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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on Apr 7, 2020 20:45:09 GMT -5
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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on Apr 8, 2020 0:32:44 GMT -5
(Little introduction/background to a character I may introduce.
I’m also warning you, foul language is sure to follow wherever she goes.)
“So what, are you a fuc-“
“Language.” A voice commented, glaring back at the tiny thing, just barely reaching to their own chest. A male, whose face was twisted in annoyance, as he pulled the little girl along by her chains which bound her arms to her body. Even without the magic touch granted to her, she was a feisty little fighter, much more so than a child her age should have been.
“-king minion or some shit?” She seemed unperturbed, though she was practically being dragged like a worm, messy pale hair falling in front of her remaining eye, her light eye narrowing in hostility. One was the color of the golden skies, the other a soft gentle blue, well, it was, once upon a time.
“How can a child so young have such a foul tongue?” Her captor questioned, glaring at her in an attempt to silence her.
She might have been beaten into a bloody pulp, and maybe had a broken leg at this point. She wasn’t shutting up.
“Said child is repeating what you said while beating said child ten minutes ago,” came her sardonic reply, shrugging, despite her shackles, before plopping down. She was in pain, that was for sure, but she was sure it would be over soon. Rescued, or handed over to her captors. She had no idea what people wanted her for.
Her captor rolled his eyes, before dragging her behind him, literally, she was making no move to stand up or follow.
She missed home, not that she had one, but she missed teasing the bakers next to her abandoned little warehouse she lived in, the ones who always fed her bread like a stray dog. She missed sneaking into the castle, always playing pranks on the maids. Not that they minded her too much. She hadn’t a magic bone in her body, and only meant well in her teasing. Well, so they had thought, she also took food from time to time.
She particularly liked the weird blonde woman, the one who always would leave her something for lunch.
She was quite like a stray cat, had her frequent stops. She had even seen the prince on some occasions. She wasn’t clean freak either, but she wasn’t gross!
She didn’t really miss her family. Elizabeth, her mother, was a mean lady. She ran away from home to escape the frequent hissy fits and fighting. Her father had tried to free the little girl from the mean woman’s clutches, but the courts sided with the mean lady.
And the hitting. It always hurt when mother would lose her anger and decide that a hand wouldn’t do enough damage. Sometimes, the broken bottles and broom would make do plenty fine.
So she ran away to live in the city, by the big grand castle, where she frequented often, pretending to be just as welcome as the rest. It wasn’t exactly hard to sneak in either. She would watch the old man instructing the young prince sometimes, sometimes she would talk too. She was a bit shy sometimes, though. She knew her father was there though, somewhere in the city, waiting for her. He hadn’t known she was coming, but she would be there! Just as she said she would.
Anyways, the castle staff didn’t seem to be very threatened by the little street straggler. She was clean enough, and nice enough company. Unperturbed, that was, none of them had ever set off the young girl.
She was younger than the prince by quite a few years. For some reason, she would always look for her father there, at the castle. Seeking help with anyone who would give it. His name, his identity, describing him.
Some said they knew him, but that he only visited sometimes. She never revealed who he was to her.
It was earlier that morning, she had went to the castle as she usually did, picking flowers to present to Lyra, and maybe that healer lady Drusilla, if she was there.
Instead, she happily got her bread, made her rounds to the castle, picking up odd jobs to make up her share, adjusting to her new life. Father or not, she had been happy in the place.
She had been stopped by a weird man, requesting help. He didn’t seem very old, but he looked hurt, so she complied. That’s what the kind makes, and that nice merchant lady, Isabella, was it? That’s what they would have done.
It was a mistake, once the girl was in reach, he had snagged her hand, roughly dragging her out of the castle grounds, unseen by the guardians of the castle whom she would often play chess with. All her questions had been ignored. Why did he have her? Where was he taking her?
So she did what any common person would have done with being kidnapped and promptly bit him. It lead to a similar feeling, kicking, hitting. She hadn’t expected the stupid guy to have a knife! But he did, and now she was sure if whoever he was taking her to didn’t kill her, the injury marring half of her face would do the job for her. Either by infection, or by blood loss. She was sure her face wasn’t his intended target, but he had been so stupid to aimlessly slice at her when she started scratching at him with her sharpened nails.
“Get up!” The man demanded, roughly tugging on her, but she firmly stayed where she was. “Now!”
