DEIMOS
And in your darkest hour,
I hold secrets flame
They’d failed.
It wouldn’t be the first, nor the last – he’d frequently looked defeat and collapse in the face. Once, he might’ve sunk right into the dungeons and bled himself over the catacombs. Once, he might’ve ground his teeth, clenched his jaw, and wished for someone to suffer for the wrath inflicted upon him, his notions, and his beliefs. But in the present, it anointed him with purpose. While the gods consecrated others, while the deities implored upon those worthy, the Reaper and Rexanna embarked on goals, on motivations, on information gathering – firmly stuck and caught in the middle, at a standstill, feet on either side. He rarely reveled in purgatory – he preferred omens and ultimatums, disaster and the truth, perils and claws, battlefields and scars, hell and its obvious consignments. His irreverence painted them neither illustrious or notable – but his determination, the facets and invocations carving their way up his bones, through his flesh and sinew and veins, would earn them something. It could be hatred. It could be indifference. It could be nothing at all, but he’d be damned if he didn’t try. It was Deimos’ turn to lead the way, though he was just as uncertain along the threshold of the Loreseeker’s Guild as he had been within the temple’s grasp. At least here they had half a chance: he didn’t expect scholars, no matter their eternal making, to turn them away from knowledge and wisdom. The Atheneum was familiar, comfortable, despite perilous ruins and obvious signs of disrepair. It held a soul, sagacity, and the beast could appreciate its sentiments. Silently, because his stride was swift and Rexanna understood he wasn’t one for idle chit-chat, he followed the lines of bookstacks and shelving towards a metallic door; embossed and embedded with page sigils. He opened it, holding the aperture long enough for Rexanna to step within, then wandering side by side, descending into the hall. Mirrors, scrolls, and endless information wafted their way towards them. He inhaled, slow, steady, methodical and calm, suddenly embedded with control and composure again, pushing the vehemence, the frustration, the belligerence away from his being. “Hello,” his deep voice uttered, rang off the walls, and he glanced at Rexanna, arching a brow, before proceeding. “We have come seeking information regarding the barrier.” Would that be enough to summon someone from the depths? Would that be enough to solidify decisions, embark on further crusades? Or would they be stuck again, deep in the muck and the mire? master of nothing place; of recoil and grace |
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the Resurrected Sword
Warden of Halo / Guildmaster ✓
Age: 34 | Height: 6'4" | Race: Hybrid | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Halo Level: 14 - Strg: 74 - Dext: 74 - Endr: 75 - Luck: 80 - Int: 3 BELIAL - Mythical - Peryton (Blend) ZURIEL - Mythical - Unicorn (Healing)
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03-23-2019, 09:12 PM
the Penumbra
Queen of the Hollowed Grounds
Age: 34 | Height: 5'4" | Race: Ascended x Abandoned | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds Level: 4 Abandoned (Level 3 Ascended) - Strg: 19 - Dext: 14 - Endr: 20 - Luck: 9 - Int:
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03-23-2019, 09:23 PM
Loreseeker
Age: 30 | Height: 156 cm / 5'1 ft | Race: Ancient | Nationality: Natural | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds Level: 6 - Strg: 25 - Dext: 24 - Endr: 24 - Luck: 23 - Int:
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03-23-2019, 09:57 PM
They did not have to wait long before the sound of soft feet upon stone floors announced the approach of a resident. Maea wasn't confident enough to call herself a Loreseeker just yet, not when she had yet to make her way through even one of the books... But she loved spending her time in the Guild hall none the less, and was growing more confident with the place for each day.
Like a pale ghost, dressed all in white save the black scarf about slender shoulders that she never put aside, she looked with quiet interest from the tall, dark man to the slender woman by his side. Recognizing Rexanna, she brightened into a smile and hurried over, happy to see her training companion again. "Rexanna! This is a nice surprise. Come on in, both of you. Who is your friend?" She showed them further into the hall towards a sitting area, where comfortable chairs har been placed near a fireplace. A kettle of hot water hung by the fire, and as the guests made themselves comfortable Maea began to arrange a tray of cups, tea and simple treats. "So, you want to know about the barrier... A very current topic indeed. I might not be the one you want to talk to, as others have received more detailed information lately, but I can fill you in on the basics." She brought the tray over to them and sat down, smiling rather nervously as she tried to fill the role she was supposed to play. This was her first time guiding anyone, and Maea felt the pressure of conveying accurate information, and on such a broad topic too. "Why don't you start by telling me what you have learned so far? And a bit about what you hope to find out. I'll do my best to answer your questions." MAEA just a glimpse of truth
the Archangel
Baker ✓
Age: 30 | Height: 5'6 | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Natural | Citizenship: Stormbreak Level: 5 - Strg: 49 - Dext: 45 - Endr: 52 - Luck: 49 - Int: JYOTI - Mythical - Starwhale (Humpback)
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03-31-2019, 12:14 AM
Amalia only lonely hid the morning from the stars ✩ Amalia does not expect to see anyone there- or rather, she does not to expect any of the trio present. Armed with her staff and a basket of bread, the young librarian steps lightly down the stairs, lost in a world of her thoughts creation. She has come to drop some food off for Jigano, and perhaps to also read one of Safrin's books, the lot of which sit tucked away on a special, alcoved shelf. A soft spring tune flits from her lips: "The girl, she asked for sun from Rae... But only rain fell through the day..." She does not hear them until she sees them, a trio of figures in firelight. Less surprising then their presence is the fact she knows them all. Deimos, the glacial beast of songs and scones. Rexanna, the kindly Outlander who left her so confused. Maea, the ghostly older girl who haunted her mother's footsteps, always somewhere further than Amalia could reach, now wearing a shawl of familiar rags. The baker regards them all in turn, soft sable gaze fluttering, floating, before falling at last on the tray of tea between them. "Sorry," Amalia musters at last, angular face awkward as she grapples between curiosity and shyness- and stepping forward as curiosity wins out. "Maea... are those Ludo's rags?" the Resurrected Sword
Warden of Halo / Guildmaster ✓
Age: 34 | Height: 6'4" | Race: Hybrid | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Halo Level: 14 - Strg: 74 - Dext: 74 - Endr: 75 - Luck: 80 - Int: 3 BELIAL - Mythical - Peryton (Blend) ZURIEL - Mythical - Unicorn (Healing)
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03-31-2019, 04:23 PM
the Penumbra
Queen of the Hollowed Grounds
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04-04-2019, 09:33 AM
Loreseeker
Age: 30 | Height: 156 cm / 5'1 ft | Race: Ancient | Nationality: Natural | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds Level: 6 - Strg: 25 - Dext: 24 - Endr: 24 - Luck: 23 - Int:
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04-04-2019, 10:01 PM
Smiling timidly at the tall, stern looking man, Maea offered her own name in return and guides the guests to comfort, looking happily off at Rexanna ever now and then just to confirm the was really there.
