@Rusalka I may very well just have Mithias visit there. Apparently, nobody else is doing anything.
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@The Emperors Blade@TheDarkTemplar@LiverisGood
It was dark. It was late. It was long after dinner, and even the bars had settled down in their ruckus. It was in this time, obscured by darkness, that a cloaked figure on horseback rode in slowly from the city's main gate. Hood drawn up, it could have been a priest, a poor man, a noble, a traveler who had met with delays, or some weary soldier. The clops of hooves hardly went noticed as their rhythm lulled along in the background.
As the figure approached the castle, the two guards at the entrance to the main courtyard grew suspicious, as was their duty, and sought to bar the stranger's entry.
"I'm sorry my lord, but the castle is closed for the evening."
"Identify yourself good sir."
The horse came to a halt, and only then as their eyes could focus on it up close, did the guardsmen see that the horse's eyes were pale white. Wounds covered the mare's body, long emptied of blood. It's jaw hung open bearing white teeth and bone against a useless bit and bridle. It was already dead.
A fear hit the two men, locking their legs and silencing their voices in their throats. In magical terror, they could only stand and witness as the mounted figure then proceeded to walk past them into the courtyard, heading down the middle road until the castle entrance itself.
Kicking his boots out of the stirrups, Damien dismounted in a swift, smooth motion and began walking wearily up the steps. The area was uncannily vacant, but he was heading toward Teagan and Tabetha. He carried a sword at his waist and had on a plainly styled breastplate, but was otherwise clad only in dark grey cloth. The Templar order symbols decorated the clasps for his cloak on either shoulder. Long, black hair was hanging out from either side of his hood, but his face was in shadow.
The horse, its use finally ended, collapsed with a sigh into a pile of flesh and bones on the ground behind him. Damien Mithias Varomere had returned to the kingdom of man once more.
It was dark. It was late. It was long after dinner, and even the bars had settled down in their ruckus. It was in this time, obscured by darkness, that a cloaked figure on horseback rode in slowly from the city's main gate. Hood drawn up, it could have been a priest, a poor man, a noble, a traveler who had met with delays, or some weary soldier. The clops of hooves hardly went noticed as their rhythm lulled along in the background.
As the figure approached the castle, the two guards at the entrance to the main courtyard grew suspicious, as was their duty, and sought to bar the stranger's entry.
"I'm sorry my lord, but the castle is closed for the evening."
"Identify yourself good sir."
The horse came to a halt, and only then as their eyes could focus on it up close, did the guardsmen see that the horse's eyes were pale white. Wounds covered the mare's body, long emptied of blood. It's jaw hung open bearing white teeth and bone against a useless bit and bridle. It was already dead.
A fear hit the two men, locking their legs and silencing their voices in their throats. In magical terror, they could only stand and witness as the mounted figure then proceeded to walk past them into the courtyard, heading down the middle road until the castle entrance itself.
Kicking his boots out of the stirrups, Damien dismounted in a swift, smooth motion and began walking wearily up the steps. The area was uncannily vacant, but he was heading toward Teagan and Tabetha. He carried a sword at his waist and had on a plainly styled breastplate, but was otherwise clad only in dark grey cloth. The Templar order symbols decorated the clasps for his cloak on either shoulder. Long, black hair was hanging out from either side of his hood, but his face was in shadow.
The horse, its use finally ended, collapsed with a sigh into a pile of flesh and bones on the ground behind him. Damien Mithias Varomere had returned to the kingdom of man once more.
Shit @TheDarkTemplar. I can't find the OC info on the Gods for this world. I need to review that dead god er whatever.
@TheDarkTemplar Link them all on the first page of the OC, where people can find them.
@TheDarkTemplar Should I be aware of this collab site?
I'm writing up a first post.
@thewizardguy@Teoinsanity@supertinyking
Kisaki picked up Eclipse, and he noticed that the sword was lighter than expected, but hefty enough to have the momentum to parry another sword. The balance was just shy of 1/4 up its length, and the grip was comfortably warm, as if someone had recently been holding it. Eclispe didn't do any fancy shit when swung the few times. He rested quietly against the warrior's side.
