Multiple Settings NoWhere. A Paradox Pocket Realm ( Open to Everyone )

[active_mind]

Mariah turned towards Val when she heard her speak her name. She shook her head, shrugging, and was about to answer her question, but she saw the man from earlier crash into the room, a few stray crumbs of what she thought was pie still on his face. She hopped back as he fell, equal parts amused and suspicious. Then out of the corner of her eye, she spotted floating cogs above Charles's arm. She looked on in wonder and a bit of confusion.

Charles opened the door with a key, and Mariah raised an eyebrow, curious. Eager to get away from the explosions surrounding her and the sentient furniture, she grabbed pie man's arm with her recently extinguished hot hands and heaved him up with a grunt, dragging him to the door with her as she followed the others. She screeched to a halt when she saw the transparent floor and the beautiful scene below it. She dropped the foodie's arm and heard the door close behind her. Mariah could have sworn that Charles had been in here a second ago, but somehow he had turned into a voice echoing around her. She wished she cared more, but she was too mesmerized by all the swirling colors below her. The conversation held by Harquin and Charles was simply background noise to her. She stomped on the ground with a foot lightly, half expecting it to wave or move ominously beneath her. She raised her head when Harquin spoke to them.

Mariah started to rub her temples as he explained the situation. Her head spun, trying to process all the details. The hell did she get herself into? What? It's not like she chose to come here... Well she basically accepted the turn of events by exploring, now didn't she? It's in her DNA... She has to explore. Yeah, well that certainly has been beneficial to her. Injuries, weird supernatural things, lack of friends because she puts herself in danger...

Mariah muttered to herself, continuing to argue with herself like a lunatic. All she knew was that there was a crystal, and they were in danger, and damn it, what else could she do but follow these people. She saw Val put her hand on the altar. Knowing she could at least trust her... She thought... She walked forward and put her hand on the altar, looking uncertain. Then she looked back at the guy she dragged into here. "...if I were you, I would get your butt over here."

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[Lord0fFate]

As I brought myself up to my feet I dusted myself off from my... ehem... stumble.. but suddenly an unyielding voice caught my attention as I hesitantly stared at the young lady who was calling to me, I then nodded politely as I readjusted my hat and in doing so I picked up my staff and lightly jogged my way on over placing my hand on said...altar?

'Seriously, what is this place?' I wonder to myself as my eye's gaze from place to place. 'No matter the question, I wake up in the middle of absolute no where, I walk into an inn and already something crazy is happening! Aw jeez, I really should've listened to Ms. Wallop about staying away from those prickly mushrooms...'

I take my hand grasping my staff firmly planting it to the ground to help prevent myself from losing balance if the floor should shake once again, I then take some time studying everyone's appearance in the room. 'These people aren't from my world... I'm not sure who to trust here, as long we put our protection first I suppose that is one thing in common...'

 

[BloodInMyEyes]

Vendrall

Vendrall awoke to the familiar darkness of the dark forest. He carefully moved from his perch on the celling and onto the floor of his home, which hung from the branches if the Great Tree. Then he stepped outside onto the balcony to watch as the will-o-whisps woke up and used their spectral flames to light the magical lanterns that provided light for the creatures who could not see in the dark. After the lanterns were lit and the will-o-whisps went out to help guide new creatures to the village, the early risers of the village under the Great Tree began to leave their homes. Vendrall watched happily as the villagers mingled and greeted each other before going off to start their days. Some headed deeper into the forest to hunt, others went to the river to fish or collect fresh water, and others waited patiently near the gathering stump. Vendrall then fetched a large sack and flew up to the lowest branches of the Great Tree, which were still about eighty feet above the ground, and began collecting the delicious and nutrient filled fruits that grew there. After he collected a good amount, he gently buzzed down to the gathering stump and emptied the fruits into the bowl shaped top. "Good morning friends, I hope you all slept well." Vendrall said to the villagers. "Better than when I lived alone in a cave." Replied Rumus, who was new to the forest. "I'm very grateful to you for allowing me to stay here." He said. Vendral chuckled lightly. "No need to thank me, this place is open to all who need somewhere to stay. We all have to keep each other safe from the humans after all." He smiled happily, looking over all of the villagers who had gathered around the stump. "Well, breakfast is served. Make sure to share, there's going to be plenty more." He said. Once the villagers began to eat the fruit, Vendrall flew back up to the tree to collect more so that everyone could get their fill, and only once everyone in the village had woken up and either gone off on their own or had their fill of the fruits did Vendrall finally rest on his porch and drink some sap from the great tree. Vendrall was happy, the village he had only dreamed of on that day long ago, was a beautiful reality. He watched the villagers go about their day from his perch, making sure everything went smoothly. Vendrall closed his eyes and listened. He listened to the murmur of the villagers below, and the sounds of the wind in the trees high above. He listened to the faint creaking of the massive conifer trees, whos branches blocked out the sun, and to the faint sound of birdsong in the treetops, singing happily in the sunlight. But... Then it stopped... Vendrall heard nothing... He opened his eyes and found himself in a strange place that looked like a human town but... Different... He looked down the streets to see the houses becoming more and more mismatched as they got further and further away. A strange red light hung above him, flashing continuously. Then he heard the explosion and saw the bolt of red flash across the sky. "What in the name of the Great Tree is going on?!" Vendrall exclaimed. He spotted strange black tendrils flailing about and causing the things they touched to change in strange ways. Vendrall took to the air and tried to avoid the tendrils as best he could while searching for someplace safe to hide.