“What, are you going to count to three?” She asked in a snarky reply, crossing her arms like the child she was. Everything stung, and whatever he had planned for her, she didn’t want to take part in it.
“One!”
“So what, you’re taking suggestions from the prisoner now?” She commented, rolling her eye, “If so, I’d like to go home.”
“You are going home.” He gruffly replied, before deciding to just continue walking with the little 15 year old just dragging along the dusty path behind him.
She didn’t take much care to notice. Glaring at him, “Did my mother send you?” She snapped, “I’m not going back!”
“You kind of are.” The man commented, roughly tugging on her, “You don’t get much say in the matter.”
“Why does she want me back anyways?” She snapped, “She hates me anyways.”
“-I can’t imagine why she’d hate such a loving child.” Came his snide reply, and she huffed in indignation. She had hoped dragging her would be more of a tiresome chore, but obviously not. Then again, he was a buff assassin, and she was all but the size of a goat.
“So, you’re taking me back to the abusive bitch, great. Just great.” She complained, not making any move to ge up, despite the sting tiny cuts brought while she was dragged along, “I’m looking forward to it.”
“Oh, I’m not here to take you back,” The man replied, and she almost was hopeful.
“My dad-?” She spoke to soon. Her dad would never subject her to such treatment anyways.
“She ordered me to finish the job she started and cover up her tracks.” Was all he said.
The silence was palpable, though she just groaned after a long silence.
“It’s too early for this. I should have kicked you in the nuts when I had the chance.” She whined, growling out slightly, “And what tracks does she have to cover? Can she even cover them, have you seen that woman drunk? She crashed into everything-“
“I can’t wait to get this over with!” He snapped, and she noticed with alarm that she was being lifted with telekinesis, which was, well, shocking. “You’re an annoying brat, you know that?”
“Um, yeah, duh. What did you expect, me to bring tea and ask about your wife, and your children-oh wait, you’re taste is probably in woman like Eliza, so you don’t have any.” She heard the clanking of chains, something pressuring on her body, though she was a bit dizzy now, she couldn’t comprehend what it possibly was.
“No one will find her?” That voice was familiar, the steps light and graceful, the woman’s eyes roaming over the pale-haired child, she looked like a who-horror, let’s go with the nice way of saying it, though the young girl snarled at the woman.
The man’s telekinesis wore of fun in a mere moment after the chains and whatever else was secured. The little girl dropped like a sail, something pulling her down at a very quick rate.
“The hell? What kind of bondage is this?” She questioned, trying her best to lift her arms as she glared at the two of them. Her mother’s face was almost coated in crimson. Sure, the young girl always ran when her mother brought over a new suitor, but she had heard her mom speak of her-well-experiences before.
A repulsing thought, really, but her rude demeanor wasn’t going to be sugar coated, the one thing she picked up from the lanky woman before her.
“Silence her, please.” The woman snapped, glaring at the assassin then, her eyes narrowed, “If anyone figures out of my illegal affairs,” which ones? There were too many to count- “Or of how I’ve handled this nuisance, I’ll be in a prison cell the rest of my life.”
“That wouldn’t be very long, at this rate,” she quipped, though she distantly heard water. She wondered what that was about.
The woman glared at her, the man oddly silent. Though the woman approached, glaring down at her, “Lorelei.” She snapped, “It won’t be long now for you either.”
“Guess we’re both kicking the bucket then,” she shrugged, though inside, a small amount of panic bubbled. Surely, life couldn’t get worse. Especially if it was about to end?
She wasn’t stupid. In reality, Lore was indeed a little genius, with a knack of building, and finding unique ways to escape risky affairs. That’s how she got out, after taking enough crap from the elder woman.
“No” the woman commented, a sharp grins on her features as she looked at the man, nodding once. She struggled slightly against the chains, feeling herself moving, her head pounding, and hearing water nearby. She spotted blue out of the corner of her eye, and the sun falling. Sunset was pretty, most the time, she kind of hated it though, at the moment,
Then again, the situation wasn’t exactly an ideal one.
“Any last words?” The woman commented, and she opened her mouth.
“Yeah, actually!” She started, “Who the hell is this theatrical when ending a life? This isn’t a damn drama!”
“Drop her-“ Elizabeth commanded, and the magic soon tethered away, overbearingly slow.
“Drop the act, you bitch,” She seethed, in a futile attempt to escape, “You kidnapped me once, from dad, and when I left to be free, you kidnapped me again, just to waste you effort on killing me-“
The last of the magic snapped, it seemed her mother severed it with her own and she couldn’t help the scream that escaped her.
