Realistic or Modern Lost to the Ages

[Snek]

Welcome to my rp, Lost to the Ages, the story of several young descendants of an ancient culture as old as time, working to restore the empire of their ancestors whilst fighting off those who wish to see their way of life destroyed. Posting will begin once we reach about 5-6 accepted participants, or unless otherwise specified.


~VK

 

[Snek]

Phoss Veill

London, England

Heathrow Airport, 10:17 AM, (GMT), Early Afternoon

"Been ages since me parents took me down here on holiday. London's lovely, as usual..." muttered the young Scottish gentleman to himself, stepping off the ramp and into the spacious airport. He checked his cloak pockets, finding his passport, wallet, and cellular phone, making sure they were all still there, then wrapping the cloak around himself as the chill of the early January wind reached him.


Sure, the cloak made him look like someone from Assassin's Creed, but he liked it. His parents wove it by hand, and it was the most comfortable thing he had ever worn. It even had traditional Lyrosian-patterned trim, so hopefully he'd be able to find the others a little more easily.


After collecting his suitcase and making his way through Customs, Phoss (or "Rohan", as was printed on his driver's license) stepped out into the white London winter and hailed a cab. A short cab ride carried him through Twickenham and Kingston upon Thames, and the vehicle pulled to a slow stop in West Norwood. Phoss exited, paying the cabbie his fare, then walked up the street to the front door of a quaint little house hidden away among the other flats and complexes.

It was inconspicuous and innocent, the perfect place to hide away during the holidays, or just hide in general. It had three bedrooms, two bathrooms, a small garden in the back, and plenty of room for a small entourage of folks. He had fond memories of family holidays here, many good times indeed. But now it would serve a nobler purpose: it would be Phoss's base of operations as he located the others.


He inhaled and stepped through the front door, locking it behind him. He emptied the trash and sorted the mail, then plopped himself down on a couch in the living room, taking in the weight of this mission.


People would be after them. He wouldn't have many allies, as there likely wouldn't be many relic carriers, and he'd have to find them before they could be of any assistance to him. Nations would turn against them, governments would send agents, sooner or later.


This was not going to be easy.


"But I've got to bloody try," said Phoss Veill. He opened his hand, casting the Gambit Stones across the living room carpet. There was almost no luck involved: Velix's power was strong, and Phoss's will indomitable. He had a mission, and the god of Luck would certainly provide. The stones rattled to a halt, and then they began to glow white and hum with power. Phoss could feel the divine power surging through the room, and as he knelt and gathered the dice in his palm, they released a mighty pulse of divine radiance that engulfed the room and soon fell dim.


It was done. All the relics around the world would soon echo and awaken, and their guardians would make their way here. There was no turning back now. Phoss deposited the dice into the depths of his cloak, making his way to the window and brushing aside the curtains.


I am ready, he said in his mind's eye, full of determination as he gazed out at the London winter.


But are they?


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[Kitsu]

Frozen Heart, a.k.a Haruko
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Somewhere, South America

Rainforest, Early morning

Spoiler

pink indented text = Eos speaking inside haruko's mind. normal light blueish text = haruko speaking. also haruko refers to the goddess Eos as mom. Eos calles haruko her child.


"Awaken child.. wake up. you must wake now, there are things to be done."

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Frozen Heart awoke on the tree branch. she had chosen to sleep upon the night before. "Why must i wake? Normally you let me sleep until just after noon...mom." she said stretching. Her foot touched something hard. Opening her eyes, Frozen Heart looked at the pretty colored bird that now looked at her. "Hello, why are you hear? did i disturb you?" she asked the bird. Frozen heart couldn't speak with animals, she could however accurately guess their moods and feelings. it wasn't a divine lyrosian power. it was just that she had lived in this forest long enough to acquire such a skill. The bird looked at Frozen heart a moment longer before cooing in a friendly sounding tone. "oh, good! so i didn't ruin your morning. still sorry for touching your beak without permission." she said standing up on the branch to look around. the bird cooed again in a friendly tone and flew away seemingly happy. Frozen Heart saw her favorite spot in the whole forest and smiled.

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"child the time soon approaches. you will have to answer the call."





"Mom, why do you always speak cryptically or vaguely? and what call?" she asked trying to get her mom to explain just a bit more.





"My dear child, i may be a mother to you. but you must not forget.. i am also Eos, goddess of icy forces. i cannot give you all the answers. i must let you grow and live your destiny. i love you as a mother and as a goddess, but you must live your life."





"But mom, you always mentioned my destiny. but you never would say anything about it until now...why?" she asked in the tone of a scared child. "Mom....mom? are you still there?" she knew mom would not answer her now. Mom always grew quiet when the conversation was over. Frozen Heart always feared when this happened. what if mom didn't speak to her again? the thought was always there. a fear that would never leave. she took mom's amulet and held it close to her heart as she tried to push the fear from her mind. the amulet pulsed in her hand. "W-what? mom's amulet has never done this before.. whats happening?" she questioned, secretly hopping mom would speak to explain why the amulet was pulsing.


