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Ner'Zul Nexhawk
Talos Incorporated
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Posted - 2013.03.20 02:10:00 -
[631] - Quote
Cenizar warned his men not to take any rushed actions as the strangers climbed aboard the Pathburner. He sought to maintain peaceful relations with the fleet for the time being.
"I am quite pleased to meet you, Knight-Commander.As I have already conveyed to you," he began, while several Ashborn smirked invisibly by his side, "my name is Cenizar, and I lead this expedition. This ship comes from the distant continent that lies to the southeast of this point, from our city of Spodium. We've been sent by our Ashborn leader, Nexhawk, to explore the nearby lands and make contacts with the local nations. Upon encountering this island, we saw much interest in investigating its surface. Thus, my crew will gladly wait for the ending of your undoubtedly important operations and then proceed to land on the island."
"Meanwhile," Cenizar spread his arms in an inviting gesture, "it would be of high significance for the Ashborn, and our Fiery Lord in particular, to learn more about this continent as a whole, the Venezzian Republic you are affiliated with, and your leader Alexinus. If it doesn't burden you, I would be rather eager to hear about all of this, for, in order to maintain close relations with the native nations, we have to obtain knowledge of these lands and its denizens. I'm sure you understand." |
Alixenus
Omega protection service
36
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Posted - 2013.03.20 16:50:00 -
[632] - Quote
OOC: Still not certain what tune to pick for Venezzia. As martial as they are, they are still merchants and I kinda feel like that needs to be reflected in some way. Excuse my dithering.
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Fortunately for all parties involved, the Pathburner had been discovered by national military forces as opposed to private mercantile ships. This meant that the sailors had only the best interests of the Republic at heart, rather than trying to make as much profit as possible for their paymaster, just as Alixenus had foolishly tried to do when the Logipriests were first discovered.
Stocessco took a brief moment to ponder Cenizar's request before responding.
"There is no dictate nor law that says that you cannot land on this island, so you may do so at your leisure. The continent you see is known as Mediterra, and is populated by several different nations. In the northern mountains are the Lucian Dwarves, ruled by the dictator known as Xavier. The Western coastline is largely ruled by, or under the influence of Venezzia. Our city state is home to the finest merchants and steel smiths in the world. Most of the rest of the continent is Desert and dry Grasslands. Apparently, it is all under the control of Sandromin Hes, a sort-of King for the Sand people. And somewhere in all that is hidden a race of Machines calling themselves the Collective. I don't think anyone is too sure what their motivations are." Stocessco paused briefly to collect his thoughts before the continuing, looking at the ashborn with suspicion and interest in equal measure.
"The Republic's current ruler, Alixenus is a Merchant-soldier and sailor by training. He came to power in the wake of a weak and naive Senate. A new one has been elected so he's likely to step down from his role soon, but personally I doubt he'll go back to soldering for the Merchants. He never wanted to be a politician, but he carried that responsibility out of a sense of duty to the rest of us. To be honest I don't think he's meant for that world. Now, we could provide you maps to help your expedition, if you would be willing to hand over some form of trinket in return"
Just because they weren't the trade guild's men didn't mean that they wouldn't try to trade with the newcomers. The need for commerce and exchange ran in the blood of every Venezzian, as much for diplomacy as anything else. As the Knight-commander began to talk trade a Marine unfurled a small, Pastel-Green flag and raised it in the air above him. The Maws on the Charybdis gradually sealed shut. Moments later a great plume of water shot from the centre of the ship, as high as the Mainsil, and drifted South into the Lucian mountains overshadowing the strait.
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Alixenus
Omega protection service
36
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Posted - 2013.03.20 17:10:00 -
[633] - Quote
OOC. This was meant to be written yesterday but I had to abandon before posting, just to make sure all plot lines are synched up, am I correct in saying that the evening that the conference ended is also the night that Frost had that bar fight? and that the exchange between Stocessco and Cenizar is earlier on that same day?
Upon fully realising Thanatos' ruse, Alixenus immeadiately softened. He returned his sword to it's sheathe and explained that Pride and Honour had denied him the option of being captured. The two conversed for a moment more, Alixenus swearing to make ready to depart for Diyad, before Thanatos begged his leave and proceeded to Sandromin's encampment. Then he was alone in that hall. Someone had been in to light the torches, but nothing more stirred but the flickering of those isolated flames. The table had been left where it had fallen when Alixenus had split it. There was still a puddle of blood where Xavier had disappeared. As Alixenus regarded that pool he noticed that he still had his Dagger in hand. Returning it to the folds of his robes he attempted to digest the days events. A King risen, another vanished. Now the Logipriests were gone too. He wasn't sorry that they had left, but he felt soe grief for Xavier as he rode home. Alixenus had known Xavier for a far longer period than Thanatos, though that was still a short time. He held respect for the Dwarve's sense of Character as much as martial and political skill. To have all that taken by little more than a book of all things was simply unfathomable to him. Thanatos's Godlike powers were even more unbelievable to him. As if it wasn't unfair enough that Diyad was technologically superior, now they had a demi-god. Alixenus chuckled grimly at the thought and debated what to do with the Silk and Velvet he'd ordered for Thanatos' bedchamber. |
Brutus Pyrus
Forty-Nine Fedayeen
Minmatar Republic
7
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Posted - 2013.03.20 19:14:00 -
[634] - Quote
(Ooc) last Frost post was the night the conferences ended. (Ooc) |
Ner'Zul Nexhawk
Talos Incorporated
180
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Posted - 2013.03.20 22:13:00 -
[635] - Quote
Cenizar considered Stocessco's offer. "I would certainly be glad to perform a trading exchange of this kind, but, unfortunately, this ship was meant purely for explanation, and we did not take anything that would be potentially of value to you. Unless..." He squinted, looking behind him at the fellow crew members. Several of the Ashborn understood his intent and nodded confidently.
Cenizar turned back to the Venezzians with a smile. "What we can do, though, is to take twenty of your swords and other weapons and weave the magic of the flame into your steel, ensconcing it in the fire that will be safe for you and quite harmful for your enemies. We would easily finish the procedure by the time all of your people get back from that island on your ships. In the mean time, I would also like to discuss the possibility of the meeting of our leaders. I am sure they both would receive much from that gathering; Alexinus would be able to learn more about our people in general, while the Hawk of Burning Death would be rather interested in acquiring information about the history of these lands and the recent events that |
Sandromin Hes
Sand Mercenary Corps Inc.
212
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Posted - 2013.03.20 22:58:00 -
[636] - Quote
Before Sandromin was pulled from the abyss of Thanatos' mind, he managed to take something from the vast collection of his knowledge. It was not much, just a seed if anything. But it mattered to Sandromin. It was something warm and bright; out of all the black, he found one small token of light. And it was radiant. Bright. Full of something indescribable. If one were to describe it, it would be much like the desert sun.
Radiance. That one word. It was intangible, yet living in his mind. Sandromin could not quite grasp it, but it was there. He kept thinking, and thinking. To others, he was just haplessly staring at his adamantium scimitar. But in his mind, he was forming an idea. It was odd, and perplexing.
Radiance. What was it? What was Sandromin feeling here? He needed to dwell more on the thought.
Radiance. The thought kept repeating itself in his mind. And then, he just let go of it. As soon as he did, he figured it out. Radiance wasn't achieved by grasping onto it tight; rather, it was an ebbing feeling that came and went, much like the day and the sun. Radiance couldn't be held onto, but instead could be savored as it passes by.
