Novama
One Thousand Club
OOC: I took the liberty of setting on the characters in scene with common cause. We will keep a 4 day post frequency per round. Ask any and all questions. At present it is a free for all as far as who posts when so long as it is done within the next 4 days. Out of combat, action economy will be ignored, but be mindful to play within character limits otherwise. I repeat: ask any and all questions. Now would be a great time to talk among the characters and npc.
Time: Late afternoon
Weather: cool crisp breeze with a slight mist clinging to the forest floor
TLDR: rp started. the characters' travels are interrupted by a fae presenting them with a choice to prove themselves worthy of proceeding.
Mentions: TheTimePiece Elvario Daddy Dream
Listening:
The forest beyond the capital of the Fae See stirred with a quiet, watchful energy. The air shimmered faintly, as though brushed with the residue of ancient enchantments, and the trees rose impossibly high, their trunks twisting in shapes that resembled both nature and art. Silvered leaves whispered to one another, their rustling forming a melody that seemed to follow the trio walking along a narrow, meandering path.
Victorique led the way, her small frame moving with determined purpose. The halfling investigator had pieced together a trail from whispers and half-truths, her sharp eye catching clues others might overlook. The Spirit King was not where one might expect—his grand temple in the capital stood empty. Instead, rumors suggested his presence graced a lesser-known sanctuary nestled deep within these enchanted woods. To uncover the secrets she sought, Victorique pressed forward, her companions drawn into her orbit by fate or design.
Kane walked a step behind, the executioner’s dark cloak brushing the ground with each stride. His shadowy presence contrasted sharply with the bright and shifting colors of the forest, but his loyalty to Victorique and her strange mission was yet to be determined. What secrets the Spirit King might reveal, Kane would need to decide if they concerned him—his focus rested on the halfling’s safety and seeing her task through for the time being.
Cass trailed slightly apart, his bright eyes darting between the canopy above and the forest floor beneath. The elf boy had overheard Victorique's inquiries in the capital, her quest to find the Spirit King stirring something restless within him. If the Spirit King could grant answers, perhaps Cass could find his own—a place to belong, a purpose to root his wandering heart. Now he walked with them, his hands occasionally brushing against the spell-pouches at his belt as if the woods might demand his skills at any moment.
As they approached a clearing, the forest grew unnervingly still. The faint melody of the leaves ceased, and a single figure stepped into view, emerging from the silver haze. She was tall, with a presence that seemed to ripple like sunlight on water, her hair flowing in impossible colors. Her feet hovered just above the mossy ground, and in her arms, she cradled a creature no larger than a child—a fox with golden fur, its legs bound with shimmering cords that glowed faintly with runes.
“You seek the Spirit King,” the fae woman said, her voice light as a bell yet carrying an undeniable weight. “You cannot proceed without proving yourselves. This creature has been condemned for a crime it cannot confess. It has stolen what it may never return, though the tale is not its own to tell. Will you choose to release it to wander free and risk the wrath of those it wronged, or will you deliver it to judgment, knowing the truth may never be known?”
The clearing seemed to hold its breath, the moss beneath their feet soft yet unyielding, as if binding them in place. The fox’s eyes flickered open—gold meeting gold—and the faintest sound escaped its throat, a plea or a curse, impossible to tell.
The fae woman extended her arms, holding the fox between her hands like a fragile offering. “Speak your choice, travelers. Prove your worth to the Spirit King.”
Time: Late afternoon
Weather: cool crisp breeze with a slight mist clinging to the forest floor
TLDR: rp started. the characters' travels are interrupted by a fae presenting them with a choice to prove themselves worthy of proceeding.
Mentions: TheTimePiece Elvario Daddy Dream
Listening:
The forest beyond the capital of the Fae See stirred with a quiet, watchful energy. The air shimmered faintly, as though brushed with the residue of ancient enchantments, and the trees rose impossibly high, their trunks twisting in shapes that resembled both nature and art. Silvered leaves whispered to one another, their rustling forming a melody that seemed to follow the trio walking along a narrow, meandering path.
Victorique led the way, her small frame moving with determined purpose. The halfling investigator had pieced together a trail from whispers and half-truths, her sharp eye catching clues others might overlook. The Spirit King was not where one might expect—his grand temple in the capital stood empty. Instead, rumors suggested his presence graced a lesser-known sanctuary nestled deep within these enchanted woods. To uncover the secrets she sought, Victorique pressed forward, her companions drawn into her orbit by fate or design.
Kane walked a step behind, the executioner’s dark cloak brushing the ground with each stride. His shadowy presence contrasted sharply with the bright and shifting colors of the forest, but his loyalty to Victorique and her strange mission was yet to be determined. What secrets the Spirit King might reveal, Kane would need to decide if they concerned him—his focus rested on the halfling’s safety and seeing her task through for the time being.
Cass trailed slightly apart, his bright eyes darting between the canopy above and the forest floor beneath. The elf boy had overheard Victorique's inquiries in the capital, her quest to find the Spirit King stirring something restless within him. If the Spirit King could grant answers, perhaps Cass could find his own—a place to belong, a purpose to root his wandering heart. Now he walked with them, his hands occasionally brushing against the spell-pouches at his belt as if the woods might demand his skills at any moment.
As they approached a clearing, the forest grew unnervingly still. The faint melody of the leaves ceased, and a single figure stepped into view, emerging from the silver haze. She was tall, with a presence that seemed to ripple like sunlight on water, her hair flowing in impossible colors. Her feet hovered just above the mossy ground, and in her arms, she cradled a creature no larger than a child—a fox with golden fur, its legs bound with shimmering cords that glowed faintly with runes.
“You seek the Spirit King,” the fae woman said, her voice light as a bell yet carrying an undeniable weight. “You cannot proceed without proving yourselves. This creature has been condemned for a crime it cannot confess. It has stolen what it may never return, though the tale is not its own to tell. Will you choose to release it to wander free and risk the wrath of those it wronged, or will you deliver it to judgment, knowing the truth may never be known?”
The clearing seemed to hold its breath, the moss beneath their feet soft yet unyielding, as if binding them in place. The fox’s eyes flickered open—gold meeting gold—and the faintest sound escaped its throat, a plea or a curse, impossible to tell.
The fae woman extended her arms, holding the fox between her hands like a fragile offering. “Speak your choice, travelers. Prove your worth to the Spirit King.”