One Mean Ghost
Your Ghost Host from the West Coast
Ki'Tavi
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Fantasy A Guild of Heroes: Song of Champions
- Thread starter Birdsie
- Start date
Birdsie
The God-Emperor of Mankind
Ellis | Near Dungeon |
One Mean Ghost
Silver Wolf
LostHaven
Noble Scion
Fable
He felt a tug on his shoulder and recoiled like a scared dog, simultaneously interrupting his drivel. He straightened his position, sitting on the ground and looking into Drui's face. The sight of her was sobering and seemed to have a calming effect, but the emotional distress wasn't gone from his expression.
That was when Kit approached and smacked him across the face. As if in reaction, the leaves and branches of the nearby trees jerked telekinetically at the same time Kit's hand made the impact. To the contrary, the strands of grass vibrated as if heavy wind blew through them, then stood up like the hairs on the back of a scared person before slumping back to their original state.
"T-Turenval," Ellis barked out one word without context, and took three seconds to gather his bearings before expanding on his meaning. "I... I s-saw Turenval. His... h-his soul... It... it was... b-blacker than any black I've f-fucking s-seen... I-I'm not s-sure what I saw."
It was a lie. He was lucid about the situation and if asked to, could describe everything he saw in lurid detail. But denying it and convincing himself he didn't was, in his thought process, the first step to forgetting what he saw.
He kept stuttering through his words during longer sentences, incapable of drawing complexity in his thoughts. It meant he was in hysteria; emotionally unstable below the tipping point, but he had a basic control of his faculties. His stress and anxiety currently were subconscious; a part of his brain he couldn't keep in check. He knew he was safe and had no reason to be scared, but it'd take a minute of hyperventilating to convince his brain of the same.
Ellis looked at his hands: his fingers kept twitching. He took a deep breath, held it for four seconds and felt his lungs fight against him, before releasing it with a distinct arrhythmia in the way he did it, like he was about to return to crying.
He repeated the procedure five or six times and it seemed like his condition improved marginally. His fingers weren't twitching quite as noticeably, and his breathing barely seemed off. If he consciously hid these symptoms, a slightly drunk person might not have noticed he had an anxiety attack recently.
"I'm okay," he stated with a delay between starting and ending both words, drawing them out in hesitation. He slowly stood up.
One Mean Ghost
Silver Wolf
LostHaven
Noble Scion
Fable
He felt a tug on his shoulder and recoiled like a scared dog, simultaneously interrupting his drivel. He straightened his position, sitting on the ground and looking into Drui's face. The sight of her was sobering and seemed to have a calming effect, but the emotional distress wasn't gone from his expression.
That was when Kit approached and smacked him across the face. As if in reaction, the leaves and branches of the nearby trees jerked telekinetically at the same time Kit's hand made the impact. To the contrary, the strands of grass vibrated as if heavy wind blew through them, then stood up like the hairs on the back of a scared person before slumping back to their original state.
"T-Turenval," Ellis barked out one word without context, and took three seconds to gather his bearings before expanding on his meaning. "I... I s-saw Turenval. His... h-his soul... It... it was... b-blacker than any black I've f-fucking s-seen... I-I'm not s-sure what I saw."
It was a lie. He was lucid about the situation and if asked to, could describe everything he saw in lurid detail. But denying it and convincing himself he didn't was, in his thought process, the first step to forgetting what he saw.
He kept stuttering through his words during longer sentences, incapable of drawing complexity in his thoughts. It meant he was in hysteria; emotionally unstable below the tipping point, but he had a basic control of his faculties. His stress and anxiety currently were subconscious; a part of his brain he couldn't keep in check. He knew he was safe and had no reason to be scared, but it'd take a minute of hyperventilating to convince his brain of the same.
Ellis looked at his hands: his fingers kept twitching. He took a deep breath, held it for four seconds and felt his lungs fight against him, before releasing it with a distinct arrhythmia in the way he did it, like he was about to return to crying.
He repeated the procedure five or six times and it seemed like his condition improved marginally. His fingers weren't twitching quite as noticeably, and his breathing barely seemed off. If he consciously hid these symptoms, a slightly drunk person might not have noticed he had an anxiety attack recently.
"I'm okay," he stated with a delay between starting and ending both words, drawing them out in hesitation. He slowly stood up.
Birdsie
The God-Emperor of Mankind
The necromancer that cast Sleep was impaled by a sudden bursting spike. It drilled through his spine and elevated him a meter above the ground. The robed mage screamed in terror as his guts spilled out, thrashing around wildly for five seconds before all activity stopped abruptly.
The last necromancer gave up the fight and waved his hand. This opened a blue, circular portal in front of him, leading to parts unknown. He jumped inside and disappeared, the portal closing shortly after.
The last necromancer gave up the fight and waved his hand. This opened a blue, circular portal in front of him, leading to parts unknown. He jumped inside and disappeared, the portal closing shortly after.
Airagog
Alteras
The Sleepy Prisoner
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[div class=EmilyImage][div class=EmilyImageInside][/div]
[div class=EmilyTitle]Emily Chevalier[/div]
[div class=EmilyMentions]
Character Sheet
Location:
Guild of Heroes Reception Desk
Interactions:
Eagershadow3
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[div class=EmilyContent]Just as someone left the guild while she was hanging up the quests, the golem brought in someone with a note for her. "Thief huh. Alright, tie him up, put him in the dungeon, and contact the Bowerstone Guard." While saying that, Emily raised her hand and knocked out the Satyr with a punch (magically enhanced of course). Emily turned back and finished pinning up the quests before heading back to her desk.
As Emily kicked back and started reading a book, She was interrupted. With a sigh, she placed a bookmark and looked up. "Hello Garidan. Yes, we have some quests. Anything in specific you would like?" [/div][/div] [class=EmilyFlex] width: 100%; max-width: 1000px; margin: 0 auto; justify-content: center; align-items: stretch; display: flex; flex-flow: row wrap; box-sizing: border-box; [/class] [class=EmilyImage] position: relative; width: 300px; max-width: 100%; min-height: 300px; background-image: url('https://orig00.deviantart.net/f69c/f/2013/081/9/3/da_brocade_custom_box_background_by_gasara-d5ag4ls.gif'); background-color: rgb(218, 212, 218); background-blend-mode: multiply; background-repeat: no-repeat; margin: 5px; [/class] [class=EmilyImageInside] position: absolute; top:0; bottom: 0; left: 0; right: 0; background-image: url('https://www.rpnation.com/media/3822838135964a2c83e4ec0027-1499767526_waifu2x_art_noise3_tta_1-png.36357/full'); background-size: 120%; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-position: center 0%; [/class] [class=EmilyTitle] position: absolute; bottom: 0; height: auto; width: 100%; padding: 5px; box-sizing: border-box; height: auto; text-align: center; font-size: 45px; font-family: 'Cormorant Upright'; color: #e73359; background-color: rgba(218, 212, 218, .5); [/class] [class=EmilyMentions] position: absolute; width: 100%; height: 100%; top:0; padding: 5px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: 'Philosopher'; color: #e5e5dd; opacity: 0; background-color: rgba( 0,0,0,0.65); transition: opacity .5s; [/class] [class name=EmilyMentions state=hover] opacity: 1; [/class] [class=EmilyContent] position: relative; min-width: 200px; flex: 1; height: auto; padding: 0px 15px; margin: 5px; font-family: 'Philosopher'; [/class]
Location:
Guild of Heroes Reception Desk
Interactions:
Eagershadow3
[/div][/div]
[div class=EmilyContent]Just as someone left the guild while she was hanging up the quests, the golem brought in someone with a note for her. "Thief huh. Alright, tie him up, put him in the dungeon, and contact the Bowerstone Guard." While saying that, Emily raised her hand and knocked out the Satyr with a punch (magically enhanced of course). Emily turned back and finished pinning up the quests before heading back to her desk.