As soon as Sandromin had figured it out, he came to realize his sword had caught fire. He found that the vision he held was much more powerful than he thought possible.
Sandromin figured this about radiance: hold on to it, and savor it. Once you are ready, let go and have it take hold of another. This was the key to radiance. Eventually, he would learn to form his radiance, and control it; alas, it would not be today, as it was already midnight. Maybe the Ashborne would provide help with his newfound radiance?
Alihes finally found himself at the door of the Guild of Thought. It had been a long journey, and had taken up most of the night. As he had reached for the door, it burst open, and a man came out.
"Ah, it seems my mana observation was correct. The strong green mana is emanating from you," began the oddly dressed man. "Hm, I do believe you are quite confused. Well, I am just a scholar of the Guild, and it seems we have someone with similar mana, knocked unconscious, in our custody."
As soon as he said this, Alihes connected the dots. He soon realized what he was speaking about, and walked with the man into the antechamber. Once this occurred, the coin began glowing as the logipriest entity flowed out.
"It seems Conyr is unconscious, from a falling Kalter seed I presume."
How does he know about kalter seeds? Alihes thought.
"I read your thoughts."
Very creepy...
"Yes; anyways, it seems Conyr here will be back on his feet within the minute. We must make no haste, for there are many important words and knowledge we must pass onto him."
And with that, Alihes began the waiting game. |
Ner'Zul Nexhawk
Talos Incorporated
181
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Posted - 2013.03.20 23:55:00 -
[637] - Quote
Shortly after receiving letters from the both ships, Nexhawk was both excited and troubled. The first interactions that Cenizar now had with the Venezzians could be the beginning of desirable cooperations between Ardorium and the local nations. The worries, on the other hand, came from the fact that the Dark Arcanum disappeared from Ignatus' senses, as if its bearer was teleported somewhere far away.
His thoughts were interrupted, as Nexhawk felt a sudden presence reveal itself. The source was certainly not on this continent, and his intuition told him it was located in the city that Ignatus stationed his Embershard nearby. The most intriguing thing was that the presence was almost... native to what an Ashborn would emanate around him. Yet the distant aura was not of his kin, although it was extremely similar.
Nexhawk gladly noticed that the phoenix from Embershard did not yet fly off. Instead, the bird was chewing on cendren leaves and patiently waiting for him to send a reply to Ignatus. Nexhawk scribbled a quick note for the captain of Embershard to visit the city, which they've observed for so long, and look for this fellow who, apparently, has been given the Gift of the Ashflame only very recently. |
Vyzion Eyri
The Legion Academy
343
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Posted - 2013.03.21 04:56:00 -
[638] - Quote
Conyr woke calmly, his eyes opening slowly, his breathing slow and even. He was on a bed, covered by rough sheets, his loincloth seemingly intact. Next to him sat a young man, a sandman, Conyr guessed. He had dark hair and dark skin, his clothes were mismatched, patched and tattered.
And he was gazing right into Conyr's eyes. His pupils were elongated slightly, like a hawk, and Conyr felt a tremor of fear run through him.
"Hello." Conyr gasped, his throat raspy. "Did you save me?"
The man stiffened, but he held eye contact.
"Yes. How did you survive?"
Conyr was puzzled by that. "Erm... because you saved me?"
"No one survives a falling kalter seed."
"What's a kalter seed?"
The man's eyes widened, but his face tensed. "It fell on your head. You should be dead."
Conyr contemplated this for a moment. "Maybe it wasn't high enough to-"
"IT WAS NOT HIGH ENOUGH?" the man was suddenly, unexplainably, furious. "THEY ARE ALWAYS HIGH ENOUGH. FATE DOES NOT LEAVE THESE THINGS TO CHANCE!"
Conyr flinched. What in the world was wrong with this man? "I'm a logip-"
"I DON'T CARE WHO YOU ARE! YOU SHOULD BE DEAD! I WILL KILL YOU!"
And with that, he drew a long, curved machete. Conyr tried to move, but his body was weak and his muscles seized, causing him to fall from the bed on the other side of the machete-wielding maniac.
"COME BACK HERE, YOU!" He jumped the bed, but Conyr rolled underneath. The man grabbed the whole bed and tossed it out of the way. Conyr scurried on all fours to the door, slowly regaining control of his muscles. Behind him, he heard the man panting from exertion. It was a foolish move on his part to waste all his energy on the bed. Conyr needed this time, because he realised the door had no knob. How was he to open it? He gazed back at the crazy man, gathering himself, seeing his prey trapped, and then Conyr knew.
He stood up, back against the door, waiting.
"Yeah, I survived certain death. So what?"
The sandman roared, eyes bulging with fury. He charged.
At the last second, Conyr jumped. A memory flashed through his eyes.
"The jungle pig is ferocious, Conyr."
They were on the ground, Vyzion and himself, gazing at a snorting jungle pig.
"Their tempers and sheer power, however, are also their weaknesses. When clouded by anger, all other paths are sealed. There is but one decision to be made in anger, and it is always the wrong one."
"But it's so big." Conyr was small, and his voice was timid.
"Size is not everything."
Vyzion said this loud, loud enough to be heard by the jungle pig. A challenge. It saw us, backs against a tree trunk, and snorted in derision. Pawing the ground, it waited for us to move, to try escape. Conyr was tempted; but Vyzion held his hand.
"Wait for it..."
It charged. Conyr gasped; it was so fast. His heart hammered as it got closer, and yet Vyzion did nothing.
"Stop it!" Conyr yelled.
"I can't..." muttered Vyzion.
And at the last moment, he grasped Conyr under his arms, and jumped. The jungle pig slammed into the trunk behind him and crumpled, dazed.
"But the tree can."
The door crashed open; the sandman ran right through it. Conyr landed neatly, walked out the door, walking on the fallen sandman. He was not out cold like the jungle pig, however, and Conyr nearly lost his balance as the man moved.
"Oops. Sorry." Conyr ran.
Ran right past another startled young man holding a coin in his hand.
"Hey!" the man shouted, his coin glowing strangely. But Conyr did not stop. For the machete man was up, and chasing. So Conyr ran. Ran right out of this sandy town, back into the sandy dunes.
Size is not everything. |
Sandromin Hes
Sand Mercenary Corps Inc.
212
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Posted - 2013.03.21 14:50:00 -
[639] - Quote
Vyzion Eyri wrote:Conyr woke calmly, his eyes opening slowly, his breathing slow and even. He was on a bed, covered by rough sheets, his loincloth seemingly intact. Next to him sat a young man, a sandman, Conyr guessed. He had dark hair and dark skin, his clothes were mismatched, patched and tattered.
And he was gazing right into Conyr's eyes. His pupils were elongated slightly, like a hawk, and Conyr felt a tremor of fear run through him.
"Hello." Conyr gasped, his throat raspy. "Did you save me?"
The man stiffened, but he held eye contact.
"Yes. How did you survive?"
Conyr was puzzled by that. "Erm... because you saved me?"
"No one survives a falling kalter seed."
"What's a kalter seed?"
The man's eyes widened, but his face tensed. "It fell on your head. You should be dead."
Conyr contemplated this for a moment. "Maybe it wasn't high enough to-"
"IT WAS NOT HIGH ENOUGH?" the man was suddenly, unexplainably, furious. "THEY ARE ALWAYS HIGH ENOUGH. FATE DOES NOT LEAVE THESE THINGS TO CHANCE!"
