Fantasy Faereach City of Magicks (Now Accepting)

[CHIMNY]

"16! Your younger than I thought!" Varkov said as he laughed, "No thanks, Im not so low that I would fight a child." Varkov said as he realized his height, he blushed. "A lot of people hid a lot of things, but its no longer my problem, tell me if you change your mind." Varkov said as he began walking away.


@Domxx

 

[Mitchs98]

@Mitchs98
Falin followed close behind Malorn as they made their way to his apartment. Stepping inside, her crimson gaze quickly took in the new surroundings. It was big, far bigger than she could have expected anyway. He must have been pretty well off to be able to own such a place. She nodded as he explained the layout to her. For the most part, the Bosmer had a good idea of the purpose the more unfamiliar named rooms. But the TV...? Just what in Oblivion was a TV!? Bah, it didn't matter for the time being.


The Immortal shifted her shoulder slightly, remembering the weight of her bow and quiver. There wasn't much point in having these inside, let alone wearing her armor. She figured she would head upstairs and put them away until they head out again. Her gaze returned to Malorn as he offered food. "Yeah, that sounds nice." She hesitated a moment, blinking as if she forgot something. "I should probably mention . . . we Bosmer can't eat any kind of plant. You know, fruits, vegetables, grains . . . they're all off limits. If that's an issue then don't worry about it, I have plenty of stuff in my pack." Nor that dried, salted meat was overly appealing, but she'd make due. Wouldn't be the first time.

Malorn Drakanos

"No sandwiches? Your exsistance must be a painful one." He told her jokingly. "But, seriously, I'm sure I can find something you can eat." He added, walking towards the kitchen. "Feel free to put your things in your room, I'll be a bit." With a bit of effort due to his wings he managed his way into the kitchen. After knocking several things over he eventually gave up and dismissed his wings then proceeded to figure out what the hell to cook. Most of what he had was to make sandwiches with or fruit, and grain and fruit was out so..


Thankfully he had bacon and eggs, not exactly a five star meal or exactly lunch food but it'd have to do. He'd most likely have to buy more food later, seeing as bacon and eggs weren't exactly the best of meals. And thus he set to work cooking two packs of bacon and the entire carton of eggs. If anything, there would be left overs.

 

[Domxx]

"16! Your younger than I thought!" Varkov said as he laughed, "No thanks, Im not so low that I would fight a child." Varkov said as he realized his height, he blushed. "A lot of people hid a lot of things, but its no longer my problem, tell me if you change your mind." Varkov said as he began walking away.
@Domxx

Elsabeth narrowed her eyes at him but seemed startled as he walked away, "Wait! What?" She called, "Where are you going? I said I would be your partner!" She sounded like a whiny child. At the thought of finally being able to be around people her heart seemed like it was going to burst but she soon clicked back into her emotionless self.

 

[CHIMNY]

Varkov stopped in his tracks, "You gotta be more clear girl!" He walked back to her. "Good now that we are partners I gotta know your name, I am Varkov." He said as he extended an arm waiting for a handshake. Varkov was more sure of the girl now, he understood her a lot more. She has very few friends, she longed for approval. This girl sounded a lot like Varkov when he was younger. I gotta teach her somethings, she reminds me of myself, back when I was a whiny little helpless creature.


@Domxx

 

[Domxx]

Varkov stopped in his tracks, "You gotta be more clear girl!" He walked back to her. "Good now that we are partners I gotta know your name, I am Varkov." He said as he extended an arm waiting for a handshake. Varkov was more sure of the girl now, he understood her a lot more. She has very few friends, she longed for approval. This girl sounded a lot like Varkov when he was younger. I gotta teach her somethings, she reminds me of myself, back when I was a whiny little helpless creature.
@Domxx

Elsabeth sighed, finding the whole partnership tiring already. "My name is Elsabeth." She said, shaking his hand. She was reluctant about partnering with an old man that she just met, but did she have any other choice? She was lonely. Her heart was still there, she still had feelings, she just couldn't show them.

