I - The Beginning of The End

[yoikes]

The Creator took the appearance of an old wanderer, one who looks so tired and so poor. He learned from the previous time he went down to Kallum that it best not to attract attention. He missed his handsome young look, but he doesn't have time to fight bandits who want to steal his equipment and time to push all the girls who want to kiss his face.


He hiked down from the top of the highest mountain in the northern range, a place that had never been touched by any mortal. Thousands of years ago there was nothing bur forest, now at the bottom of the mountain there stood a small town. The Creator, on his form, was ignored by the townspeople. Some do give him a weird look, as they realize that this old man came from the direction of the northern mountains. But they did not ask, which is good.


The Creator entered the town's tavern, he found it funny that the tavern is built at the same place as where he met the Crows and the Dove before. Now he's about to meet them again.


An old man approached him, as he sat in the corner. His smile looked forced, and he looked at him with an uneasiness. Maybe he thought that he will not be able to pay. The old man took out a small bag made out of fabric, it looked dirty and almost empty. He put it on the table and opened it. He picked and put a couple of rocks before, now it has turned into gold. The old man gave him a greedy look, with a big smile put on his face. He said, in a very polite manner, that he'll bring out the best food and drink that he can produce.


Oh, mortals.


The Creator patiently wait for his lunch and for his guests.

 

[Finalshine23]

Akechi woke up from his nap and he was starving, is stomach growled like the roar of a lion this. He got up off his bed and walked into the kitchen as he looked on all his shelves he realized he had no food he punched the table in anger he wasn't even fully awake yet but he was angry. He went back to his room and reached under his bed and took out 6 gold coins and one silver as he was leaving he decided to leave in his outfit but it looked a little too much so he change into some workers clothes and a cloak . And took his sword just in case something fun happened.


He left the house and was instantly blinded by the sun due to him having one candle in his house. He walked out of his town to the one nearby and as he left the kids looked at him as they always do, with a needy look. So he threw a silver coin to them " Your welcome" and they shouted back thanks, mister. This happened all the time and he would be rich if it wasn't for those kids or so he thought.


He entered the town to the west of him and walked into the tavern, instantly his eyes locked on to the old wanderer and he felt weird so he sat next to the man and ordered some food. He kept glancing at the man for a reason he couldn't explain. Soon he was getting frustrated flew up out of his seat  and asked the man who he was a bit too loud. As he looked around and saw everyone staring he sat down slowly and asked the old man the question again but quieter and with a fabricated smile.


@too much idea

 

[TheHufflepuffRabbit]

@too much idea @Finalshine23


- Callum O'Malley -


  It had been a rather interesting morning for the giant. 


  So far, in the span of thirty minutes, he had rescued three cats from trees, apologized profusely for nearly stepping on people six times, and, most embarrassingly, shouted "hello" to a passing pickpocket. All of this to get into a tavern. That he didn't even fit into. So, when he arrived, he searched the area for a forty-foot-tall door, and, upon failing, shrugged and sat outside, his legs crossed. He could see a couple people inside; maybe they would point him in the right direction. 


  Callum crouched down, tilting his head so he could see through the window. There was an old man in the back of the tavern, someone who just....intrigued him. Hm. Interesting. 


  "U-Um....hello....?" he muttered, his voice sounding rather loud to everyone else, seeing as he was seven plus times taller than all of the people in the tavern. "I....I was wondering if I could talk to the bartender. I-I would like to get something to dr—no, no, no, no, no! D-Don't run away, sir...! I would like some help, please....." The poor guy sitting by the window had a clear view of Callum's amber eye, blinking occasionally as he searched the room for....well....whoever had contacted him. And of course, he had freaked. Wilting slightly, Callum moved away from the window, sighing and looking at the sky. Oh well. 

 

[Skryx]

Srin wandered the streets of the small town she had arrived in, on the look out for food. She'd just finished her latest job, escorting a caravan of goods to this very town. It had been an easy job, only one would-be robbery attempt by a troop of bandits that she had quickly sent packing. She hadn't even needed to draw her weapon. Easy money, she thought, idly jingling the bag of newly obtained coins. She had split off from her tribe about a month or two earlier to go on her own for a bit. She missed the companionship of her fellow Beastkin, the humans she had worked with were almost fragile to her, and wary. 


Pity. 


She turned the corner to where she had been told there was a tavern by her ex-employer. Interesting. There appeared to be a giant outside it. Curiously, she made her way over to him.


"You look forlorn, friend," she commented, a little loudly to sure he heard. 


@Fem the Huffling Riceball

 

[AngelOfTheMourning]

Magnus Verasmus 


[SIZE=14.6667px]Magnus detested [/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]settlements such as these. The mix of the races made him uneasy and he constantly turned over his shoulder to ensure his heavy cloak was trailing on the ground as it should. From youth the Winged Ones were schooled on the value of their wings, for flight, for their way of life and of how most races viewed them as better off detached from their backs. If he had his way he’d be far from here, home among his people by his prince’s side. But he was here, tasked with fetching a rare herb that grew in the valley of the Northern mountains. And he had it, but he dared not leave without refreshing his supplies and the merchant had told him it would take another day to compile what he’d requested. [/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.6667px]It seemed to him now that he was trapped for another day, the best way to spend his time was in the dim of the tavern. He could eat and find refuge in one of the upper rooms, hopefully with enough privacy to stretch his wings. And wash his hair if he were lucky. As he approached the building he was a bit put off to see a giant sitting beside the building with a rather svelte looking beastkin woman chatting him up. He hurried past them, having little desire to join any such conversation. [/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.6667px]He made his way to the counter, eyes forward and a look of utter disinterest on his features. Men and women alike typically tried to have a go at him in places like this, but the heavy hood on his clock would hopefully grant him a modicum of anonymity. The barkeep accepted his order but seemed to have very little interest in hurrying it out so Magnus made his way to a table in the back of the room, regrettably just behind one occupied by an old man and a human with very little understanding of what an ‘indoor’ voice was. [/SIZE]