Conyr flinched. What in the world was wrong with this man? "I'm a logip-"
"I DON'T CARE WHO YOU ARE! YOU SHOULD BE DEAD! I WILL KILL YOU!"
And with that, he drew a long, curved machete. Conyr tried to move, but his body was weak and his muscles seized, causing him to fall from the bed on the other side of the machete-wielding maniac.
"COME BACK HERE, YOU!" He jumped the bed, but Conyr rolled underneath. The man grabbed the whole bed and tossed it out of the way. Conyr scurried on all fours to the door, slowly regaining control of his muscles. Behind him, he heard the man panting from exertion. It was a foolish move on his part to waste all his energy on the bed. Conyr needed this time, because he realised the door had no knob. How was he to open it? He gazed back at the crazy man, gathering himself, seeing his prey trapped, and then Conyr knew.
He stood up, back against the door, waiting.
"Yeah, I survived certain death. So what?"
The sandman roared, eyes bulging with fury. He charged.
At the last second, Conyr jumped. A memory flashed through his eyes.
"The jungle pig is ferocious, Conyr."
They were on the ground, Vyzion and himself, gazing at a snorting jungle pig.
"Their tempers and sheer power, however, are also their weaknesses. When clouded by anger, all other paths are sealed. There is but one decision to be made in anger, and it is always the wrong one."
"But it's so big." Conyr was small, and his voice was timid.
"Size is not everything."
Vyzion said this loud, loud enough to be heard by the jungle pig. A challenge. It saw us, backs against a tree trunk, and snorted in derision. Pawing the ground, it waited for us to move, to try escape. Conyr was tempted; but Vyzion held his hand.
"Wait for it..."
It charged. Conyr gasped; it was so fast. His heart hammered as it got closer, and yet Vyzion did nothing.
"Stop it!" Conyr yelled.
"I can't..." muttered Vyzion.
And at the last moment, he grasped Conyr under his arms, and jumped. The jungle pig slammed into the trunk behind him and crumpled, dazed.
"But the tree can."
The door crashed open; the sandman ran right through it. Conyr landed neatly, walked out the door, walking on the fallen sandman. He was not out cold like the jungle pig, however, and Conyr nearly lost his balance as the man moved.
"Oops. Sorry." Conyr ran.
Ran right past another startled young man holding a coin in his hand.
"Hey!" the man shouted, his coin glowing strangely. But Conyr did not stop. For the machete man was up, and chasing. So Conyr ran. Ran right out of this sandy town, back into the sandy dunes.
Size is not everything.
OOC: Sandmen don't act like this (they have little to no belief in Fate in any way), so I'll be altering this reality by making it a Fate induced dream/coma; makes a lot more sense too, mainly because Conyr is at the Guild of Thought right now, being monitored and safely treated for a deep slumber. Also, Alihes is waiting for him with the presence of other logipriests... so... here goes (sorry if I'm forcing actions. Also, Sandmen don't have dark skin; in fact, they're skin matches the color of the sand. It's more yellow-white or gray.)
And then, Conyr awoke.
"Ah yes, it seems her actions have awoken him. His mana even seems disturbed from her interference... He's lucky she didn't kill him in his sleep," mentioned the ethereal logipriest.
Conyr just sat upright, fazed by the rude awakening.
"Hm, I guess I have to explain who I am to all of you. I guess I neglected that fact didn't I? Ha! How rude of me! Well, I'm... huh... I guess I haven't thought about it on my end either! Well, you can just call me... Jern? Yeah, Jern will work. Pretty good for naming several dozen logipriests on the spur of the moment, eh? Anyways, hello Conyr, there is much to explain," the newly named Jern stated confidently.
Jern began explaining how the logipriests weren't fully wiped from the world, and that their presence remained. They found themselves wandering through the lands and began regaining their memories with the help of Freedom. They gathered themselves together, and placed themselves into one being, giving themselves the strength to contact someone through the plane of nothing they found themselves in. And it just so happened they chose Alihes on account of his distinct aura. |
Brutus Pyrus
Forty-Nine Fedayeen
Minmatar Republic
7
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Posted - 2013.03.21 20:38:00 -
[640] - Quote
Frost awoke in the night and sat up in his bed. He looked over to Reta. The pair had done nothing but sleep in the same bed. Frost shook his head. What was he thinking? This was Kantys' little sister. Frost got out of bed carefully as not to wake his companion. He needed to clear his head. A walk in the night would help. Frost put on his ranger gear. Cloak, scarf. Vambrace, greaves, and his sword. The weight felt good on his side. His protector, his life taker. His sword. Frost walked out of the small tent addition. And was greeted by Danya standing in front of the exit stamping her foot, with arms crossed and scowl. This was the most terrifying thing frost had seen in his life. The dead hath no fury like a living woman. Frost was kept his voice at a whisper.
"Now Danya. I know what it looks like but please don't be angry at me." He was choosing his words carefully, Danya just listened.
"We, I, didn't do anything. Reta was scared and asked if she could stay in my room. I swear nothing happened."
"Adryan, as long as you live under my roof, cloth or not, you will abide by my rules. I'm not angry with you. Just be careful around her. She may look cheery and happy. But her brother is dead. So if you ever do intend on doing something you had better put a ring on that girls finger." Danya looked amused at at the confused Frost. "Uh...yes ma'am"
"Now, where are you off to? Curfew was an hour ago. Vanguards and Storm-men will be patrolling. And you may be a ranger but you can still be arrested." Genuine concern was on Danya's face. And while Frost would be let off with a warning for being she knew that Drases wouldn't be as kind. Kantys had been caught once, and he had his back whipped ten time. Frost had his back whipped so his friend would be alone in his misery. Frost became Dany's favorite of Kantys' friends after that.
"I'll be fine Danya. Rangers are meant for scouting operations." Danya sighed. Then nodded as she moved aside.
"Be careful. And comeback in an hour." Frost nodded as he quietly jogged outside. The night air was cool, frost raised his hood and his scarf so his face was covered. The city was a maze of cloth homes, with some small additional tents added onto them, depending on the family. The tent city. It was the main place of trade and commerce in the land, ever since the world crumbled around them. Frost looked to the city. It stood as it always had, as a scar on the land. The large tower that stood in the middle of the once great city was pitch black against the stary sky. The city. It's name was forsaken by his people. A cold memory of their failures. Frost hated the city, and he feared it. Stories of expeditions past poped up in his mind as he walked the silent makeshift streets. The most recent was perhaps the worst. It had happened years ago. Before Frost was born a large group of warriors, Strom men, vanguards and rangers breeched the walls of the city. Few had returned, and of them even fewer were sane. Frost grand father was one of them. The sane men. Frost started to Rembrandt the story when he heard to voices walking his way. They were skittle muffled and heavy foot steps followed them.
"...so then Hectis gets up and stabs the guy! In the middle of the game mind you." The shorter vanguard was talking. He had his signature weapon on his back. Breakers. The weapon was in its spear form. But when up close was a bad idea the spear could be turned into a spear firing weapon. The weapon would be held like a crossbow, but without any arms to the side and much longer. And instead of firing bolts, the weapon shot its tip at staggering speed. That why vanguard had bags of tips on them at all time. Frost was fascinated, but he couldn't get caught up in remembering how breaker's worked. He rolled behind a tent and followed silently.
"So wait, this guy was he cheating in the game or...?" The taller vanguard had a monotone voice, like he'd heard this all before.
"Yeah, he was cheating. Hectis didn't kill him though. Just stabbed his shoulder. Had to go to Moryarty though."
"Ain't Dagareth there now?"
