mind, as though she knew about each of them beyond whatever first words they could have spoken to her; there was the scent of two men, both one older and much more robust, pungent, and another whose was mingled with the air of a horse, of which matched the hoof prints her good eye cast itself upon. Beside the prints of the men and the horse, so too was there that of a deer... a large one at that, and its gait matched poorly anything the aged huntress expected.
Strange. The thought came to her, but it did accompany what seemed fair enough in scent, as there were two others of which were both female, the latter being a halfling and the former being something else altogether. Nothing immediate, but there were other monstrous things afoot short of her. This she understood as a good omen, at least for the time being.
Each track moved in the same procession up the path to the manor and past the gate, barring the horse of which was not far now that she began to search it out with her gaze; it stood, disciplined as it was, affixed to a post and issued only a huff. Not wishing to announce herself by startling the beast of burden, she avoided coming any nearer, but its calm even at this distance in the face of a potential predator inferred one certain fact... that it was tamed, trained and battle-ready, something its leather barding suggested as well.
Now having better understood, or so she believed, the scenario she found herself in, she committed herself to following their advance, still shrouded in her raggedly worn and faded ebon robe. Her silhouette certainly was not human - the way in which her legs appeared gave that much away - but it was better than openly revealing herself, as for the time being she still lacked any reason to trust the deliverer of the message, even more so their master. Yet, with each quiet step she made, she found herself soon witnessing a gathering upon the lavish porch of the abode and there was some talk in the air using the common tongue.
"-me Regina." Was what her ears picked up at first sound.
Not first, that was a mistake to lay claim to - the knocking man she had heard first, some short time ago, but she had not immediately associated the two events until this moment. But, as she came to expect upon seeing the enormous human, he was the more recognizable of the three mortals' scents. Not far behind him was a younger, almost meek young man in well fitted suit of half-plate. Initially she thought him diminutive, at least in comparison to the sheer might of the burly human's form, but appearances were deceiving, much so. The halfling, as a decided example, unexpectedly appeared to be free of the earth's eternal grasp and certainly without a magical or mundane means to do so, and the earlier pair of prints no less belonged to a faun.
The half-beast's attention shifted from one to another while she remained but no more than fifteen paces away. A distance she had learned was often enough to counter any usual advance, but with this... interesting collective, she did not immediately expect them to be hostile. A monster as she was, this gathering was no less any odd in their own individual ways.
Preferring not to leave it to surprise, her presence that was, her matured, softly growled, yet stern voice spoke from beneath her cowl;
"I take it we have all been summoned by the master of this place."
@Belwicket@vietmyke@AdamantiumWolf@Zero Hex
Strange. The thought came to her, but it did accompany what seemed fair enough in scent, as there were two others of which were both female, the latter being a halfling and the former being something else altogether. Nothing immediate, but there were other monstrous things afoot short of her. This she understood as a good omen, at least for the time being.
Each track moved in the same procession up the path to the manor and past the gate, barring the horse of which was not far now that she began to search it out with her gaze; it stood, disciplined as it was, affixed to a post and issued only a huff. Not wishing to announce herself by startling the beast of burden, she avoided coming any nearer, but its calm even at this distance in the face of a potential predator inferred one certain fact... that it was tamed, trained and battle-ready, something its leather barding suggested as well.
Now having better understood, or so she believed, the scenario she found herself in, she committed herself to following their advance, still shrouded in her raggedly worn and faded ebon robe. Her silhouette certainly was not human - the way in which her legs appeared gave that much away - but it was better than openly revealing herself, as for the time being she still lacked any reason to trust the deliverer of the message, even more so their master. Yet, with each quiet step she made, she found herself soon witnessing a gathering upon the lavish porch of the abode and there was some talk in the air using the common tongue.
"-me Regina." Was what her ears picked up at first sound.
Not first, that was a mistake to lay claim to - the knocking man she had heard first, some short time ago, but she had not immediately associated the two events until this moment. But, as she came to expect upon seeing the enormous human, he was the more recognizable of the three mortals' scents. Not far behind him was a younger, almost meek young man in well fitted suit of half-plate. Initially she thought him diminutive, at least in comparison to the sheer might of the burly human's form, but appearances were deceiving, much so. The halfling, as a decided example, unexpectedly appeared to be free of the earth's eternal grasp and certainly without a magical or mundane means to do so, and the earlier pair of prints no less belonged to a faun.
The half-beast's attention shifted from one to another while she remained but no more than fifteen paces away. A distance she had learned was often enough to counter any usual advance, but with this... interesting collective, she did not immediately expect them to be hostile. A monster as she was, this gathering was no less any odd in their own individual ways.
Preferring not to leave it to surprise, her presence that was, her matured, softly growled, yet stern voice spoke from beneath her cowl;
"I take it we have all been summoned by the master of this place."
@Belwicket@vietmyke@AdamantiumWolf@Zero Hex
@IcePezz, I will await your post then in order to put forth mine. It will also help to solidify what exactly us players are looking at and contending with in terms of Genevieve's manor with you doing so.
I will likely include another post this evening, seeing as we at last have a small gathering.
Sakaala was a similar experience for myself in being a character I had shelved for some time. Most of my more well defined or polished characters tend to endure that fate simply because they do not fit well with a roleplay or are just too disruptive to use for any myriad of reasons.
Thank you for sharing, @vietmyke - there's a lot of effort in Hartir. Emil is the sort who will take time to evolve.
Thank you for sharing, @vietmyke - there's a lot of effort in Hartir. Emil is the sort who will take time to evolve.
I always find these introductions the most difficult part, @IcePezz. I hope the vagueness and pieces of backstory make it more palatable.
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