What the hell kind of murder plot was this? Tossing her off a cliff side, and letting the bricks drag her down. This was too close to the city, someone would find her!
“I’m going to haunt you! I’m going to make you wish you were dead!” she screamed, before the water and bricks pulled her under.
It was peaceful, despite her erratically beating heart and burning lungs. Peaceful, but her mind was not. Her mother had magic, her father did not. Her mother always acted high and powerful, it wasn’t the magic that made her dangerous, it just enabled her to do whatever the hell she wanted. Adding in her minions, her little gang, didn’t help. Pulling in a favor, false security. Lore couldn’t believe she fell for such a trick as that.
Her last moments were spent thinking of her poor father, probably searching for her still, and a sickening though came to her as she felt the tiniest of pulls on her body.
Maybe she was meant to be found. Maybe this would be a sick present to her father.
She watched the scarlet water, tainted by blood, and the last feeling was her body being dunked, held under, by bricks and magic, until nothing had lasted anymore.
Like that, her mother had gifted her father an anniversary present.
—
Whatever had kept her tethered to reality wasn’t exactly a comforting idea. Vengeance? Anger?
What the hell was an arae?
“You’re going to become a guardian, dear child, as a tragic sufferer of horrid magic, you deserve to enact your rev-“
“What kind of sob story is this, exactly?” She interrupted the friendly being, her hands lightly skimming the air for a moment, so odd to move without needing to breath, though she could if she wanted to.
Everything felt different. She looked different too. With black silky hair, skin as grey as ash, and her eyes an odd mystical white, though she assumed they could look a bit more normal?
She had no clue, honestly.
“Well, not exactly-“
“Why am I here?” She’s finally snapped.
The spirit, demon, whatever-thingy had the nerve to look astonished, pouting slightly before glaring at her, “Why! Where are your manners?”
“Please. I don’t have them,” she deadpanned, rolling her eyes as she carelessly looked around, not even paying the spirit mind.
“Regardless, dear child, you are here because you were a victim of heartless actions of magic users, such conviction must be in your immortal heart,” the spirit started, theatrically pressing a fest to it’s chest, forlornly.
“If I’m dead, does that mean I have a heart? Or would it be a soul?” Her eyebrows knitted together in thought, before watching the spirit, seeing if the ghoul would answer.
The spirit didn’t like the apparent random thoughts, and ignored them, “Only a special few are selected to become arae, my child, ones with such conviction.”
“I have absolutely no care about anything other than sleeping and eating, I don’t exactly know why you’re insistent that I care about anything else, but I can assure you, I’m completely convinced that I’d rather be dead.”
Her companion fell gaped, staring between her and it’s surroundings, “Well, you must understand, child, you are a very special-“
“There is literally nothing special about me,” She deadpanned, and she smirked at how annoyed her companion seemed to be, “My mom was an abusive witch who would do anything to spite my dad, which apparently included killing me, and that’s dedication-“
“You are making me regret choosing you.”
“Well yeah, you should really regret that. That was actually pretty stupid. You know background research is a thing, right?”
She was glared out, and shrugged and fell silent, watching the crazy thing flitter around her for a moment, before it stopped.
“I don’t believe it was stupid, you might be, but-“
“Correction, your honor, I’m a hell of a lot smarter than you. I would have looked into my possible candidates for whatever an arae is.”
“Please just can it,” The spirit commanded, sighing out in irritation, the girl hadn’t even been an arae for 10 minutes and she was already driving it to an early grave. Well, if it could die, that was.
“I would, really,” The girl had started, once more, earning a huff of anger from the fae, “But your stupidity is extremely amusing and hard to ignore. And I-“
“Please just shut up, child.” She did as asked, for once, “You will become a guardian, protecting the library, the knowledge of magic, a fierce warrior-“
“Can we get to the part where I kill my mom or-?” one glare silenced her.
“Follow me, child.” The spirit commanded, and she shrugged. She had nothing better to do, and fell in step behind the strange spirit.
“I have a name,” she commented lamely, though for some reason, it kind of slipped her name what it was? That was weird. Everything else seemed in tact. An anger, a fierceness.
“Your birth name isn’t your true one. A name is a weakness, the true utterance, and someone knows who you are.” It explained, before pulling on the young girl’s chin, before smiling inna vibrant, almost creepy manner, “Hmm, as an Arae, you seem to be a Styx.”