[SIZE=14.6667px]He leaned far back into the shadows and took a moment to rest his eyes. The procurement of the mountain flower had been taxing for the long journey alone. The added stress of being discovered only added to his exhaustion and had made him homesick and somber. He wanted to sleep a few hours and then take flight in the dim of the morning. With any luck he’d be able to sup with his kinsman. [/SIZE]

 

[tane5naoki]

Barriff Summitcrown


A great voice roused Barriff Summitcrown from his slumber, causing him to sit upright. Someone outside was shouting for the bartender, and Barriff was mostly sure it hadn't been a dream. He jumped out of bed and crossed the floor of his inn room and peered out the window. Across the street from his inn, at the tavern he had supped at the night before, a giant sat, talking to a passerby. He rubbed his eyes and stretched, turning around he found his way to the separate, closet like room that held his chamber pot. He made short work of relieving himself before starting his day. He found lukewarm water waiting outside his chambers, which he poured into his basin, and began to wash himself. He wet his tangled mass of hair, calmly pulling out a velvet bag from his chest of personal items. Inside was a simple mirror of beaten silver, which he used to carefully comb out his beard and hair, using a comb crafted of silver as well. Once he had tamed the unruly mess he began the process of braiding his beard, adding in the gold and emerald rings every third twist, locking the ornate style in place. For a final touch he pulled his hair back and pinned it in place with a matching gold and emerald hair brooch.


He smiled at himself in his mirror, then turned to the chest and picked out his clothing. From the rich fabrics he choose a velvet doublet, once again sporting his favorite colors, deep emerald green and golden stitching. A pair of brown cloth breeches and his riding boots, worn and muddy from his travels the day before. They had arrived in this northern town late in the afternoon, but he had purchased the room and was even able to attract some business before he turned in. He was pleased with his sales, and pleased with the people of this town. They were pleasant, and so willing to buy his bobbles and trinkets. He was glad he stopped here before heading south again. Properly dressed he decided it was time to inform his companion of his intentions to break his fast in the tavern, and to find out why there was a giant sitting outside.


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Heather Stormheart


 Heather Stormheart, on the other hand, had been awoken the moment the sun's light had hit her face. She was still unused to an employer who not only paid her the wages he promised, but also insisted on paying for her to have her own private room and meals. "As long as you're in my employ, I will treat you as well, if not better, than any other employer you've had in the past." He always told her. Lord Summitcrown wasn't lying when he said that.


She began her morning the way she always did. She was awake with the staff, whom she found filling pitchers of water from the well. She smiled and asked for two of the pitchers, which they granted with no fuss. The less they had to haul up to the top floor of the inn the better. She carried one pitcher to the end of the hallway, placing it beside Lord Summitcrown's door, where she knew it would get the most sunlight to heat up. Hers she took to her room and filled her basin and washed the dirt from the road off of her skin, her bare flesh rising into gooseflesh as the cold water touched her in the cold morning air. She took this time to pray, offering her supplications to the Creator, thanking him for everything he had done for her. Getting them to the town safely, providing a good night of business for Lord Summitcrown, sending her to Lord Summitcrown so that she may work and provide for herself with such a benevolent employer.


She praised him for his works, the land he had created and the peace he had helped to forge. Finally, she ended her prayer, having dressed herself and standing before her window, with her sword in her hand, she asked the Creator to show her the way he had intended for her, so that one day she would understand why the events of her life had transpired the way they had. As she opened her eyes, a single tear fell onto her blade, and she looked at her reflection. Her brown eyes were sad, and she knew today was going to be a day that she couldn't shake the sadness away. She wiped the tear off the blade and sheathed it, suddenly hearing footsteps in her employers room, she knew he would come knocking soon. She quickly packed her items back into her saddle bags, it was just a few things, her whetstone and oil rags, which she had been using to maintain her equipment. Her armor was already rolled up into its own sack, which she shouldered. She was sure he would want to leave town that day, he didn't want to get caught in any weather, he said. This far north, there could always be weather, he was always saying.


She heard his door open and she hurried over and opened her own, holding everything she owned in two bundles. "Ah, good, you're already awake," He said, "Leave your things here, I am off to break my fast in that tavern across the way, and I would like it if you could join me." He waited patiently for her to heed his commands. "I trust you slept well, the mattresses here are feather! I felt as though I was sleeping on the clouds."


Heather smiled and said, "It was very pleasant, I've never slept on anything so soft, Lord Summitcrown." He was such a nice man, only a little shallow and naïve for her to properly converse with him beyond pleasantries. She turned and placed her bundles back under her bed, and as she left she ensured she had the key to the room, locking it securely behind her. "After you," She said placing one hand on her arming sword.


"Don't mind if I do," He said, taking the stairs down to the first floor. "I was thinking of staying one more night," He said, "I did so well here, you'd think they don't get too many traders here. I have a few wares I could sell, and a man told me about a smith here in town I may look into purchasing a few items from. I hope that fits in with your timetable, Heather."


She smiled, "Whatever you say, Lord Summitcrown, I go where you do." She held the door to the inn for him and the pair began to cross the road.


"No need for that, later, after lunch, I think, you should take sometime for yourself." He put up a hand to what he knew would be her trying to refuse, "You work hard, and I don't need you when I go talk to this smith. Take in the sights, get more sleep if you like, whatever, just meet me at about four, I plan to open my stall in the same place." The dwarf opened the door, allowing his guard to walk in before him. "A table, barkeep, and whatever you're serving for lunch is what we shall have, with two beers to wash it down." He was sure the man remembered him from last night, as he has spent and gambled enough coin with the other patrons to be remembered by most.


