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Haven for the Inhuman

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Haven for the Inhuman

Today on "Yus comes to a completely incorrect conclusion"

Haven for the Inhuman

A pair of eyes peered over the manor from the safety of the surrounding woods, Yus hiding herself in a bush as she watched two others approach the manor, squinting to try and get a good luck, though she was too far away to hear much, it seemed that the first who had arrived was talking to a small bird. Well... the letter had said that it was a place for her and others like her, shunned by society. Perhaps he could speak to animals or something similar? Whatever it was, the bird didn't seem to be having much of it, as it lifted off and retreated away, her attention on it only fleetingly before returning to eyeing the man, who seemed to be looking around nervously. Yus was careful not to move deeper into the woods and potentially give herself away. With the distance between them, she doubted he could see her, especially if she was still, hiding in the shade of the forest, seeing through the cover of a bush.

Her gaze flicked to another arrival, running to catch up with the first, and calling out to him. ...that was a very short child, actually seeming as short as she was. Perhaps the others kid or something? They seemed familiar, based on the cloaked kids distance to him, although Yus was too far away to hear either the words, or even the tone, of what they was saying. That cloak hid a lot from where she was, she couldn't even tell what gender the child was. Perhaps the cloak was what hid the features that caused humans to hunt the pair? Either way, her scouting was done for the time. It didn't seem to be a trap, or if it was, there was at least safety in numbers. She had been considering the possibility of this being an ambush by pure humans who wanted to round people like her up, and... handle them, by some court wizard or something. Whoever set it up must have been powerful, given the fact that the letter had just... appeared by her, it was able to accurately find and transport things to people like her, so why go to the trouble of offering a haven and making the risk of her simply not coming? If they could transport things, they could simply have transported soldiers, or- no, if they were powerful enough to transport people (whether the wizard was friendly or hostile), they simply could have transported her and explained later, so there must have been a limit. They still could have transported poison, or... she was running herself in circles here. Shaking her head, Yus frowned, and retreated deeper into the woods, carefully making her way around, holding her loose clothes close to herself so they didn't catch on anything.

She emerged from the forest into the road proper outside of the manor, taking a moment to take a deep breath, and take on a carefree, relaxed stance, as if there were no cares in the world for her to worry about as she approached the gate, stepping inside and glancing around at the crows, taking a moment to ensure her crystal was hidden, so it wouldn't attract any attention from any birds who wished to take it for themselves, slipping into the foyer after the pair, not saying anything, soft boots not making much noise on the wooden floor, but perhaps enough to clue the pair in to her presence. She glanced around the place, reaching up to brush hair out of her eyes, a cheerful grin on her face as she studied the foyer. There didn't seem to be anyone other than the three of them around, but strangely, it didn't seem like there wasn't anyone either, it seemed clean, and maintained...

Haven for the Inhuman

So at what point are we starting?

Haven for the Inhuman

Name: Yus

Age: 23

Species: Eldritch Touched Human

Height: 4'3" (130cm)

Abilities: As both a psion and a mage, both of her abilities are influenced by her nature as a partially eldritch being. Despite acting human, her method of thinking is such that it gives her a natural resistance to any psionic effects. Most of her abilities are untrained, particularly her psionics, which she has trained for only a few things, mostly surface level mind reading, intent reading, and shielding herself from perception. However, when under threat, she'll typically grow more panicked, and if fearful enough, unleash a psionic screech focused through her hairpin, typically stunning those around her to give her time to flee. Strangely, this seems to affect even magical constructs or mindless beings that would normally be immune... In terms of magic, she uses fire magic, twisted from her heritage, into a sickly green color. Though perhaps weaker than normal fire, it tends to cling to whatever it's burning, and it's difficult to extinguish. Additionally, the twisted nature of it causes it to be more effective against those unnatural, such as magical constructs or even eldritch beings. Her tail acts as a conduit for her psionic abilities, and she can speak into someones mind if the tail touches their skin, though it's also very sensitive to tugging and pain. Her hairpin, stylized in the form of a third eye, also acts as a magical focus linked to her, which she can use to accentuate both her spells and psionics to a powerful level, though this typically comes at the cost of focus, making it a powerful, but uncontrolled expulsion of energy. Finally, she has a 'hollowed' artifact which consists of a crystal on a string, which resonates with strong intent of the wielder. If she wishes to hide, it will resonate, and those around her will find it harder to notice her, etc.

Personality: Her appearance not indicative of her true age, she nonetheless plays up the innocent child act, feigning naivety when she meets people, though dropping the act if she trusts someone enough, revealing a lonely, bitter girl. She's also somewhat troubled by her own young appearance, wondering if she's trapped in an eternally youthful body. Used to pretending, and her mind rather naturally shielded from psionics, she's rather skilled at deception and lying, and with the added benefit of her crystal resonating when she intends to deceive, it's rather easy to take what she says as true. That said, she does have a tell for when she's outright lying, as one foot will sort of awkwardly rotate as if she's digging her toes into the ground.