“Why in the hell would I be named after a bunch of twigs?” She commented, unable to help herself.
“Why, you were drowned, you’re a vile little creature, and you’re stuck between life and death, of course!”
She widened her eyes, hugging herself slightly, a spiteful remark crossing her lips again, “Hit that a little close on the nose, didn’t you?”
“It’s perfect! You shall be Styx! Styx the guardian of-“
“Oh that’s cool.” Styx commented, noticing a strange orb coming to life in front of her, turning into an odd looking gem, marble-type thing, and dropping into the palm of her hands. “But what the hell is it?”
“That’s your enchanted item!” The spirit chattered, and stared expectantly. As if expecting Styx to do anything useful with it.
“And I do what with it, exactl-woah!” While haphazardly holding it up, the little orb transformed into a big stick, with a blade on the end, a scythe, and sliced promptly through the spirit, not that it harmed it any. “What am I, the grim reaper?”
“What is a-oh nevermind!” The spirit huffed, “You’re first duty will be-“
“Kill my mom and that weird scum guy that’s probably sleeping with her right now, and not in the innocent manner?”
It looked flabbergasted, truly shocked and annoyed, “No!” It huffed, “You are not permitted to kill. Killing would take from you’r life energy! Plus, any killing should be done only under orders.”
“Don’t listen to orders, but fine, torture still exists.” Styx shrugged, turning to leave.
“Wait, where are you going?” It sounded enraged, not that she cared at all.
“Did you not hear the word torture? You said I can’t kill, you didn’t say anything about-“
“You’re getting of track!” The spirit informed casually, shrugging ever so slightly, “You are a hateful spirit, but you do have a duty to attend to.”
“I didn’t work in real life, I’m not doing it when I’m dead.”
“You have no choice!” To hell she didn’t!
“I wasn’t exactly presented one? I didn’t ask to be brought back.” She pointed out, crossing her arms to glare back. The room was so drab, and dusty, and if she was alive she would probably be coughing up a lung.
It was silent, the ghost inhaling deeply, trying to regain it’s rising anger and restrain it.
Then it lunged at her, and she felt something weird happen. Like an instinct.
She felt weightless, and then she entered some realm of hallucinatory drugs or something, because that was a weird thing to see.
It seemed, like, first of all, shades darker, and the spirit looked so confused. She was completely gone, and it looked around in confusion. Probably thinking, where the hell did that bitch just go?
She suddenly was in a new spot, humming softly in surprise, though it all collapsed back into a normal type reality, teleportation? Invisibility? What the hell? Was she tripping on something? Or-
“Do I have magic?” Came her overly excited response, and the spirit stared at her, gulping slightly, but nodding. It looked like it regretted so much right now, which she couldn’t exactly blame it for.
“Yes, but you must listen-“ it urgently said, eyes wide.
“Oh yeah,” Styx cheered slightly, “This is going to be so much fun!”
“No wait!”
The spirit was left to groan as the odd child teleported away, a laugh remaining in the room, echoing off the walls.
Outside it all, white eyes glowed, watching the night and stars, grin in place, as she teleported around, so maybe she wasn’t supposed to kill, that didn’t mean she couldn’t have some fun instead.
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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on Apr 8, 2020 11:16:49 GMT -5
(Good morning?)
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Post by Sparky on Apr 8, 2020 12:08:25 GMT -5
[ morning! curse me going to bed much earlier and waking up much later.
Also I love Styx and all of her sass xD ]]
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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on Apr 8, 2020 15:45:58 GMT -5
(Yes yes. Styx is a sassy baby.)
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Apr 8, 2020 16:21:39 GMT -5
We will see about that old man, Zander thought resisting the urge to sneer. Still, the king and queen had a lot of supporters and their reputation precedes them. The royal's death would cause a huge uproar and mourning aside from a few who would celebrate instead. Zander continues to keep looking for an entrance, but not having much luck. As they walked, he noticed that their path started to get a little rocky. "Watch your step!" He warned carefully making his way the rougher parts. "I think it may start getting steeper."