Heather sat, but scanning the patrons of the room she saw an old man in the corner, someone hiding in the back, wearing a heavy cloak, despite the warm weather outside. She was startled when one of the men suddenly jumped up, asking who the old man in the corner was. He didn't seem agitated, but her hand slid down to her dagger nonetheless.

 

[Kiroshiven]

Talya fluttered over the lands once again, patting her coin purse tied to her hip. "Another town, another batch of people just waiting to give me their money or entertain me." She snickered as she performed some small scale aerial tricks in joy. This new town she was heading to was supposed to be full of travelers just wanting to hear their fortunes told and hear the great tales of the time when the Creator was missing. "What a crock. The creator, the crows, the dove. They don't exist. I've seen enough of this world on my travels, no being would die for such a worthless place. The only one anybody needs to look out for is themselves." Talyah clicked her tongue as a traveler left the city. "Thankfully that individual was leaving." She mumbled to herself before smiling once more. It was time to put on a show.


At first she thought of doing her typical magic display, but sadly there weren't enough people to entertain with a dragon flying overhead or having some kind of pheonix be born from the well. She decided the best place to go was a tavern. A few simple illusions to get people talking and then she hits them with her full on fortune telling. It would be a cake walk. As she lazily flew over to the place she presumed was the tavern, she found a rather depressed looking giant and a beastkin. Talya shuddered as she remembered her first encounter with beast kin.


As she flew over she prepared a small illusion. A simple rainbow bird to fly around the two. The trails of colors it left behind in the air as it flew would catch a few eyes and at least allow her the chance to say hello. "Good afternoon travelers, my name is Talya." She smiled as the bird swooped under her and disappeared in a puff of multicolored smoke. "Story and Fortune Teller extraordinaire!" She gleamed at the two much larger creatures as she continued to hover. "So what seems to be the problem oh massive one?" Talya grinned as she playful teased the giant.


@Skryx  @Fem the Huffling Riceball

 

[marorda]

Nanaya wandered into the new town. Well... the town wasn't new, of course, but she hadn't been there before, so it counted for something. She had left the last town after a rather... unfortunate encounter with a guild of thieves. Such a shame, for them, that is. Yes, she was the one to leave the town, and to all it would have seemed she was fleeing. The leader of the thieves would surely think to never see her around again. Oh, how wrong he was. In a way... She wouldn't be going to that town anytime soon again, but one or two of her birds might just pay them a little visit. One they wouldn't forget anytime soon. If they were to survive. It was a smart idea of the man to hide his shady business in the top room of a tavern he owned, with two guards at the door leading to the cellar room. But it might just not be so smart of him to "invite" people he hadn't met before to that room, simply because they had accidentally crossed him or because they had shown potential to work for him. Nanaya chuckled lightly. If only the man knew who she was... that ought to teach him some of the respect he valued so much. To him she might have seemed as just a simple nosy bard trying to earn some coin in a town he was in charge of (even though the local nobleman seems to think differently), and... well... that day she actually was. But she was never truly off her duties. To her, this man was nothing but an ant under her boot. Someone she could crush with only a snap of her fingers. And maybe, just maybe she would. Nanaya didn't appreciate being threatened. She shook her head. No, in her past she had long since learned revenge was not the way to handle things. Revenge would lead to hatred, hatred would lead to bloodshed. And once you got to the bloodshed, things could only ever get worse. It would seem that, for now, the man would get away with his insolence.


She tipped her broad brimmed hat down slightly, so her eyes would be concealed in its shadow. The feathered hat and lute-shaped bag surely gave away her occupation. Or at least... what she wanted others to know of it. Smiling, she headed further into the town, looking around and taking in the local scenery. People were out and about, on their merry ways around the town or heading to others. This place was cheerful, happy, good and at peace. Which was nice. Nanaya wasn't sure why she had picked this down specifically to go to. There were plenty of other towns around, but a voice in the back of her mind convinced her this one specifically was worth looking around in. Something had drawn her here. And she trusted her intuition. Up until now, it had always saved her and taken her exactly where she needed to be. It wasn't hard to spot the giant in town, sitting there near what seemed to be a tavern. There were people who seemed to avoid the man, whereas a few were near him, seemingly having a nice little chat. But what would a Beastkin and a Giant possibly have to discuss? And with a Fairy illusionist around as well. Interesting. Nanaya curiously moved closer, trying to listen to what they were saying to each other. If it were interesting, she would either listen in, or add in on the conversation. Again, she was never really off her duties. If something was going on, she'd be one of the first to hear it.

 

[TheHufflepuffRabbit]

@Skryx @AngelOfTheMourning


@Kiroshiven @marorda


  Callum continued to stare at the sky for a few minutes, when he heard a female voice. 


  "You look forlorn, my friend."


  The voice was very faint, but then again, Callum was a thirty-five foot tall man. He looked around, trying to find out who might have been talking to him. A rather irritable-looking Winged One passed by; by the looks of it he probably wasn't the one who had spoken. Besides, the voice had been female. It took a few seconds to realize it was a Beastkin girl. Callum looked curiously at her for a second before speaking. 


  "....Forlorn? Well....only because I'm a bit tall for the door...." he mumbled awkwardly with a shrug. Then someone else came along; a girl he recognized as a Fairy. She made a rainbow-colored bird appear; fascinated, the giant's amber eyes widened. Then she spoke to him, asking what the problem was. "O-Oh!" Callum boomed, his voice probably echoing throughout the whole kingdom. "I...I just came for something to drink, is all....it's no big deal, really!"

 

[Skryx]

Srin gave the fairy a sideways glance, before proceeding to ignore her. Or pretending to. In truth she was just slightly curious. She had heard tales of illusions from her fellow beastkin, but she had never seen them in person. When the giant replied, she grinned, a sharp fanged grin. "Just a bit," she agreed with a low rumble in her tone that hinted at laughter, eyeing his large form with amusement. She was feeling particularly generous today, the coin in her pouch pleasantly weighted. "I came here for a drink myself, but perhaps company would be fine as well." Her grin widened. "I suppose you giants drink by the barrel full." 