"Yeah, that ranger...what's his name? Snow? Cold?"
"Frost Calys, his name's Frost."
Frost felt almost offended, how had he forgotten the name Frost?! It wasn't exactly common.
"Yeah whatever, anyways I saw him the other day. Dagareth. Had to get his arm amputated, and his foot."
"Really? Damn. I get the foot by why the arm? He just bit him right?"
"Yeah. But people have absolutely filthy mouths. Full of bacteria."
Frost felt a ting of guilt. He didn't want to completely cripple Dagareth.
"He'll be fine. You seen 'im. He's about as big as a protector. Strong as one too."
"Yeah." The short one had quieted down for about ten seconds before he began talking again.
"So you hear what happened to Durla?"
"Durla the captain? Yeah her squad was wrecked by...ferals right?"
"Yeah. The ferals were all giants though. Cutter was the only who got out and he said..."
Frost was tired of following these two men. He had no business to be following them. Frost was crouched as he turned a corner onto another. He was walking again and starting to remember the story his grandfather had told him.
He was deep in thought when a strange hum snapped him into reality. Frost dived and rolled in between two close tents so he was out of view. A Storm man walked into view. Frost had only met two in his life. That was when they were out of their armor. The Storm man looked intimidating. He stood tall with heavy torso armor, and a robe around his waist that trailed almost to the ground. His face was obscured under his mask. It had a completely smooth texture no design or details. Only his glowing eye were under it and a eerie light softly glowed around his person. Frost could hear the hum coming from the Storm man. The war Mage. He was an embodiment of lightning and fear. And he was now staring directly at Frost. |
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Brutus Pyrus
Forty-Nine Fedayeen
Minmatar Republic
7
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Posted - 2013.03.21 22:28:00 -
[641] - Quote
Disregard this...again |
Vyzion Eyri
The Legion Academy
344
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Posted - 2013.03.22 02:34:00 -
[642] - Quote
Sandromin Hes wrote:
OOC: Sandmen don't act like this (they have little to no belief in Fate in any way), so I'll be altering this reality by making it a Fate induced dream/coma; makes a lot more sense too, mainly because Conyr is at the Guild of Thought right now, being monitored and safely treated for a deep slumber. Also, Alihes is waiting for him with the presence of other logipriests... so... here goes (sorry if I'm forcing actions. Also, Sandmen don't have dark skin; in fact, they're skin matches the color of the sand. It's more yellow-white or gray.)
And then, Conyr awoke.
"Ah yes, it seems her actions have awoken him. His mana even seems disturbed from her interference... He's lucky she didn't kill him in his sleep," mentioned the ethereal logipriest.
Conyr just sat upright, fazed by the rude awakening.
"Hm, I guess I have to explain who I am to all of you. I guess I neglected that fact didn't I? Ha! How rude of me! Well, I'm... huh... I guess I haven't thought about it on my end either! Well, you can just call me... Jern? Yeah, Jern will work. Pretty good for naming several dozen logipriests on the spur of the moment, eh? Anyways, hello Conyr, there is much to explain," the newly named Jern stated confidently.
Jern began explaining how the logipriests weren't fully wiped from the world, and that their presence remained. They found themselves wandering through the lands and began regaining their memories with the help of Freedom. They gathered themselves together, and placed themselves into one being, giving themselves the strength to contact someone through the plane of nothing they found themselves in. And it just so happened they chose Alihes on account of his distinct aura.
OOC:
Sorry about the skin colour mistake.
And for the fate thing, I meant fate, just as fate. Not Fate, one of the elder gods in our tale. I should've realised it would've started confusing people, sorry about that. I just thought it would be an interesting choice of words. That is, Fate herself was not involved in anyway, or at least insofar as a god can fail to be involved.
I suppose I'll go with your version of events then.
END OOC.
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Conyr gazed sceptically up at the ethereal Jern as he explained. Freedom? Alihes? Aura? What was this ghost talking about?
"Listen, um, Jern." Conyr's voice was shaky; he remembered he was dreaming, but not of what. Jern stopped speaking when Conyr spoke. "I don't know who you are. I don't know whether you speak the truth."
Conyr took a breath.
"What I do know, however, is that Vyzion left me. The others, Natyli, Hayde and Layla, left me. Darilys is dead. I am alone, they told me I'd be alone." His voice cracked a little at the last word.
"But now, you... appear. In a coin. From this Alihes." Conyr nods towards the sandman. "I am finding this very hard to believe."
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Ner'Zul Nexhawk
Talos Incorporated
182
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Posted - 2013.03.22 02:41:00 -
[643] - Quote
Just as Sandromin was attempting to use his newly found powers on Thanatos, two shadowy figures watched the gathering from a distance. They were invisible to mortal eye, and their voices could be heard by none but themselves. The first figure, although ghostly in appearance, could be seen by the other as wearing golden and orange robes. The man's head bore a circlet that hosted a single bright gem that sat on his forehead; the gem was enveloped in pure burning radiance. His interlocutor was draped in green cloak and shimmered with emerald waves and bloomings. The aura exuded from the figure bore a distinct sense of life and nature itself.
None of the passing citizens, and not even Thanatos and Sandromin, could see or hear the two companions, and the latter focused all their attention solely on the meeting of three leaders. Their conversation's topic was directed specifically at one member of the gathering.
"He seems to be a brave one, probably even too brave for a mortal. His foolishness did not cost him anything right now just because of his own luck. Do you still think it was necessary?" questioned the man in green.
"I believe so, yes," his partner replied. "Despite how foolish he may be, the powers given to him will be the necessary foundation for his bravery and actions, once trained sufficiently."
"But who is going to train him, Sol'Krin? You can't possibly rely on the Ashborn at this moment! Their settlement is extremely far away from this place, and they have yet to make some sort of contact with this Assembly," the first man asked skeptically.
Sol'Krin answered with confidence. "Nexhawk already knows. I made sure of that when the Gift of the Ashflame has been granted. At this very moment, a phoenix bird is bearing a letter to the Ashborn ship stationed near this city with orders to meet the gifted one. So you do not need to worry, Ani'Lokh."
Ani'Lokh's troubled countenance did not appear to alter. "And what are your motives, Sol'Krin? What do you desire to accomplish by unprecedentally granting the gift of magic to someone not native to Praecantaria?"
"Nexhawk will need him in order to recover the Eye."
Ani'Lokh widened his eyes and exclaimed, "Don't you think that it is exactly what Nak'Sora would want? After all, the Eyes were initially created by her hands, and there is no guarantee her corruption did not spread to them."
Sol'Krin grinned. "I believe in the Hawk of Burning Death and trust his motives. His willpower is incredibly strong, and she will have to work incredibly hard in order to break it. However, none of this will be even possible if you do not guide that boy of yours, Conyr, to meet Nexhawk. He is still a crucial piece in the puzzle, just like our new-born Mage is."
"Well, with your help of getting that coin to reach Conyr, I might be able to accomplish just that. And such a nice trick you've performed with the essences! Since you are willingly helping my prodigal children, I think I will fulfill my end of the bargain," smiled Ani'Lokh, his spirits definitely lifting.
His companion nodded. "This will be all that is needed from you at this moment. After it is done, we will just have to stay back and observe."
//OOC: New gods! Or maybe some of them aren't so new...
Anyway, I wouldn't really want to force anyone, so if you are kinda displeased with the course of events, voice your opinion, and we might reach |
Sandromin Hes
Sand Mercenary Corps Inc.