(Sorry it's short my brain ran out of ideas)
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Post by Sparky on Apr 10, 2020 13:49:51 GMT -5
[ ok imma get a reply up for here and seven sins soon. I was initially gonna wait for honey but seeing as they are literally in a boat together I dont think it matters much about order, we'll just make sure that everybody's free when elemental time comes >:] ]
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Apr 10, 2020 13:52:41 GMT -5
(I’ll also try and get replies up for here today  ) |
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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on Apr 10, 2020 14:09:47 GMT -5
(I'll get starters up soon for 7-sins. Just let me know where we should start(Does Cal know about them? Did her parents just leave? Its up to yoy guys.))
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Apr 10, 2020 14:20:07 GMT -5
Oooh interesting question.
Would it be more fun to start right from when they first meet?)
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Post by Sparky on Apr 10, 2020 15:08:19 GMT -5
"Guess so," Zach stated duly in response to Leon's statement. Mortal enemies they were and mortal enemies they would be. Somehow, though, it seemed as though the two possessing polar opposite magical abilities didn't change much about their relationship. Leon would still always cast snark into their conversations, and Zach would never fail to meet her.
Your freak out was more than appropriate, Zach thought, though he wasn't able to bring the words to his mouth. For all Isabella knew, her life had been in grave and immediate danger. And for all Zach knew, each one of them had the right to believe that whenever a flame danced upon his palm. The last time Zach had succumbed to his pyrokinesis was years ago. He had been helplessly cornered by a mob, and any form of control had been forfeited when a bolt had seared into his left shoulder.
"Don't be sorry," He said, idly rubbing the scar that was all that remained of the memory. "In many ways you were taught correctly." Maybe those weren't the right words, but they were the truth. Magic was inherently dangerous. "But- yes. We're all on the same side here, right?"
The boat picked up some speed, but it was soon lost when Leon's connection to the current broke. What had happened? She had stopped believing in herself, that was what happened. Or something else was occupying her focus...
She faltered slightly in her words, and Zach squinted his eyes skeptically. Her last sentence brought a wave of doubt over him.
"It's whatever, we'll just let the current take us," He decided. Leon's hydrokinetic pull on the boat had built up some semblance of speed, and now they were simply moving downstream with the flow.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Apr 10, 2020 16:58:23 GMT -5
Isabella would have apologised more but she sensed she didn’t need to, Zach seemed to brush it off. She decided she didn’t need to say anything more on the matter and if she did it would probably only make it more awkward. But as she watched Zack and Leon more and listened to them talk to one another, she couldn’t help but see their uncertainty and fear.
“You’re both so scared of yourselves,” she pointed out “it’s sad. I’m sorry that the world made you feel that way”
This especially became more apparent to her when Leon spoke, talking about how she couldn’t do this and how she was only good at deception. Hearing those words not only brought a strange feeling that she didn’t know the whole story - which was expected since she barely knew Leon - but also a wave of sadness that Leon didn’t feel confident in her abilities.
“Zach’s right,” Isabella suggested positively “the current can take us.”
She looked ahead at the waters ahead of them, trying to get a sense for the strength of the currents around them. It seemed like they’d be alright.
“I know magic must feel like a curse sometimes,” Isabella said after a moment “but I bet it must be wonderful sometimes, too. If it helps, I’m completely and utterly uninteresting and ordinary, and that isn’t all it’s cracked up to be either.”
If being ‘normal’, if such a thing existed, were so perfect, Isabella wouldn’t be there. But she was. Because life was boring, her world was narrow, and she wanted adventure.
She knew she probably wasn’t helping anything, seeing as she didn’t know anything about what it was like to have magic and couldn’t speak with any authority on the matter. In fact, she probably shouldn’t have to speak at all about experiences she’d never had, that weren’t hers to talk about. But she could speak with authority on what it was like to live a life where she wasn’t a royal, or or magical blood. She was one of the most ordinary people on the quest, and she had to say being ‘normal’ kind of sucked.
(A little short but I just wanted to get a reply up)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Apr 10, 2020 16:59:42 GMT -5
(I’ll probably reply with Eldred tomorrow)
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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on Apr 10, 2020 18:41:19 GMT -5
She rolled her eyes, showing disinterest in the topic, and quickly looked forward. She hated the mentality Zach had about magic, and she couldn’t really help her ground out words, “You might have been taught to fear it, and you should. But if it wasn’t for magic being illegal, it wouldn’t be an issue.” That wasn’t true.