As Emily kicked back and started reading a book, She was interrupted. With a sigh, she placed a bookmark and looked up. "Hello Garidan. Yes, we have some quests. Anything in specific you would like?" [/div][/div] [class=EmilyFlex] width: 100%; max-width: 1000px; margin: 0 auto; justify-content: center; align-items: stretch; display: flex; flex-flow: row wrap; box-sizing: border-box; [/class] [class=EmilyImage] position: relative; width: 300px; max-width: 100%; min-height: 300px; background-image: url('https://orig00.deviantart.net/f69c/f/2013/081/9/3/da_brocade_custom_box_background_by_gasara-d5ag4ls.gif'); background-color: rgb(218, 212, 218); background-blend-mode: multiply; background-repeat: no-repeat; margin: 5px; [/class] [class=EmilyImageInside] position: absolute; top:0; bottom: 0; left: 0; right: 0; background-image: url('https://www.rpnation.com/media/3822838135964a2c83e4ec0027-1499767526_waifu2x_art_noise3_tta_1-png.36357/full'); background-size: 120%; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-position: center 0%; [/class] [class=EmilyTitle] position: absolute; bottom: 0; height: auto; width: 100%; padding: 5px; box-sizing: border-box; height: auto; text-align: center; font-size: 45px; font-family: 'Cormorant Upright'; color: #e73359; background-color: rgba(218, 212, 218, .5); [/class] [class=EmilyMentions] position: absolute; width: 100%; height: 100%; top:0; padding: 5px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: 'Philosopher'; color: #e5e5dd; opacity: 0; background-color: rgba( 0,0,0,0.65); transition: opacity .5s; [/class] [class name=EmilyMentions state=hover] opacity: 1; [/class] [class=EmilyContent] position: relative; min-width: 200px; flex: 1; height: auto; padding: 0px 15px; margin: 5px; font-family: 'Philosopher'; [/class]
Reinhardt
huh
Aurelia Granne Salmira-Albichyr
Location: Lairke Manor, Bowerstone
Interactions: ---
Location: Lairke Manor, Bowerstone
Interactions: ---
The chamber was illuminated appropriately by the daylight, and yet a line of torches were lit up on each wall. Several red and gold banners were hung on each side, some burnt, some torn, some even stained with blood. At the middle of the chamber was table - on one end was a man in a red cloak, who gratuitously sat down on his chair, and on the other was a woman, standing tall and proud before him. A few meters away from them were various people, knights and servants who faithfully watched over them both.
A loud thud echoes throughout the chamber as the woman slammed both of her hands on the table.
"Listen now, Lord Prius!", she said.
The men who served the man in the red cloak were alerted, and suddenly shifted their stance - each of them intently glaring at the woman in blue.
"Inaction will not do anything here! You must be the first to move! The rest will follow behind the banner of House Lairke - just like in the wars your brother has fought!"
The man suddenly stood. "Do not bring him into this, Lady Aurelia.", he responded with a heavy voice. "You know naught of what he was." He, then took a deep breath and sat down once again. "I stand by the king's word. We will not mobilize any men. The Guild of Heroes shall handle it on their own."
Aurelia took her hand off the table, and took a step back. "Then you are a fool.", she said as she turned around. "When they are no more, and the walls come tumbling down, only then will you realize that."
The woman in blue, along with her subordinates, left the building. Once outside of Lairke Manor, one of her followers approached her.
"Your Highness.", he bowed his head. "Even House Lairke has turned us down, what shall we now do?"
"We look for others. The nobles of Bowerstone cower behind him.", she said, as her gaze turned to the Royal Castle, which towered over every other building in Bowerstone. "We must seek beyond this city. Prepare the caravan, we shall depart immediately."
"Where to, Your Highness?"
"To the north."
Reinhardt
huh
"Alice, hm?", Ragna replied. "A fitting name."
Ragna looked in amusement at the exchange between the two - Faust's unexpected situation and Alice's fierce demeanor towards him. Until Alice's addressed a question towards him, to which he answered nonchalantly.
"Set him free.", Ragna said. "He is no enemy to you, or to me. Rather, he is our guest."
"If you doubt my words, then ask your, erm, new sisters - they'll confirm the truth.", Ragna pointed towards the several homoncu-maids scattered in the room.
Prince_
Member
Natalie ArcanecrylhikTalking to the group in general, Kaze (
Silver Wolf
), Tybalt (
Pure Calcium
) Drui (
Fable
), Bem (
Noble Scion
), Kit (
One Mean Ghost
) | Location: Dungeon near Forest"Well this is a merry band..." 'Last thing we needed in a fight was for me to be shooting bullets, or magic bolts while everyone was jumping around crazily' "But hey, you guys managed to take down a death knight. Which will certainly make it handier. Now, I believe it would be best for us" She was cut off by D'izzour "To just hurry up and get to the dungeon already! Enough whining! The enemy forces are already there, so we might as well go and engage them before they have time to prepare." Natalie's arm pointed to the dungeon, as she turned to it.
Fable
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[/div][div class=flex][div class=text][div class=header]Veth[/div]
[div class=tags]Location: Feywild | Interaction: Holo-Cyrus (
Birdsie
) | Nearby/Mentioned: [/div]
Veth was amazined by the new environment, wondering if these other trees would speak like the Great Tree. It was a vibrant place with glowing plant-life a completely different feel to it compared to her home realm. Soon after her first steps into this strange new world, Cyrus appeared, complimenting her the flower in her hair. She gave a small nod of thanks in recognition of the compliment, but said nothing more about it. He went back to what seemed to be what he originally wished to speak to her about, giving her advice about the place.
She wasn't please to hear about it being a maze to reach her target, but if that was required to overcome, then she would do it without complaint. She hoped that she did have at least average luck, as being lost for weeks did not appeal to her in the slightest. She felt her time was limited and needed to gain access to this Oberon as quickly as she could. When Cyrus mentioned to her to beware of the pranking fairies,a delicate white brow quirked in response.
"This one shall endeavor to remain calm should she encounter any of these fairies. This one wishes to know more about this King Oberon, information should help her to know how to regard him properly. What is his demeanor? What does he find offensive? This one would like to be prepared for when they meet."
It was right then that she felt a pinch on her buttocks and she paused, but her expression didn't falter. She just hadn't been expecting such a thing to truly happen, or this early on. There was a faint giggle somewhere, but she didn't bother to give it the attention it desired. She continued walking forward again wondering what else she was going to have to deal with before she reached her destination. Hopefully most of these pranks were truly innocent. As much as Veth could keep her stoic expression, should they truly do something to offend her or harm her, she might end up being stern with them.
A few hours into the journey on this side and she encountered a weight creature sitting on a stump holding a wooden box. It was snoring quite loudly as she approached, but once she got within three feet it suddenly awoke and shouted at her, "Halt! What be yer buz'nuz 'ere lass?"
"This one seeks the one called King Oberon."
"Well m'dear, yer 'eadin' the wrong der-ection. 'Ow'ever, fer a fee I can tell ya where ta go."