 

[CHIMNY]

"Great! First order of business! We gotta set up shop and storage, do you know any places?" Varkov asked enthusiastically.


@Domxx

 

[Domxx]

"Great! First order of business! We gotta set up shop and storage, do you know any places?" Varkov asked enthusiastically.
@Domxx

Elsabeth twirled her hair around her finger once again, "I don't know anything about this place. I hardly ever leave home." She admitted, staring right at him. She started walking, "We'll have to look around." She suggested.

 

[KageYuuki]

@Mitchs98


Falin couldn't help but chuckle at his joke. "Oh believe me, the smell of fresh baked breads or all those cakes and pies people always talk about . . . It's difficult sometimes." She nodded as Malorn said he would be awhile and made her way upstairs. Slipping into the guest room, she quickly examined the room. A large bed, dark wooden dresser and desk, and a closet made up the bedroom. It was nice and would be more than enough for however long she would end up here.


A quiet jingling could be heard as she removed her bow and quiver and laid them on top the dresser. A belt holding her bone dagger and various pouches followed next. The stiff vambraces that guarded her arms were tossed onto the dresser as calf high boots were pulled off. She may have been used to staying in her armor for long periods of time, but that didn't make it anymore comfortable. The cuirass and stiff leather shirt were last. Tight cloth bindings on her chest were the only thing left on her torso. The Bosmer sighed and stretched, it felt good to be rid of the armor for awhile.


The large ghostly form of a spectral direwolf faded into view at her side. The main thing that set this one apart from the others was the satchels he carried. Digging through one of them, she retrieved some more comfortable clothes and quickly got dressed. Soft leather pants and a silk tunic dyed an emerald green. Golden vines had been carefully embroidered along the hem and a dark leather belt cinched it at her waist. The short sleeves of the tunic showed off most of the tattoos that covered her right arm. An intricate knot work of vines wove their way around her entire arm in a dark sleeve.


It's probably a good thing you bounce back so quickly from stuff like . . . whatever it was that happened to us. Dereth's voice said in the back of her mind. Do you have any idea where we ended up yet?


Malorn said this city is called Faereach. Falin looked out the window studying the expansive city.


Speaking of Malorn Necrirti chimed in, I would be careful with him. A powerful demonic aura surrounds him.


A frown tugged at the corners of Falin's mouth. Sensing auras wasn't something in her repetoire, she was always thankful for Necrirti's ability to pick up on such things. Pain in the ass or not, he was still completely loyal to both her and Dereth. "I see," she replied in a low voice. "I'll have to keep my eye on him." From experience she knew the auras of the divine and demonic didn't exactly blend all that well. She'd prefer things didn't devolve into a fight between the two of them. Turning, she made her way back downstairs.

 

[CHIMNY]

Varkov followed her, floating a few feet above ground the whole way, "Do you have money? We could rent an apartment. Or break into one, or force someone to give it to us, or find an abandoned building." Varkov shut up as he noticed he was talking to much.


@Domxx

 

[Domxx]

Varkov followed her, floating a few feet above ground the whole way, "Do you have money? We could rent an apartment. Or break into one, or force someone to give it to us, or find an abandoned building." Varkov shut up as he noticed he was talking to much.
@Domxx

"Where would I get money from if I never leave the house?" She asked. She considered turning into a bat so she didn't have to walk anymore but she'd just used up all of her energy transforming to and from her different forms. "Why don't we just force someone to give it to us?" She suggested after a while.

 

[CHIMNY]

(gonna crash now, will post tomorrow)

 

[Domxx]

(@CHIMNY okey dokey~)

 

[Godhowsae]

The crowds had all been dispersing, and Klaus finally caught sight of the young girl. Her salmon colored ponytail was distant, but in moments it was right next to him, as he appeared just behind her.


"Exciting enough for you? These people certainly have some strange customs".





Klaus noted that while stretching his arms in to the air, and walking around the area. He didn't hate crowds, but it was certainly true that he much preferred what solitude could offer. He was expected, of course, to consort with those of lower birth, but the thought of having to share the same space as those degenerates that referred to themselves as non-humans was appalling at best.