Bad apples existed. Rotten to the core. Those were the ones that ruined magic for all of society. She hated them, though her gaze had soured when Isabella called it a curse, something in her becoming defensive, her hand unconsciously clenching, “It isn’t like a curse. It’s almost sentient, it has the capability to kill, or to heal. Sometimes you can’t control it. Curses just-“ destroy? She looked back at Zahavi, immediately silencing, seeming to sober ever so slightly. “Well, the simple fact is, it’s not a gift, it’s not a curse. It’s just there. Being normal, being magic, either way, it’s our normal.”
It was probably the most in depth thing she said, and she had to quickly amend it, of course, “I mean, nothing about anyone here I remotely normal. We have a prince, a merchant who probably has had some stolen objects knowing a friend of mine,” payback, bitch she made sure to casually look at him, “And then we have the magic busboy and a witch.” Her shrug was noncommittal.
“Normality was lost long before we even met.”
Her eyes glanced at the cavern walls, it was silent, and she forced back her age-old habit of humming, instead choosing to silently ponder things. Zelos, Eldred, the vision of her parents. Her parents, however, were dead, and without the comforting talking or bickering to actively add onto, her thoughts winded down a path as dark as the cave they were dead.
Maybe she should be open? Tell them the truth? But how would they respond? What if they thought she had actively tried to endanger them? What if they stopped trusting her, thought she put the curse in place. It just wasn’t an option she could take.
She needed to get off that path of thought, so she turned to smirk in Zach’s direction, “Any magic tips?” She questioned, raising an eyebrow, “We can do it like pen pals do. Trade a magic secret for another! I mean, that’s probably the worst three words I’ve ever thought of ever asking, but we might as well do something in the meantime.”
Plus, if all went well, maybe she could get Zahavi in a good mood again, and get the dreary feeling in the cavern to go away. Maybe part of her role, and Zach’s were to bicker like they did, if only to lift the spirits of the others.
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Post by Sparky on Apr 12, 2020 23:41:44 GMT -5
[ Leoooo!!! xD welcome. stuff has happened...
and it might be bed ]
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Post by Sparky on Apr 12, 2020 23:44:14 GMT -5
[ okay so.... the teens + isabella might be stuck in a cave....
and everyone kinda thinks they're dead but they're looking for another entrance anyway XD. ]]
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Post by Sparky on Apr 12, 2020 23:54:28 GMT -5
[ not well
ok better summary. they left the camp and were travelling through the mountains when the group came across an entrance to a cave which had strange symbols inscribed across the threshold. Leon may or may not have gone up to said inscriptions and taken off her gloves to inspect them... and she may or may not have accidentally used her destructive magic which in turn created the ground to open up beneath them which caused an avalanche and shit. So Leon, Isabella, Zahavi, and Zach all fell into this hole that went down into an underwater river.
The rest of the group doesn't have much proof that the four of them are dead or alive, so they're splitting up into teams and searching for the exit of the river that must be in the mountains somewhere. The 'cave scene' started with Chaos' big post on page 39 I think.
Also back at the camp both Zach and Leon may have made utter fools of themselves ]]
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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on Apr 13, 2020 16:37:56 GMT -5
The group has spoken for a while. Hours, even, it felt like. It was probably close to a few hours after noon when they fell down. And they had been lazily traveling on the river for hours now.
She was sure it had to be close to night time, She wondered how far they must have been from the group now.
It was those parting thoughts that lulled her in a caccoon of sleep. Though she frequently woke up, terrors awakening her. Strange visions and dreams where she heard cryptic whispers. Her mind blaming herself.
”You know, Zahavi, you were a fool,”
No. No. She was begging for it to stop. Why was she attacking him? Why was she-?
“And your throne, it belongs to me? I’d say too bad you couldn’t die with your parents, but we don’t really get what we want do we?”
The her she saw, and not through her own eyes, looked blurry, the details missing, but voice gravelly and dark. The girl raised her hand, summoning dark magic, and-
Leon was sent automatically into a panicked fury, the boat rocking roughly as if something hit it. She looked at the other, Zahavi, she noted with ease, was resting, though he didn’t seem to be dosing peacefully. Isabella seemed knocked out.
Zach was a different story, still awake. He seemed to be confused.
“Why did the boat stop?” Came her easygoing response, reminding herself that her dreams were nightmares, not reality, and that she wasn’t going to hurt anyone. She frequently had night terrors over her darker magic, over people fearing her, and on special occasions, getting stuck in quicksand. Paranoia was an ass to deal with.