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Spoiler

 

[typhoon]

Memphis, TN


U.SA


8:00 pm

Riza shoved his way through the crowds gathered on the sidewalk. Beale Street was always packed on Saturday nights, which meant more money to slip out of pockets and bags. He had just hopped off a Greyhound bus from New York, and he had an entire bag stuffed with crumpled bills and other goods from the last city. Stealing was a second nature to him, and he didn't know why. Sure, it gave him a rush of adrenaline for a few moments that made him feel drunk on power, but it faded quickly. Then he was forced to come back to reality; he had no home, no friends, and no family. He sighed before lowering his head a bit as he walked past two police officers stationed on the side of the street before making his way towards a booth. The smell of cigar smoke and barbecue wafted in the air, and it made Riza's stomach growl. He quickly fished some money out of the pocket of his worn jeans and bought a burger. He surveyed the crowd, and wondered where he should travel next. He had been all over America, spare the poor parts. He would've been out of the states already if he had a passport, but that would be near impossible, since he didn't even have his birth certificate. He sighed and stuffed the rest of the burger in his mouth and threw the tinfoil in a nearby trashcan before wiggling his way out of the crowd and down the empty street. He adjusted his backpack strap as he walked, listening as the music faded in the distance. The hotel he was staying at was a few blocks ahead, and it was a lot nicer than Riza looked. He rarely changed out of his loose black hoodie and jeans, complimented by some converses with dirty laces. You would think he would spend money on himself, but in reality he mostly hoarded it. The rare cases he spent it was for plane tickets. He was continued back to the hotel before he felt a sudden pulse on his chest. He reached in his shirt and grabbed the amulet and examined it. It had been in Riza's possession for as long as he could remember. Yes, it was rather creepy with the giant octopus with wings, but Riza just felt..connected with it somehow. He never took it off. He almost did once, but it felt wrong. Riza held it in his palm as he surveyed it with a raised eyebrow. It continued to pulse, and a breeze rustled Riza's long unkept hair.


"Find..the others."


Riza jumped at the voice. It was deep and seemed to make the ground shake.He looked around nervously as he clutched the amulet, which seemed to be pulsing even faster.


"Answer the call." The voice boomed, and Riza gazed around him wildly, trying to find the source. Was this some sort of prank? As quickly as it came, the breeze vanished and the amulet grew still. Riza stood still for a moment before taking off in the night.


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[enoc010201]

4:30 AM


Rhyz-Kochski, Russia

It was dark. And cold. But really, it was like that a lot of the time so it didn't really phase Klaus much. In his little room, barely heated by a stuttering space heater and a broken furnace, Klaus had piled himself a mountain of blankets and quilts to keep out the burning cold. It was almost time to get up and help his uncle start warming the forge and prepare for the long day of work ahead. When he was a kid, he thought that as a smith, he'd get to make wonderful swords and sabers or detailed religious art and delicate cutlery. Now, he knew better. Smithing was hard work and what they mostly made in the forge were chain link for fences and repairs. It wasn't glorious and his name would never be written in the stars, but it brought in enough money to keep them alive through the winter.


Slipping out of bed, he dressed quickly and headed out to the kitchen where he opened their fridge to find breakfast. For most families, four in the morning would be unthinkable. But for a family of smiths, this was an everyday occurrence. There was some porridge left from yesterday's breakfast when he aunt made a large batch. It had become cold and congealed, but even then, his aunt's cooking made it seem like it was straight out of the pot. Really, it was like the woman had been blessed with wonderful cooking. He ate standing and quickly washed his plate in the basin of dishwater on the counter and put it away in the cupboard.


The forge was separate from their small cottage by a couple yards. It would be a catastrophe if, in the event of a fire, the forge burned down but it would be even worse if the house went down with it. However, this meant that at this ungodly hour in the morning he would have to suit up, almost like a superhero, in an amalgam of coats, scarves and gloves until he was protected from the cold. Which he did, and then stumbled out into the frosty wonderland, blinking like an idiot because of the win and shading his eyes, even though the sun had not yet risen.


Smoke rose from the chimney of the forge and Klaus could tell that his uncle and his cousin were already up and ready. Pushing open the door, he was enveloped by heat and the dusty smell of metal. His uncle, a tall, muscly red head with a ferocious beard and dark brown eyes was shoveling coal into the furnace and was sweeping the floor in the corner.


His uncle looked up at him and grunted and Klaus nodded back. He walked over to Yuri, who had just finished sweeping and was tapping quickly at his iPhone, hoping that his father wouldn't see. The iPhone was a present from a wealthy friend that Yuri had made away at college before he dropped out. His dad wouldn't pay the phone bill for it, so it came out of Yuri's monthly paycheck. Whatever he did with that thing, Klaus had no idea.


"Texting?" he asked and Yuri nodded. "Who?"


"Vera," his cousin mumbled and a sly grin spread across Klaus' face.


"Oooh," he crooned and he felt like he was in elementary school again. "Yura's got a girlfriend!"


However, Yuri was unimpressed and shrugged. "I wish," he grumbled. "She barely even knows I exist."


"She probably has eyes for yours truly," Klaus snickered. Yuri raised a red eyebrow.


"As if."


"Boys!" his uncle called from the furnace and Klaus scurried over with Yuri following behind him. He surveyed the two of them and then waved his arm over to the unfinished projects at their worktable. "What do you think I'm going to say? Get to work!"


Klaus nodded and went to his station. He put on his apron, gloves and goggles and went to his bench for his anvil. The anvil was special to him. His mother, also a smith, had given it to him a year before he passed as a Christmas gift. She said it had been in the family for as long as she could remember and had some sort of spiritual significance. Klaus wished he had listened closer.


He grabbed his anvil and felt a jolt go through his arm. He dropped it and it clattered on the bench with a loud thud.


"Klaus!" his uncle barked. "What are you doing?"


"Nothing!" he called. "It's all good." What was that? Maybe it was cramps. Picking it up a second time, it felt fine. Strange.


Klaus.


He whipped around. His uncle and his cousin were working dutifully. There was no one else in the forge that could have called out to him. A light sweat broke out on his forehead. Maybe he was getting sick. But what runny nose came with hallucinations? Maybe he just didn't get any sleep... Yes, that was it, not enough sleep.


He shrugged off the strange feeling in his chest and got to work. There would be time to think about this later.


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[cripanda]

Lilli


Lewe, Uganda


Sunrise


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Lilli was surrounded in darkness.