212
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Posted - 2013.03.22 03:51:00 -
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Vyzion Eyri wrote:
OOC:
Sorry about the skin colour mistake.
And for the fate thing, I meant fate, just as fate. Not Fate, one of the elder gods in our tale. I should've realised it would've started confusing people, sorry about that. I just thought it would be an interesting choice of words. That is, Fate herself was not involved in anyway, or at least insofar as a god can fail to be involved.
I suppose I'll go with your version of events then.
END OOC.
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Conyr gazed sceptically up at the ethereal Jern as he explained. Freedom? Alihes? Aura? What was this ghost talking about?
"Listen, um, Jern." Conyr's voice was shaky; he remembered he was dreaming, but not of what. Jern stopped speaking when Conyr spoke. "I don't know who you are. I don't know whether you speak the truth."
Conyr took a breath.
"What I do know, however, is that Vyzion left me. The others, Natyli, Hayde and Layla, left me. Darilys is dead. I am alone, they told me I'd be alone." His voice cracked a little at the last word.
"But now, you... appear. In a coin. From this Alihes." Conyr nods towards the sandman. "I am finding this very hard to believe."
"Ah, I myself find it very hard to believe, but all I feel- no, KNOW- is that our people can be restored if we make it back to the homeland. And it seems Sandromin is going on a journey there. So, we might as well heal two birds with one stone- go for some fun and repopulate our lands."
Alihes just watched the two logipriests converse, and he began wondering what they were talking about. Some words about aura, others about Sandromin, and still others about the journey that lie ahead.
It was all leading up to an adventure it seemed; everything was reaching a new milestone, and Alihes was going to be a part of it.
OOC: Sorry about having to move your actions, but I had to connect these storylines in preparation for the Great Voyage.
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Sandromin Hes
Sand Mercenary Corps Inc.
212
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Posted - 2013.03.22 04:11:00 -
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Ner'Zul Nexhawk wrote:Just as Sandromin was attempting to use his newly found powers on Thanatos, two shadowy figures watched the gathering from a distance. They were invisible to mortal eye, and their voices could be heard by none but themselves. The first figure, although ghostly in appearance, could be seen by the other as wearing golden and orange robes. The man's head bore a circlet that hosted a single bright gem that sat on his forehead; the gem was enveloped in pure burning radiance. His interlocutor was draped in green cloak and shimmered with emerald waves and bloomings. The aura exuded from the figure bore a distinct sense of life and nature itself.
None of the passing citizens, and not even Thanatos and Sandromin, could see or hear the two companions, and the latter focused all their attention solely on the meeting of three leaders. Their conversation's topic was directed specifically at one member of the gathering.
"He seems to be a brave one, probably even too brave for a mortal. His foolishness did not cost him anything right now just because of his own luck. Do you still think it was necessary?" questioned the man in green.
"I believe so, yes," his partner replied. "Despite how foolish he may be, the powers given to him will be the necessary foundation for his bravery and actions, once trained sufficiently."
"But who is going to train him, Sol'Krin? You can't possibly rely on the Ashborn at this moment! Their settlement is extremely far away from this place, and they have yet to make some sort of contact with this Assembly," the first man asked skeptically.
Sol'Krin answered with confidence. "Nexhawk already knows. I made sure of that when the Gift of the Ashflame has been granted. At this very moment, a phoenix bird is bearing a letter to the Ashborn ship stationed near this city with orders to meet the gifted one. So you do not need to worry, Ani'Lokh."
Ani'Lokh's troubled countenance did not appear to alter. "And what are your motives, Sol'Krin? What do you desire to accomplish by unprecedentally granting the gift of magic to someone not native to Praecantaria?"
"Nexhawk will need him in order to recover the Eye."
Ani'Lokh widened his eyes and exclaimed, "Don't you think that it is exactly what Nak'Sora would want? After all, the Eyes were initially created by her hands, and there is no guarantee her corruption did not spread to them."
Sol'Krin grinned. "I believe in the Hawk of Burning Death and trust his motives. His willpower is incredibly strong, and she will have to work incredibly hard in order to break it. However, none of this will be even possible if you do not guide that boy of yours, Conyr, to meet Nexhawk. He is still a crucial piece in the puzzle, just like our new-born Mage is."
"Well, this is in fact being done right now. The essences of people he's known closely were transported to him, and he is conversing with them as we speak" smiled Ani'Lokh, his spirits definitely lifting.
His companion nodded. "This will be all that is needed from you at this moment. After it is done, we will just have to stay back and observe."
//OOC: New gods! Or maybe some of them aren't so new...
Anyway, I wouldn't really want to force anyone, so if you are displeased with the course of events, voice your opinion, and we might reach a consensus.
Ah, so you're doing this in your native tongue. And just so you know, Sandromin's abilities are of his nature, so he gets the radiance from his own aura. The Ashborn are the ones who are supposedly the best to refine it. Also, the Ashborn aren't the only ones gifted with magic. Usually kings would possess it in times of great need. Also, call him a magi, not a mage.
Otherwise, everything (EVERYTHING) is good, even if it is in your ashlandic tongue
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Thanatos 716
Isuuaya Tactical
Caldari State
4
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Posted - 2013.03.22 05:36:00 -
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OOC: My only real problem is that Thanatos can't sense them whatsoever. It's being revealed that he is becoming less of a mortal as time passes. If they were gods or mages, he would have some type of awareness. You see overtime I'm trying to push Thanatos to his true potential. But I don't want to make him overpowered so I have to limit him in many ways. It's a bit of a balancing act, but I digress. Point is doubt I that Thanatos couldn't even slightly sense these lurkers. No matter how much I balance him, his vision is important to his character.
P.S. Sandy you haven't actually responded to me yet... |
Ner'Zul Nexhawk
Talos Incorporated
182
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Posted - 2013.03.22 07:05:00 -
[647] - Quote
//OOC:
@Sandromin: Hmm, if you are saying that everyone can utilize magic while some choose not to, it would probably make sense that there were much more magic-wielding persons on Mediterra, wouldn't it? Praecantaria is one of the primary sources of magic in the land, and thus everyone born there is attuned to the magic. Hence you have such people as the Ashborn and the Hydromancers where every single person utilizes magic. So why, if magic would be accessible to every person, everyone and their dog would use it on Praecantaria, while everyone (except for very few) would shy from it on Mediterra?
In Sandromin's case, for the mentioned reasons, I initially thought that the radiant aura has been given to him, basically, after Freedom visited Sandromin and gave him the vision. Otherwise, for the aforementioned reasons, it would be too strange to have him discover his powers only now, after one of the gods visited him and basically granted him new abilities. This was, really, my reasoning when I wrote the post, so if you have different ideas on the matter, please share them.
P.S. Yeah, sorry about the Mage-born, I just ran out of ideas to indicate Sandromin by anything else instead of his real name... If I come up with anything, I promise to edit that.
P.S.S. And you were partially right; the conversation happened not only in Ashborn's tongue but in Praecantaric language in general. And sorry if the names are too hard to pronounce.
@Thanatos: They are gods, yes. And I guess I did not make it clear in my post, but the two figures were simply projections of sorts that could converse with each other and observe the surroundings. Consider them being... holograms, of sorts. For things like giving Sandromin vision and (if we agree on it) the gift of magic, a god would have to manifest more of his true self, that's why Thanatos felt it when he spoke with Sandromin after the transformation.
