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Post by Miki Sayaka on Dec 9, 2015 3:30:33 GMT -6
She smiled sadly at him, leaning her head back against the wall. "You're one of the few people I've met in the last few centuries who have been kind to me." Her eyes looked tired and worn, holding a bitterness and pain that ran deep in her core. "I suppose I acted rashly. But calling me out like that...well, it certainly doesn't bring up good memories." She tilted her face towards the ceiling with a thoughtful expression. "You remind me of myself in my younger years. I thought I was someone worthless, the scum of the earth who could only latch on and feed off others like a parasite. Without a vessel, I would be nothing. I can't call a thing in this world my own." She gripped at her chest with a hint of anger in her voice. "Not even a body." She turned away suddenly, seeming to remind herself that this man was still a stranger. "At the very least, I thank you for conversing. Not many would forgive something like me, let alone talk with it in such an informal manor." She twirled a piece of Celty's hair in her hand, trying to distract herself from the odd conversation she was taking part in. "You've survived this long, and that's a feat in itself. It doesn't matter how you did it. As you said, there is no crime in wanting to live. So if others step in the way of that--." She gritted her teeth and pulled hard against the hair until she could feel the pain. "You have every right to crush them."
Rezza let out a muffled laugh, clearing his throat afterwards. "Well, I certainly can't argue with the way you think." Still lying on the floor he stretched his back slightly, his chest puffing up as a result. Turning his eyes to Clarissa, he blinked sleepily before continuing. "Taking action against someone who thinks they have the right to get rid of your life in any way is justifiable. Even if it is sometimes yourself... To be honest though," A tiny chuckle escaped his lungs. "the only thing I ever heard of any sort of witches were all ridiculous tall tales. I never got why people acted like someone like that was some kind of horror, are magical beings really THAT unheard of when there are people who can directly mess with the flow of time. Of course.. That's just me, when have i ever known anything?" Picking up his right hand he ran it through his bangs and lifted them into the air above his face, letting them fall back in what ever haphazard manner they wished. "How does that stuff work, anyway? Your witch stuff? I won't pretend I really know what's going on with all this." |
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Post by LadyAurablade on Dec 9, 2015 6:37:45 GMT -6
"You try the rest." She took a step back, as to observe him do so, before raising an eyebrow in inquiry. "Push the buttons...." mumbled Altheron, holding the button between his thumb and index finger carefully as he brought the other end of the shirt over to it, his eye refusing to break focus the entire time, not even after seeing Ooro slip behind him in his peripheral to dry his hair. "Through the... slits...", he continued, slowly placing the small fastener through the slit before letting the fabric fall from his fingers and began clapping excitedly to himself. "I did it! I did it!!" he shouted, jumping up and down at this achievement. He finished buttoning the rest of the shirt at a similar speed, making sure to not make any mistakes like Ooro had said, and tucked in the ends of the shirt beneath his trousers. It was then that he realized he had missed the small elven girl's question and turned around to see her already conversing with Enoch, who still held onto his vest. He made the effort to walk over to them, only to be pulled back from some unknown force tugging on his hair. "Oh, thank you Ooro!" he rang, noticing how dry his hair had now gotten from her drying it. He looked back at the other two elves, ready to answer Luair's inquiry about Osseus with the same brand of elation he had experienced back when he conquered the buttons on his shirt, when a look of slight confusion became etched on his face at the shift in Enoch's expression and the words that followed soon after. "Ooro, Luair, how are you two feeling?" "Enoch, they are both fine." he mused, unaware of the events that took place in his absence. "Why would they not be? The battle with the king seems like it was so long ago...." |
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Post by ChibiGissy on Dec 9, 2015 7:38:49 GMT -6
As Mimisko looked outside the window, she looked at the note she got from her brother. Mimisko turn the note over for a bit and she notice that there's more writing in the note. She reads it and this comes as a shock to her....
"Oh yeah, one more thing...