@Fem the Huffling Riceball 

 

[yoikes]

The Creator


The Tavern


Tags: 6 Crows and the Dove @Fem the Huffling Riceball @Skryx @AngelOfTheMourning @Kiroshiven @marorda @Finalshine23 @tane5naoki


Note: Don't worry, Hands of Fate are going to meet him soon


Is it everyone? Yes, it is. He could see the red string of fate connecting them with each other. The giant to the fairy, the fairy to the dwarf and so on. He noticed a thin red string, connecting the dwarf with a tough looking female warrior. They entered the Tavern together, weren't they? Fate are always so selective, so cruel. The Creator decided to stop thinking about what he did not suppose to be curious about and clapped his hand. As sudden as it is, the world came to a stop. Except for him and the seven.


"Good morning," He greeted. The mortals need to be greeted. Hopefully, that'll calm them down. "I wonder if any of you remember me? Ah, maybe not. I was handsome back when we first met."

 

[marorda]

Hmm, not much interesting, it seemed. The giant just wished for a drink, but he was too large to enter the tavern. The fairy entertained the Beastkin and the Giant with her illusions, and the Beastkin was simply striking up some small talk. Sure, the little company was odd to encounter together, but it seemed no more than merely travelers that happened to meet on the road. Perhaps entering the tavern would be an idea? Plenty of people to entertain with her stories and music, plenty of chances to encounter interesting rumors that would help her on her further journey. She walked towards the group, seeing as how they were near the tavern door, and nodded politely at them as she passed. "Good morning," she said politely. Her hand reached out to open the door when it happened. Suddenly the world around her stopped. A bird was frozen in the sky mid-flight, people were frozen in their very positions with the expressions they had on their faces when it happened. Laughs, words that wouldn't be finished, someone tripping over a loose stone in the road. The whole world had just... stopped. Nanaya looked around. How curious... the world hadn't stopped for her, nor for the few people around her. She opened the tavern door and peeked inside, only to see the very same thing there. A frozen world, with the exception of some people. Seven, including a man who spoke first.


Very curious indeed... Something was going on for sure, and once again fate had decided she would take part in it. Whatever it would be. Sure seemed like an interesting adventure of some sort. Unfortunately she didn't quite have time. She had people to manage, a world to see. And although she was the Spymaster, she still had superiors, people who wouldn't take kindly to her just vanishing. Again. Nanaya looked at the man and tilted her head, frowning slightly. "I can't say I do, I'm sorry," she apologized as the man ashed if anyone of them remembered him, saying how he was handsome when they first met. She didn't often forget faces of people she saw. Granted, she couldn't see his face, but the voice seemed unfamiliar too. Then again, she had met so many people in her life. One or two faces and voiced ought to slip her mind.

 

[Kiroshiven]

Talya was thankful that the beastkin was ignoring her. It was better than hostility or trying to eat her as she'd experienced during her travels. If things went that far south the idea of having her deal with illusion fleas and itchiness would be enough to stop the beast from pressing the assault. Turning back to the giant Talya smiled. "Well, the two of us both seem to have enough coin to spare so we could help you get a drink. So long as the bartender is willing to serve to giants, fairies or beastkin. In my travels I've learned all the races can be rather prejudiced." Talya spoke playfully as she started to flutter towards the open window, barely catching the greeting from traveler that passed the small trio by.


As she landed on the windowsill, Talya panicked. The world had frozen. Inisde the bar, there were drinks hovering just inches above patrons mouth, darts floating in mid-flight and so much more. Even the music was now silent and very uncomforting. When someone spoke she leaped away and conjured up "fireballs" in her hands. They wouldn't actually burn her victims, though their mind may still feel the heat if she surrounded them in it. The mind was easy to fool like that. However, it was just an old man that acted as if nothing was going on.


"Hello sir." She spoke while dismissing her fireballs. She didn't need them if he was being friendly, at least not yet. "You know, I really don't remember you sir. Sorry. I have met quite a great deal of people in my lifetime."  Talya spoke honestly as she quickly grew disinterested with the conversation. "So I'm guessing you're behind this whole "stopped time" illusion?" Talya wanted to know how he did it because it could be useful as a prank on raiders in the future.


@too much idea @Fem the Huffling Riceball @Skryx @marorda

 

[yoikes]

The Creator


The Tavern


Tags: 6 Crows and the Dove @Fem the Huffling Riceball @Skryx @AngelOfTheMourning @Kiroshiven @marorda @Finalshine23 @tane5naoki


It was always nice to get a chance to use his power, especially when there is audience who can witness it. It was amusing to see the look of panic and confusion of the seven. The fairy and elf are the first two to recover from shock.


"Illusion?  Hahahaha! No, Talya my dear. It's not an illusion, or magic, or any kind of trickery." The Creator leaned closer, a smile on his face he asked: "Have you ever heard of the myth? The classic children tale of Six Crows and the Dove?"

 

[TheHufflepuffRabbit]

Srin gave the fairy a sideways glance, before proceeding to ignore her. Or pretending to. In truth she was just slightly curious. She had heard tales of illusions from her fellow beastkin, but she had never seen them in person. When the giant replied, she grinned, a sharp fanged grin. "Just a bit," she agreed with a low rumble in her tone that hinted at laughter, eyeing his large form with amusement. She was feeling particularly generous today, the coin in her pouch pleasantly weighted. "I came here for a drink myself, but perhaps company would be fine as well." Her grin widened. "I suppose you giants drink by the barrel full." 