But the tension was far from resolved. As the other warrior approached, Eclipse, much like his handler, remained vigilant and prepared. The blood-splattered warrior with the bounty papers got eye to eye with Kisaki, and even then Eclipse could have reacted in time to intervene any attacks. Fortunately it wasn't going to be necessary.
Rather than chosing to take Kisaki down himself and turn him in for the reward, the other warrior decided to negotiate. Strangely, he was genuinely hurt by being denied to join forces. For all his bravado, his intentions had been sincere. Eclipse couldn't help but reconsider.
It was at this time, that Eclipse became aware of a third presence in the cavern with them. As he probed the darkness with his magic, trying to makse sense of the difference between the soulless copy of Red and the original, he continued to address the situation at hand.
"Kisaki." The sword spoke up like a young brother vying for for attention. Saied turned away and began to address the injured copy of Red. Eclipse kept talking to his newfound keeper, "Look at that man. He has a strange arm, just like you. I can't deny that he has also been put in danger because of me. He has been wronged as well as you have by this terrible situation. For all his strength, I don't beleive it is right to abandon him to his own devices, not knowng what I know about the cult of Asmodeus, and not when he truly has no intention of betraying you. He'll be struck down by bounty hunters eventually, and to take advantage of him as a distration... leaves you to face a very powerful enemy alone, and with a heavy conscience."
The sword paused a moment, finding the original Red hiding not far from them and sighing heavily at his corrupted personality. "I can direct your teleportation magic to open a way to my homeworld. If there is any hope of undoing the curse that binds me, it lies in Golarion. Should you truly wish to aid me, then there is where our journey must begin. Oh, and by the way, there is a mage of some sort hiding in the shadows over there, behind the strangely beat-up looking person."
Kisaki picked up Eclipse, and he noticed that the sword was lighter than expected, but hefty enough to have the momentum to parry another sword. The balance was just shy of 1/4 up its length, and the grip was comfortably warm, as if someone had recently been holding it. Eclispe didn't do any fancy shit when swung the few times. He rested quietly against the warrior's side.
But the tension was far from resolved. As the other warrior approached, Eclipse, much like his handler, remained vigilant and prepared. The blood-splattered warrior with the bounty papers got eye to eye with Kisaki, and even then Eclipse could have reacted in time to intervene any attacks. Fortunately it wasn't going to be necessary.
Rather than chosing to take Kisaki down himself and turn him in for the reward, the other warrior decided to negotiate. Strangely, he was genuinely hurt by being denied to join forces. For all his bravado, his intentions had been sincere. Eclipse couldn't help but reconsider.
It was at this time, that Eclipse became aware of a third presence in the cavern with them. As he probed the darkness with his magic, trying to makse sense of the difference between the soulless copy of Red and the original, he continued to address the situation at hand.
"Kisaki." The sword spoke up like a young brother vying for for attention. Saied turned away and began to address the injured copy of Red. Eclipse kept talking to his newfound keeper, "Look at that man. He has a strange arm, just like you. I can't deny that he has also been put in danger because of me. He has been wronged as well as you have by this terrible situation. For all his strength, I don't beleive it is right to abandon him to his own devices, not knowng what I know about the cult of Asmodeus, and not when he truly has no intention of betraying you. He'll be struck down by bounty hunters eventually, and to take advantage of him as a distration... leaves you to face a very powerful enemy alone, and with a heavy conscience."
The sword paused a moment, finding the original Red hiding not far from them and sighing heavily at his corrupted personality. "I can direct your teleportation magic to open a way to my homeworld. If there is any hope of undoing the curse that binds me, it lies in Golarion. Should you truly wish to aid me, then there is where our journey must begin. Oh, and by the way, there is a mage of some sort hiding in the shadows over there, behind the strangely beat-up looking person."
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