Veth looked over the trollish looking thing without care as it held out the box, shaking it suggestively for payment and causing a clattering sound. "This one declines," she stated plainly, walking past the surprised creature and picking a path behind him. "Yer gonna regret that," it shouted after her.
About an hour or so after that, she encountered two strange doors with strange knockers with faces. She tried to open them both, but they were locked. One of the knockers suddenly spoke, "Silly girl, you have no manners! Have you never properly knocked on a door before?"
"Of course this one has," she replied plainly, "Where do these doors go?"
"Don't know, we're just the knockers!" the other one replied giddily.
She looked at both doors before randomly picking one, lifting the metal loop and clacking it against the door. The door unlocked and then creaked open to reveal a path, which she took without hesitation. She heard a small mutter behind her from one of the knockers, "She's no fun."[/div][/div][/div]
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[/div][div class=flex][div class=text][div class=header]Drui[/div]
[div class=tags]Location: Near Dungeon | Interaction: Ellis (
Birdsie
) Ki'Tavi (
One Mean Ghost
) | Nearby/Mentioned: Kaze & Co (
Silver Wolf
) Natalie (
Prince_
) Auriel (
LostHaven
) Tybalt (
Pure Calcium
) Bem (
Noble Scion
)[/div]
Drui's concern right now was Ellis. She hadn't seen him when they had arrived and now he was in this blubbering distressed state for some reason. She figured he would have tried to save face as best as he could, but here was was openly crying. Ki'Tavi had taken control of the group automatically, directing those who were injured to get back to the guild and for the others to push onward.
She hadn't expected him to come over and slap Ellis, yet that is exactly what Ki'Tavi did! "Hey!" she protested loudly the moment he did it, grabbing Ellis protectively away from him. "You know, sometimes slapping a person in distress is a bad idea!" She glared at him, clearly not pleased with the action. Instead of waiting to see if he could calm down with some familiar support, he had to go and slap him!
When Ellis sputtered out Turenval's name and struggled to speak, stating he saw him, or saw something of him, Drui pulled him in for a tight hug as best as she could. Whatever he had seen must've been pretty awful to cause him to break down like this. She debated about taking him back to the guild as they didn't know what to expect from the other enemy in the dungeon. As she held him, she felt him trying to calmly breathe before saying a few moments later he was okay. Like hell she believed him, but she also didn't want to press him on that fact right now.
Drui let go when he began to move to stand up, also doing the same, "Ellis, are you quite certain you are alright? You could return to the guild, take a moment to gather yourself. She overheard a voice stated loudly that they needed to get into the dungeon as another was already inside ahead of them. [/div][/div][/div]
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[div class=tags]Location: Feywild | Interaction: Holo-Cyrus (
Birdsie
) | Nearby/Mentioned: [/div]Veth was amazined by the new environment, wondering if these other trees would speak like the Great Tree. It was a vibrant place with glowing plant-life a completely different feel to it compared to her home realm. Soon after her first steps into this strange new world, Cyrus appeared, complimenting her the flower in her hair. She gave a small nod of thanks in recognition of the compliment, but said nothing more about it. He went back to what seemed to be what he originally wished to speak to her about, giving her advice about the place.
She wasn't please to hear about it being a maze to reach her target, but if that was required to overcome, then she would do it without complaint. She hoped that she did have at least average luck, as being lost for weeks did not appeal to her in the slightest. She felt her time was limited and needed to gain access to this Oberon as quickly as she could. When Cyrus mentioned to her to beware of the pranking fairies,a delicate white brow quirked in response.
"This one shall endeavor to remain calm should she encounter any of these fairies. This one wishes to know more about this King Oberon, information should help her to know how to regard him properly. What is his demeanor? What does he find offensive? This one would like to be prepared for when they meet."
It was right then that she felt a pinch on her buttocks and she paused, but her expression didn't falter. She just hadn't been expecting such a thing to truly happen, or this early on. There was a faint giggle somewhere, but she didn't bother to give it the attention it desired. She continued walking forward again wondering what else she was going to have to deal with before she reached her destination. Hopefully most of these pranks were truly innocent. As much as Veth could keep her stoic expression, should they truly do something to offend her or harm her, she might end up being stern with them.
A few hours into the journey on this side and she encountered a weight creature sitting on a stump holding a wooden box. It was snoring quite loudly as she approached, but once she got within three feet it suddenly awoke and shouted at her, "Halt! What be yer buz'nuz 'ere lass?"
"This one seeks the one called King Oberon."
"Well m'dear, yer 'eadin' the wrong der-ection. 'Ow'ever, fer a fee I can tell ya where ta go."
Veth looked over the trollish looking thing without care as it held out the box, shaking it suggestively for payment and causing a clattering sound. "This one declines," she stated plainly, walking past the surprised creature and picking a path behind him. "Yer gonna regret that," it shouted after her.
About an hour or so after that, she encountered two strange doors with strange knockers with faces. She tried to open them both, but they were locked. One of the knockers suddenly spoke, "Silly girl, you have no manners! Have you never properly knocked on a door before?"
"Of course this one has," she replied plainly, "Where do these doors go?"
"Don't know, we're just the knockers!" the other one replied giddily.
She looked at both doors before randomly picking one, lifting the metal loop and clacking it against the door. The door unlocked and then creaked open to reveal a path, which she took without hesitation. She heard a small mutter behind her from one of the knockers, "She's no fun."[/div][/div][/div]
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[div class=tags]Location: Near Dungeon | Interaction: Ellis (
Birdsie
) Ki'Tavi (
One Mean Ghost
) | Nearby/Mentioned: Kaze & Co (
Silver Wolf
) Natalie (
Prince_
) Auriel (
LostHaven
) Tybalt (
Pure Calcium
) Bem (
Noble Scion
)[/div]Drui's concern right now was Ellis. She hadn't seen him when they had arrived and now he was in this blubbering distressed state for some reason. She figured he would have tried to save face as best as he could, but here was was openly crying. Ki'Tavi had taken control of the group automatically, directing those who were injured to get back to the guild and for the others to push onward.
She hadn't expected him to come over and slap Ellis, yet that is exactly what Ki'Tavi did! "Hey!" she protested loudly the moment he did it, grabbing Ellis protectively away from him. "You know, sometimes slapping a person in distress is a bad idea!" She glared at him, clearly not pleased with the action. Instead of waiting to see if he could calm down with some familiar support, he had to go and slap him!
When Ellis sputtered out Turenval's name and struggled to speak, stating he saw him, or saw something of him, Drui pulled him in for a tight hug as best as she could. Whatever he had seen must've been pretty awful to cause him to break down like this. She debated about taking him back to the guild as they didn't know what to expect from the other enemy in the dungeon. As she held him, she felt him trying to calmly breathe before saying a few moments later he was okay. Like hell she believed him, but she also didn't want to press him on that fact right now.
Drui let go when he began to move to stand up, also doing the same, "Ellis, are you quite certain you are alright? You could return to the guild, take a moment to gather yourself. She overheard a voice stated loudly that they needed to get into the dungeon as another was already inside ahead of them. [/div][/div][/div]
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Airagog
And all at once, the universe groaned.
Armad
Location: In front of the dungeon/spire > Inside the dungeon.
Interacting with: No one at the moment.
Location: In front of the dungeon/spire > Inside the dungeon.
Interacting with: No one at the moment.
