Maverick Six
This party stinks
Goals
"I believe I've found her corpse." Said the Armored Eastern Empire Warrior.
"Let me have a look at it." Replied the Cybernetic Mage.
The shuffling of his armor was heard as the Soldier motioned for Martin to follow him into a large tent. A veritable line of corpses sat upon each of them. "I'd have handed her over to the See. But, I recall the description you had given me. An eccentric little Fae, with the air of a trickster. When I saw her corpse, memories came forth of my blade." The warrior drew the sword in one skilled motion, presenting it skillfully and yet gently in less then a second. The front of it had been inscribed with ruins -- granting it a faint, mythical glow.
Martin nodded thoughtfully as if assembling the pieces of a puzzle. "Yes. She was quite the skilled Artificer. Indeed, she'd made a wand which surpassed her own magical skills." He said, a sigh leaving his lips. The warrior returned the nod.
With that, the Warrior put his blade away into its sheath. He squatted near a corpse covered by a blanket and then pulled it aside. The body would be revealed, a shell of it's former self lacking the vibrancy it once. But the white Tornado-shaped twin-tails, petite form, and eye-catching clothes more or less had confirmed it. All of it had matched what was in a mind that had yet struggled to remember -- which was slowly accumulating more and more resistance to Yume's subconscious attempts to siphon away at his own mind. It seemed the warrior, too, resisted. It seemed miraculous that he could remember at first, but the vague "muchness of the man" alluded to some degree of telepathic resistance that enabled his memory. There was no mistaking it. It was her. And yet...
She was so pale. So stiff. It seemed a miracle that she had been somewhat preserved before the bloating had set in, before flesh would begin to fall off. But that smell. It came from her just like all the others.
Martin's face was unmoving, like stone as he stared at her. The same however, could be said for his mouth. Not a twitch could be seen upon his face. The Warrior stared at Martin, closely, noticing a slight tremor in Martin's eyes.
"Martin." He says. "Is it her? Is she the one you seek?" Warrior asked, still kneeling down next to her.
Finally, Maritn blinked. And then he looked towards the warrior.
"Yes. That's her." The cyborg replied promptly.
"Then I will preserve her for you and wrap her, as you requested."
"Thank you."
He did as requested, pouring upon her an alchemical fluid which allowed her to be preserved. Something in limited supply, but the commanders need not know. This was combined with a small degree of salt present from the man's own rations. As her underwent this process, he spoke idly, bundling up her body in a bag fit for carry.
"I'd normally not care much for a Fae. But it was odd. This one was willing to sell to me. It feels as though the price I paid for the weapon was not enough. Perhaps it is Fate which has brought you to me, Martin. You will never find a mage willing to resurrect her here. However, there exist ancient magics within the See which may be able to aid you. Hopefully, they won't kill you for simply being human." The Warrior comments as finishes. The body is wrapped in waxxed sheets, tied together by rope. It almost resembled a gift. The warrior picked up her body with about as much effort as one might need to big up a new born pup.
The corpse is accepted into the mage's hands. But once the warrior release, he feels it's full weight. The old cyborg feels the full brunt of the weight, but bears it, placing her on his back.
"I will pray for your safety and your success. May the three Fates look kindly upon ye." The Warrior said, before he would depart for other tasks amidst the half burned down camp.
Once Martin had left the camp, his journey had begun. And it was around then, that he crumple onto his knees.....
....And vomit.
saxon
Why am I doing this?
The question circled around his mind again and again. The journey had been from the developed Empire in the East to the wild woodland of it's West known as the See of Fae. He walked through dense brush with all but a corpse for company. The sounds of untamed wilderness were all around him. And yet woven intricately into it was something of a civilization. The denizens of such seemed to intercept him at various points, appearing suddenly and heckling him with inquiry after inquiry.
"A human? Here in the woods? All alone?"
"Wanna play?"
"Are you sure you want to go."
Question after question as many wondered why such an abomination. Many of whom outnumbered him greatly. Some had looks which appeared curious. Others playful. And an eerie amount of them had been glances he could tell were downright predatory. Appraisal appraisal appraisal. They could look over his body and see how comparatively weak he was for themselves. A budding battle-mage who fancied himself a scientist. But they saw his corpse too. And it was Yume, in that way, who'd serve to protect him from those who did so have malevolent intentions.
It's utterly irrational.
His life could be snuffed out at practically any moment. There was never a place he had gone to where he not only had to think about bandits but about the very people around him. All this for a girl who he had practically. To one who desired power as he -- she was worthless. Knowing and forming connections with her offered little in the realm of practical gain. Really quite the opposite. He always had to worry and account for her and anticipated doing more of that. To the man who had been in his previous world, a genius, there was no practical reason whatsoever as to save her life.