 

[Colt556]

He slowly looked around, the dispersing crowd telling him that the festivities were over and he truly had missed everything. All that was left were the more eager fans crowding around this 'Ruidoso' fellow, the apparent victor of this match. He watched as one particularly eager fan wormed his way through the crowd in order to get closer to the luchadore. It was at that moment that he heard someone speaking behind him and quickly spun on his heels. Upon seeing who it was he let out a small breath he didn't even realize he had been holding. "Klaus... you startled me." With Klaus' remark he cast another quick look over the carnage-strewn streets before offering a small shake of his head. He cast an upwards glance at the boy before him, disappointment clear as day in his eyes. "Not even close, I missed all the fun parts. We have to keep looking, I wont be satisfied until we've found something new and exciting." Without even waiting for the other boy's response Wil once more made his way down the street, ever hopeful that his search will come to fruition.

 

[Mitchs98]

@Mitchs98
Falin couldn't help but chuckle at his joke. "Oh believe me, the smell of fresh baked breads or all those cakes and pies people always talk about . . . It's difficult sometimes." She nodded as Malorn said he would be awhile and made her way upstairs. Slipping into the guest room, she quickly examined the room. A large bed, dark wooden dresser and desk, and a closet made up the bedroom. It was nice and would be more than enough for however long she would end up here.


A quiet jingling could be heard as she removed her bow and quiver and laid them on top the dresser. A belt holding her bone dagger and various pouches followed next. The stiff vambraces that guarded her arms were tossed onto the dresser as calf high boots were pulled off. She may have been used to staying in her armor for long periods of time, but that didn't make it anymore comfortable. The cuirass and stiff leather shirt were last. Tight cloth bindings on her chest were the only thing left on her torso. The Bosmer sighed and stretched, it felt good to be rid of the armor for awhile.


The large ghostly form of a spectral direwolf faded into view at her side. The main thing that set this one apart from the others was the satchels he carried. Digging through one of them, she retrieved some more comfortable clothes and quickly got dressed. Soft leather pants and a silk tunic dyed an emerald green. Golden vines had been carefully embroidered along the hem and a dark leather belt cinched it at her waist. The short sleeves of the tunic showed off most of the tattoos that covered her right arm. An intricate knot work of vines wove their way around her entire arm in a dark sleeve.


It's probably a good thing you bounce back so quickly from stuff like . . . whatever it was that happened to us. Dereth's voice said in the back of her mind. Do you have any idea where we ended up yet?


Malorn said this city is called Faereach. Falin looked out the window studying the expansive city.


Speaking of Malorn Necrirti chimed in, I would be careful with him. A powerful demonic aura surrounds him.


A frown tugged at the corners of Falin's mouth. Sensing auras wasn't something in her repetoire, she was always thankful for Necrirti's ability to pick up on such things. Pain in the ass or not, he was still completely loyal to both her and Dereth. "I see," she replied in a low voice. "I'll have to keep my eye on him." From experience she knew the auras of the divine and demonic didn't exactly blend all that well. She'd prefer things didn't devolve into a fight between the two of them. Turning, she made her way back downstairs.

Malorn Drakanos

Malorn had finished cooking soon after Falin had made her way down the stairs, coming out of the kitchen he held a decent sized metal bowl of eggs and a platter as full as it could possibly be with bacon. Placing it down on the table he glanced over to Falin, "Unfortunately I usually don't cook. Most of what I had was either fruit or ingredients for a sandwich so..eggs and bacon it was." He told her, dissapearing into the kitchen to come back with some iced tea. Surely, tea would be fine, right?


"Don't worry about having to eat everything, it'll keep fine in the refridgerator. I'll go out and buy other food you can eat later." He told her as he sat down at the small dining table. He wondered momentarily if she knew what a refridgerator was, but figured she didn't considering she was running around in dragon scale armor prior to meeting him.