She noted with a small amount of concerned, that the boat seemed to be pinned by a large rock, which luckily missed them. It would explain the rocking, however. She was sure the others would have woken up due to it.
Though, a reply came to her question immediately, looking up, she spotted something....odd, something large, and made of rocks and dirts and such. Her mouth went dry, her hands reflexively clenching into the sides of the boat, which, unbeknownst to her, starting splinting, small fractures running through the wood.
Well, the boat was already getting destroyed by the big rock. It was doubtful anyone would notice the cracks following her fingers, especially when she looked up, spotting large rocks literally falling towards them.
She jumped out, Sure the others would follow suit, and surprisingly, it wasn’t just water undeath. A thin layer, in an almost dimly lit cavern, where sunlight peaked in through the top, like a sundial. Though, she continued to roll out of the way of the falling debris, eyes wide as she looked at the towering thing occupying the room they were in.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Apr 13, 2020 16:50:02 GMT -5
It had been nice chatting with the group for a while, but it soon became apparent that it must be getting late above ground. Even though she couldn’t see the dark sky, Isabella could feel the heaviness in her body. Soon the gentle rocking of the boat had lulled her, and a few of the others, to sleep.
Memories danced through her mind of home. She never thought she’d miss that town. She missed her family of course, but she hadn’t expected to miss the city. Not when she was adventuring and doing what she’d always wanted; seeing more of the world.
But she did miss it. Because at home life was simple and low-stakes. She knew what she needed to do, it was a life she was used to. This was all scary and new and her life was on the line. Still, she didn’t think she regretted it one bit.
But she didn’t get to explore these thoughts any further, as she was abruptly awoken by a jolt of the boat. When she opened her eyes it was chaos. The boat was trapped, and there was some sort of being. Her blood ran cold as she looked it over. It was like it was made of rock and earth. Which... what the hell? What was going on? This has to be a nightmare, didn’t it? She didn’t think so; it felt pretty real.
“Shit,” she muttered
But Leon was jumping out of the boat and Isabella followed suit because in the name of all that was good and holy, rocks were flying towards the group at speeds she didn’t even think possible. And she didn’t really think getting crushed was how she wanted to go.
This was bad, this was very bad. Isabella didn’t even have any weapons, anything to defend herself with. Which was less of a problem than the little issue of how the hell did you fight something like this? Was it even possible to kill it?
She was really wishing she’d just stayed to help run the business.
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Post by 𝓗𝓸𝓷𝓮𝔂 𝓑𝓮𝓮 on Apr 13, 2020 17:10:37 GMT -5
Zahavi found it quite difficult to sleep soundly in places that were not within his own home. It was not the lack of a bed and soft blankets that prevented him from doing so, but the incredible sense of unfamiliarity and danger that looked above his head. While he was getting to know these people and their personalities, that didn’t mean they were in a safe spot. If he wasn’t safe, there was no way he would be able to completely fall asleep.
Still, he dozed, and dreamt of strange things.
Of himself, when he was but a small child, alone in his family’s garden. His parents and Eldred off attending an important meeting that he was far too young to accompany them to. Bouncing a rubber ball along the stone paths, chasing after it each time it slipped away from him. Then, it fell from his hands, and rolled away into the shrubbery. He saw himself—a scrawny toddler, no older than five—crouch down to retrieve it. Remembered the face of another child staring curiously back at him through the bushes.
Their eyes had been so green, the color of the emeralds that studded his mother’s favorite bracelet, and full of playfulness as they’d run away.
Zahavi woke with an unpleasant start, not to the sound of screaming, but to the deafening movement of stones and earth. His eyes snapped open and he jumped up, vision bleary with sleep as he tried to make sense of the sight before him, halfway caught up in his dream.
He barely caught a glimpse of their attacker before the boat was violently thrown into motion. It jostled his sore muscles and made his teeth clench, as he fought to steady himself enough to jump free of the vessel. Just in time not to be crushed by a rock the size of his own head.
“What in the gods name is that?” The prince sputtered, as much at a loss for words as he was relieved not to have become a royal flatcake.
No sooner were the words out of his mouth than the creature decided to charge, shaking the entirety of the cavern around it. |
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Post by Sparky on Apr 13, 2020 17:29:04 GMT -5
The crew had been traveling down the river for a few hours, and the gentle rocking of the boat had seemed to settle a few of them into fatigue. Zach sat in the middle of the boat, not allowing their only source of light to fade. Occasionally he would toss the flame in front of them, looking to see what awaited them.