The tendrils of cold slithered out to meet her face, caressing her black skin in wisps and gentle eddies. She shivered. "H-Hello?" Lilli cried out into the dead, black around her.


Silence met her.


Shivering Lilli began to walk forward, the ground underneath her feet materializing from the dark matter encasing her form. She felt scared. She felt alone. "Kwaad weg," she muttered, Afrikaans for 'Evil be gone.' This place felt evil, wrong.


Suddenly a scream pierced the darkness. Before her a light had appeared. A small girl lay there, blood pooling around her body into the peaty, sinewy grass that surrounded her. A large spear shaft protruded from her limp corpse, the rod engraved with heiroglyphs and strange ruins, symbols of death and destruction, jutting from her stomach.


Lilli ran towards the girl. She fell at her side. The girl lay heaving for sweet air, waiting for the pain to end. She was too young, no older than eight or nine. She clutched at the spear with weak hands, trying to pull the weapon out of her mangled stomach, only making the wound more fatal, as she drove the shaft in deeper. Her glassy eyes reflected the sky, though above their heads, there was only black. "L-Lilli..." she murmured as her hands fell to her sides.


Lilli paused. The girl... seemed familiar. Something about her eyes. Her face. Lilli knew this girl... "Abby?" she whispered.


The lifeless body lay there like a stone. A blemish upon this Hell full of death. Lilli knew this was Abby. Tears filled her eyes, "No..." she mumbled, "This can't be happening. No!"


Colors started to swarm her vision, the blackness melted before her. The body in her arms dissipated. "No! No no no!" she cried.


"Lilli," a girl's voice said, "Lilli, why are you on the floor again?"


Lilli awoke to two clammy hands grabbing her cheeks, cold water was being sloshed over her forehead. Lilli looked around for the source of the voice. A vision, Lilli's brain kept reapeating, Just a vision.





Abby sat before her, grabbing Lilli's cheek with her tiny hands. She was giggling softly, "You silly goose! It's time for work!"


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Madeline's head popped into the room, "Lilli! Why are you on the ground again? Get the ginger root! Andrew ain't gonna heal himself!" ahe said grouchily.


"Sorry Madeline!" Lilli called, rising from the muddy ground of the hut.


A vision, just a vision.

 

[Semblance]

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Spoiler

The shrill call of a rooster pierced the thin silence of the early morning air. The bright sun shone down onto the luscious green fields nestled next to a small town in the mountains regions of Greece. Avalon brought a hand up to her forehead to shield her eyes from the bright sunlight, her light brown hair turning into a fiery golden underneath the bright light. Her piercing blue eyes gazed over the tomato field before her, hearing another shrill rooster call pierce the morning air. It was springtime now, which meant most of the fruits and vegetables they had planted in the fall were now ripe and ready to be picked.


The sun rose higher in the sky as Avalon began dutifully picking the tomatoes and stacking them in her basket. Suddenly, she heard a familiar voice call her name, signifying that her father had returned from the farmer's market. She instantly made her way through the field and towards her house, excited to see what he had brought back. As she entered the back door, Avalon could tell that it had been a good day for business. Her father's bag was much bulkier than normal, and so was his smile.


"Avie, I bought a present for you," his father said when she entered the kitchen. When he turned back around to face her, he presented her with a delicate silver necklace. "When I was walking out of the market, there was a woman selling jewelry, and I figured since business was booming today, I could afford to buy something for my daughter," he explained happily. It was true; it was harvest season. And that meant everyone would be yearning to buy their delicious fruits, vegetables, and crops.


"Thanks, Papa" she replied gratefully, taking it into her hands. Although she normally did not wear jewelry, she appreciated her father's thoughts and intentions. Avalon made her way up the stairs to her bedroom so that she could put the necklace safely in her dresser. After she placed the piece of jewelry on the second shelf, she began to exit the room when she heard a faint electrifying buzz in the warm air. Her piercing blue eyes naturally turned towards the direction of the sound. It was coming from one of the cabinets in her room. Confused, the young girl quickly closed the distance between herself and the wooden cabinet. The buzzing sound only grew louder as she neared, and Avalon swiftly opened it.


Inside was the dagger that her parents had given her after her younger brother's death about a year ago. They had hoped the family relic would protect her and prevent anything like what had happened to her brother from happening to her. However, when they gave it to her, the dagger's lightning-shaped blade was a dull metal and up until now, had remained that way. Now, as Avalon's piercing gaze observed the weapon before her, there was a bright blue electrifying outline on the sleek, shiny blade. She could see the occasional spark emanate from the metal blade or hear a wild shock buzz a little louder than the others.


A curious finger slowly reached out to touch the blade. Expecting to feel a painful shock, Avalon let out a gasp when she felt instead, a rather cool sensation on her skin. Eventually, her entire hand found its way to the handle, and she could feel the energy flow into her own body. Avalon felt stronger and more energized by the second, her piercing blue eyes still captivated by the dagger. She could feel adrenaline starting to pump through her veins and see images of a dark-haired man with electricity filled-eyes in her mind.


Answer the call. The dark-haired man appeared to be speaking to her. It is time, Avalon. His electricity-filled eyes seemed to be boring right into her soul.


Suddenly, she dropped the dagger back onto the wooden shelf with a clang. Avalon instantly let her hands fall back to her sides, her bright blue eyes still wide with curiosity. However, she didn't feel any fear or discomfort from what had just happened. No, she hadn't felt more like herself in years.

 

[Abendrot]

Levin Schnetzer

Frankfurt, Germany

11:20

Levin's dream ended abruptly as he was shaken back into reality. He found himself on his bed, cold, despite the huge pile of blankets on top of him. Sleep was becoming more of a fleeting chore these past few nights. He let out a sigh as he rolled out of bed, knowing that he had slept in late yet again. At least today was Sunday. Levin came into the kitchen and decided to fix himself some coffee and a bowl of cereal.