Backstory: Yus, from the earliest she can remember, was an orphan. Abandoned in a city, she was forced to try and beg and steal for money for quite a few years, occasionally moving cities when she was in danger of being caught. Once, curled up under the nook of a tree, she awoke to a hairpin clutched between her hands, and a strange thrumming inside her she would later learn is her magic. Though she hasn't had much time to train it, it has assisted in her thievery, and even helped her to steal an artifact of sorts from a vendor, though the previously glowing gem seemed to strangely dim as she held it, and she couldn't find anywhere to sell it...

Other: She is very unwilling to take her gloves off, and actually has several pairs, one backup and a few in her bag, at all times. This is because of the fact that her fingers look naturally flayed, as if she simply did not have skin on her fingers. Perhaps her skin is simply invisible there, as she is not in pain, it merely looks gruesome.

Haven for the Inhuman

Char Sheet

Name: Yus

Age: 23

Species: Eldritch Touched Human

Abilities: As both a psion and a mage, both of her abilities are influenced by her nature as a partially eldritch being. Despite acting human, her method of thinking is such that it gives her a natural resistance to any psionic effects. Most of her abilities are untrained, particularly her psionics, which she has trained for only a few things, mostly surface level mind reading, intent reading, and shielding herself from perception. However, when under threat, she'll typically grow more panicked, and if fearful enough, unleash a psionic screech focused through her hairpin, typically stunning those around her to give her time to flee. Strangely, this seems to affect even magical constructs or mindless beings that would normally be immune... In terms of magic, she uses fire magic, twisted from her heritage, into a sickly green color. Though perhaps weaker than normal fire, it tends to cling to whatever it's burning, and it's difficult to extinguish. Additionally, the twisted nature of it causes it to be more effective against those unnatural, such as magical constructs or even eldritch beings. Her tail acts as a conduit for her psionic abilities, and she can speak into someones mind if the tail touches their skin, though it's also very sensitive to tugging and pain. Her hairpin, stylized in the form of a third eye, also acts as a magical focus linked to her, which she can use to accentuate both her spells and psionics to a powerful level, though this typically comes at the cost of focus, making it a powerful, but uncontrolled expulsion of energy. Finally, she has a 'hollowed' artifact which consists of a crystal on a string, which resonates with strong intent of the wielder. If she wishes to hide, it will resonate, and those around her will find it harder to notice her, etc.

Personality: Her appearance not indicative of her true age, she nonetheless plays up the innocent child act, feigning naivety when she meets people, though dropping the act if she trusts someone enough, revealing a lonely, bitter girl. She's also somewhat troubled by her own young appearance, wondering if she's trapped in an eternally youthful body. Used to pretending, and her mind rather naturally shielded from psionics, she's rather skilled at deception and lying, and with the added benefit of her crystal resonating when she intends to deceive, it's rather easy to take what she says as true. That said, she does have a tell for when she's outright lying, as one foot will sort of awkwardly rotate as if she's digging her toes into the ground.

Backstory: Yus, from the earliest she can remember, was an orphan. Abandoned in a city, she was forced to try and beg and steal for money for quite a few years, occasionally moving cities when she was in danger of being caught. Once, curled up under the nook of a tree, she awoke to a hairpin clutched between her hands, and a strange thrumming inside her she would later learn is her magic. Though she hasn't had much time to train it, it has assisted in her thievery, and even helped her to steal an artifact of sorts from a vendor, though the previously glowing gem seemed to strangely dim as she held it, and she couldn't find anywhere to sell it...

Other: She is very unwilling to take her gloves off, and actually has several pairs, one backup and a few in her bag, at all times. This is because of the fact that her fingers look naturally flayed, as if she simply did not have skin on her fingers. Perhaps her skin is simply invisible there, as she is not in pain, it merely looks gruesome.

Here's a thing, let me know if I messed anything up or forgot anything.

Manor for the Non-human (Title WIP)

I'm down

Ravenloft, The Curse of Strahd.

Don't mean to be a bother, but how's that post going?

Ravenloft, The Curse of Strahd.

I just posted! And also just read some of the OOC posts. Looks like I probably made the Barovia mistake.

@Tsar Gatto I'm sure I can simply replace my use of the name Barovia with the proper one, but what would that be? Daggerford?

Also, I just read the IC posts made while I was writing. @ypnosi, I would have mentioned Ada in my little combat section, since I also mentioned Olo and Katrina. Apologies. We can just pretend Ronan acknowledged her presence as well for now hahaha.

@Cube

Don't worry too much about it, it happens. Although I suppose editing her in would also be more than possible

Ravenloft, The Curse of Strahd.