Armad raised both hands above his head. He did it! Brick and stone had prevailed! He lifted the stones that hadn't been completely destroyed or reduced to rubble and put them back into his bag of holding. He began whistling to himself as he went inside. 'Alright Armad, step one done. Now step 2 is find that one... thing that I'm supposed to find.' He thought for a moment as he walked along the interior passage of the dungeon. 'Wait... What was I looking for again? Well it's some sort of rare artifact right? So that means that it's probably gonna be at the top or in the deeper chamber. That made sense.'
He shrugged, he would probably figure it out. Probably. Hopefully. He scratched his chin as he pulled out a small piece of wood and his tinderbox. After fiddling with it for several minutes and eventually coming down to him using several pieces of stone to splinter the wood, he had managed to get some semblance of a fire going. It wasn't very bright, but it would at least let him see. He began walking forward, navigating the interior of the dungeon, marveling that such a structure had weathered the years. He shook his head, 'Focus. Just gotta get that thing and teleport out. That's it.'
Birdsie
The God-Emperor of Mankind
Holo-Cyrus | Feywild, Oberon's Forest |
Fable
Cyrus took a swig of his holographic pipe, then replied, "Oberon cares about honesty and simple-hearted fun. You mustn't hide your emotions or opinions around him - such deceptions rarely work. He will not mind if you think he's mad upstairs, as long as you have the courage to say that to his face."
Veth traveled for a long time until she came across a very small clearing. The leaves above opened up with a slit that let in sunlight into a small cove between two cliffs of stone. A river ran through it, with a bridge. As soon as she approached, a troll jumped on top of it. "'Ree coppers for p'ssage into King Oberon's domain."
Ah, the troll under the bridge. One of the classics.
Fable
Cyrus took a swig of his holographic pipe, then replied, "Oberon cares about honesty and simple-hearted fun. You mustn't hide your emotions or opinions around him - such deceptions rarely work. He will not mind if you think he's mad upstairs, as long as you have the courage to say that to his face."
Veth traveled for a long time until she came across a very small clearing. The leaves above opened up with a slit that let in sunlight into a small cove between two cliffs of stone. A river ran through it, with a bridge. As soon as she approached, a troll jumped on top of it. "'Ree coppers for p'ssage into King Oberon's domain."
Ah, the troll under the bridge. One of the classics.
Noble Scion
Crow, seeker of shiny things
Bem the Apianian - Near the dungeon -
Birdsie
One Mean Ghost
Fable
She had to say, this whole magic business was becoming rather frustrating. Her spear's sharp end connected with the enemy's shoulder, sending a jolt of force coursing through her body from the impact, yet a mere moment later, she simply vanished into thin air. "That did not feel like a kill." the bee growled as the smoke of evil dissipated almost immediately. For once, Bem wasn't surprised by someone suddenly disappearing without a trace, human-like creatures seemed to play with the laws of reality, and it wasn't going to help her if every time something happened she was startled. The bee took a few steps backwards and released a soft sigh before noticing a commotion behind her. It appeared that Ellis had decided to join them in the fight after all, despite being a bit late to the party, however, evidentially something was not quite right as he appeared to be making sounds that she could only assume where whimpers, strangely similar to her own people. Bem felt an urge to head over there and help in whatever manner she could, but neglected to indulge in such an action, electing to leave such affairs to the others. They would be able to deal with it much more efficiently than she could anyway, as the apianian way of doing had shown itself to be very different from the human way of doing things. She hardly even knew Ellis, and assuming from their prior engagements, even if they had apologised, Bem was sure she would be one of the last people he would seek aid from. As expected, Drui was among the first people to head to
The sharp sound of flesh on flesh rang its way into her mind, despite being quite deep in her thoughts. "That seems insensitive.." Bem muttered, finding Kit's action as rather cruel, yet not making any further comments on the matter, as it was out of her domain, although she couldn't help herself from staring rather incredulously at Ki'tavi at such an action, as it seemed so far out of place from the rest of what she had been informed about humanity. Soon after, the cat-person captain performed another unusual action, except this one was directed towards her.
He praised her.
Praise was an exceedingly rare thing within the hive as each person was merely expected to do their job, having your role being approved by another was so rare as everyone was expected to work as hard as possible to the best of their abilities. "I-I.. Uh.. Was just doing what I was supposed.. to.. Hmm.." Bem blushed, unsure of how to appropriately react to such a statement as she had been certain that, after betraying her own queen, praise would never come her way in the rest of her life. The bee simply averted her gaze as it transformed from one of shock to one of shy embarrassment, away from the warrior, too red-faced to even look at him as she tried to decipher just why she had been chosen to receive such words of motivation. Her arms wrapping around her body as sub-consciously tried to hide herself
Birdsie
One Mean Ghost
Fable
She had to say, this whole magic business was becoming rather frustrating. Her spear's sharp end connected with the enemy's shoulder, sending a jolt of force coursing through her body from the impact, yet a mere moment later, she simply vanished into thin air. "That did not feel like a kill." the bee growled as the smoke of evil dissipated almost immediately. For once, Bem wasn't surprised by someone suddenly disappearing without a trace, human-like creatures seemed to play with the laws of reality, and it wasn't going to help her if every time something happened she was startled. The bee took a few steps backwards and released a soft sigh before noticing a commotion behind her. It appeared that Ellis had decided to join them in the fight after all, despite being a bit late to the party, however, evidentially something was not quite right as he appeared to be making sounds that she could only assume where whimpers, strangely similar to her own people. Bem felt an urge to head over there and help in whatever manner she could, but neglected to indulge in such an action, electing to leave such affairs to the others. They would be able to deal with it much more efficiently than she could anyway, as the apianian way of doing had shown itself to be very different from the human way of doing things. She hardly even knew Ellis, and assuming from their prior engagements, even if they had apologised, Bem was sure she would be one of the last people he would seek aid from. As expected, Drui was among the first people to head to
The sharp sound of flesh on flesh rang its way into her mind, despite being quite deep in her thoughts. "That seems insensitive.." Bem muttered, finding Kit's action as rather cruel, yet not making any further comments on the matter, as it was out of her domain, although she couldn't help herself from staring rather incredulously at Ki'tavi at such an action, as it seemed so far out of place from the rest of what she had been informed about humanity. Soon after, the cat-person captain performed another unusual action, except this one was directed towards her.
He praised her.
Praise was an exceedingly rare thing within the hive as each person was merely expected to do their job, having your role being approved by another was so rare as everyone was expected to work as hard as possible to the best of their abilities. "I-I.. Uh.. Was just doing what I was supposed.. to.. Hmm.." Bem blushed, unsure of how to appropriately react to such a statement as she had been certain that, after betraying her own queen, praise would never come her way in the rest of her life. The bee simply averted her gaze as it transformed from one of shock to one of shy embarrassment, away from the warrior, too red-faced to even look at him as she tried to decipher just why she had been chosen to receive such words of motivation. Her arms wrapping around her body as sub-consciously tried to hide herself
Birdsie
The God-Emperor of Mankind
Aergundias | Egrandia |
Reinhardt
Silver Wolf
"The emperor is a despot. He must be destroyed," Aergundias keened callously. "Let go of your attachment to the country's ruler, and serve its people. A ruler must serve his people - if he does not, if he rules for his benefit, then he is selfish and in many cases, he is evil. The good must punish the wicked. Through that, you can protect Espania. That is your calling, your purpose, Einherjar."
Soren countered what Aergundias said, to which the bird turned its eyes ardently to look at him. Its eyes glowed bright blue for a moment, then stopped. "There are eight-hundred and sixty soldiers in the king's castle. All armed and prepared to save civilians, but they are not being sent out to do it. They are inside, protecting their liege, even though should their numbers be halved the threat would be minimal. Do you think that is just rule?"