As he sat at the kitchen table, watching as his Cheerios floated around in the bowl of milk, Levin began to hear what sounded like... whispers. They were not the soft voices of conversation that were common outside of his apartment, but eerily different, as if they were calling for something... or someone. Levin froze as he tried to listen in on what they were saying, but the whispers were simply too soft to comprehend. He rose from his chair and walked across his apartment, trying to find the source of that sound. As Levin came closer to his room, the whispers became progressively louder. He could hear their chanting some sort of mantra over and over again, but in a language he did not recognize.


"Wer ist da?" Levin finally blurted. The voices were no longer whispering, but now on a talking level as he came into his room. He hoped to God that all of this was just some elaborate prank. He dug through the mess of papers on his desk, trying to find the tape for this or something, but instead found...


...the notebook.


It was a leather bound notebook that his parents gave to him a couple years back before he moved out. It was apparently a family heirloom, even though the book had always been in pristine condition, and completely blank. Why keep a notebook when you aren't even going to use it? Levin gazed at the book as he picked it up. The book vibrated as he held it in his hand, and its voices were now almost shouting their repeating chant. The intricate design on the cover was glowing bright blue, emitting a humming sound on top of the chanting voice. The crescendo of noises was reaching its climax before finally ceasing with a booming voice.


"Answer the call"

 

[cripanda]

Lilli


Madeline's Hut, Lewe, Uganda


Sunrise


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Quickly, Lilli made her way over to the herb store in the back of the room.


"Lilli?" Abby said.


"Yes Abby?" Lilli replied while sorting through herbs and remedies, searching for the ginger root.


"Why were you crying in your sleep?" Abby inquired.


Lilli froze, her hands hovering over the watercrest, "S-someone I loved... died in my... dream," Lilli confided, trying to ease her way around the subject. She continued to search for the ginger root... She didn't want to scar little Abby.


"Who?" Abby asked.


Lilli fumbled around for a moment. Finally her hand closed around the ginger root. She heaved a sigh of relief, "C'mon, I found the ginger root. Madeline will be angry if I don't get it to her soon."


"Okay," Abby consented, her brow furrowing. She did not want to drop the subject.


Lilli took Abby's hand and led her out into the patient room. Andrew, the old farmhand from next door, was lying on the paper-thin mattress by the door, Madeline stooped over him, applying salve and bandages to his wound. His thinning, grey hair was brushed down over his head, sweat coated his forehead in sheets, his breath came in short bursts. Blood pooled onto the dirt floor beneath him.


"O gode!" Lilli cried in Afrikaans, shoving Abby back into the medicine room, "Madeline! Why would you let Abby in here?"


"The girl wants to be a healer! She can't stay innocent forever!" Madeline croaked.


Lilli turned towards Abby, "Stay here," she whispered, and closed the door behind herself, "Madeline," she began hushed, "She's only eight!"


"That's when you began your training," she replied nonchalantly, pressing more bandages to the wound, "If you don't want her to see, take her out the back."


"Dankie ma," Lilli replied hurriedly, Afrikaans for 'Thank you mother."


She dropped the ginger root at Madeline's side and opened the door to the medicine room, Abby sat on the table, tears in her eyes, "Will Andrew be okay?" she asked, sniffling.


"Of course," Lilli replied hurriedly, "Let's go for a walk, yeah?"


Sniffling, Abby nodded, "Yeah." Lilli squatted down and let Abby climb onto her shoulders. She wrapped her little arms around Lilli's neck, and out they walked, towards the forest.


Towards Lilli's house.

 

[JenniPerson]

Sheila Moon

Somewhere in the Ontario Province in Canada


Around 5:15 AM

Sheila was sleeping peacefully in her bed until she was awoken by a strange blue light that engulfed her once dark room. At first, she ignored it, wanting to get a few more hours of sleep; however, suddenly, Sheila could feel something moving on her chest. Feeling annoyed, she reluctantly sat up in her bed and took a look towards her pendant that hung around her neck. Finding that the blue light came from the pendant, she lifted it up to face level and she could feel it pulse. It resonated throughout her body and she could start hearing it as if it was her own heartbeat.


After about five minutes, the light died down and the room became dark once again. Sheila looked around her bedroom, trying to see if anything was out of place. She only wanted to make sure that it wasn't just some trick being played on her. She already knew what it means, but she just wanted to make sure it was true. Seeing that what just happened wasn't a trick, she yawned and stretched out her arms before sighing. 'It's awakened.' she thought before laying back down in her bed. As she laid quietly in her bed, Sheila lifted her pendant above her face and let it dangle in her finders.


Suddenly, a new light had lit up her room. It was not the same light as the one from the pendant, but it was similar; however, it was not as bright. Sitting back up again, a straight face was plastered on her head as she already knew who had intruded into her room so late at night. At the side of her bed, stood a bright lady with beautiful light blue hair that moved smoothly like water. She had a gentle expression as she looked down at Sheila. Sheila had never seen this person in her life, but she had already figured out who the stranger was. She has been hearing her voice since she was a little girl.


"It seems the pendant has been awakened." the lady spoke and Sheila nodded.


"Yes, I can see perfectly clear now. I can even see you, Selene." Sheila says taking another look around her room. It was her first time seeing so clearly, and she wished to engrave it into her mind while she still can, even though she'll be able to see again once the next night falls. Sheila had this sparkle of happiness in her eyes that her straight face wasn't showing, and Selene caught it and chuckled. Finding it cute and feeling relieved that Sheila could feel happy for once. It almost makes her guilty to ruin Sheila's fun so soon.