 

[Retro109]

Eisuke

"Necrirti. Wait, Necrirti? That's impossible. Father told me Necrirti was with- Falin..."


Eisuke had sensed a powerful, yet familiar aura, one that belonged to his uncle Reiko's spear: Necrir's counterpart. Necrirti, Necrosis' right hand blade, had morphed with a Spirit named Dereth in life, and he had been in the Spirit Purge (where all Spirits went after their Being had died) for hundreds of years. He was summoned back by Reiko and rejoined with his love: Falin, an immortal, supposedly harbouring the powers of a goddess. Detzui never found out where she was from, but she was definitely foreign. What would she be doing here?

 

[KageYuuki]

@Mitchs98


A smile played on the Bosmer's lips as all sorts of delicious scents filled the air. Bacon and eggs? Far from foreign to her and certainly delicious. "Don't worry about it, it looks great." She said, flashing him a fanged smile. Falin wasn't overly sure what was in the pitcher Malorn had brought out, it kind of looked like tea though. Not that it was a big deal. No need to make a scene about it or anything.


Her crimson gaze shifted to him as he mentioned the refrigerator. Nope, the Bosmer didn't have the slightest idea what he was talking about but didn't overly feel like questioning it for the time being. Technology wasn't overly advanced on Nirn. Perhaps it was due to how extensively magic was used? It was hard to say.


||Falin|| Necrirti's voice echoed around the room from seemingly nowhere. ||There's a Chain Meister in this city, a Steel Meister no less. I wonder what brings him out here . . . ?|| The Spirit's voice began to wane as he mused.


Falin massaged the bridge of her nose, sublety was far from one of Necrirti's fortes. Though a Chain Meister... Where had she heard that term before? "Don't mind Necrirti," she said finally. "Sometimes I don't think he even knows everyone can hear him."


||I can still hear you,|| The Spirit replied in a flat voice.

 

[Dunkenstein]

@SkippyGranola

Faereach State Building - Ruined Plaza Crater Slash Impromptu Dragon Grave

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El Ruidoso de Marad was occupied! Sorting through the ladies that all wanted a piece of him was indeed far more trying than wrestling a gigantic man mountain monster! As it stood, when his to-be-acolyte came up to him, El Ruidoso was basking in the camera glory while simultaneously arranging a large group of ladies into a single file line.


"Ah yes, you, you go... here. You, senorita, have left a bra in the ring! Perhaps you had best retrieve it! Ah, you with the red hair! Right here, please! Blonde senorita, please, third, and under no circumstances remove such fine jewelry. And... ohhh, your bosom fills my mind with images of the pillows of heaven! Please! To the very front!"


BUT THEN, El Ruidoso was ACCOSTED! The ruffian! The FIEND! Oh! He was not, in fact, trying to break the manly rules of wrestling! No! For he was but a disciple-to-be! And El Ruidoso was not an unkind man!


"Mine companero!" he boomed, looking down at the man prostrating himself on the floor. "Of COURSE I will teach you! Please! Rise! Your training must be proper! Your training must be gruelling! Your training must hone your body, your mind, and your soul, without the aid of such petty things as 'magic'! And you must have appropriate THEME MUSIC!" On that dramatic proclamation, El Ruidoso stuck his hand in the air, one finger outstretched, as though to make a point of it. "One that conveys who you are with dramatic aplomb, while not being so edgy you could put a door on it and call it a razor blade factory!"

 

[Mitchs98]

@Mitchs98
A smile played on the Bosmer's lips as all sorts of delicious scents filled the air. Bacon and eggs? Far from foreign to her and certainly delicious. "Don't worry about it, it looks great." She said, flashing him a fanged smile. Falin wasn't overly sure what was in the pitcher Malorn had brought out, it kind of looked like tea though. Not that it was a big deal. No need to make a scene about it or anything.