@Fem the Huffling Riceball 

The Creator


The Tavern


Tags: 6 Crows and the Dove @Fem the Huffling Riceball @Skryx @AngelOfTheMourning @Kiroshiven @marorda @Finalshine23 @tane5naoki


Note: Don't worry, Hands of Fate are going to meet him soon


Is it everyone? Yes, it is. He could see the red string of fate connecting them with each other. The giant to the fairy, the fairy to the dwarf and so on. He noticed a thin red string, connecting the dwarf with a tough looking female warrior. They entered the Tavern together, weren't they? Fate are always so selective, so cruel. The Creator decided to stop thinking about what he did not suppose to be curious about and clapped his hand. As sudden as it is, the world came to a stop. Except for him and the seven.


"Good morning," He greeted. The mortals need to be greeted. Hopefully, that'll calm them down. "I wonder if any of you remember me? Ah, maybe not. I was handsome back when we first met."

Hmm, not much interesting, it seemed. The giant just wished for a drink, but he was too large to enter the tavern. The fairy entertained the Beastkin and the Giant with her illusions, and the Beastkin was simply striking up some small talk. Sure, the little company was odd to encounter together, but it seemed no more than merely travelers that happened to meet on the road. Perhaps entering the tavern would be an idea? Plenty of people to entertain with her stories and music, plenty of chances to encounter interesting rumors that would help her on her further journey. She walked towards the group, seeing as how they were near the tavern door, and nodded politely at them as she passed. "Good morning," she said politely. Her hand reached out to open the door when it happened. Suddenly the world around her stopped. A bird was frozen in the sky mid-flight, people were frozen in their very positions with the expressions they had on their faces when it happened. Laughs, words that wouldn't be finished, someone tripping over a loose stone in the road. The whole world had just... stopped. Nanaya looked around. How curious... the world hadn't stopped for her, nor for the few people around her. She opened the tavern door and peeked inside, only to see the very same thing there. A frozen world, with the exception of some people. Seven, including a man who spoke first.


Very curious indeed... Something was going on for sure, and once again fate had decided she would take part in it. Whatever it would be. Sure seemed like an interesting adventure of some sort. Unfortunately she didn't quite have time. She had people to manage, a world to see. And although she was the Spymaster, she still had superiors, people who wouldn't take kindly to her just vanishing. Again. Nanaya looked at the man and tilted her head, frowning slightly. "I can't say I do, I'm sorry," she apologized as the man ashed if anyone of them remembered him, saying how he was handsome when they first met. She didn't often forget faces of people she saw. Granted, she couldn't see his face, but the voice seemed unfamiliar too. Then again, she had met so many people in her life. One or two faces and voiced ought to slip her mind.

Talya was thankful that the beastkin was ignoring her. It was better than hostility or trying to eat her as she'd experienced during her travels. If things went that far south the idea of having her deal with illusion fleas and itchiness would be enough to stop the beast from pressing the assault. Turning back to the giant Talya smiled. "Well, the two of us both seem to have enough coin to spare so we could help you get a drink. So long as the bartender is willing to serve to giants, fairies or beastkin. In my travels I've learned all the races can be rather prejudiced." Talya spoke playfully as she started to flutter towards the open window, barely catching the greeting from traveler that passed the small trio by.


As she landed on the windowsill, Talya panicked. The world had frozen. Inisde the bar, there were drinks hovering just inches above patrons mouth, darts floating in mid-flight and so much more. Even the music was now silent and very uncomforting. When someone spoke she leaped away and conjured up "fireballs" in her hands. They wouldn't actually burn her victims, though their mind may still feel the heat if she surrounded them in it. The mind was easy to fool like that. However, it was just an old man that acted as if nothing was going on.


"Hello sir." She spoke while dismissing her fireballs. She didn't need them if he was being friendly, at least not yet. "You know, I really don't remember you sir. Sorry. I have met quite a great deal of people in my lifetime."  Talya spoke honestly as she quickly grew disinterested with the conversation. "So I'm guessing you're behind this whole "stopped time" illusion?" Talya wanted to know how he did it because it could be useful as a prank on raiders in the future.


@too much idea @Fem the Huffling Riceball @Skryx @marorda

The Creator


The Tavern


Tags: 6 Crows and the Dove @Fem the Huffling Riceball @Skryx @AngelOfTheMourning @Kiroshiven @marorda @Finalshine23 @tane5naoki


It was always nice to get a chance to use his power, especially when there is audience who can witness it. It was amusing to see the look of panic and confusion of the seven. The fairy and elf are the first two to recover from shock.


"Illusion?  Hahahaha! No, Talya my dear. It's not an illusion, or magic, or any kind of trickery." The Creator leaned closer, a smile on his face he asked: "Have you ever heard of the myth? The classic children tale of Six Crows and the Dove?"

  Callum let out a low chuckle at the joke, agreeing with Srin's comment on drinking by the barrelful. Ironically enough, that was hardly half a cup size for giants. Then again, that was just him. Callum was about to speak, when suddenly...everything froze. The giant wasn't in there, but he could tell. The wind had stopped blowing. Any travelers walking by had ceased their movements. Nothing moved. 


  Except for him and a select few. Now, Callum was very large and strong...but he was afraid right now. So afraid that he tensed up. An old man's voice came from inside the tavern; something about the legend of the six crows and the dove and whether or not they knew it. 


  "....P-Pardon me, sir, but I don't understand; what does that story have to do with....with how time suddenly stopped?" he asked. "Y-Yes, the legend itself is a great one with an excellent moral and all....but sir...as much of a great story it is, I still feel terrible for the crows, being demonized like that while the dove gets all the glory. It's unfair. They were just as heroic as the dove, and yet....oh! I-I'm sorry....I'm rambling again...." he said hastily, moving his face away from the window, as once again, he'd been staring through it. 