"You know what's going to happen in a couple hours don't you?" Selene says with a somewhat sad facial expression.


"Yes I know. As soon as the sun comes up, I'll lose my eyesight." Sheila says while tightening her fist.


"Do not worry too much. Soon enough the spirits will become your eyes." Selene says, but it did not make Sheila feel much better. She already knew what was going to happen to her eyesight and she was ready for it, but it was still a scary thought to have. Once dawn breaks, she'll be able to see nothing. Everything will be mixed together like just once big blob image. Everything in her eyes will look blurry beyond recognition. Well, it was better than going completely blind and see nothing but darkness.


Since she was already awake now, Sheila decided to get up and get ready for the day. When she was younger, she spent her time trying to memorize where everything was while she still had her vision. Although, every day that passed her vision would get worse and worse, it had also helped her memorize where everything was in her cabin as well. Now, she knows the ins and outs of her cabin; from every floor board, to all the cups and plates in her cupboards. Sheila had sat on the edge of her bed and then jumped down onto the ground. In the end, no matter how many years had passed or how much more intelligent she has gotten, her body was still that of a ten year old. While she walked out of her room and towards the bathroom, Selene followed after her.


"Get ready quickly. I must teach you how to use your new abilities before it is time to leave." Selene says and Sheila nodded, before going to do her morning routine, while she can still see what she was doing.

 

[Snek]

Phoss Veill

London, England

34 Lancaster Avenue, 3:34 PM (GMT), Evening

Phoss sipped his hot cider as he maintained eye contact with Velix, the two of them sitting across from each other in the den. The deity's top two arms were draped across the back of the couch upon which he sat, and his bottom two arms were clasped in front of him patiently. His wide-brimmed hat was tilted back slightly, allowing full view of the god's dark, empty eye sockets of his skeletal visage. Phoss took another sip, then cleared his throat and broke the silence.


"So here you are."


"Here I am," replied the god.


"Why now? Why here?"


The god took a deep breath.


"Many reasons. The world is falling into chaos. The relics have found worthy guardians. The circumstances are as optimal as possible for Lyros's return. Of course, it will still not be easy."


Phoss bit his lip in contemplation. "You've said that I will inevitably become a leader. Why? Why the Disciple of Luck?"


Velix leaned forward, taking all four arms off the couch. He pointed at Phoss with the right two.


"I'm about more than just luck, kid. It's about the turning points, about direction. Yes, we're about Luck. But we're also about Wind. The way it guides, gives direction, assists those who wander, both physically and spiritually. I am the force that pushes the sailor along his path, or, if it's his time, drags his ship down to the depths. I am the breeze that blows through the cloak of the traveler.


"It's about decisions. Luck tells you the stakes, and the Wind helps you decide. And every decision has immeasurable impact on history. And when it comes down to it, you and me, we're about the Legends. The stories that people tell their kids, about incredible heroes and superhuman feats. Those legends drive people to make choices, and thus, the cycle continues."


There was another moment of silence as the young Scottish individual processed this.


"So," Phoss replied, "Your- erm, our power, is directly related to decisions; which choices to make, and the legacy of those decisions. Is that what you're telling me?"


The god chuckled, the exposed teeth of his upper and lower jaw parting slightly to reveal nothing but blackness. "You're already halfway there, kid. You can see the tip of the iceberg, all you have to do is dip your head under the waves and get the bigger picture."


"I suppose that makes sense, to entrust such a position of leadership to a man whose power is derived from making decisions," Phoss mused. "So, if the guardians are all across the world, how are they getting here? Surely we don't have time to wait around for them to buy plane tickets and fly here?"


"Transportation is being handled by me and the others," said the god smoothly, standing. A whirlwind of sand began to gather around him, slowly picking up in speed as the god's physical manifestation slowly disappeared.


"When will they arrive?" shouted Phoss over the howling of the miniature sandstorm in his living room.


"Soon," bellowed Velix, and soon he was gone, and not a grain of sand remained.

 

[Semblance]

Spoiler

The small brick house nestled in the mountains of Myrsina, Greece was washed a bright white color by the silver moonlight. A stray dog barked in the night, followed by hooting owls and chirping crickets. Avalon lay asleep in her bed, the gray, cozy blanket almost covering her entire face. Suddenly, a loud buzzing sound pierced the silence in her bedroom, jolting her awake. She quickly sat up on her mattress, her light brown hair in tangles down her back. The buzz was a familiar sound, as she recognized this noise from the last time her lightning-shaped dagger began to electrify. Rubbing her eyes sleepily, the slim girl swung her legs over her bed and made her way over to the cabinet where the buzzing was coming from.


Avalon opened the cabinet door and sure enough, the Lightning Blade was washed with a bright blue electricity. As if her body had a mind of its own, a fascinated hand reached into the cabinet to grab the dagger, grasping her fingers delicately around its handle. She immediately felt a rush of energy surge up her arm and fill her body as she made contact with the weapon. Images of a dark-haired man with blue electricity-filled eyes flashed in her mind. This time, however, she could see the images of the man become clearer and clearer until he actually materialized into her room in front of her.


Avalon gasped, almost dropping the dagger, as her bright blue eyes absorbed the dark-haired man who seemed to have appeared out of thin air. He was a tall, muscular man, clad in a black-hooded cloak, with dark brown hair. However, what really captivated her was his eyes, as they were filled with a bright blue electricity, an occasional spark darting out into the air. His presence felt very familiar, and she recognized him from the night several years ago when she had first received her relic. The deity had appeared to her in her dream and informed her about the power of her dagger as well as the legends of Lyros. Since then, he had only appeared a few times to teach her how to use her powers in her dreams, but their last training session had been quite some time ago. In addition, the god had never appeared to her in person until now. "Raidon," she whispered, her eyes wide with fascination.