I found out the stupidest reason why older people were treating you like Sadnor's spawn.
I cannot say the same for the younger people that treated you poorly because they are nothing more than snot-nose shits. Simple as that.
But with the older people, this is something that is so, monumentally, stupid, that I actually gotten angry for you.
My one friend, who is like the brainy type of this group that went around the village, told me there the was this prophecy thing there that said a spawn of Sandor would be born on either the date of my birthday or yours.
However, what made me so mad, is that they told that they really shouldn't believe that crap because the prophecy thing looks like it was made by a 12 year punk ass that had WAY to much tme on his hands.
Either it's that Teinpanalu bitch that mom told me about that caused those assholes to be like that or no matter what time, people are going to be forever fundamentally stupid. I hope to Yakoshi it's the former because once that bitch is back from the dead, I am ready to kick her ass!!
Anyways, that's all the information I got. I'm surprised I can fit it all in this note."
((Basically, this is like one of those prophecy that is only secluded in Mimisko village's as no other town would think that is true.))
All those years... all the pain.. by a poorly-made prophecy....
No...
Teinpanalu caused the pain. She caused people to lose there marbles. And she might've connected that poorly-made prophecy.
Mimisko is sure of that.
Mimisko continued looking out the window. She wanted to remember that, despite all the people in their old town said to her, least one ice mage and a group of people see her for who she is...and that group is the Shadow Slayers.
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Post by funnybunnyjay on Dec 9, 2015 14:19:00 GMT -6
Announcement
1. The final battle for this role playing game will begin this Saturday on December 12th. I might start it sooner than that if people start losing interest in the current part of Shadow Slayers that we're on now, but it isn't planned to start any later than the 12th.
2. You may now submit humanoid fearens. These can be any character that you've created who has died in the past revived as a fearen. They'd look the same as they did when they were alive, except with a black and red color scheme. You can make them more intelligent than regular fearens, and retain the memories of when they were alive, but be sure to keep in mind that they'd be pure evil as fearens. You can also make them significantly more powerful than regular fearens, but try not to make them overpowered. Feel free to private message me with your humanoid fearen idea at any time from now on and I'll post them on the forum once the next fight begins. I will also include regular fearens as well in the next fight. |
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Post by norimo on Dec 9, 2015 15:05:28 GMT -6
Ooro giggled to herself as Altheron bounced with glee at his achievement. "No problem," she replied upon his hearing his gratitude.
Her ears perked up, and she glanced over her shoulder back to the petite archer. Now that she thought of it, Osseus had rather glued himself to her as of late. Her lips curled into a sly grin as she remembered just how flustered he had became back in the forest when he was caught chasing after Altheron in a heated fit. However, she hadn't known of an item Osseus would particularly be fond of. Hopefully, it wouldn't be anything like the alcohol he chugged that one evening...
Yet, if she was picking up on the situation correctly- then the actual item may have not mattered. "Oh, I'm sure he'll like anything if it's from you," she chuckled, shooting Luair a smile as she did so. She had seen Osseus just a bit ago, unfortunately she was called into the other room before she could speak with him. It was rather unfortunate, she hadn't the chance to check up on him after the previous battle yet.
Ooro turned to face Enoch, and her eyes strayed to her arm at his inquiry. "Uh, well... doesn't sting as much as it first did. Though, I'm alright..." she replied, her voice beginning to trail off as her eyes averted. The whole thing had still been... uncomfortable, to think about. She had yet to gauge her feelings accurately on the situation. While she was about to change the subject, Altheron had spoken up.
...That's right. She didn't remember seeing Altheron at all during the commotion. Judging by his confusion, it would appear he was absent for the entire fiasco. What was she to tell him? For a moment, she twiddled her thumbs as she mulled over what to say.
"...You really weren't there at all, huh? Apparently, Celty had some kind of witch inside her- and she used magic against some of us..."