Reinhardt
Silver Wolf
"The emperor is a despot. He must be destroyed," Aergundias keened callously. "Let go of your attachment to the country's ruler, and serve its people. A ruler must serve his people - if he does not, if he rules for his benefit, then he is selfish and in many cases, he is evil. The good must punish the wicked. Through that, you can protect Espania. That is your calling, your purpose, Einherjar."
Soren countered what Aergundias said, to which the bird turned its eyes ardently to look at him. Its eyes glowed bright blue for a moment, then stopped. "There are eight-hundred and sixty soldiers in the king's castle. All armed and prepared to save civilians, but they are not being sent out to do it. They are inside, protecting their liege, even though should their numbers be halved the threat would be minimal. Do you think that is just rule?"
Fable
₮ⱧɆ ₥Ɏ₮Ⱨ, ₮ⱧɆ ⱠɆ₲Ɇ₦Đ, ₮ⱧɆ ₣₳฿ⱠɆ
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[/div][div class=flex][div class=text][div class=header]Veth[/div]
[div class=tags]Location: Feywild | Interaction: Holo-Cyrus/Troll (
Birdsie
) | Nearby/Mentioned [/div]
Veth raised a skeptical brow when she heard Cyrus describe Oberon, "This one severely doubts he will enjoy her company given her nature. This one shall give her opinions, but emotions she shall freely give to others."
She paused at the edge of the clearing once she reached it, she studied the bridge as she slowly approached it, not startled as a troll suddenly appeared demanding a fee to pass into Oberon's territory. She crossed her arms over her chest as she regarded the creature, it was only a few coppers that it demanded, yet she found it silly to be charged for such a thing. "What if this one refuses to pay?"[/div][/div][/div]
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[div class=tags]Location: Feywild | Interaction: Holo-Cyrus/Troll (
Birdsie
) | Nearby/Mentioned [/div]Veth raised a skeptical brow when she heard Cyrus describe Oberon, "This one severely doubts he will enjoy her company given her nature. This one shall give her opinions, but emotions she shall freely give to others."
She paused at the edge of the clearing once she reached it, she studied the bridge as she slowly approached it, not startled as a troll suddenly appeared demanding a fee to pass into Oberon's territory. She crossed her arms over her chest as she regarded the creature, it was only a few coppers that it demanded, yet she found it silly to be charged for such a thing. "What if this one refuses to pay?"[/div][/div][/div]
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Birdsie
The God-Emperor of Mankind
Holo-Cyrus | Feywild, Oberon's Forest |
Fable
The troll gave her a baffled look, then scratched the top of its head with its index finger. "Uh... I dunno," he said. "No one ever really... did that."
Holo-Cyrus appeared next to Veth. The troll didn't seem to care that much, beyond giving a curious look and raising a brow. Cyrus looked at the troll, planted his head in the palm of his hand, sighed resignedly and shook his head. "Why?" he asked, before disappearing.
Fable
The troll gave her a baffled look, then scratched the top of its head with its index finger. "Uh... I dunno," he said. "No one ever really... did that."
Holo-Cyrus appeared next to Veth. The troll didn't seem to care that much, beyond giving a curious look and raising a brow. Cyrus looked at the troll, planted his head in the palm of his hand, sighed resignedly and shook his head. "Why?" he asked, before disappearing.
Fable
₮ⱧɆ ₥Ɏ₮Ⱨ, ₮ⱧɆ ⱠɆ₲Ɇ₦Đ, ₮ⱧɆ ₣₳฿ⱠɆ
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[/div][div class=flex][div class=text][div class=header]Veth[/div]
[div class=tags]Location: Feywild | Interaction: Holo-Cyrus/Troll (
Birdsie
) | Nearby/Mentioned[/div]
Veth didn't even glance at Cyrus, but she could see his reaction out of the corner of her eyes and heard him ask 'why?' before vanishing. She didn't sigh or give any sign of exasperation towards the confused troll. "Very well then, this one shall cross the bridge," she stated plainly, though she didn't move as she wanted to see the troll's reaction to what she said. It could decide last second that it didn't like the idea of her not paying and attack, or it could try and destroy the bridge while she was half-way across. She heard some familiar giggling and wondered if there was an incoming prank or if the elusive fairies were amused by this scene.[/div][/div][/div]
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[div class=tags]Location: Feywild | Interaction: Holo-Cyrus/Troll (
Birdsie
) | Nearby/Mentioned[/div]Veth didn't even glance at Cyrus, but she could see his reaction out of the corner of her eyes and heard him ask 'why?' before vanishing. She didn't sigh or give any sign of exasperation towards the confused troll. "Very well then, this one shall cross the bridge," she stated plainly, though she didn't move as she wanted to see the troll's reaction to what she said. It could decide last second that it didn't like the idea of her not paying and attack, or it could try and destroy the bridge while she was half-way across. She heard some familiar giggling and wondered if there was an incoming prank or if the elusive fairies were amused by this scene.[/div][/div][/div]
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Reinhardt
huh
Bianca remained in silence as Soren spoke. Though she did not desire to agree with his words, they spoke of nothing but the truth. But more specifically, they caused her to remember a painful memory - the fall of the Einherjar.
They served Espania to the fullest, following every order from the higher ups without question. They stained their hands with blood, they dirtied their tongues with lies. All for their beloved nation.
And yet, in the end, they were discarded. Outcast. Thrown away like their were nothing but mere tools who has outlived their use.
Bianca clenched her fists. She could still feel the pain of betrayal. She could still hear the screams of her fellows.
Were they truly such? Mere instruments of the emperor? To do what he so desired? The thought of such wicked fate alone was enough to make her resolve waver.
"We...", Bianca said, her voice slightly trembling. "...we were..."
The lives of her comrades - no, her family were wasted. Not with honor, nor with glory. Rather, they were hunted, slaughtered, as if they were no more than animals.
Her grip on her blade was loosening. She was starting to lose reason to fight. She was beginning to fall into despair, if it weren't for Aergundias.
For some reason, the words that came from the bird's mouth gave fuel to a flickering ember within Bianca. She remembered one of the words her fellow Einherjar once spoke.
"We are puppets of no one. Not the emperor, nor the gods. We serve Espania."
That was...right. Their actions weren't for the emperor. It wasn't for his gain.
It was for their beloved land - Espania.
With renewed resolve, Bianca tightened her grip of her sword. She gazed upon the towering fortress where the Emperor hid, protected by the soldiers who swore oath not to him, but to their land.
She took a deep breath, then a step forward. Her gaze now laid on the path before her, leading towards the gates of the Imperial Fort.
"For Espania.", she spoke, her voice filled with ferocity, as she began to walk onward. "For the Einherjar!"
At last, what has been prophesied shall now begin - the Einherjar will bring the fall of his regime.
Birdsie
The God-Emperor of Mankind
Holo-Cyrus | Feywild, Oberon's Forest |
Fable
"No! Dumb idea!" The troll sharply disagreed, shaking his arms. He widened his stance, trying to cover up as much horizontal space on the bridge as possible, stretching his arms and legs. He gazed at Veth, visibly upset, as he made his case, ostensibly uncaring or oblivious to her own needs: "I need copper! How else I supposed to get food!?"