Her crimson gaze shifted to him as he mentioned the refrigerator. Nope, the Bosmer didn't have the slightest idea what he was talking about but didn't overly feel like questioning it for the time being. Technology wasn't overly advanced on Nirn. Perhaps it was due to how extensively magic was used? It was hard to say.


||Falin|| Necrirti's voice echoed around the room from seemingly nowhere. ||There's a Chain Meister in this city, a Steel Meister no less. I wonder what brings him out here . . . ?|| The Spirit's voice began to wane as he mused.


Falin massaged the bridge of her nose, sublety was far from one of Necrirti's fortes. Though a Chain Meister... Where had she heard that term before? "Don't mind Necrirti," she said finally. "Sometimes I don't think he even knows everyone can hear him."


||I can still hear you,|| The Spirit replied in a flat voice.

Malorn Drakanos

Malorn nodded and poured them both a glass of tea, gesturing to the chair across from him. "Please, help yourself." He offered, grabbing a piece of bacon for himself from the plate. He arched a brow mid-bite with his mouth hung open as he heard a voice in the room that wasn't either of them saying something about a 'chain meister'...whatever the hell that was. "Who..the..hell?" He muttered, looking around the room.


Thankfully, Falin soon introduced the voice as Necrirti clearing up all confusion he had on the subject! Not..really. "Who is..Necrirti? I wasn't aware anyone else came in with us." He asked her, heavily confused. One would assume he would make the connection that Falin was, infact, a spirit shaman of sorts and that the voice originated due to her. But, assuming isn't exactly a smart thing to do.

 

[KageYuuki]

@Mitchs98


Falin sat at the table, happily taking some eggs and bacon. She looked up at Malorn as he asked about Necrirti. "How to explain him..." She'd admit that she didn't exactly have the greatest grasp on the entire Spirit, Soul situation.


||Why don't I explain it?|| Dereth's voice could be heard throughout the room before a violet silhouette of a male Bosmer appeared at Falin's side. He nodded to Malorn before continuing. "You can just call me Dereth if you wish. But before I can really explain what Necrirti is, it's best to tell you about the laws in place that created him and I." The Spirit's hand gently rested on Falin's shoulder. "When a Being dies, their Soul and Spirit are separated. The Soul can go to an afterlife for a time or be immediately reborn as an angel or demon. A Spirit gains an element and can then be summoned to a being's aid. Necrirti is a Spirit created by Necrosis, the goddess or destruction, to be one of her weapons. When my soul and spirit were separated, Necrirti and I became bound together. Though how and why, neither of us really know."


||Unless Dereth or even Falin were to call on me as a weapon, I can't exactly appear like he can|| Necriti added.


"I won't lie, it's complicated and not overly something I have the greatest grasp on." Falin said, her gaze had turned to Dereth. "Though I should probably add that Dereth was my husband many years ago . . . "


The Spirit at her side nodded, "It was well over a hundred years after my passing before I was called to her side with the help of a mage. Though now I can fight at her side on a much more equal footing than I could in life."

Spoiler

Retro109, the player that controls Eisuke, is the one that created this lore. Not me. Falin was in a different RP that had characters of his, hence the reason she now has Dereth and more importantly Necrirti with her

 

[pbtenchi]

@Drumonkey Ralzanoth searches through the book thoroughly. "Aha! A ruthless immortal in egypt! I even drew a picture!" Shows book to dru, contains a detailed sketch of a hippopotamus.

 

[Mitchs98]

@Mitchs98
Falin sat at the table, happily taking some eggs and bacon. She looked up at Malorn as he asked about Necrirti. "How to explain him..." She'd admit that she didn't exactly have the greatest grasp on the entire Spirit, Soul situation.


||Why don't I explain it?|| Dereth's voice could be heard throughout the room before a violet silhouette of a male Bosmer appeared at Falin's side. He nodded to Malorn before continuing. "You can just call me Dereth if you wish. But before I can really explain what Necrirti is, it's best to tell you about the laws in place that created him and I." The Spirit's hand gently rested on Falin's shoulder. "When a Being dies, their Soul and Spirit are separated. The Soul can go to an afterlife for a time or be immediately reborn as an angel or demon. A Spirit gains an element and can then be summoned to a being's aid. Necrirti is a Spirit created by Necrosis, the goddess or destruction, to be one of her weapons. When my soul and spirit were separated, Necrirti and I became bound together. Though how and why, neither of us really know."


||Unless Dereth or even Falin were to call on me as a weapon, I can't exactly appear like he can|| Necriti added.