Frankly, I was just too lazy to make up an additional location where the two gods would meet in their true selves, but maybe I should've done that. Here, though, they are just two shadows of themselves and don't resemble their true power in any way. Do you think Thanatos would still feel that? //End of OOC\\ |
Galrick M'kron
NECROMONGER'S
12
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Posted - 2013.03.22 15:19:00 -
[648] - Quote
OOC: Man, I've been reading this for so long without posting, but the Collective doesn't really have anything to do other than develop plasma rifles from Doric tech until the Great Voyage (which I assume is the collective name for the errands the Fellowship Council party will undertake). BTW, will this be a small party or an army?
Meanwhile in the Collective Military R&D building...
Robotic arms finished the construction of the Collective's first working plasma rifle. Now all that was left was to test it. A military unit retrieved it and established a wireless connection to it. The weapon's plasma levels appeared on the unit's HUD, along with an aiming reticule. The unit took it to the firing range, aimed at a dummy target and fired. All that was left of the dummy was a bunch of melted plastic. Perfect. Production lines started at the Collective's weapon factories, churning out weapons for the overhaul of the robotic military.
At the Assembly...
The Collective ambassador twiddled its thumbs, waiting for the rest of the major delegates to sort out this Grand Voyage and for these Ashborn to give any hint of their true agenda. |
Sandromin Hes
Sand Mercenary Corps Inc.
212
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Posted - 2013.03.22 16:54:00 -
[649] - Quote
Ner'Zul Nexhawk wrote://OOC:
@Sandromin: Hmm, if you are saying that everyone can utilize magic while some choose not to, it would probably make sense that there were many more magic-wielding persons on Mediterra, wouldn't it? Praecantaria is one of the primary sources of magic in the land, and thus everyone born there is attuned to the magic. Hence you have such people as the Ashborn and the Hydromancers where every single person utilizes magic. So why, if magic would be accessible to every person, everyone and their dog would use it on Praecantaria, while everyone (except for very few) would shy from it on Mediterra?
In Sandromin's case, for the mentioned reasons, I initially thought that the radiant aura has been given to him, basically, after Freedom visited Sandromin and gave him the vision. Otherwise, for the aforementioned reasons, it would be too strange to have him discover his powers only now, after one of the gods visited him and basically granted him new abilities. This was, really, my reasoning when I wrote the post, so if you have different ideas on the matter, please share them.
P.S. Yeah, sorry about the Mage-born, I just ran out of ideas to indicate Sandromin by anything else instead of his real name... If I come up with anything, I promise to edit that.
P.S.S. And you were partially right; the conversation happened not only in Ashborn's tongue but in Praecantaric language in general. You could say that these were the names the gods told Praecantarians. And sorry if they are too hard to pronounce.
@Thanatos: They are gods, yes. And I guess I did not make it clear in my post, but the two figures were simply projections of sorts that could converse with each other and observe the surroundings. Consider them being... holograms, of sorts. For things like giving Sandromin vision and (if we agree on it) the gift of magic, a god would have to manifest more of his true self, that's why Thanatos felt it when he spoke with Sandromin after the transformation.
Frankly, I was just too lazy to make up an additional location where the two gods would meet in their true selves, but maybe I should've done that. Here, though, they are just two shadows of themselves and don't resemble their true power in any way. In fact, their true manifestations could be in different places. Do you think Thanatos would still feel that? //End of OOC\\
Nah, Sandromin's powers were given by Freedom, it's just that his magical affinity is radiance, much like Praecentarians have a natural affinity to fire. I stated originally that each person's eye is unique; the power of vision, which is much superior to most magicks, is not to be mistaken with magic. Not everyone has the power of vision but everyone can be a mage. Also, the reason we don't typically use magic is because of a bad history of it in Mediterra (namely Archnecromancers and evil mage lords). Any other questions? |
Sandromin Hes
Sand Mercenary Corps Inc.
212
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Posted - 2013.03.22 17:05:00 -
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Thanatos 716 wrote:OOC: My only real problem is that Thanatos can't sense them whatsoever. It's being revealed that he is becoming less of a mortal as time passes. If they were gods or mages, he would have some type of awareness. You see overtime I'm trying to push Thanatos to his true potential. But I don't want to make him overpowered so I have to limit him in many ways. It's a bit of a balancing act, but I digress. Point is doubt I that Thanatos couldn't even slightly sense these lurkers. No matter how much I balance him, his vision is important to his character.
P.S. Sandy you haven't actually responded to me yet...
I said yes somewhere in there. |
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Ner'Zul Nexhawk
Talos Incorporated
182
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Posted - 2013.03.22 17:47:00 -
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//OOC: @Sandromin, only Ashborn have affinity to fire; different Praecantarian nations have powers over different elements. And, as I've mentioned before, it seems very strange to me that there are no magic users whatsoever, except Sandromin, even because of the history with the necromancers and the such.
This is why I would also like everyone else's take on this topic. Would it be more logical to have literally everyone being able to use magic, whole no one on Mediterra actually wants to? Or should it originate in few select places, such as Praecantaria, and cause everyone there to be attuned to magic? Personally, I think this is a question that can only be truly resolved by total decision, not arguing between me and you, Sandromin. //End of OOC\\ |
Brutus Pyrus
Forty-Nine Fedayeen
Minmatar Republic
7
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Posted - 2013.03.22 19:21:00 -
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Ner'Zul Nexhawk wrote://OOC: @Sandromin, only Ashborn have affinity to fire; different Praecantarian nations have powers over different elements. And, as I've mentioned before, it seems very strange to me that there are no magic users whatsoever, except Sandromin, even because of the history with the necromancers and the such.
This is why I would also like everyone else's take on this topic. Would it be more logical to have literally everyone being able to use magic, whole no one on Mediterra actually wants to? Or should it originate in few select places, such as Praecantaria, and cause everyone there to be attuned to magic? Personally, I think this is a question that can only be truly resolved by total decision, not arguing between me and you, Sandromin. //End of OOC\\
(Ooc) people or beings with a precise trait within their DNA that altos them to control the ebe and flow of certain magical energies with in the world. Like how the ashborn are like actual living bodies of fire. This could possibly be from an ancient pact from a god or mutation within the gene pool. Yep. (Ooc) |
Sandromin Hes
Sand Mercenary Corps Inc.
212
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Posted - 2013.03.22 20:24:00 -
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Ner'Zul Nexhawk wrote://OOC: @Sandromin, only Ashborn have affinity to fire; different Praecantarian nations have powers over different elements. And, as I've mentioned before, it seems very strange to me that there are no magic users whatsoever, except Sandromin, even because of the history with the necromancers and the such.
This is why I would also like everyone else's take on this topic. Would it be more logical to have literally everyone being able to use magic, whole no one on Mediterra actually wants to? Or should it originate in few select places, such as Praecantaria, and cause everyone there to be attuned to magic? Personally, I think this is a question that can only be truly resolved by total decision, not arguing between me and you, Sandromin. //End of OOC\\
I never said NOBODY uses magic. I just said the majority don't use it (possibly through implication? Don't feel like rereading.). There are several reasons behind this:
1) It's an incredibly arduous process for dwarves and humans alike (sandmen fall under humanoids); it requires DECADES to train the skills necessary to use magic. However, those who master it are very powerful. Only select guilds typically have mages.
2) It also requires some natural talent. Not everyone is good for magic, just like some aren't good for war or scholar's arts. It's not you CAN'T do it, it's just too tedious.
3) People who use magic have proven to be corrupt in past times. This is another deterrent of magic.
Magic is an ancient art that's been around since learning. Pretty much everyone can use it, but in Mediterra, it's uncommon to see unless in a higher learning area, such as archives or scholar's circles, or even Guilds.