Cyrus appeared next to Veth. Upon letting out a holographic cloud of pipe smoke leave his lips, he imparted some wisdom upon her. "Cases like these pop up from time to time. The Feywild's residents have a tendency to be childish... as your back has experienced. Some of them are, frankly, too stupid to survive. This troll does not know how to provide to himself, so he relies on empty, if not malicious threats to get money to buy food. The good news is that if he buys food, that means there must be a town nearby. I'll leave this situation in your hands, Veth."
Fable
"No! Dumb idea!" The troll sharply disagreed, shaking his arms. He widened his stance, trying to cover up as much horizontal space on the bridge as possible, stretching his arms and legs. He gazed at Veth, visibly upset, as he made his case, ostensibly uncaring or oblivious to her own needs: "I need copper! How else I supposed to get food!?"
Cyrus appeared next to Veth. Upon letting out a holographic cloud of pipe smoke leave his lips, he imparted some wisdom upon her. "Cases like these pop up from time to time. The Feywild's residents have a tendency to be childish... as your back has experienced. Some of them are, frankly, too stupid to survive. This troll does not know how to provide to himself, so he relies on empty, if not malicious threats to get money to buy food. The good news is that if he buys food, that means there must be a town nearby. I'll leave this situation in your hands, Veth."
Fable
₮ⱧɆ ₥Ɏ₮Ⱨ, ₮ⱧɆ ⱠɆ₲Ɇ₦Đ, ₮ⱧɆ ₣₳฿ⱠɆ
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[/div][div class=flex][div class=text][div class=header]Veth[/div]
[div class=tags]Location: Feywild | Interaction: Holo-Cyrus/Troll (
Birdsie
) | Nearby/Mentioned[/div]
As Veth had assumed was a risk, the troll had become upset over the prospect of her crossing the bridge without payment. Cyrus appeared and smoked from his fake pipe, reminding her that this was a copy of Cyrus's mind and mannerisms, but not truly him inside. Childish was one way to describe the residents of this land, and this one did seem fairly moronic, but still desired to survive. She would have preferred to keep her coin, though not out of spite or anger towards to troll, but rather that she did not give in to threats or robbery.
She didn't want to kill the troll, it didn't seem like much of a threat, but she had also never really encountered one before. "This one wishes to strike a bargain," she began. "This one will pay you if you direct her to the nearest town across this bridge. This one will pay you one gold piece, which is worth much more than copper. Perhaps instead of being a common bandit, robbing others, you can offer services as a guide."
Veth didn't expect much understanding or even agreement from the creature regarding her negotiation.[/div][/div][/div]
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[div class=tags]Location: Feywild | Interaction: Holo-Cyrus/Troll (
Birdsie
) | Nearby/Mentioned[/div]As Veth had assumed was a risk, the troll had become upset over the prospect of her crossing the bridge without payment. Cyrus appeared and smoked from his fake pipe, reminding her that this was a copy of Cyrus's mind and mannerisms, but not truly him inside. Childish was one way to describe the residents of this land, and this one did seem fairly moronic, but still desired to survive. She would have preferred to keep her coin, though not out of spite or anger towards to troll, but rather that she did not give in to threats or robbery.
She didn't want to kill the troll, it didn't seem like much of a threat, but she had also never really encountered one before. "This one wishes to strike a bargain," she began. "This one will pay you if you direct her to the nearest town across this bridge. This one will pay you one gold piece, which is worth much more than copper. Perhaps instead of being a common bandit, robbing others, you can offer services as a guide."
Veth didn't expect much understanding or even agreement from the creature regarding her negotiation.[/div][/div][/div]
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Birdsie
The God-Emperor of Mankind
Holo-Cyrus | Feywild, Oberon's Forest |
Fable
Cyrus disappeared, content with Veth's answer to the troll.
The troll thought about her offer for a minute. He splayed his fingers, counting how much copper one golden coin was, before he nodded his head energetically. "Yes! That is very good. The castle of Queen Titania is just a few thousand steps north!" he exclaimed with joy. "Follow. Oohgie show you the way! My name is Oohgie... by the way."
The troll turned around and lumbered forward. For its flimsy mind, it seemed to have been blessed with more agility than one would suppose it had from how it appeared. He led Veth through paths she didn't think there were - through the insides of trees, or around tight caverns full of roots. It navigated its way around the roots and branches of trees without issue and it didn't seem like its movements were impaired by the limited visibility in the darkened corners of the forest.
The troll led the way across the forest for about eight minutes, then stopped and outstretched his hand to the right to stop Veth. "The hags," he informed her, hissing and stepping back.
On the road ahead of them was a small group of old, grotesquely wrinkled women with long noses, wearing clothing made from animal skins. They were converging around what looked like a tall elf, asking him questions in hushed voices.
The troll explained, "The hags are evil. They hurt Oohgie. They hurt Eladrin. Sometimes, Lesh... Le Shay come and scare the hags away, but not now. We must wait."
Whoever it was that these hags were 'hurting' right now didn't seem particularly bothered. It was hard to make out the exchange between him and the three witches, but they appeared to be having a verbal spar, going back and forth between them in a duel of insults that would eventually culminate and cause the eruption of a fight.
Fable
Cyrus disappeared, content with Veth's answer to the troll.
The troll thought about her offer for a minute. He splayed his fingers, counting how much copper one golden coin was, before he nodded his head energetically. "Yes! That is very good. The castle of Queen Titania is just a few thousand steps north!" he exclaimed with joy. "Follow. Oohgie show you the way! My name is Oohgie... by the way."
The troll turned around and lumbered forward. For its flimsy mind, it seemed to have been blessed with more agility than one would suppose it had from how it appeared. He led Veth through paths she didn't think there were - through the insides of trees, or around tight caverns full of roots. It navigated its way around the roots and branches of trees without issue and it didn't seem like its movements were impaired by the limited visibility in the darkened corners of the forest.
The troll led the way across the forest for about eight minutes, then stopped and outstretched his hand to the right to stop Veth. "The hags," he informed her, hissing and stepping back.
On the road ahead of them was a small group of old, grotesquely wrinkled women with long noses, wearing clothing made from animal skins. They were converging around what looked like a tall elf, asking him questions in hushed voices.
The troll explained, "The hags are evil. They hurt Oohgie. They hurt Eladrin. Sometimes, Lesh... Le Shay come and scare the hags away, but not now. We must wait."
Whoever it was that these hags were 'hurting' right now didn't seem particularly bothered. It was hard to make out the exchange between him and the three witches, but they appeared to be having a verbal spar, going back and forth between them in a duel of insults that would eventually culminate and cause the eruption of a fight.
Eagershadow3
Heretic
LostHaven
Loser's queue is real and it's coming for you.
Auriel || Forest Near Dungeon || Interacting with Kaze (
Silver Wolf
) || Nearby Kit (
One Mean Ghost
), Bem (
Noble Scion
), Drui (
Fable
), Natalie (
Prince_
), Ellis (
Birdsie
)Auriel sighed as she listened to Kaze's words. "Don't gamble with your life." She advised though Auriel reminded to herself that she wasn't allowed to give advice like that, especially after attempting to directly strike a death knight. For a moment, Auriel had considered Kit's order to wounded members to use the guild seal and retreat. "I can still provide support..." She muttered quietly.
The fallen angel watched as yet another one of Kaze's creatures began attempting to heal what wounds they could. Auriel noticed that the pain in her right shoulder was relieved significantly, though the blood flow didn't seem to slow. She moved her left hand over the wound and muttered an incantation. Golden light emanated from her left hand, and over the stab. By the time Auriel retracted her hand, the blood from her grievous wound had stopped gushing out uncontrollably.