"Ah, so you recognize me," the man replied with a haughty smirk.


"Of course. You're the god of lightning and thunder," she stated, reflecting back on the previous times when he had met her in her dreams.


"The one and only," he said as he gave a sarcastic bow. "And the most powerful god as well, in my humble opinion," he added arrogantly.


Avalon rolled her eyes. "Yeah, you're real humble," she responded sarcastically. "Why are you here? And why now?" she asked, confusion in her voice.


The amused smile on Raidon's face was quickly replaced by a more somber expression. "It's time for the return of Lyros," he said quite simply. Avalon's bright blue eyes, which were now beginning to electrify as a result of her contact with the relic, followed the diety as he began to pace slowly around her room. "The world is falling into a chaos you could never imagine. The other gods and I have decided that now is the perfect time to bring back our lost empire, and we have all selected competent guardians for our respective relics," he explained.


Avalon absorbed all of the information carefully, wondering what this would all entail. "And I've been chosen as the guardian for the Lightning Blade," she said, looking down at the electrified dagger in her hand.


Raidon nodded at her statement. "Lightning, thunder, and electricity are all quite finicky elements. They are unpredictable and require extreme control. However, once you have mastered this element, the limit to your powers will be unfathomable," he stated proudly. "Everything in your tangible environment will be under your control. Even the smallest atoms, which are the basic building blocks of this world, contain electricity. The attraction between protons and electrons are all based off of static electricity. Dedicate yourself to this quest, and I promise you that you will wield a power so strong that it is currently out of your comprehension," he told her, his piercing electric gaze boring right into her blue eyes. "Answer the call, Avalon. It's time to fulfill your destiny," he added firmly.


She listened intently to his explanation, and it sounded as if he were almost trying to convince her. However, Avalon knew that she didn't have a choice in this matter. This had all been predetermined for her generations ago. Her thirst for adventure tugged at her heartstrings and the prospect of traveling around on a quest to rebuild a lost empire captivated her. Plus, what Raidon had told her about mastering the element of lightning was certainly an added perk. "Okay," she simply said after some contemplation. "Okay, I'm ready for this," she repeated a little more confidently, meeting his piercing eyes.


The diety seemed relieved at her answer, as the arrogant smirk returned to his face. "First, you need to join up with the other guardians. We have decided for everyone to meet in London with Phoss, Velix's chosen guardian. He is the diety of luck, wind, and legends," he explained.


"How am I supposed to get to London from here?" she asked, interrupting him.


Raidon seemed annoyed that he was cut off but he replied all the same. "The other gods and I will simultaneously channel our powers into a portal to London for each of you," he said, electricity beginning to outline his body.


"Wait, what about my parents? I can't just leave them!" she asked, raising her voice over the loud static noise that was beginning to fill the air.


"They will understand. When they see that both you and the relic have gone, they will know that you have answered the call, for they themselves were once guardians of the relic," Raidon answered. His body seemed almost devoured by blue electricity as he became more and more transparent until he quite literally disappeared into thin air, leaving behind a burnt electric smell in the air.


Avalon stood there for a few moments in silence, processing everything that had just happened. Suddenly, a thin, tall portal appeared where Raidon had once been standing. It was outlined with a bright blue electricity and the all-too familiar buzz emanated from the piercing light that filled the center. She quickly changed out of her pajamas into dark blue jeans and a comfortable black shirt as well as running shoes. She had a feeling that they would be doing a lot of traveling. Avalon grabbed her black, lightweight backpack and filled it with everything she might need, including her wallet, the dagger, a couple water bottles, some snacks, her toothbrush, a small umbrella, a light jacket, and a change of clothes. When she clasped her silver watch onto her left wrist, she saw that it had just turned midnight, meaning it would still be 10:00 o'clock PM in London.


After she had packed everything, she left a note on her desk for her parents, explaining where she was going and that she loved then. With a deep breath, Avalon placed herself in front of the bright portal and looked into its depths that seemed to go on forever. She knew that this was her last chance to turn back- once she stepped into this portal, there was no going back. With that in mind, she slowly, yet confidently stepped into the bright abyss and closed her eyes, bracing herself for the worst.


The next thing she knew, she opened her eyes and she found herself in the middle of a cozy den. The walls were made of dark brown wood and there was a fireplace as well as a bookshelf on either sides of the room. Her attention, however, was on a slender, young man with dark blonde hair and golden irises sitting on a tan couch in the middle of the den. Avalon wondered how she must have appeared, as she had materialized out of nowhere and had a flustered look on her face. "You must be Phoss," she greeted the man, hoping the gods hadn't sent her to the wrong place. "My name is Avalon. I believe we'll be spending quite some time together," she added, giving him a warm, knowing smile.

Mom and Dad,


So much has happened, I don't know where to begin. Raidon came to me and told me that it was time to rebuild Lyros. I've gone to London to meet with the other guardians. I don't know when I will be back, but I'll be safe. Take care and I hope to see you guys soon.


I love you,


Avalon

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@The Villain King

 

[Kitsu]

Frozen Heart, a.k.a Haruko
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Somewhere, South America

Rainforest, Late Afternoon

Spoiler

pink indented text = Eos speaking inside haruko's mind. normal pink text = Eos speaking in person. normal light blueish text = haruko speaking. indented blueish text = haruko's thoughts. also haruko refers to the goddess Eos as mom. Eos calles haruko her child.

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"child hold still, are you so happy just to finally see me?" Eos chuckled at Frozen Heart's child-like eagerness. Eos was trying to wash Frozen Heart off in the pouring waters of the waterfall. Eos knew she shouldn't be treating Frozen Heart as her own child. But Frozen Heart's excitement at seeing her had made Eos spoil the girl. Eos had appeared before Frozen Heart to answer, what questions she could for her child. But Frozen Heart had expressed full trust for her.