 

[tane5naoki]

Barriff looked around, baffled at the turn of events. He heard the old man speak, but stayed quite as others began to speak to him. He had learned a long time ago not to try and out speak others, he would always just be adding to the din, instead, especially at auctions, he simply waited for the rabble to die down and then double the price others were willing to pay. He knew he could sell it. Still, the old man was talking about the dove and the crows, and he had apparently stopped time, so a few ideas about the identity of the man sprang to mind. It couldn't be, he thought to himself, that's just a myth.


Heather, on the other hand, saw the works around them and heard the man, realizing who he was. She had been praying to this god her whole life, asking him why he forced her to endure such a terrible life, and live the way she had. She had served him faithfully despite her hardships, always assuming she would know the answer one day. A single tear rolled down her cheek, hoping that today was that day.

 

[Skryx]

'More magic?' the Beastkin thought to herself, uneasily as time seemed to stop around them. She didn't say anything when the strange man spoke, choosing to listen. When he mentioned the seven, she tilted her head, even more confused. A stranger they were supposed to know, time stopping and a children's tale. How would this all link? She had a bad feeling about this.


"What of it?" Srin voiced out.

 

[marorda]

"Of course I have heard of the myth. Who hasn't, anyway?" Nanaya asked the older man. As a bard, she had to know many stories, especially one like this. Coming to think of it... There were seven of them, seven unaffected by the stopping of time. Eight including the man questioning them. Could that mean....? It seemed unbelievable, impossible, but then again she had learned to never rule anything out. She had seen many impossibilities in her life. This was one just one other unlikely things crossing her path.  "Do continue," she said to the man. He had caught her curiosity. This sure seemed like an adventure, something worth investigating whenever she wouldn't have to attend to her duties.


Could it be...? There were plenty of legends that were more than legends alone, so there was a chance it was indeed so. Seven people. One representing each and every race. Six crows, one dove. Funnily, one of her nicknames had always been "little bird". The question was, which one? Her nickname referred to a songbird, and neither a crow nor a dove fit that description. She knew of the darkness in her soul, but was there evil? She had done bad things, sure, but for a greater good. Nanaya wasn't even sure it was the way she was thinking, but if it was.... What would her fate be? And could it be changed?

 

[Kiroshiven]

"Heard of it? I make a living bringing it to life." Talya waved her hands and the illusions she created for the tale came to be. "It's a classic that no village is against seeing alongside hearing." Talya smirked before dispersing the vision. "But what's that got to do with you knowing my name or the fact that you've trapped us all in some kind of magical lapse in time?"

 

[Finalshine23]

The Creator


The Tavern


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It was always nice to get a chance to use his power, especially when there is audience who can witness it. It was amusing to see the look of panic and confusion of the seven. The fairy and elf are the first two to recover from shock.


"Illusion?  Hahahaha! No, Talya my dear. It's not an illusion, or magic, or any kind of trickery." The Creator leaned closer, a smile on his face he asked: "Have you ever heard of the myth? The classic children tale of Six Crows and the Dove?"






 

Hanzo immediately froze from shock.He thought" Am I dead,How did I die. Wait is this magic. Can I move I should try to move? WAIT...IS SOMEONE TRYING TO KILL ME" he thought.His mind started to race with different ideas.After a couple of minutes he started to look around and see people moving, with a dumbfounded look he turned to the man next to him and his eyes started to widen. It had to be that man, he got a weird vibe from. "Ok what is this,"he thought, he had calmed down.He looked at The old man astonished but his face was blank. He sat back down on the chair staring at the old man,listening not of intrest but of him frightened of what the old man can do.


"Six Crows and the Dove, where have i heard that before?" It sounded familiar to him and he thought of where he had heard it before but he couldnt pin it somewhere.

 

[AngelOfTheMourning]

Magnus Verasmus 


Magnus's food was finally arriving. He ignored the ever growing crowd of strangers, focused solely on his meal and the promise of a bath. He was reaching up to take the food from the bar wench when suddenly, she froze, refusing to release the bowl. He squinted at her, confused and rather annoyed and prepared some sharp retort when it occurred to him that the entire room had fallen into silence. He looked around and tensed to see some people were still moving and that the old man had begun to speak. The winged one tensed from head to toe, gripping the edge of his table with white knuckles. "I wonder if any of you remember me...."Magnus stared, glad he still wore his hood lest his expression be interpreted as malice. Whatever was happening, it was beginning to occur to him that he wanted nothing to do with it. He stood up, carefully, and cursed his sitting so far from the entrance. This was powerful magic and he had little doubt the caster was capable of much worse. 

There was some response from several of the people still able to move freely but Magnus remained deathly silent. He didn't want to talk to or be among whatever caused this disturbance. There was no adventurous curiosity in him, in fact he wished nothing more than to flee back to his home and his prince and forget this whole miserable trip. But the old man was speaking again, this time about some tired fairy tale. He could recall his own mother recounting the tale but it had been so long and he had little interest in puzzling out some riddle with a mad man. He carefully edged around the serving woman and towards the door. If he could make it out of the door frame he was willing to risk revealing himself. 

 

[yoikes]

The Creator


The Tavern


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A few give the Creator a look of understanding, some confused and asking and one turned his back and tries to go away. He should stop playing with them, he still have many to visit.


"Come here, Magnus, don't you want to know your true destiny?" The Creator called, it should be more than enough to change his mind. The Creator flicked his finger, making the red string of fate connecting the seven with each other visible. "Kallum has returned to what it was before. Disorder and chaos. Thousands of years ago I asked your ancestor, the Crows and the Dove, to unite Kallum. Now I ask you to do the same."


The Creator flicked his finger once again, the red strings disappeared. The Creator is now holding a feather made of glass, it broke to pieces and flew inside the seven's body.


"I wish you luck, my Crows and Dove." Said the Creator. In a blink of an eye, time has restarted and the old man is nowhere to be seen.