She used her left arm to push herself back to her feet and scanned the area for her sword, which she spotted, lying where the death knight had struck Auriel to the ground. She retrieved the blade, though sheathed it immediately after. Auriel was in no shape to be using the Durandal's double-edged sword ability. At this point, it was more likely to kill Auriel than anyone else.
Auriel briefly listened to Natalie's words, agreeing to them much too quickly. She turned toward the tower, and without a word, began walking.
Lou followed Julia out of the library, and it wasn't long before Julia brought up the subject about Lou being a girl and whatnot. His face immediately went back to a bright red, as his brain attempted to process a reasonable sentence. "I w-who what I the what where..." He stuttered out an amalgamation of random words, failing to conceive a structurally sound sentence. "I-I-I'm a guy..." Lou finally muttered out. "You see, these robes are unisex a-and uh-" he continued to stumble on his words.
He stopped at the training yard, unable to come up with anything else to say. Mustering up all his courage, he repeated: "I'm a boy." This time, his voice was actually audible, and after saying this, he looked away, and began to stare at the ground, afraid to look Julia in the eye. "Oh, this is kinda awkward..."
Alice glazed over the various homuncu-maids that were working in the workshop. "New sisters?" She asked, somewhat puzzled by Ragna's words. "Apologies, I do not understand. I do not seem to have blood-relationship with those homunculi. Correction, I do not possess blood at all." She turned back to the coffin and despite its immense weight, pushed it upright. Faust kicked down the lid, which Alice managed to catch before it was allowed to hit the floor with a thud. After all, Alice had deduced that the homuncu-maids didn't appreciate loud noises. Especially because of those murderous glares they had given her earlier.
"Bloody hell. Now there's a hole in my chest." Faust complained, looking at the large tear in his cloak. Bending over, he picked out a loose bit of his shattered rib from inside the coffin. "Ok." He said blankly, tossing it behind him nonchalantly as if a random rib-bone wasn't a problem. "So, did you still want that demonstration?" Faust asked Ragna. "I may have to get back to Fort Black before Risa tears my limbs apart and feeds me to wolves."
Prince_
Member
Natalie ArcanecrylhikMentioned Aureil (
LostHaven
) | Nearby Kit (
One Mean Ghost
), Bem (
Noble Scion
), Drui (
Fable
), Ellis (
Birdsie
), Kaze (
Silver Wolf
) "See,Auriel get's it! Come on, let's move it, get off your lazy asses!" Natalie's body being commandeered by D'izzour ran after Auriel, gaining on them, until they slowed to run next to them. "So, you've got a plan when we enter that dungeon? Sneak in? Frontal Assault? Break threw the ceiling? Or are we just going to do our own thing and hope that we come out on top in the end?"
D'izzour let out a soft cackle to herself, thinking about all the way's the merry band of hero's could mess up. She grabbed her guns, and pulled back the hammers, and decided to spin the chambers for fun, while inspecting the area ahead, using her superior vision.
Attachments
One Mean Ghost
Your Ghost Host from the West Coast
Ki'Tavi
Fable
₮ⱧɆ ₥Ɏ₮Ⱨ, ₮ⱧɆ ⱠɆ₲Ɇ₦Đ, ₮ⱧɆ ₣₳฿ⱠɆ
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[/div][div class=flex][div class=text][div class=header]Veth[/div]
[div class=tags]Location: Feywild | Interaction: Holo-Cyrus/Oohgie the Troll (
Birdsie
) | Nearby/Mentioned[/div]
Veth was patient as the troll worked out the math, counting on fingers before happily agreeing to her deal. He exclaimed which direction the Queen's castle was and directed her to follow after him as she said he would lead the way there. She didn't feel she had a reason that she should suspect he was leading her into a trap. Just as Cyrus said, he was much too stupid, and was now very friendly with her after her offer of coin. She followed after her unexpected guide, and as she began to move forward after him, she heard unhappy chattering from the ones who had been observing her. They had probably hoped for something more interesting.
"Oohgie," she said with a small nod, "This one's name is Veth."
She followed after the troll that weaved through the obstructions with ease. She would have easily followed after him, but had brought her mount with her as she didn't want to abandon it cruelly, not to mention it carried most of her supplies within the saddlebags. When his hand shot out to deter her from continuing forward and he hissed out the word 'hags' she paused and looked around him in the direction he was staring. She saw the ugly elder women surrounding what appeared to be an elf like herself, only with blonde hair and green eyes.
Oohgie explained what the hags were and based on what he said, she didn't believe they'd be friendly like Oohgie. When she heard he mention the Le Shay she pondered why the hags would be scared of them. The one they were bothering now didn't seem scared of them. She didn't take Oohgie's advice to wait, she continued to walk forward. She would not allow a minor thing to delay her in her mission. Should these hags decide to trouble her, she would just have to trouble them back.[/div][/div][/div]
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[/div][div class=flex][div class=text][div class=header]Drui[/div]
[div class=tags]Location: Near Dungeon | Interaction: Ellis (
Birdsie
) | Nearby/Mentioned: Ki'Tavi (
One Mean Ghost
) Kaze & Co (
Silver Wolf
) Natalie (
Prince_
) Auriel (
LostHaven
) Bem (
Noble Scion
)[/div]
Drui was severely pissed at Ki'Tavi now. He completely ignored her! He was only focused on the dungeon and so she stood by Ellis absolutely seething at the dismissive feline. Ohh, she would teach him a lesson later if they survived this! For now, she needed to make sure Ellis really was able to continue onward, he'd been completely terrified and sputtering out weird things.
"Ellis, you don't really have to go if you don't feel up to it. I'm not sure what happened to you, but for you to be so distressed..." she didn't finish as Ki'Tavi barked out orders again and she glared daggers into his back.[/div][/div][/div]
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[div class=tags]Location: Feywild | Interaction: Holo-Cyrus/Oohgie the Troll (
Birdsie
) | Nearby/Mentioned[/div]Veth was patient as the troll worked out the math, counting on fingers before happily agreeing to her deal. He exclaimed which direction the Queen's castle was and directed her to follow after him as she said he would lead the way there. She didn't feel she had a reason that she should suspect he was leading her into a trap. Just as Cyrus said, he was much too stupid, and was now very friendly with her after her offer of coin. She followed after her unexpected guide, and as she began to move forward after him, she heard unhappy chattering from the ones who had been observing her. They had probably hoped for something more interesting.
"Oohgie," she said with a small nod, "This one's name is Veth."
She followed after the troll that weaved through the obstructions with ease. She would have easily followed after him, but had brought her mount with her as she didn't want to abandon it cruelly, not to mention it carried most of her supplies within the saddlebags. When his hand shot out to deter her from continuing forward and he hissed out the word 'hags' she paused and looked around him in the direction he was staring. She saw the ugly elder women surrounding what appeared to be an elf like herself, only with blonde hair and green eyes.