And yet here he was. Sitting next to the fire. Even with the aid of gravitational abilities, his back yet ached. He wasn't as strong as he used to be, and his strength was leaving him each and every day. His own death crept closer with each passing day. And with it, the end of his ambition.
None of this stopped him from turning back and making his way to the Holy Capital City of Bishiri. It would be there that he would be informed of an ancient ritual capable of bringing one back, every when the flesh wanted to united once again with the soil. However, it required a journey into the spirit realm. The Priestess agreed to help -- for Yume was one of their own people. But the risk and price would be entailed all by him and whomever a nameless man like him would be able to garner for aide.
Martin arrived promptly and on time. The Ritual had been prepared. There was just one question the Priestess posed to the Cyborg, before he entered the Portal.
"Before we begin..." The Priestess spoke to Martin, as she scanned the area for any allies he might have brought.
"....Are you alone?"
The Spirit World
Tau
Many fates could possibly await one after death. A bastardized prayer was all it had taken to change Yume's fate, as her soul was directed now to the Fae See.
She had practically fell from the sky. And yet when she hit the ground -- nothing would happen. Instead, she'd wake up and see she was in place that appeared different. The whole world appeared to be translucent and almost faded. And it seemed as though Yume was not an exception. To gaze at her hand was all that she needed to do to view her own diluted ectoplasm, clear enough for her own eyes to partially see through.
Essence. Ectoplasm. Spirit Matter. There were many names for what her newfound body was up of. But it seems there was no one around her to tell her. Instead, she would find herself surrounded by a vast and shadowy wood that comprised of similar stuff. Around her, she could yet peer into the mortal realm and view the living. She, however, could not count herself among them. That matter which was still and rooted in place was difficult to pass through -- while things that were in motion would. A tree could be touched, but a person or animal would simply be passed through. At least for the moment, nothing seemed to be too interested in harming her.
Death revealed more spirits about, like unto her. Some were of the dead, being animals and even a few desolate souls. Others were of concepts -- embodying the elements and aspects of nature. Some shaped like humanoids, some like aniimals and others like something else entirely. Many of them seemed to master their ethereal forms, more easily able to phase in and out of various forms of matter and float up in the air. Given time, perhaps she could learn to do the same.
But just how interested was Yume in staying here? Really, what would Yume do in reaction to her situation?
It would take time. But the spirits had begun to grow.... restless.
Prelude (Eastern Empire)
Under a Black Curse
"I believe I've found her corpse." Said the Armored Eastern Empire Warrior.
"Let me have a look at it." Replied the Cybernetic Mage.
The shuffling of his armor was heard as the Soldier motioned for Martin to follow him into a large tent. A veritable line of corpses sat upon each of them. "I'd have handed her over to the See. But, I recall the description you had given me. An eccentric little Fae, with the air of a trickster. When I saw her corpse, memories came forth of my blade." The warrior drew the sword in one skilled motion, presenting it skillfully and yet gently in less then a second. The front of it had been inscribed with ruins -- granting it a faint, mythical glow.
Martin nodded thoughtfully as if assembling the pieces of a puzzle. "Yes. She was quite the skilled Artificer. Indeed, she'd made a wand which surpassed her own magical skills." He said, a sigh leaving his lips. The warrior returned the nod.
With that, the Warrior put his blade away into its sheath. He squatted near a corpse covered by a blanket and then pulled it aside. The body would be revealed, a shell of it's former self lacking the vibrancy it once. But the white Tornado-shaped twin-tails, petite form, and eye-catching clothes more or less had confirmed it. All of it had matched what was in a mind that had yet struggled to remember -- which was slowly accumulating more and more resistance to Yume's subconscious attempts to siphon away at his own mind. It seemed the warrior, too, resisted. It seemed miraculous that he could remember at first, but the vague "muchness of the man" alluded to some degree of telepathic resistance that enabled his memory. There was no mistaking it. It was her. And yet...
She was so pale. So stiff. It seemed a miracle that she had been somewhat preserved before the bloating had set in, before flesh would begin to fall off. But that smell. It came from her just like all the others.
Martin's face was unmoving, like stone as he stared at her. The same however, could be said for his mouth. Not a twitch could be seen upon his face. The Warrior stared at Martin, closely, noticing a slight tremor in Martin's eyes.
"Martin." He says. "Is it her? Is she the one you seek?" Warrior asked, still kneeling down next to her.
Finally, Maritn blinked. And then he looked towards the warrior.
"Yes. That's her." The cyborg replied promptly.
"Then I will preserve her for you and wrap her, as you requested."
"Thank you."
He did as requested, pouring upon her an alchemical fluid which allowed her to be preserved. Something in limited supply, but the commanders need not know. This was combined with a small degree of salt present from the man's own rations. As her underwent this process, he spoke idly, bundling up her body in a bag fit for carry.