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Post by titee on Dec 9, 2015 16:47:36 GMT -6
"All right," He shrugged, not feeling it necessary to pry further. Probably a cultural thing, anyways. But pudding sounded great at the moment. And he needed something a little bit lighter after seeing Luair in her state, even if the day had many good moments interspersed with angst. "But it was fooooooddddd!" He sarcastically whined, hoping his efforts would lighten the mood. He needed people to rely on to save the world, and hopefully getting Manasa on his good side would help with that. After all, even the smallest bit of support can do wonders. "Food it to be shared, not taken!" She huffed, though her mood lighten. Manasa remembered her childhood, however her mother would always slap away her hand as she tried to sneak food from her cutting board or cooking pot. Manasa blushed, realizing just how much she sounded like the fair haired woman at this moment.  "Besides... my pudding tastes much better than his did..." Manasa muttered, scratching one of her scales and blushing.
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Post by Allie on Dec 9, 2015 16:55:22 GMT -6
"Food it to be shared, not taken!" She huffed, though her mood lighten. Manasa remembered her childhood, however her mother would always slap away her hand as she tried to sneak food from her cutting board or cooking pot. Manasa blushed, realizing just how much she sounded like the fair haired woman at this moment. "Besides... my pudding tastes much better than his did..." Manasa muttered, scratching one of her scales and blushing.
"Oh, you wanna prove your pudding's better!?" He pouted, trying to keep her mind off all the events the day held. His mind wandered to Luair, hoping he could find a way to show he appreciated her being there. From what he figured, she seemed to like sweets, even if the assumption was based off complete conjecture. Maybe if he helped Manasa out with the pudding. Eh, it's the thought that counts. "It'd be pretty nice to learn how to make it too," He nonchalantly spoke, breaking his petulant child act in favor of a more serious tone. |
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Post by titee on Dec 9, 2015 17:32:53 GMT -6
"Oh, you wanna prove your pudding's better!?" He pouted, trying to keep her mind off all the events the day held. His mind wandered to Luair, hoping he could find a way to show he appreciated her being there. From what he figured, she seemed to like sweets, even if the assumption was based off complete conjecture. Maybe if he helped Manasa out with the pudding. Eh, it's the thought that counts. "It'd be pretty nice to learn how to make it too," He nonchalantly spoke, breaking his petulant child act in favor of a more serious tone. Manasa laughed. She stood up, using the table the steady herself and addressed the thief. "I can do both... Prove how good my pudding is and teach you, that is," Manasa took a moment to regain her balance, rocking on her feat to regain her center of gravity before heading off to the nearby kitchen, looking over her shoulder to see if Osseus was nearby. The kitchen was strange, nothing like what she was used to. Manasa approached a strange knob in the wall and twisted it, only for a torrent of water to spout out. She let out an audible gasp, placing her hand under the tiny waterfall as she tried to grasp what sort of enchantment was before her. Manasa turned the nob again as to stop the water and shook her hand dry. The vishkanyan then set to work finding the ingredients she needed, the odd layout of the kitchen slowing her progressed. "If you can find rice, let me know..." she said, smelling a small bottle of crushed spices. |
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Post by Emily on Dec 9, 2015 17:54:34 GMT -6
Galystris took a moment to sit in her memories, as she so often did. She would never let them escape her, they were the one thing that kept her, well, human. The one bit of motivation she had to keep herself going. ((PART 1)) But at the young age of eighteen, Galystris stood in the training room, tapping her foot impatiently. Her new instructor was to show up that day,as her last instructor had gotten into an accident relating to his ice magic. It wasn’t a nice thought, knowing that someone who was more expirienced than her died while using the magic she was training, but she was too far in her studies to give up. A woman who seemed to be about 25 stepped into the room. ![]()  Her blue soft hair fell across her shoulders in a loose ponytail, tied with a purple ribbon. The woman’s face was angular, intimidating, and almost devoid of any feeling, but in an absolutely beautiful way. She was tall, taller than Galystris