When I said Praecantarian, I implied Ashborn, sorry about the miscommunication. |
Sandromin Hes
Sand Mercenary Corps Inc.
212
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Posted - 2013.03.22 20:47:00 -
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And yes, I realize magic is a very VERY lacking subject here... we need to start discussing some treatises on it, so let me begin:
1) Anyone can use it, but it takes exceptional practice and time for humanoids to use it.
2) Some races (which usually is specified upon introduction) just have a natural affinity to it.
3) The Vision does not qualify as traditional magic; rather it is a special ability provided by higher powers.
4) Everyone has an aura unless they're a dirty goblin. Goblins have no ability to use magic.
4a) Auras typically dictate magic type, affinity, and ability to use magic of any given purpose
4b) Auras are a natural trait.
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Brutus Pyrus
Forty-Nine Fedayeen
Minmatar Republic
7
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Posted - 2013.03.22 21:10:00 -
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Frost was dead still as the Storm man advanced toward him, the hum and crackle of the artificial Mage grew louder and more violent as he walked. No. Glided, toward the young ranger. "Stand up." The storm mans voice was odd. It was only slightly human. A almost metallic quality was in his voice.
"I won't ask again, stand up!" The demand was followed by a small crack of thunder. The Storm man raised his hand and held it at frost's head level. A small blue-white light shone in his palm.
"I-I'm getting up. Don't fry me." Frost held his hands up to show he wasn't going to attack.
"What's your name, ranger? And not your nick name." The Storm man lowered his guard just slightly.
"Adryan. Sir." Frost's heart ponded against his chest. The being in front of him could destroy Frost with a twitch of his little finger.
"You're that Frost kid aren't you? Came in yesterday with Drases?"
"I thought you said no nicknames." Frost immediately regretted his little joke. The Storm man shot an ark of lightning at the ground at Frost's feet. Frost jumped at the sight of lighting nearly striking him.
"I'm not in the mood for jokes, Frost. You may be a ranger, but curfew is made for every one. And if you make a joke about me being out here I'll fry your brain." Frost kept his mouth shut.
"Now. Remove your hood and scarf. Slowly." Frost did as the Storm man said. His face was showing.
"Alright. That enough for now." The storm man dropped his hand and flicked his wrist, a small wisp of lightning flew off like a lightning bug. The storm man then began to glide away again, but frost couldn't help him self.
"Uh...wait. sir." The Storm man stopped and turned slowly to frost.
"What is it, ranger?" He didn't sound like he was in the mood.
"Could, could you tell me your name?" Frost tried to sound like he had no fear. In reality he sounded like some stupid teenager who went on a dare.
"You're serious? I nearly blow your head off, and you want to know my name?" The storm man looked skeptic.
"My name is Fentix. Why do you want to know?"
"I'm not sure. Just because I guess?"
The Storm man tilted his head at Frost. He was still human, mostly. The storm man began to turn and continue again when Frost spoke up again.
"So...uh, what's it like being a Storm man?"
"Are you seriously still here?" The storm man looked at Frost again and sounded a little annoyed.
The storm man sighed, looked at the ground and shook his head. "Just follow me, and I'll talk to you."
Frost stood in still. What had he just done?
"Well?" The Storm man's arms were crossed. Frost shook his head and began to walk by his new companion.
"So, you want to know what it's like to be a Storm man? Well...it's painful. You aren't just born one anymore. It used to be that Storm men were born and had an innate ability to control the power of the sky. But much like the protectors, that ability was lost after we fell." The two rounded a corner.
"So, how does it hurt?" Frost asked meekly.
"You are changed Frost. The elders, Storm Wardens we call them, find children that have the blood of the sky in them. They then train us and after that give us part of their power. Each one of the Wardens has a different sect of Storm men under them."
"Sorry what? Sects?"
"Yes. They have different abilities. We all use lightning but in different ways. I can launch ark of lightning from my body. If you didn't notice. Others can create wards of lightning. Some can forge weapons. It's quite fascinating."
The two continued to walk, then Fentix asked a question.
"What is it like being a ranger?"
"It's basically the same as living in the wilds. You scout for your company, you lie low and you kill when necessary. It's not great but it's something. " Frost was astonished at how nonchalantly he said that.
"Fentix, I've heard stories, that Storm men can live for hundreds of years. Is that true?"
"Yes. The wardens are eight hundred years old." Frost stopped at this.
" I'm a hundred and thirty." Frost's jaw dropped.
"Just kidding, Frost." A joking manner was in the storm mans voice.
Frost shook his head and the two new companions walked and talked about stories they had heard; old legends, new legends, their own tales. Fentix had some amazing stories. He spoke of a raid he had helped stopped. Frost listened to the Storm man like a child would listen to his grandfather. The story was long and sad, Fentix had lost his brother in the raid, his name was Darius. His brother had been a high ranking vanguard. And Darius' wife had been a ranger. Both died. And Fentix's nephew had grown up to be much like his father, a vanguard. But he was lost now too, along with his wife and family.
"Do you know what happened to them? Your nephew?"
"No, they just...ceased."
Frost looked ashamed for asking the question.
"It's fine. I've grown accustomed to being alone. Life here is too short to worry about family."
"Alright. I should probably go now. Thank you Fentix. And could you maybe make this not know to Drases?"
"Sure, why not. Already broke three other rules."
Frost nodded and ran off to Danya's home. He felt like a child almost, running home after a lesson from a teacher. Frost made it back with no problem. He was silent as he walked into his room, Reta still looked to be asleep. He took off his gear and laid back in bed he asleep quickly. |
Ner'Zul Nexhawk
Talos Incorporated
182
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Posted - 2013.03.22 21:55:00 -
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Sandromin Hes wrote:And yes, I realize magic is a very VERY lacking subject here... we need to start discussing some treatises on it, so let me begin:
1) Anyone can use it, but it takes exceptional practice and time for humanoids to use it.
2) Some races (which usually is specified upon introduction) just have a natural affinity to it.
3) The Vision does not qualify as traditional magic; rather it is a special ability provided by higher powers.
4) Everyone has an aura unless they're a dirty goblin. Goblins have no ability to use magic.
4a) Auras typically dictate magic type, affinity, and ability to use magic of any given purpose
4b) Auras are a natural trait.
//OOC: I will follow the same format and provide my stance on theory of magic's origins in Dustia.
1) Magic pours forth out of several sources located throughout the world. Those born next to such sources develop a natural affinity to magic. The sources can sometimes cover whole continents, like Praecantaria; other times, their coverage may be as small as a single forest.
Note: It is very rare, but nevertheless possible, that a creature not next to the magic source can develop a natural ability in utilizing it. This phenomena can be explained due to the fact that magic is spread around the world, but is becoming considerably thinner further from its source. At times enough magic can accumulate in a certain place at a certain time, and then one person born there could be imbued with it.
2) I side with Brutus in the fact that a pact with a god might determine a race's affinity, except not to the magic overall, but to a certain type of magic. Examples: Ashborn - fire, Hydromancers - water, Storm men - lightning.
3) I have no problem with Vision being a special type of power given from above.
4) I'm perfectly fine with it.
4a) Auras, while dictating magic type of those attuned to it, can be altered through a pact from ancient times. In fact, if future events allow me, I plan to reveal how all races of Praecantaria came to rule over certain elements exactly through such pacts.
4b) Aura can be a natural trait, but its potency is greatly determined by the location of birth (near any sources of magic or no) or by powers given from higher entities.