Oohgie explained what the hags were and based on what he said, she didn't believe they'd be friendly like Oohgie. When she heard he mention the Le Shay she pondered why the hags would be scared of them. The one they were bothering now didn't seem scared of them. She didn't take Oohgie's advice to wait, she continued to walk forward. She would not allow a minor thing to delay her in her mission. Should these hags decide to trouble her, she would just have to trouble them back.[/div][/div][/div]
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[div class=tags]Location: Near Dungeon | Interaction: Ellis (
Birdsie
) | Nearby/Mentioned: Ki'Tavi (
One Mean Ghost
) Kaze & Co (
Silver Wolf
) Natalie (
Prince_
) Auriel (
LostHaven
) Bem (
Noble Scion
)[/div]Drui was severely pissed at Ki'Tavi now. He completely ignored her! He was only focused on the dungeon and so she stood by Ellis absolutely seething at the dismissive feline. Ohh, she would teach him a lesson later if they survived this! For now, she needed to make sure Ellis really was able to continue onward, he'd been completely terrified and sputtering out weird things.
"Ellis, you don't really have to go if you don't feel up to it. I'm not sure what happened to you, but for you to be so distressed..." she didn't finish as Ki'Tavi barked out orders again and she glared daggers into his back.[/div][/div][/div]
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Birdsie
The God-Emperor of Mankind
Holo-Cyrus/Oohgie the Troll/Morrigan the Trickster | Feywild, Oberon's Forest |
Fable
As Veth approached them, Oohgie gasped. As she walked closer, she could make out the details of the conversation.
"Yes, Morrigan. If you give up your precious book, we'll let you go."
"Yesss, give us the book."
"Hand it over, Morrigan."
The elf-like man, apparently called Morrigan, spoke back, "Afraid not, witch. You should prepare yourself for a confrontation."
One of the hags hissed and spat at him with a sizzling green fluid. Morrigan nimbly evaded; not even his robe being stained by the acid spit. Another of the hags attacked with her claws from behind, but he side-stepped her attack then kicked back and made her recoil. His body poofed into green dust.
He re-appeared in midair, above one of the hags and fell on top of her, kicking her to the ground. She stopped moving, as he turned to look at the other two.
Morrigan spoke a word in an elven dialect that Veth couldn't recognize. His eyes glowed blue before a cloud of dust, like ink in water, poured from them and enveloped the old women. They instantly shrank to the size of wine glasses.
He smiled wryly, crouched down, picked up a pebble and threw it at one of them. The hags dodged and spoke words of magic, returning to their normal size.
"Curse you and your fairy magic, Morrigan! Take this!" One of the hags fired a bolt of lightning. Morrigan poofed and appeared behind her.
The witch attacked with her sharp nails, but he poofed again and appeared behind her.
It repeated.
Then the other witch intervened, but Morrigan poofed in such a place that the two hags scratched each other's faces. Instantly, they screamed in pain. It seemed like one of them gouged out the other's eye.
Morrigan, appearing ten meters away, released an uncontained laughter. "Genuinely didn't plan for that! Wow! You're so stupid it amazes me you even learned magic."
"We'll get you for this!" The hags began to run away, leaving behind their unconscious comrade.
The trickster magus turned around and stopped when he saw Veth. In less than a second, he asked, "You're not from here, are you? Are you an elf?"
Oohgie hesitantly stepped out from the bushes, but Morrigan didn't appear to be troubled by the appearance of a troll. Oohgie approached and stood behind Veth.
Holo-Cyrus appeared. "Morrigan, are they giving you trouble again?"
"All evidence to the contrary," the elf answered Cyrus, seemingly unperturbed by his see-through appearance. "Your books helped me a lot, old man. How long has it been? Fourty years?"
"Indeed." Holo-Cyrus turned to Veth. "This is an old friend, Veth. I know many people in this part of the forest, and many know me. I taught Morrigan how to use magic in the past. He's a bit immature - like everything here - but he's a good person."
Ellis | Near Dungeon > In Dungeon |
One Mean Ghost
Silver Wolf
Prince_
LostHaven
Noble Scion
"I'm fine," Ellis stated resignedly. His expression and voice didn't affirm what he said in the slightest.
"I had a... a vision, that's all. It was nothing. It was just a bit creepy. I'll forget about it," he lied, as he stood himself up. He could describe what he saw in grisly detail - the vision wasn't like a hazy dream, he was lucid during it. He looked at Drui and smiled weakly. "Thank you."
His thoughts would've lingered on that kiss from before, but the tragedies he just saw derailed the train of thought and swapped the tracks for a cheaper, less stable version. He followed into the dungeon, listening to Kit's order. He didn't really care that Kit slapped him. Even if he consciously focused on trying to feel a grudge, he couldn't.
Fable
As Veth approached them, Oohgie gasped. As she walked closer, she could make out the details of the conversation.
"Yes, Morrigan. If you give up your precious book, we'll let you go."
"Yesss, give us the book."
"Hand it over, Morrigan."
The elf-like man, apparently called Morrigan, spoke back, "Afraid not, witch. You should prepare yourself for a confrontation."
One of the hags hissed and spat at him with a sizzling green fluid. Morrigan nimbly evaded; not even his robe being stained by the acid spit. Another of the hags attacked with her claws from behind, but he side-stepped her attack then kicked back and made her recoil. His body poofed into green dust.
He re-appeared in midair, above one of the hags and fell on top of her, kicking her to the ground. She stopped moving, as he turned to look at the other two.
Morrigan spoke a word in an elven dialect that Veth couldn't recognize. His eyes glowed blue before a cloud of dust, like ink in water, poured from them and enveloped the old women. They instantly shrank to the size of wine glasses.
He smiled wryly, crouched down, picked up a pebble and threw it at one of them. The hags dodged and spoke words of magic, returning to their normal size.
"Curse you and your fairy magic, Morrigan! Take this!" One of the hags fired a bolt of lightning. Morrigan poofed and appeared behind her.
The witch attacked with her sharp nails, but he poofed again and appeared behind her.
It repeated.
Then the other witch intervened, but Morrigan poofed in such a place that the two hags scratched each other's faces. Instantly, they screamed in pain. It seemed like one of them gouged out the other's eye.
Morrigan, appearing ten meters away, released an uncontained laughter. "Genuinely didn't plan for that! Wow! You're so stupid it amazes me you even learned magic."
"We'll get you for this!" The hags began to run away, leaving behind their unconscious comrade.
The trickster magus turned around and stopped when he saw Veth. In less than a second, he asked, "You're not from here, are you? Are you an elf?"
Oohgie hesitantly stepped out from the bushes, but Morrigan didn't appear to be troubled by the appearance of a troll. Oohgie approached and stood behind Veth.
Holo-Cyrus appeared. "Morrigan, are they giving you trouble again?"
"All evidence to the contrary," the elf answered Cyrus, seemingly unperturbed by his see-through appearance. "Your books helped me a lot, old man. How long has it been? Fourty years?"
"Indeed." Holo-Cyrus turned to Veth. "This is an old friend, Veth. I know many people in this part of the forest, and many know me. I taught Morrigan how to use magic in the past. He's a bit immature - like everything here - but he's a good person."
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Ellis | Near Dungeon > In Dungeon |
One Mean Ghost
Silver Wolf
Prince_
LostHaven
Noble Scion
"I'm fine," Ellis stated resignedly. His expression and voice didn't affirm what he said in the slightest.
"I had a... a vision, that's all. It was nothing. It was just a bit creepy. I'll forget about it," he lied, as he stood himself up. He could describe what he saw in grisly detail - the vision wasn't like a hazy dream, he was lucid during it. He looked at Drui and smiled weakly. "Thank you."
His thoughts would've lingered on that kiss from before, but the tragedies he just saw derailed the train of thought and swapped the tracks for a cheaper, less stable version. He followed into the dungeon, listening to Kit's order. He didn't really care that Kit slapped him. Even if he consciously focused on trying to feel a grudge, he couldn't.
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