While prepairing the treats she considered their request and sorted through what she ought to tell them first and what to save for later. She was just about to begin when the privacy of the meeting was interrupted by a familiar singing. Maea stiffened instinctively, shoulders tensing up as Amalia came into view. Pale eyes roamed quickly over the younger girl, part eager, part reluctant; it had been a long time since they last spoke properly, and as much as Maea told herself otherwise, she still missed her long time friend. Or... whatever they were. It was complicated. "Amalia. I... it's nice to see you again." But awkward. Like she was intruding on Amalia's space, barging in where she did not belong. "I was just about to start filling them in on the barrier. Would you...? I mean, if you have time, if you don't mind, could you help? Jigano told me... you've discovered some new things recently?" Fingering the scarf while avoiding the beautiful woman's gaze, Maea felt like she was shrinking, reduced by the minute by all the unvoiced things that hovered between them. Was it just her, just imagination, or..? "Well... yes. It is. I... They answered my prayer, Ama." A touch of wonder to her voice, a smile that was ever so slightly tender. Amalia should know how much a thing like that would mean to her, who had prayed all her life and never received anything. Until now. MAEA just a glimpse of truth
the Archangel
Baker ✓
Age: 30 | Height: 5'6 | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Natural | Citizenship: Stormbreak Level: 5 - Strg: 49 - Dext: 45 - Endr: 52 - Luck: 49 - Int: JYOTI - Mythical - Starwhale (Humpback)
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04-13-2019, 12:29 PM
Amalia only lonely hid the morning from the stars ✩ They all react differently, and Amalia's eyes flutter briefly as she looks between the three, something half embarrassed and half intrigued emblazoned on her face. A half-smile for Deimos, a nod for Rexanna - has the woman lost her accent already? - and a somewhat shadowed look for Maea, questioning, uncertain, as though looking for invitation to intrude. They have not spent much time together, not since Amalia's grandmother's death- and even then it had been her mother who cared for and taught the older Valair, while the young waif clung to her grandmother's shadow. But the question feels like an invitation, and Amalia draws nearer despite her anxiety. Her brow furrowing slightly in thought, she moves to stand among them, chewing delicately on her lip. "The Old Gods, Vi and Mort and Rae, built it almost three hundred years ago. After the Voice began to create Ascendeds, and threaten the balance of the world." She thinks of the vehemence with which Safrin spoke, her disdain for the inorganic palpable in her cosmic gaze. "Our lives were spared because of Mort's love." Amalia looks again at Maea as her question is answered, glancing over the rags again before meeting pale eyes, her own black gaze bright. "That is wonderful, Maea," Amalia breathes earnestly, her face breaking into a reverent smile. She thinks of her own encounter with Ludo in the Shrine, and with Safrin before. "The books we found in Safrin's library are all here, and the map of what's outside, if you want to read them. Or-" and here she stumbles, suddenly self-conscious, realizing too late her mistake. With a fleeting glance at Maea she clears her throat, eyes again on the tea and snacks, right hand pulling absently at her left sleeve. "I will be reading them further, and Jigano too, probably, and the other Loreseekers. Maybe we can take turns reading them aloud? To save time." the Resurrected Sword
Warden of Halo / Guildmaster ✓
Age: 34 | Height: 6'4" | Race: Hybrid | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Halo Level: 14 - Strg: 74 - Dext: 74 - Endr: 75 - Luck: 80 - Int: 3 BELIAL - Mythical - Peryton (Blend) ZURIEL - Mythical - Unicorn (Healing)
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04-13-2019, 05:29 PM
the Penumbra
Queen of the Hollowed Grounds
Age: 34 | Height: 5'4" | Race: Ascended x Abandoned | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds Level: 4 Abandoned (Level 3 Ascended) - Strg: 19 - Dext: 14 - Endr: 20 - Luck: 9 - Int:
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