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(Eos, goddess of icy forces)

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"Of course i am mom. You always talked to me and raised me through my mind. But now im seeing my mom for the first time in person!" frozen heart said in the tone of an excited kid. "Are we going to live together now mom? oh, please say we can." frozen heart asked already suspecting how mom would answer. She fingered her mom's amulet, and looked to Eos. Frozen Heart was hoping that there was a chance she could live with mom.

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(Amulet of Eos)

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"I'm sorry my dear child. you have many things to do, before we can live as mother and daughter. there will be many hardships you will face. But always remember, you will never be truly alone. Child you must meet with the others and start your journey to rebuild Lyros."


"But mom, who are these other? how do I meet them?" Frozen Heart asked somewhat scared. what would these others be like. would they also have, what mom calls a relic. Frozen Heart's worry caused her to cling to moms amulet and to mom herself. "Mom... what if i mess up? what if the others won't like me? what if... what if we failed?" she asked full of so many questions now. She didn't want to go on such a quest. But mom believed she could help in some way. why did she end up having to do this, all she'd wanted was to meet and live with mom.


"Don't worry about how child. I and the other gods will open portals, that will let you meet the others. child, i must go now. But remember i am always with you young one. Do not be afraid of your gift and do not undermine yourself. You will be a valuable ally to the others. However you must never use the power i have granted you for misdeeds. you must also never hurt any of the others."


"Power? Mom, what power? I have no powers..." Frozen Heart didn't understand. Powers were the things normal kids dreamed of having. But she didn't want powers, she wanted to live in this forest with mom. Looking up to tell mom, her feelings. she saw that mom had already left her alone... again.

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[enoc010201]

8:21 PM


Rhyz-Kochski, Russia


The day had gone by in a blur for Klaus. Once he had picked up his trusty anvil, his head seemed to get foggy and musty. It disturbed him, as this had never happened before. His anvil was something that he treasured not only for its durability, but for its trustworthy nature as well. When he flopped into bed at the end of the day, his arms ached, something that rarely happened anymore and his mind was still fixated on the anvil.


He remembered the day he received it. He lived with his mother at the time and it was one of the few moments when he remembered her to be actually smiling, not that skim-milk ghost that graced her face in most of his memories of her, but an actual genuine smile. It was Christmas and there was a blizzard inside. In the building they had lived in, there was nothing but a space heater but he remembered it being toasty, wrapped up in a quilt and his mother's sweet embrace. She had pressed it into his hands without a word, watching him as he unwrapped the newspaper and twine. He was expecting some kind of electronic, not an anvil. He would have complained, had it not been for that smile. So he hugged her and she gushed how, when he was older, she would send him to live with her brother for an apprenticeship.


That had been so long ago. She'd been taken a couple years back with fever and never recovered. He hoped she was happy in the end...


No. No more time moping. He sat up in bed and ran his hands through his hair. He knew something that would cheer him up, he'd go pester Yura. He got out of bed and went to Yura's room. However, when he laid his hand on the doorknob, he felt the same tingle up his spine that he experienced when he touched his anvil. He spun around wildly, trying to see if there was anyone else around, but he was alone in the hallway.


Klaus.


There was that awful voice again! He ran back to his room and jumped under the covers of his bed. He was going crazy! Losing his mind! This had to be the strangest day ever! (Well, except for when he and Yura went ice diving... but still!)


Klaus.


He scrunched his eyes as tight as he could, cupped his hands over his ears, but the voice would still not go away.


Klaus. Look up, my child.


No! There was no way on Earth that he'd listen to the crazy voices in his head. Maybe he could just sleep this off and in the morning it would all be a bad dream.


Klaus, you must look at me.


The voice took on an insistent tone and Klaus felt his stomach sink. Maybe just one peek wouldn't hurt and once he would see that there would be nothing there, he could just go to sleep.


Slowly, he uncovered his ears and eyes and got up from bed. Counting to three, he finally looked up and saw a figure standing in the dim lamplight of his room.


It was an old woman with a hunched back with hair that literally was fire. It pooled about her shoulders and trickled down her back, but she did not seem fazed at all. She was wearing homespun clothes and in her arms she carried a great anvil that seemed impossible for such a little old crone to pick up.


Klaus gaped. The old woman continued to smile at him. Finally, the apparition spoke to him.


"It's not polite to stare, you know," she said and Klaus nodded politely and closed his mouth. Once he was finished doing that, he realized with a start that he had just obeyed a figment of his imagination.


"Um," Klaus spluttered. "You're just my subconscious, right? Right?"


The crone smiled.


"No, my child. I am the god of your people, the people of Lyros. I am the god of heat and warmth, the furnace and the flame. My name is Aos and I am here to deliver a message to you, young one."


Klaus couldn't move. This had to be a dream. The old woman walked closer to him and he jumped involuntarily as she approached. However, instead of hurting him, she let out her hand to him and offered it for him to touch. Tentatively, he put out a quivering finger and brushed the woman's palm. It was warm and when he touched it, he felt calm, like he had just been soaking in a sauna.


"You are in danger if you stay here, Klaus. You must leave your home and everything you know in order to save yourself and your family. You must travel West, in search of the other gods of your people. I understand your hesitancy, but it is not you who made this decision. With all heroes, their destiny is thrown upon them. And you, Klaus, are a hero."