//End of OOC\\ |
Alixenus
Omega protection service
36
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Posted - 2013.03.22 22:59:00 -
[657] - Quote
OOC: 1) Magic is particularly strong in several locations with those born near them developing a magical affinity. That being said there's no magical source in Venezzia but we do get a Wizard or Witch every once in a while, often after they have practised for many years.
2) Siding with Brutus that God's might have a hand in this.
3) No problem with vision being a one off
4) There are Goblins now? I must enslave them to work on my ships!
4a) Abstaining from vote
4b) Abstaining from vote.
Also, I kinda feel like Venezzia is the poorer relation in this world. Due to accidently writing myself into a corner, we have almost no magic, so we're screwed if the AN or Fate pops up. We don't appear to be militarily superior to anyone, though our civvies seem only second to Brutus' people in martial prowess. We're clearly not the most advanced seeing as we're still relying on steel and sail. Our only pros seem to be in Trading, Diplomacy, Culture and accidently spawning the Diyadians. I don't know where this post was going, maybe I'm just insecure on some level about either my race or my writing skill, who knows?
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Ner'Zul Nexhawk
Talos Incorporated
182
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Posted - 2013.03.22 23:30:00 -
[658] - Quote
Alixenus wrote:OOC: 1) Magic is particularly strong in several locations with those born near them developing a magical affinity. That being said there's no magical source in Venezzia but we do get a Wizard or Witch every once in a while, often after they have practised for many years.
2) Siding with Brutus that God's might have a hand in this.
3) No problem with vision being a one off
4) There are Goblins now? I must enslave them to work on my ships!
4a) Abstaining from vote
4b) Abstaining from vote.
Also, I kinda feel like Venezzia is the poorer relation in this world. Due to accidently writing myself into a corner, we have almost no magic, so we're screwed if the AN or Fate pops up. We don't appear to be militarily superior to anyone, though our civvies seem only second to Brutus' people in martial prowess. We're clearly not the most advanced seeing as we're still relying on steel and sail. Our only pros seem to be in Trading, Diplomacy, Culture and accidently spawning the Diyadians. I don't know where this post was going, maybe I'm just insecure on some level about either my race or my writing skill, who knows?
//OOC: Well, your diplomatic and trading abilities may let you find strong allies who will protect you in the time of need. 
And I'm waiting for what Stocessco will say now. //End of OOC\\ |
Xavier Hastings
ZionTCD
Legacy Rising
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[OOC]Let me join the fray here. [/OOC]
And so it was! Xavier vanished one moment, and appeared the next. Where did he go, do you ask? Xavier went where no man has gone before, and "man" is clearly emphasized, for Thanatos was clearly not one. Thanatos was an exception. Thanatos, some consider, a God. His aura wreaked of Death and Misery. There was no questioning it. He was Death itself. Anyone of importance could notice that. Anyone with even a minor sense of magic could comprehend this.
Xavier appeared on what seemed to be a different plain of existence. There was no sky to be spoken of. There was only darkness. Pitch black, cold, frightening darkness. Below was the same, except you could barely see a thin, wispy layer of transparent "ground", you could say, which was tinted purple.
For some reason Xavier could think. Well, he could think before, but only about the most irrelevant of things, including flowers.
In front of Xavier there was a womanlike form. She, too, was transparent like the "ground", but her shade of purple was brighter and more visible. She seemed, from what Xavier witnessed, to turn to him.
Hello, Xavier. We meet again. I know we have had a rocky relationship, but that is a huge misunderstanding. Please, allow me to explain.
Her voice was very soothing and calm. Very unlike a woman. Most women Xavier knew had the voices of sharp knives, painful and deadly, so he never married and keeps himself as far away from them as possible. Her voice seemed to come from inside his head and out, as if she was communicating telepathically to him.
Then a chair appeared before her. It was a sturdy, wooden chair, nothing special, nothing fancy. In fact, it was as dull as it could possible be. Nothing could be as dull or generic as that chair.
Seeing that there is no other way out, Xavier reluctantly decided to listen to the Mistress speak.
Good. I am glad you are reasonable. No-one else is around here.
She seemed depressed. Lonely, even.
Did you know being Fate is a difficult job? Managing ever single life-form in the universe, yes, I said universe, there is more out there you know. Both humanoid and not. The ones I like to watch are in New Eden though. The Amarr are the funniest. Worship me as a God, they do!
She laughed a hearty laugh. A laugh you have friend to friend. But, Xavier was not laughing. In fact, he was intrigued. There are others out there? There are other places besides Dustia?
Fate knew about the onslaught of questions to come, so she cut him off.
Ah, but that is for another day. You see, I brought you here for a reason. A reason that I have explained to many, but they refused to listen. Freedom has poisoned their minds. Say, have you spoke to Freedom?
"No." Xavier finally spoke. There was simply nothing to say, before. "No, I have not spoken to Freedom. But I have someone mention him before."
And who was that?
"The one who calls himself Sandromin. Speaks about him like it is his father, he does."
Fate breathed a frustrated sigh.
Let us put him on the list then.
"The list?"
The list on who wants to kill us Gods.
Xavier does not know what to believe. His allies always mumbled of the evils of Fate. Surly she must be deceiving?
She smiled.
I know how you feel. They are good people, Xavier. Do not forget that. It is just that they are deceived, is all. It is not their fault.
"Whose is it, then?"
Freedom's. Freedom is the one who tells of the lie that I should be killed. And why should they stop there. Freedom will go on to say to kill all Gods, and then what will happen to the world, hm? Prosperity? Happiness? Not without the Gods, no.
Fate waves her hand, and then a three-dimensional model of the Dustia floats before them. It spins with a glory like no other, and its continents were green and luscious.
The Gods give stability to this world. They give the world light, the world water, they help the pants grow and blossom, and the list goes on and on.
She waves her hand again. This time the world takes a drastic turn for the worst. The oceans visibly start to evaporate, and at the same time light seems to fade. The world grows a dead brown, contrasting to it's previous luscious green.
This horrifies Xavier. It truly quite shocks him like no other. To see the world in this state kills Xavier, and leaves him feeling lost and hopeless.
Do you see what the deaths of gods will bring? It will bring destruction. Misery. Death. I tell you this, Xavier, for you think the words, 'why does this concern me?" It does, Mr. Xavier, for you will save the world from this. Go, stop Thanatos and the others. Recruit Nexhawk, the Fiery One. I will speak to him, but he will need further convincing.
Suddenly the ground starts to break and shatter. Xavier jumps from his chair and looks around, confused! There was no escape!
Goodbye, Xavier! May your journey be successful.
"Just one more question, what will happen?"
It will be good, Xavier, do not worry.
And then it went black.
[OOC]Don't worry, Alixenus, we all have Plot Armor, so you and your nation will not perish.
And on the magic:
1) Yea
2) Yea
3) Yea
4) There are goblins?! What else lurk in those woods?
4a) Yea
4b) Yea
*Note: Yea is the archaic form of "Yes"*
Sorry if this is too long.[/OOC] |
Sandromin Hes
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Posted - 2013.03.23 00:31:00 -
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Xavier Hastings wrote:
The Gods give stability to this world. They give the world light, the world water, they help the pants grow and blossom, and the list goes on and on.
Hm... pants... good... good...
As for the aura for Nex: Auras are a natural trait, and are hugely affected by surroundings (and genetics as well), but is just as well determined by personal characteristics, such as willpower and strength of mind. |
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