would be for a long time, yet she was only about seven years older. Galystris was immediately stricken by her beauty, which was horribly unlike her. The woman spoke up after a bit of almost deafening silence. “Hello, Galystris is it? I will be your instructor. My name is Velanora, but that is lady Velanora to you.” Lady Velonara’s voice was deep and clear, giving off a vibe that made her hang on every word she said. She was to be Galystris’ new instructor after the death of her old instructor, and she could tell by Velanora's demeanor she was going to be very hard on her. “I….see. A pleasure to meet you, Lady Velanora.” Galystris bowed politely. Velonara gave a slight smile, although it was barely visible. “Good, then. Now, let’s cut to the chase.” Galystris took a minute to cleanse her mind of any feeling. Trying her best to show off was not the right motivation, it would cut off the connection with the mind, weakening her magic. Galystris cleared her throat and let her mind go completely blank. The only thing she could focus on was the target. Being able to cut off her emotions from her consciousness was something that only hours upon hours of meditation could achieve. Galystris took her form, Velanora watching intently. A frosty aura formed around Galystris’ hands, which grew bigger and bigger by the second. Her surroundings began to become colder and colder, which caused Velonara to raise an eyebrow. It takes quite a bit of concentration to create an attack of that caliber. Galystris let go of the attack, and it hit the target well, freezing it. Galystris stood up once again and gave a polite bow. Velonara smiled lightly. “Very impressive indeed….” she said with a nod. Galystris gave a small smile. “Thank you. I’m sure it will be an honor to train underneath you. Yes, herShe lived to continue her legacy. ((Part 2)) Panel 1:
"So to wrap things up, we must speak about....Galystris, are you listening to me?!"
Panel 2: "This is just what I was almost going to speak with you about! You've been zoning out and losing concentration more and more recently..."
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"By the Gods, Galystris, what's that look? What's on your mind, come on, out with it."
"I should tell her now..."
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You're on my mind.
Panel 5: GET OFF OF ME!
Panel 6: What on earth have I told you about letting your mind get clouded like this, huh?! What crawled up your spine and told you to do this?!"
Panel 7:"and you even said this to another woman, you abomination! What are you, some sort of barbarian?! I do not want to hear this again, do you understand?!"
Panel 8: "Yes lady velanora, I understand"
It had been so long, a year at least since she’d met Velanora, and Galystris had a feeling brewing inside of her, one many would call "love" She had only about a week ago realized this feeling, and thus she had been unable to keep her instructor off of her mind. Everything she did was with her in mind, and even the most meditation couldn't keep her out of the mage's mind. She had zoned out a bit until she noticed the very person she was thinking about call to her...  Tears stung her eyes for the first time in years. She had an empty feeling in her stomach. She could finally achieve the detached nature of an ice mage she needed so desperately. There wasn't much love to feel any longer. Well...it's not that easy to forget.... She knew who to fight for. Love dies hard. |
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Post by Allie on Dec 9, 2015 18:30:52 GMT -6
Manasa laughed. She stood up, using the table the steady herself and addressed the thief. "I can do both... Prove how good my pudding is and teach you, that is," Manasa took a moment to regain her balance, rocking on her feat to regain her center of gravity before heading off to the nearby kitchen, looking over her shoulder to see if Osseus was nearby. The kitchen was strange, nothing like what she was used to. Manasa approached a strange knob in the wall and twisted it, only for a torrent of water to spout out. She let out an audible gasp, placing her hand under the tiny waterfall as she tried to grasp what sort of enchantment was before her. Manasa turned the nob again as to stop the water and shook her hand dry. The vishkanyan then set to work finding the ingredients she needed, the odd layout of the kitchen slowing her progressed. "If you can find rice, let me know..." she said, smelling a small bottle of crushed spices. "Why would you use rice in pudding?" He thought to himself. He brushed it off, thinking that if she boasted about that pudding, it would be as amazing as she described. He sifted through the pantry before procuring both brown and white rice. He strained himself slightly, trying to figure out which rice she would be referring to. He shrugged and pulled out both of them, plopping them next to Manasa. "What's next?" He inquired, genuinely interested on how to make the dish. |