 

[TheHufflepuffRabbit]

Barriff looked around, baffled at the turn of events. He heard the old man speak, but stayed quite as others began to speak to him. He had learned a long time ago not to try and out speak others, he would always just be adding to the din, instead, especially at auctions, he simply waited for the rabble to die down and then double the price others were willing to pay. He knew he could sell it. Still, the old man was talking about the dove and the crows, and he had apparently stopped time, so a few ideas about the identity of the man sprang to mind. It couldn't be, he thought to himself, that's just a myth.


Heather, on the other hand, saw the works around them and heard the man, realizing who he was. She had been praying to this god her whole life, asking him why he forced her to endure such a terrible life, and live the way she had. She had served him faithfully despite her hardships, always assuming she would know the answer one day. A single tear rolled down her cheek, hoping that today was that day.

'More magic?' the Beastkin thought to herself, uneasily as time seemed to stop around them. She didn't say anything when the strange man spoke, choosing to listen. When he mentioned the seven, she tilted her head, even more confused. A stranger they were supposed to know, time stopping and a children's tale. How would this all link? She had a bad feeling about this.


"What of it?" Srin voiced out.

"Of course I have heard of the myth. Who hasn't, anyway?" Nanaya asked the older man. As a bard, she had to know many stories, especially one like this. Coming to think of it... There were seven of them, seven unaffected by the stopping of time. Eight including the man questioning them. Could that mean....? It seemed unbelievable, impossible, but then again she had learned to never rule anything out. She had seen many impossibilities in her life. This was one just one other unlikely things crossing her path.  "Do continue," she said to the man. He had caught her curiosity. This sure seemed like an adventure, something worth investigating whenever she wouldn't have to attend to her duties.


Could it be...? There were plenty of legends that were more than legends alone, so there was a chance it was indeed so. Seven people. One representing each and every race. Six crows, one dove. Funnily, one of her nicknames had always been "little bird". The question was, which one? Her nickname referred to a songbird, and neither a crow nor a dove fit that description. She knew of the darkness in her soul, but was there evil? She had done bad things, sure, but for a greater good. Nanaya wasn't even sure it was the way she was thinking, but if it was.... What would her fate be? And could it be changed?

"Heard of it? I make a living bringing it to life." Talya waved her hands and the illusions she created for the tale came to be. "It's a classic that no village is against seeing alongside hearing." Talya smirked before dispersing the vision. "But what's that got to do with you knowing my name or the fact that you've trapped us all in some kind of magical lapse in time?"

Hanzo immediately froze from shock.He thought" Am I dead,How did I die. Wait is this magic. Can I move I should try to move? WAIT...IS SOMEONE TRYING TO KILL ME" he thought.His mind started to race with different ideas.After a couple of minutes he started to look around and see people moving, with a dumbfounded look he turned to the man next to him and his eyes started to widen. It had to be that man, he got a weird vibe from. "Ok what is this,"he thought, he had calmed down.He looked at The old man astonished but his face was blank. He sat back down on the chair staring at the old man,listening not of intrest but of him frightened of what the old man can do.


"Six Crows and the Dove, where have i heard that before?" It sounded familiar to him and he thought of where he had heard it before but he couldnt pin it somewhere.

Magnus Verasmus 


Magnus's food was finally arriving. He ignored the ever growing crowd of strangers, focused solely on his meal and the promise of a bath. He was reaching up to take the food from the bar wench when suddenly, she froze, refusing to release the bowl. He squinted at her, confused and rather annoyed and prepared some sharp retort when it occurred to him that the entire room had fallen into silence. He looked around and tensed to see some people were still moving and that the old man had begun to speak. The winged one tensed from head to toe, gripping the edge of his table with white knuckles. "I wonder if any of you remember me...."Magnus stared, glad he still wore his hood lest his expression be interpreted as malice. Whatever was happening, it was beginning to occur to him that he wanted nothing to do with it. He stood up, carefully, and cursed his sitting so far from the entrance. This was powerful magic and he had little doubt the caster was capable of much worse. 

There was some response from several of the people still able to move freely but Magnus remained deathly silent. He didn't want to talk to or be among whatever caused this disturbance. There was no adventurous curiosity in him, in fact he wished nothing more than to flee back to his home and his prince and forget this whole miserable trip. But the old man was speaking again, this time about some tired fairy tale. He could recall his own mother recounting the tale but it had been so long and he had little interest in puzzling out some riddle with a mad man. He carefully edged around the serving woman and towards the door. If he could make it out of the door frame he was willing to risk revealing himself. 

The Creator


The Tavern


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A few give the Creator a look of understanding, some confused and asking and one turned his back and tries to go away. He should stop playing with them, he still have many to visit.


"Come here, Magnus, don't you want to know your true destiny?" The Creator called, it should be more than enough to change his mind. The Creator flicked his finger, making the red string of fate connecting the seven with each other visible. "Kallum has returned to what it was before. Disorder and chaos. Thousands of years ago I asked your ancestor, the Crows and the Dove, to unite Kallum. Now I ask you to do the same."


The Creator flicked his finger once again, the red strings disappeared. The Creator is now holding a feather made of glass, it broke to pieces and flew inside the seven's body.


"I wish you luck, my Crows and Dove." Said the Creator. In a blink of an eye, time has restarted and the old man is nowhere to be seen.

  Callum looked around at all the others. They seemed just as frightened, just as confused, as he was. The old man, however, merely continued spinning his tale, telling him of how he and these people that he barely knew were the crows and the dove. The giant turned over to the window, leaning down just in time to get hit in the eye by a shard of glass. Callum winced, rubbing his eye, only to realize....it had gone into him already. 


  ".....W-Wait.....how do we know which one is w—" Poof. The old man left and time resumed. And of course, because of this, half the people in the tavern freaked out at Callum's massive, amber eye. "AAAAAAAHHHH! S-SORRY!" he screamed in a panic, stumbling back several paces, only to hit his head on and snap a tree in half, which only seemed to cause Callum to freak out more. He frantically grabbed the snapped-off tree, before repeatedly jabbing it into the ground. "I-I'm sorry....! Are you okay?! Oh, no, I've scared everyone in the tavern......what am I going to do.......? Aaaaaaaahhhhhh......." The giant let go of the tree, which landed on the ground with a loud thud, covering his face in embarrassment. 