 

[typhoon]

10 am


Memphis, TN




Riza woke up jumbled in the hotel's starch-white sheets, part of his hair matted and the other in his mouth. He spat it out and groaned. Last night's memories came surfacing no matter how hard Riza tried pushing them out, and he sighed. It was late at night and I was drinking. It was just my imagination. He kept repeating the words in his head, but it would probably me more convincing if he actually drunk. Whatever, just forget about it for now. You need breakfast. As if on cue, his stomach made a sound as if were mimicking a dying whale. He grunted as he disentangled himself and headed for the shower. He unwrapped the bar of soap shaped like a leaf and grabbed the small bottles of shampoo and conditioner before turning on the hot water, peeling off his dirty clothes, and slipping in the shower.


He emerged 30 minutes later looking like a cooked lobster, but at least he rid himself of the smell of last night's endeavors. He wrapped a towel around his waist before searching his bag for some clothes. After getting dressed he called room service and ordered enough food for a sumo wrestler and plopped on the bed and turnedon the T.V. He suddenly began feeling the same pulse from the amulet as the night before. He panicked and grabbed the amulet and proceeded to rip it off his neck and throw it. It bounced off the minifridge and onto the floor. Riza peered at it from the safety of his bed. When no voices starting talking out of the thin air he relaxed slightly and focused on nickelodeon once more.


"I can't believe you call that crap entertainment." Said a voice that sounded like wind rustling leaves. Riza glanced across the room only to see a dark figure perching on the couch across from him. Riza scrambled off the bed in alarm, and quickly scooted to the far side of the room.


"I don't know who you are, but I will alert the police if you don't leave this room immediately." RIza said shakily. The figure was unnerving; it was as if he wasn't even human. His-if that was what is was- body seemed to have the quality of smoke. His face seemed blurred out, and the rest of him looked like it would be blown away by the mere touch of the wind.


"If you called your security enforcement humans I'm sure they would like to know about all the money and other items stashed in that bag of yours." The figure said in that whisper-like voice, and Riza gritted his teeth.


"So that's what your here for, huh? Well-" Riza's mouth instantly shut closed as the figure rised and began drifting towards him. Riza whimpered and pressed himself closer to the wall, the glass cooling his back. The figure simply picked up the leather string of his amulet, and let it dangle from his ghostly hand.


"Do you even know about this amulet?" That dry voice asked again. Riza looked at it, and felt unprotected and weak like he usually did without the safety of it around his neck. "It's special to me." He croaked. THe figure laughed, a hollow, brittle laugh. "Special? You've barely touched the surface. But, let me introduce myself. I am Tenebris, and I am the diety represented on your amulet." Now it was Riza's turn to laugh, but it was cut short due to the air turning colder. "I would not laugh boy. You are part of something far greater than your mischievous scroungings. I have chosen you because I know you are capable of such feats, Riza. Its time you've answered the call."


The two faced each other in silence for a while. Faint music trickled in from the busy restauraunts outside, bustling with activity. "You don't look like the thing on my amulet." Riza said simply. Riza couldn't exactly see it, but he could feel the man rolling his eyes. "You want me to turn into a giant octopus with wings? Alright." Riza quickly put a stop to it when the first tentacle popped out of nowhere and smashed the T.V into bits. "Please. Never do that again." Riza whispered weakly. The figure-Tenebris- shrugged. "You really need to be going though. Phoss and Luck are going to be pissed. THey're both so annoying, on my stars. 'Tenebris, fetch the boy. Tenebris, whats taking so long? Tenebris, you can't show up in front of the boy in your true form!' Did I mention I hate taking orders? Its exasperating." He rubbed his temples, or whatever they were. Riza internally agreed with him before Tenebris starting talking again. "I'll teleport you there. Note, I'm not exactly good at it so if you end up in California or Australia, bring me back a souvenir."


Before Riza could say anything, the amulet was back on his neck and the hotel vanished, only to be replaced by-Riza fell head first onto carpet. He groaned and got up, looking around him as he rubbed his head. "That little-and he forgot-" His bag of clothes and necessities promptly landed on top of him and sent Riza back on the floor. He let out a battle cry and lept to his feet. "Tenebris! You lousy-" He stopped when he heard movement behind him. He whirled around, only to see a man and woman sitting on the couches, looking slightly surprised. Riza stood still as he looked the two over.


"Um..am I in the right place?"

@The Villain King @Semblance

 

[Snek]

Phoss Veill

London, England

34 Lancaster Avenue, 4:00 PM (DST), Evening

It was half an hour later when the first two arrived.


Phoss was sitting in the den, sipping the last of a cup of hot chocolate when he felt a strange disturbance in the air. It was like space was being twisted and compressed, and it made him a little lightheaded. As he stood up to make himself another cup, the pressure abruptly skyrocketed, then died down completely.


"You must be Phoss," he heard a feminine voice say behind him. He whirled around and found himself facing a captivating young blonde, dressed in casual attire and holding a small dagger in her hand shaped like a lightning bolt. Another relic, no doubt.


"My name is Avalon. I believe we'll be spending quite some time together," said the girl, giving him a smile. She seemed friendly enough.


Phoss smiled back.


"Yes, Phoss is my name. Pleasure to make your acquaintance, Avalon. I am the Disciple of Luck, and this is my home. Well, it's a vacation home, and it belongs to my family, but there is room to accommodate company such as yourself while we discuss the matter of Lyros's return. Could I get you something?"


Not a moment after the words left his mouth, there was another squeezing of spacetime, and another disciple materialized on the carpet, along with bags of luggage. "Um...am I in the right place?"


Phoss smirked and held out his hand to shake. "Yes, you certainly are. I'm Phoss, and this house belongs to my family. You and the rest of us Lyrosian guardians will be staying here for the duration of our mission to bring about the return of our long-lost empire."


"There are two bedrooms upstairs and one in the basement, as well as a couple couches to sleep on here in the den. Make yourselves at home. The others will be arriving shortly."


With that, he gave them a nod and made his way towards the kitchen to refill his beverage.


"Oh, and welcome to London."


@Semblance @Coal