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Post by titee on Dec 9, 2015 19:02:19 GMT -6
"Why would you use rice in pudding?" He thought to himself. He brushed it off, thinking that if she boasted about that pudding, it would be as amazing as she described. He sifted through the pantry before procuring both brown and white rice. He strained himself slightly, trying to figure out which rice she would be referring to. He shrugged and pulled out both of them, plopping them next to Manasa. "What's next?" He inquired, genuinely interested on how to make the dish. Manasa looked at both rices curiously. Neither was the long, slender grained rice she was used to, though one's color was more similar to it than the other. She picked up the white rice, sniffed it and then procured a pot in which to cook it in. "That depends. We put a lot of different things in it depending on what's available. Syrup, fruit, almonds... coconut... Do you have coconut here?" The Vishkayan busied herself boiling the rice and sorting through the kitchen's various spices, many of them foreign to her. |
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Post by Allie on Dec 9, 2015 19:47:29 GMT -6
Manasa looked at both rices curiously. Neither was the long, slender grained rice she was used to, though one's color was more similar to it than the other. She picked up the white rice, sniffed it and then procured a pot in which to cook it in. "That depends. We put a lot of different things in it depending on what's available. Syrup, fruit, almonds... coconut... Do you have coconut here?" The Vishkayan busied herself boiling the rice and sorting through the kitchen's various spices, many of them foreign to her. "Coconut?" He cocked his head to the side, his expression morphing into one of mild confusion. Not wanting to embarrass himself, he sifted through the pantry, procuring cocoa beans from that same pantry. Then he sauntered over to the counter, placing his cocoa beans on the table, he procured nuts from the same pantry, rushing them over and placing them on the same table. "Coconut. See, it's cocoa, and and it's nut. Coconut," He explained. |
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Post by titee on Dec 9, 2015 20:07:18 GMT -6
"Coconut?" He cocked his head to the side, his expression morphing into one of mild confusion. Not wanting to embarrass himself, he sifted through the pantry, procuring cocoa beans from that same pantry. Then he sauntered over to the counter, placing his cocoa beans on the table, he procured nuts from the same pantry, rushing them over and placing them on the same table. "Coconut. See, it's cocoa, and and it's nut. Coconut," He explained. Manasa blinked in confusion before a giggle escaped her lips. during all of her travels throughout this land she had never found somebody who knew of the peculiar fruit- though this was one of the wittiest alternatives she had been delivered. "Of course!" she replied. Manasa picked up one of the cocoa beans curiously, having never encountered one before. She bit into it, only to quickly spit the bean back out and turn her attention back towards the boiling rice. She took it off the heat and then began cooking a mixture of milk and butter, hoping to graze over her mishap with the cocoa. |
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Post by cassiroll on Dec 9, 2015 20:11:15 GMT -6
"Well, I certainly can't argue with the way you think." Still lying on the floor he stretched his back slightly, his chest puffing up as a result. Turning his eyes to Clarissa, he blinked sleepily before continuing. "Taking action against someone who thinks they have the right to get rid of your life in any way is justifiable. Even if it is sometimes yourself... To be honest though," A tiny chuckle escaped his lungs. "the only thing I ever heard of any sort of witches were all ridiculous tall tales. I never got why people acted like someone like that was some kind of horror, are magical beings really THAT unheard of when there are people who can directly mess with the flow of time. Of course.. That's just me, when have i ever known anything?" Picking up his right hand he ran it through his bangs and lifted them into the air above his face, letting them fall back in what ever haphazard manner they wished. "How does that stuff work, anyway? Your witch stuff? I won't pretend I really know what's going on with all this." The question brought her out of her anger and she looked back at him with a wide grin. "Why, do you want to make