Zach's flame went out once or twice, his head drooping down only to snap back up. Conjuring the flame once more wasn't usually a challenge, he just hoped that the others wouldn't notice the periodic darkness that sometimes overtook them. And Zach was about to drift off once more, his arm and mind tired of having kept the small fire going on for hours on end, when it happened.
The boat halted violently, and the telltale cracks of splintering wood filled the air. Zach lifted his gaze, watching rocks cascade off of the roof of the cavern, bouncing off of the monster that towered over them all. His palm remained held out, but the fire disappeared.
He yelped, stumbling out onto the marshy, rocky ground. Boulders destroyed what lay directly behind him. "Come back, come back!" He muttered, as if trying to convince the flame into appearing on his palm once more. But it didn't, and a wave of fear overcame him.
"I don't know!" He shouted in response to Zahavi's outburst. The creature was terrifying, and it didn't seem to like them.
That was when it charged.
Zach's eyes grew wide, and he pulled inside himself to reach the fire. Get up, bitch, he thought, and the flames obeyed his command. A sudden release of energy tore itself out of Zach, engulfing his arms in flames.
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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on Apr 13, 2020 17:46:33 GMT -5
Panic had deepseated in her heart. Nothing she read warned of a monstrosity like his. Sure, she expected dangers, but she expected it from the land, or from curses. She hadn’t expected living dangers, defenders and things that would be impossible to defeat.
And that dread came back. She told them about the journey. If she would have been silent-
No, Now wasn’t the time for it. She pulled herself to a stand, looking around for any possible method of escape. They couldn’t go back out, because the river current would run them back in. They could probably climb out, but the creature’s was actively attacking them, which meant that they weren’t getting out that way. No, the only way out was to fight.
Another rock fell, snapping the boat into debris, and she couldn’t help but wince, though it broke her out of her trance. Though when she spotted Zach with his arms on fire, her eyes widened, realizing something.
This thing was obviously magic, and very strong. Isabella didn’t have any weapons or magic, and neither did Zahavi. That left Zach with his fire and telekinesis, and Leon with her small array of powers.
Powers that dealt mostly with deceiving and stealing, and how the hell would that be helpful? She shook it off, trying to find someway to help. In her panic, she levitated her dagger out of it’s sheath, leaving it floating beside her, as she contemplated what to do and how to do it.
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Post by 𝓗𝓸𝓷𝓮𝔂 𝓑𝓮𝓮 on Apr 13, 2020 19:01:09 GMT -5
It was all fun and games until that massive creature locked eyes with Zahavi himself. He felt all the blood drain from his face as it took two lumbering steps towards him, unable to move, locked in place by the fear the sight of it instilled inside him. It was going to crush him to death and all he could do was stare, wide-eyed in horror.
Yet at the last moment, it shifted and turned its attention away, to a figure moving somewhere close by. A figure that he recognized after a split second of horror.
Zach.
No. No, it couldn’t just change its mind like that and decide to attack his newfound friend. He didn’t want that to happen, refused to allow it. But what could he do? He had no weapons, no magic, and about as much muscle as a flower stalk.
Bad idea number one was to pick up a medium sized rock, a little bigger than the palm of his hand. Bad idea number two was to throw said rock at the back of the creature’s head in an attempt to get its attention. |
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Post by Sparky on Apr 13, 2020 19:38:36 GMT -5
Zacharias had only just conjured the flames when the creature took notice to him. Oh shit, he thought, cursing himself internally. The boy fumbled backwards as the monster came down upon him. He had no time to react -only enough to realize how stupid he had been- when the elemental's fangs dug into his left arm. Zach gasped, unable to even cry out in pain as he was lifted into the air. He dangled helplessly from the monster's jaws as a deep rep liquid began to stream from his wounds. Great, now the monster had a taste of his blood.
Then the monster threw him aside, and Zach had gained his bearings just enough to let out a scream. He hit the ground hard, crashing into the rocky surface that was cushioned only by a very thin layer of water. Water that was soon stained red in his own blood. The pain was immense, but a much deeper emotion surged throughout him. Anger.
"Try that again," Zach said woozily, lifting up his uninjured arm in front of him. The flames that had once surrounded his arms were now gone, and they didn't seem to be returning, but that still left another option on the table. His gaze blurred. He was losing a lot of blood, but the red water surrounding him made it seem more severe than it really was.
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