"I'd normally not care much for a Fae. But it was odd. This one was willing to sell to me. It feels as though the price I paid for the weapon was not enough. Perhaps it is Fate which has brought you to me, Martin. You will never find a mage willing to resurrect her here. However, there exist ancient magics within the See which may be able to aid you. Hopefully, they won't kill you for simply being human." The Warrior comments as finishes. The body is wrapped in waxxed sheets, tied together by rope. It almost resembled a gift. The warrior picked up her body with about as much effort as one might need to big up a new born pup.
The corpse is accepted into the mage's hands. But once the warrior release, he feels it's full weight. The old cyborg feels the full brunt of the weight, but bears it, placing her on his back.
"I will pray for your safety and your success. May the three Fates look kindly upon ye." The Warrior said, before he would depart for other tasks amidst the half burned down camp.
Once Martin had left the camp, his journey had begun. And it was around then, that he crumple onto his knees.....
....And vomit.
Currently (Fae See)
saxon
Why am I doing this?
The question circled around his mind again and again. The journey had been from the developed Empire in the East to the wild woodland of it's West known as the See of Fae. He walked through dense brush with all but a corpse for company. The sounds of untamed wilderness were all around him. And yet woven intricately into it was something of a civilization. The denizens of such seemed to intercept him at various points, appearing suddenly and heckling him with inquiry after inquiry.
"A human? Here in the woods? All alone?"
"Wanna play?"
"Are you sure you want to go."
Question after question as many wondered why such an abomination. Many of whom outnumbered him greatly. Some had looks which appeared curious. Others playful. And an eerie amount of them had been glances he could tell were downright predatory. Appraisal appraisal appraisal. They could look over his body and see how comparatively weak he was for themselves. A budding battle-mage who fancied himself a scientist. But they saw his corpse too. And it was Yume, in that way, who'd serve to protect him from those who did so have malevolent intentions.
It's utterly irrational.
His life could be snuffed out at practically any moment. There was never a place he had gone to where he not only had to think about bandits but about the very people around him. All this for a girl who he had practically. To one who desired power as he -- she was worthless. Knowing and forming connections with her offered little in the realm of practical gain. Really quite the opposite. He always had to worry and account for her and anticipated doing more of that. To the man who had been in his previous world, a genius, there was no practical reason whatsoever as to save her life.
And yet here he was. Sitting next to the fire. Even with the aid of gravitational abilities, his back yet ached. He wasn't as strong as he used to be, and his strength was leaving him each and every day. His own death crept closer with each passing day. And with it, the end of his ambition.
None of this stopped him from turning back and making his way to the Holy Capital City of Bishiri. It would be there that he would be informed of an ancient ritual capable of bringing one back, every when the flesh wanted to united once again with the soil. However, it required a journey into the spirit realm. The Priestess agreed to help -- for Yume was one of their own people. But the risk and price would be entailed all by him and whomever a nameless man like him would be able to garner for aide.
Martin arrived promptly and on time. The Ritual had been prepared. There was just one question the Priestess posed to the Cyborg, before he entered the Portal.
"Before we begin..." The Priestess spoke to Martin, as she scanned the area for any allies he might have brought.
"....Are you alone?"
The Spirit World
Tau
Step: Subspace Ver. 2
Many fates could possibly await one after death. A bastardized prayer was all it had taken to change Yume's fate, as her soul was directed now to the Fae See.
She had practically fell from the sky. And yet when she hit the ground -- nothing would happen. Instead, she'd wake up and see she was in place that appeared different. The whole world appeared to be translucent and almost faded. And it seemed as though Yume was not an exception. To gaze at her hand was all that she needed to do to view her own diluted ectoplasm, clear enough for her own eyes to partially see through.
Essence. Ectoplasm. Spirit Matter. There were many names for what her newfound body was up of. But it seems there was no one around her to tell her. Instead, she would find herself surrounded by a vast and shadowy wood that comprised of similar stuff. Around her, she could yet peer into the mortal realm and view the living. She, however, could not count herself among them. That matter which was still and rooted in place was difficult to pass through -- while things that were in motion would. A tree could be touched, but a person or animal would simply be passed through. At least for the moment, nothing seemed to be too interested in harming her.
Death revealed more spirits about, like unto her. Some were of the dead, being animals and even a few desolate souls. Others were of concepts -- embodying the elements and aspects of nature. Some shaped like humanoids, some like aniimals and others like something else entirely. Many of them seemed to master their ethereal forms, more easily able to phase in and out of various forms of matter and float up in the air. Given time, perhaps she could learn to do the same.
But just how interested was Yume in staying here? Really, what would Yume do in reaction to her situation?
It would take time. But the spirits had begun to grow.... restless.
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