a contract?" She laughed at this like it was the funniest thing before turning back to him and choosing to explain properly. "It can be a bit hard to explain. My magic comes from me--my soul, or whatever the hell it is. My host has nothing to do with it. I use my host's body as a tool to channel that energy, but it can take a heavy toll on the body, especially for non-magic users. I'm sure you're familiar with the purple substance Celty's been hacking up. That's why even if someone wanted to make a contract with me for a longer period of time to get a greater wish, they can't. Their bodies wouldn't be able to handle having me in them for more time than I already am. But back to wishes--that's the thing everybody is really is interested in," she spun her fingers in the air and a small golden dust shimmered for a moment before dissipating. "I can grant a wish for someone that goes past my normal limitations if they make a contract with me. There are rules in place that I understand exist, but don't quite know why. For example, I cannot extend a person's life or bring back the dead--usually at least." Her face grew darker for a moment. "That sort of thing comes at a price and can't be done often. Anyways, I won't dwell on that." She waved her hand dismissively. "The power of your wish is determined solely by the amount of life you have left. Celty was already middle aged by the time she came to me. And with a shorter life span in general, her wish was very limited. She originally asked me to make him a normal shapeshifter, but she didn't meet the requirements for such a large wish." She tried to think if there were any other important details she was missing. It'd been awhile since she'd made an honest contract and it was hard to think of everything on the spot. "I am not able to extend the periods of time I live in a host. The contract is set and I don't have control over that aspect of it. During the times I am in control, I sustain the host's body with my magic. If I didn't do this, their bodies would give out at the halfway mark since their life force was used as a key ingredient to their wish. In a way, I prolong their shortened lives by using their bodies." She sighed and looked upwards at the ceiling, spinning more golden dust in the air. "If I could just possess a body without a contract, none of my woes would have come to pass. But I need consent. I can't just fling myself into the body or a dog or a fresh corpse. I've tried, and it didn't end well for either of us." She frowned and gold dust vanished again. "You seem to have trouble with your magic." She stated, suddenly. |
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Post by not u on Dec 9, 2015 20:13:51 GMT -6
And I have a question I would like to ask. Do you know things that Osseus likes? I would like to repay him in some way, alas I do not have a clue of what to do.' She sighed after she said this. "Oh, I'm sure he'll like anything if it's from you," she chuckled, shooting Luair a smile as she did so. Enoch raised an eyebrow and smiled a little. He'd seen the two elven children together at all times, and by the manner in which Oseeus acted around Luair, he certainly had his suspicions. "Ooro's right, although perhaps if you wanted to get him something he liked..." He thought for a moment, tapping his foot. What did Osseus like? He knew the thief liked riches and knives, but in terms of more personal likes and dislikes he wasn't too certain. He's a kid... kids like sweets, right?
"Perhaps he would enjoy if you made some kind of dessert or food for him? We have such an abundance of resources that we haven't seen in a while, maybe find out what he enjoys?" he mused before chuckling a little bit reminiscently, thinking through his own past experiences with relationships. Cyrus wasn't big on sweets, and the one time either of them attempted to make something sentimental turned out to be a mess. But the meaning behind the gesture was still present regardless and that's what actually mattered when it was all said and done. "Enoch, they are both fine." he mused, unaware of the events that took place in his absence. "Why would they not be? The battle with the king seems like it was so long ago...." ""Uh, well... doesn't sting as much as it first did. Though, I'm alright..." she replied, her voice beginning to trail off as her eyes averted. "...You really weren't there at all, huh? Apparently, Celty had some kind of witch inside her- and she used magic against some of us..." Enoch went quiet, remembering that the shaman hadn't been present during that entire time. Honestly, he somewhat envied the shaman for his ignorance, and simply nodded along with Ooro's words. |
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