"I won't lie, it's complicated and not overly something I have the greatest grasp on." Falin said, her gaze had turned to Dereth. "Though I should probably add that Dereth was my husband many years ago . . . "


The Spirit at her side nodded, "It was well over a hundred years after my passing before I was called to her side with the help of a mage. Though now I can fight at her side on a much more equal footing than I could in life."

Spoiler

Retro109, the player that controls Eisuke, is the one that created this lore. Not me. Falin was in a different RP that had characters of his, hence the reason she now has Dereth and more importantly Necrirti with her


Malorn Drakanos

Malorn was unfazed as Dereth appeared before him, it was more normal and less concerning than a voice come out of absolutely freaking no where. He listened intently as Dereth spoke, by the time he was done it...didn't even really clear up any confusion whatsoever. But at-least he confirmed her to be a Spirit shaman of sorts and that he hadn't finally lost his mind.


He nodded thoughtfully when they finished speaking, "That's..interesting. I can say I've heard of similar cases in the past but I don't really understand any of it myself. That said they've been far and few between." He replied. "Admittedly it didn't really clear up confusion, but rather it brings up several questions. Those can wait for later, however. It is..interesting to see a Spirit Shaman of sorts. It's been well over five hundred years since I have, my how time flies.." He added, trailing off slightly at the end as if remembering something.

 

[SkippyGranola]

Shiro Majima


El Ruidoso de Marad's words struck Shiro like a gold-plated stamp on a passport. Leaping up on his feet and grinning widely, Shiro handed a small pouch filled with tarnished coins to his new master.


"Please accept this as a token of my appreciation, master! I'll only take all of your teachings with me as payment! Gyahaha!!!"


Shiro Majima flicked his chin with one thumb and held his arms behind his head. As he spoke, Shiro paced nonchalantly around El Ruidoso.


"Now, master, I'm already trained. I know my discipline and my morning workouts, yeah? I learned my paces and did my work, an' I did it without usin' a lick of magic! I don't need to learn how to bend my leg behind my arm again, an' I don't wanna learn how to not feel the cold-- I already done that twice now! Let's get right to the soul and technique training? I've got more'n enough strength and speed to take what you can give, an' I wanna learn how you do all that high-flying shit. I got the determination to do it, an' I'm quick enough to know it!"


Shiro thought back to his training back in his homelands. That was rough! Whatever El Ruidoso could throw at him, he'd be able to take it. If he could take The Gauntlet of a Thousand Blows, he could take anything!


"So, where do you wanna start first? We ain't getting anywhere mooching to the cameras like this, you know?"


@Dunkenstein

 

[KageYuuki]

@Mitchs98


Falin tilted her head slightly before resting her chin on interlocked fingers. It seemed she had found another immune to the flow of time, how interesting. "I didn't mean to cause more confusion, though I guess it's to be expected with a topic like that." She sighed, giving a small shrug. "Really, I'm not exactly qualified to give a decent explanation on the topic. You're better off tracking down a Spirit Mage or Chain Meister."


The Bosmer rubbed the back of her head, thinking on how he called her a spirit shaman. That wasn't what she was, far from it in fact. Though if Necrirti had picked up on Malorn holding such a strong demonic power, part of her wondered if she should even mention her real role. I don't think I would call myself a spirit shaman. Just . . . someone who's picked up a few tricks over the course of their life."

 

[Drumonkey]

@Drumonkey Ralzanoth searches through the book thoroughly. "Aha! A ruthless immortal in egypt! I even drew a picture!" Shows book to dru, contains a detailed sketch of a hippopotamus.

"Why is there a hippopotamus? That sounded cool then it sort of went down hill... are you sure that is the correct image?" Dru asked in a slightly down voice.