As I had thought I recalled, @IcePezz. I will act on that knowledge then, given I seem to be the only spellcaster - the bell itself should be more than enough to convince the rest.
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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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One cannot live from anything except what one is.
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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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Given this is one wing of the manor, I assume her quarters are on the other side, @IcePezz?
Who do we find ourselves waiting upon? I would not wish to lose momentum in this roleplay.
"As I can see." Sakaala's heavy voice followed in the wake of the other two who had found their way into the room as well. The blind warrior-arcanist providing a simple smugness to her approval that at least the surprise engagement was driven off, if only for a time. It begged questions that needed answer, like those of as to how the intruder had crossed the enchanted boundary which seemed to be intentionally warded against her doing so, but for the moment the lack of the threat was a welcome change... as was the strongman's destructive might. There was no doubt a use for a man who could reduce masonry to rubble in this world and she better than most was aware of it.
Yet, Regina's habit of being directly in the way continued, to which the enormous leonine form prompted her to step sideways gently with the flat of her sword to the small woman's shoulder seeing as she had returned to the ground, levitating no more and sheathing her collection of knives. It was a motion of caution, one that spoke on an unspoken length; interposing one's self between the bearer of a sword and what could have been another was not a wise tact, at least not for those who intended long lives for themselves.
Stepping beside Hills now, surveying the absolute destruction that was everything from the shattered plates to jagged wood, the Huntress idled no further seeing that the quarry had escaped - for now.
"I have little doubt that the lady is well aware of the now gaping hole in her home," The strong, animal jaws curved as her imposing figure found itself to the gap, a paw-like hand stroking over its rain drenched surface in assessment while more pattered down, "But as her guests it might be wise we bring forth what transpired here before she does."
Shaking off the rainwater of the previously investigating hand, its associated arm soon returned limp beside her body - inanimate once more. It was in her expression, as she turned back to the rest of the collective, the three men and the halfling, that she had more upon her mind but evidently said nothing of it; safe to say, it seemed to be clear upon her scarred features the disappointment that the foe would be allowed to evade.
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Yet, Regina's habit of being directly in the way continued, to which the enormous leonine form prompted her to step sideways gently with the flat of her sword to the small woman's shoulder seeing as she had returned to the ground, levitating no more and sheathing her collection of knives. It was a motion of caution, one that spoke on an unspoken length; interposing one's self between the bearer of a sword and what could have been another was not a wise tact, at least not for those who intended long lives for themselves.
Stepping beside Hills now, surveying the absolute destruction that was everything from the shattered plates to jagged wood, the Huntress idled no further seeing that the quarry had escaped - for now.
"I have little doubt that the lady is well aware of the now gaping hole in her home," The strong, animal jaws curved as her imposing figure found itself to the gap, a paw-like hand stroking over its rain drenched surface in assessment while more pattered down, "But as her guests it might be wise we bring forth what transpired here before she does."
Shaking off the rainwater of the previously investigating hand, its associated arm soon returned limp beside her body - inanimate once more. It was in her expression, as she turned back to the rest of the collective, the three men and the halfling, that she had more upon her mind but evidently said nothing of it; safe to say, it seemed to be clear upon her scarred features the disappointment that the foe would be allowed to evade.
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If no such post arises this evening, I will post in the time between.
I've only ever had climbing ivy and bamboo to care for. This is something entirely new. :) I've had to google its breed so I know how to not kill it. Hahaha
I find the lack of plant life disturbing. We all need such vibrant houseplants, so not killing it should be a noble priority.
In the meta, I foresee no reason why she, Isabeau, could not simply sprint past our local strongman who has created a very good distraction. No less, I find it entirely credible to believe he "missed" and she "instead took the opportunity to avoid the mob coming through the door" hence why the party in whole isn't likely to assail and pursue her...
... at least not at this moment.
There will be a time to play hunter and hunted.
... at least not at this moment.
There will be a time to play hunter and hunted.
@Zverda, your character is approved.
An introduction will be posted soon enough and you will be free to begin your endeavors.
An introduction will be posted soon enough and you will be free to begin your endeavors.
The countless years of the search, the hunt, had come to this fruition - to know this shadow that fell so greatly across the land and all its glorious things, one so dark that it dared creep into the heavens above and hells below, had a form... a name. It no longer was this nameless evil that walked among men that threatened to carve away what the world had intended all along, but it was undoubtedly not the first and not the last, this much was certain. All that could be said now, was that it was yet again an era for action. For sometime mortal men had toiled against one another in bloody wars, some so violent that the soil itself drank in their lifeblood for days after, but those were more recent in memory than any other previously. Strange was it to think that one could live in such a time, let alone such a place, so grand in its natural bounty and beauty, but all the same shattered apart by the destructive nature of the mortal races.
It was not as though they were incapable of doing good - having proven themselves on many account prior - but this? This was different, different enough from all those past. There was no doubt about such a matter, the great savage form itself being the living evidence that change was needed by forces from quite afar. Its heart thundered with the anticipation of what was to be done, for every ounce of primal fury at last had a direction, of which it had begun itself upon for several days now - a journey just starting, no less.
It traveled day and night, sleeping for but brief periods, feeding enough only to carry on again shortly thereafter immediately. It took time throughout to peer into this place it sought, but what it witnessed was seas of the dead and damned. A strangle polarity of abundant nature among horrors unalive - abominations of some great cataclysm. Having known this place before, long before all this at that, it was a sorrow to set eyes on it now where its peoples, who had wasted nothing, found themselves reduced to just that; absolute nothing. But it raised more questions each time the leviathan of fur and fury peered into the waters of a conjured spring.
What matter was the purpose of this place? Why was it here, and only here, could the shadow of men be seen in brief? Was it the ambient power of it all - the amalgamation of life and death - or was it just that it had at last faltered, just as any man inevitably would? No matter the answer, the fearsome animal in all of its regal and noble glory, was displeased with what it could think of as a suitable explanation. It only urged the primeval titan on...
It was not as though they were incapable of doing good - having proven themselves on many account prior - but this? This was different, different enough from all those past. There was no doubt about such a matter, the great savage form itself being the living evidence that change was needed by forces from quite afar. Its heart thundered with the anticipation of what was to be done, for every ounce of primal fury at last had a direction, of which it had begun itself upon for several days now - a journey just starting, no less.
It traveled day and night, sleeping for but brief periods, feeding enough only to carry on again shortly thereafter immediately. It took time throughout to peer into this place it sought, but what it witnessed was seas of the dead and damned. A strangle polarity of abundant nature among horrors unalive - abominations of some great cataclysm. Having known this place before, long before all this at that, it was a sorrow to set eyes on it now where its peoples, who had wasted nothing, found themselves reduced to just that; absolute nothing. But it raised more questions each time the leviathan of fur and fury peered into the waters of a conjured spring.
What matter was the purpose of this place? Why was it here, and only here, could the shadow of men be seen in brief? Was it the ambient power of it all - the amalgamation of life and death - or was it just that it had at last faltered, just as any man inevitably would? No matter the answer, the fearsome animal in all of its regal and noble glory, was displeased with what it could think of as a suitable explanation. It only urged the primeval titan on...
I will have a reply this week's coming end.
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