Ada Yorke

To be honest, Ada wasn't completely sure what had drawn her to this group of fighters in particular. Perhaps it was the woman who seemed dressed up in an armory (although Ada was somewhat curious about how she managed to still move so quickly, despite what surely must be a mass of metal around her!), or the beastman that seemed to have joined them during the brief stint in the town. Perhaps it was the array of races and warriors, complete with one who, although he seemed young, Ada suspected a wisdom beyond the apparent years. Perhaps it was the one with the facial markings, who always seemed ready with a quip and a smile. Or perhaps it was the mix of all of them, a strange crew that wouldn't object to one more. In fact, looking around at a few of her new companions, Ada couldn't help the sensation that, relatively, she was almost normal.

Of course, while she had originally joined the group due purely for the purpose of obtaining samples to research werewolves (they weren't exactly the most domesticated beings, werewolves), but them also kidnapping children was... troublesome. Perhaps to convert? She couldn't imagine they were simply food, else why take them alive? There must be some greater purpose to it... no, don't get distracted, Ada. First, rescue the children. That was a higher priority. Ada shifted in place, reaching up to idly curl and uncurl a strand of stark white hair, adjusting her cloak to ensure it wasn't really the most visible. She was well aware that constantly wearing a cloak as such could give the impression she had something to hide, but she wasn't quite sure whether merely showing off her cursed features would really be better or not. Those at the school never really cared, not compared to her grades, but she was less sure of what the common peoples reactions would be. At least she seemed far from the most bizarre person in their entourage.

Thankfully, it seemed like they were headed out soon... good. Sooner they could get to the children, and end the werewolves, the better. Hopefully it wouldn't be too dangerous... She had a few spells readied in her head for use in case of combat (which was... well, more than likely, when it came to fighting werewolves, but she was still nervous nonetheless. Especially since, compared to the others, she probably looked like the easiest target, apart from maybe the small one. Whether it was a child or not, he didn't look the most readied for combat... not that she was one to talk.

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As the party progressed into the fog, Ada cast her gaze around nervously, never seeing too much, but always swearing she could see... something lurking in the mist, watching, but was never able to get any conclusive evidence, or a shape, more just... a sensation. A figure in the fog that seemed to waver as she stared, always ending up as a tree branch, or strange rock, or something of the like. To be honest, she was rather worried about how this would go, whether they could find the werewolves, whether they could even fight them off, or whether they'd get lost on the way there, maybe attacked by a pack of wolves... a prophecy which soon seemed to come true with a howl, sending a shiver down the former noble's spine, and caused her to glance around in paranoia, and pale even further than she already was, with the rapidly nearing howls.

Careful to stay near the center of the others (though keeping a distance from the seemingly tamed hunting cat), Ada took a deep breath, holding out her hand to summon forth a flickering ember into the air, glancing around to try and ward off any approaching wolves, carefully shuffling around, and yelping as a wolf leapt at her, the flame flaring up in her hand and searing towards the air towards the wolf, impacting it in midair, causing it to release its own yelp at the impact, only to yip at the high pitched noise, Ada herself wincing as well, glancing at the small one hopping back to his feet. Hm, probably best to not let themselves get too separated... gathering herself up, Ada took a few quick steps to close the gap between herself and Olo, taking advantage of the wolves brief disorientation at the noise (and noting one thudding down at a throwing knife, sparing a brief glance at the heavily armed woman, and giving her an appreciative nod). She noticed Olo seemingly trying to fix the strange instrument? Device? What was that thing? She shook her head, white hair shaking itself loose as she did so. Unimportant. She threw her cloak back, mostly to give herself the benefit of peripheral vision, but also freeing her snowy hair to fall down to her back.

With a quavering voice, Ada shook her head, launching an ember into the side of a disoriented wolf "Don't quite know what you're doing, but that seemed to throw these... beasts off for a moment." While perhaps bringing herself closer to Olo may only bring more wolves in, in an attempt to overwhelm the two (especially considering the wolves didn't seem particularly interested in the whirl of steel that was Katrina), it was certainly better than allowing themselves to be separated... and then a roar shot through the air, causing Ada's eyes to widen. Was it a larger wolf? Perhaps a dire wolf? Or a werewolf? It sounded... aggressive. Oh, the beastman. That was... a bit of a relief. Hopefully. Seeing a few wolves turn towards him in aggression, she winced, hoping he could handle himself, but it was a welcome relief. A few mumbled words of power under her breath, Ada placed her hands together, which began sparking blue with arcane energy, carefully watching for any wolves that could make it past the panther's guard, aiming more to shock them for a moment, perhaps allowing someone to get in a more lethal blow. She didn't exactly look forward to placing herself within reach of the wolves claws and teeth, but there were too many to try and burn, and she couldn't let herself get too focused on trying to take them out one at a time, and leave someone else open, or herself open, for that matter.