 

[Kiroshiven]

The Creator


The Tavern


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A few give the Creator a look of understanding, some confused and asking and one turned his back and tries to go away. He should stop playing with them, he still have many to visit.


"Come here, Magnus, don't you want to know your true destiny?" The Creator called, it should be more than enough to change his mind. The Creator flicked his finger, making the red string of fate connecting the seven with each other visible. "Kallum has returned to what it was before. Disorder and chaos. Thousands of years ago I asked your ancestor, the Crows and the Dove, to unite Kallum. Now I ask you to do the same."


The Creator flicked his finger once again, the red strings disappeared. The Creator is now holding a feather made of glass, it broke to pieces and flew inside the seven's body.


"I wish you luck, my Crows and Dove." Said the Creator. In a blink of an eye, time has restarted and the old man is nowhere to be seen.

  Callum looked around at all the others. They seemed just as frightened, just as confused, as he was. The old man, however, merely continued spinning his tale, telling him of how he and these people that he barely knew were the crows and the dove. The giant turned over to the window, leaning down just in time to get hit in the eye by a shard of glass. Callum winced, rubbing his eye, only to realize....it had gone into him already. 


  ".....W-Wait.....how do we know which one is w—" Poof. The old man left and time resumed. And of course, because of this, half the people in the tavern freaked out at Callum's massive, amber eye. "AAAAAAAHHHH! S-SORRY!" he screamed in a panic, stumbling back several paces, only to hit his head on and snap a tree in half, which only seemed to cause Callum to freak out more. He frantically grabbed the snapped-off tree, before repeatedly jabbing it into the ground. "I-I'm sorry....! Are you okay?! Oh, no, I've scared everyone in the tavern......what am I going to do.......? Aaaaaaaahhhhhh......." The giant let go of the tree, which landed on the ground with a loud thud, covering his face in embarrassment. 

Talya began to panic. This guy was serious? No way. The red string that appeared connecting them all was even more to just make her deny it. It's all an illusion. She didn't care what he said. Flat out, that was an illusion. When she felt the sudden addition of something to her she opened her eyes, but the old man was already gone. However, the giant was now freaking out outside. Talya liked pranking people and scaring them, but seeing the big guy so disheartened she couldn't help but feel a sense of pity. That pity at least kept her distracted from the events that transpired.


Talya fluttered out the window and channeled her magics to form a giant hand. She then proceeded to have it rub his back. It may have been an illusion, but combining it with a the second illusion of the feeling of being touched, Talya thought she could calm him down. "Easy big guy. Look, nobody's hurt and if these people were frightened over something as harmless as you, then they're gonna be in for a big surprise outside this town." She smiled as she flew up and sat on his shoulder. "Just breathe big guy. Okay? In and out. In and out." Talya was saying it just as much for herself as the giant. She still couldn't believe what happened and ultimately, she was going to chalk it up as a shared delusion by her and the other six people that the man spoke with. There was no way the dove and crows were real. No way.

 

[yoikes]

Alleum Khiris & The Creator


Black Skull Merchant Guild, Bay of Skulls


note: Spilled water on my laptop, in a panic accidentally pressed send. Now it is finished


"How is today's breakfast, Mr. Khiris?"


"Wonderful as always, Mr. Orga." The fifty years old chef grinned hearing the praise. Alleum always said the same thing, but that is always enough to make the old man happy. Alleum folded his fork and knife neatly, stood up and walked out of the dining room with a satisfied smile on his face. He headed for the front door of his mansion and hopped into a horse-drawn carriage. Each of his bodyguards rode a horse and surrounded his carriage as well as opening a way for him. The moment the people on the street saw the crest of the Black Skull, they stepped aside and stared with a mix of awe and terror. He enjoyed that look, reminds him that he is...


"Something else?" An old man finished his sentence for him. He looked so poor and feeble, dirty and unkept. Alleum stared at him for a good one minute to realize that there is not supposed to be any way the man could enter the carriage. He screamed and shouted for his guards, but none responded. He opened the door to make some distance and might as well run away from the mysterious old man, only to find that the entire world has frozen in place. The people, the horses, his guards, the clouds, and birds in the sky.


"Take a seat down, Alleum Khiris. We need to talk." The old man motioned. "Come quickly, i don't have time for you alone."


"A funny thing to say from the person who just stopped the world." Alleum closed the door and returned to his seat. "What do you want?"


"I mean you no harm, i'm just here to bring you a news." The old man flicked his finger and a red string tied to Alleum's left hand is suddenly visible. The red string passed through the window of his carriage and the building and still go on to somewhere far away to the north. "Have you ever heard of the Six Crows and the Dove?"


"The full story? No," Alleum honestly replied. "My parents are not one who tell stories like that, but i know what it is about."


"I know, Firis and Yael are not a very good parent."


Alleum could feel his whole tensed, he could feel his eyes widen in confusion and anger. "How do you know?" He hissed. "Who are you?"


"You know, there is a role that is not written in the story. In any tale and in any books," The old man ignored his question and continued his explanation. "The Crows are fated to die and the Dove is fated to be the savior, to ensure such thing happened Fate handpicked a small number of people as their Hands. The one who keep destiny unchanged, the one who make sure all that is written will happen."


"Do your part, Alleum Khiris." The Creator smirked at him as if he understood what's going on in his mind right now, then flicked his finger. As his the red string disappeared and the world starting to move again, the old man is nowhere to be seen. Alleum slouched on his seat. It was then quite easy to guess who the old man is, what is he doing here and what news he is trying to say. Maybe he does know.