 

[Arkaeis]

[Event - Round three ]

The lighting thundered over the Reliquary echoing into the endless unknown, rattling the very foundation of the reality they inhabited which signified the strength of the storm which grew stronger overhead. From the bolt of lightning blossomed a wave of crimson energy akin to a ripple , that move through everything like a ghost shading reality lightly in a red tint. This wave of energy passed through every object like a ghost leaving the very fabric of NoWhere altered in it's wake.

From the street screams of horror could be heard as things morphed into something twisted and often violent. Blue Mailboxes grew sharp set of teeth, reminding everyone that they came across that mimics can be more than just treasure chest. Lampposts grew in ways which created metal snake-like abominations which breathed a jolting electric blue fire. and street signs separated into metal arachnoids but the worst were the people, chaos grew inside of them faster than any virus until their forms where both muscular and disfigured, glowing red orbs inhabited their eye-sockets and their mouths remained gaping as their tongue elongated into a viperlike tendril of chaos mirroring their larger counterparts. With this chaos was able to spread from host to host as these husks of humanity ran at muscle shredding speed towards anything that made a sound.

Whether by pure accident or by sensing some surge of great power the tentacles reached for the haven and were blocked by a barrier of bright blue energy that caused the tentacles to write back in pain and surprise. Suddenly, in unison all forms of chaos whether spawned or incarnate turned towards their target. With a blinding rage a loud screeching sound blasted from the portal of the training grounds and everything converged at once bashing and reaching and clawing at the forces that protected the haven from all punible threats.

Charles voices rang out clearly within the reliquary.

"Sir, it's holding for now but the calculations are insufficient to estimate for how long."

"Right, You'd better get out there." He said referencing the travellers who were now aglow in the strange light that had been sourced from the alter.

"Unfortunately in my current state I am not of much help to you in this right, but be weary once you are outside of the Haven... who knows what unfathomable things will occur. That light should protect you from becoming a husk.. but if the storm grows I cannot vouch if you will be affected by changed to the realm itself. I need to stay here with charles and make sure that thing doesn't get ahold of anything else.. if they were to get ahold of another of these artifacts we would all surely be doomed." Harquin explained quickly before moving towards a large futuristic console that was situated by the altar.

"Remember, all that matters is that you get the focus crystal out of the training grounds, once you do this show should come to an abrupt end."

Unaltered Duel | 1
Test of fates | 2
Leveled Field | 3

(up next is Leveled Field rolled 1 and then 3)
{{ I am soooooooo sorry guys, my computer has been eating things, in the future I will set up protocol with the GMs so that the story can continue on without me if need be for a short while.}}

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[PixelSymphony]

The tips of Val'sharra's ears twitched slightly as her heightened senses caught the screams of the ravaged and mutated population outside Haven's doors. "Those cries of help... Creator please save those poor souls," she quietly prayed even as the words sparked a sharp, hot pain upon her tongue. Then, nodding at Harquin's orders, she unslung the long rifle from her back, readying its various sighting devices before racking a round into its chamber with a distinctive cra-chack. "How I wish I did not have to return to my old ways this soon, but perhaps if it is in defense of another..." The demon's words trailed off as she prepared herself mentally for what was to come; now was not the time for wistful longing, now was the time for cold hard steel.

She turned to the others, eyes heating up with white-hot intent. "I will scout out the front entrance; I have a bad feeling that's where the worst of this is." Her cloak flared as she turned sharply, bounding like an animal back up the stairs to the Reliquary doors to emerge back into the front lobby. As she peered intently through the decorative windows dotting the entryway, she was taken aback by how much had changed in just the few moments they had been away. Lightning ripped through the sky, continuing to send out pulses of red that changed the very laws of the domain, and just past the front doors, a veritable army of chaos was pounding at the very gates of their new-found home, held back only by the blue shield surrounding the place whose potentially declining status Charles had been reporting earlier.

I need to get a better angle on this. Val jerked her head upwards, searching around for some way to get to an elevated vantage point. There! An elevated skylight looked like it would provide ample access to the mansion's roof; now all she needed was to get up there. With a motion of her off-hand, a grappling hook fired out from underneath her cloak, lodging into the molding surrounding the glass plate above and lifting her rapidly upwards towards the heavens. One assertive kick later she was on the roof, and not a moment too soon: the collected masses of tendrils appeared to be recruiting further members to the assault, the gathered horde's numbers doubling with the initial reinforcements. With entirely too-practiced movements she shouldered her rifle and peered through its scope, centering her crosshairs on the closest assailant, an errant traffic light that was lashing out at the arcane barrier with its signal lamps over and over. With a carefully controlled breath, she slowly pulled the trigger, the rifle roaring to life with a supersonic crack and gout of flame. Then she fired again, and again, and countless more times, sending super-high velocity copper-jacketed lead screaming into the fray as she heralded what would the defense of Haven.

 

[Folly-Derrezzed]

Tin-Tin summoned a holographic interface, not much different to the one charles used earlier. The only exception is it appeared as a small three squared puzzle with several runes etched into them. Through a few combinations, the machine pulled a long sleek rifle from a portal, appearing as it had been fabricated by air and white sparks. It was chrome plated with multiple small floating diamonds surrounding a blue energized ring. Tin-Tin accompanied the sniper above, its eyes focusing at the center of its visor as a red holographic crosshair appeared above the gun. The three ghostly eyes combined and formed a red triangle. The gun charged, making a low wirr and a watery sloshy sound from the ring before a bolt of energy was shot out in arbelest. It sounded hollow and metallic, however, as it hit a lumbering street lamp that hissed at the blue magic dome that protected the Haven. However, a cause for concern is what appeared to be a mass of deep black smoke and red circuitry swirling in the sky.