archebold Fear is the price of imagination Wessex? Dead? Well...that was unfortunate. He did so favor the strength she exuded, though perhaps all that mattered little now that she was no longer around. Had Archebold been able to sigh he would have done so, instead his eyebrows merely lifted at the words Remi had spoken. Help of the Ascended to escape? Well, wasn't that just the bees knees. He had thought to linger behind, though seeing as he was the only Ascended here at the moment, and the mention of their help being needed...well that just tickled his pickle and he had a sudden interest to learn more. Walking stick tapped along as he weaved through the crowd, either politely or by simply walking through someone when he stopped just before Remi ….'Sad Eyes' he inwardly dubbed the young man. "Curious as to how we may be of assistance...there are no visible openings through the barrier and apparently the last of us to attempt to fight this guardian of the spire saw an abrupt end. However...like it or not, we are in this together. Whatever it is you will be needing of me..." Archebold paused to look over the others before fixing his dark eyes on the alchemist. Bowing his head slowly. "...speak the words. I will be there, my friend." The latter stressed subtly, as if it were such a foreign idea for Archebold to claim anyone to be anything other than means to feed...an attuned no less...but there was the sad-eyed young one, mentioning an eventual need and Archebold would express his desire to aid any way he could. |
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Collector
Age: 91 | Height: 6' 1 | Race: Ancient | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds Level: 1 - Strg: 15 - Dext: 15 - Endr: 20 - Luck: 7 - Int:
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01-10-2019, 07:00 PM
Medic / Alchemist
Age: 38 | Height: 6’ 1” | Race: Abandoned | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds Level: 3 - Strg: 9 - Dext: 24 - Endr: 12 - Luck: 6 - Int: KYSMA - Mythical - Unicorn (Superspeed)
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01-10-2019, 09:10 PM
the Penumbra
Queen of the Hollowed Grounds
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01-10-2019, 09:20 PM
Hollowed Grounds Registrar
Age: 30 | Height: 5’7 | Race: Ancient | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds Level: 3 - Strg: 18 - Dext: 16 - Endr: 29 - Luck: 22 - Int:
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01-10-2019, 09:24 PM
No permission needed for power play! Feel free to use magic/force on Kiada, without killing her <3 the White Knight
Age: 34 | Height: 5'10 | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Torchline Level: 15 - Strg: 60 - Dext: 75 - Endr: 60 - Luck: 82 - Int: 3 SUGAR - Mythical - Dragon (Ice Breath)
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01-10-2019, 09:47 PM
R O N I N
Wessex was dead. A new god - literally a New God - had been discovered by name of the Voice. Ludo had advised them that the Spire and the Ascended were keys, perhaps, to their freedom. And the Spire Monster burned. The information filtered through and into the ex-soldier in waves, Ronin standing quietly by as others joined them to listen, to speak, to add to their growing pool of knowledge. He nodded to "I plan to kill it," he said, his tone frank and without bravado. He glanced betwen Remi and "I met a goddess here too, since we are on the subject." Ronin addressed the gathering crowd. "Safrin. She assured me of her assistance, and gifted me with something that should apparently prove useful against the monster." So saying he held up his left hand, wrapped in the gauntlet so recently obtained from Safrin. The pendant against his chest felt warm, and he smiled softly. He arched an eyebrow as He didn't even spare the Remedy
Medic ✓
Age: 32 | Height: 5'7 | Race: Ancient | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Torchline Level: 5 - Strg: 26 - Dext: 30 - Endr: 30 - Luck: 27 - Int:
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01-10-2019, 09:52 PM
the Honeybee
Age: 26 | Height: 5'6" | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Torchline Level: 1 - Strg: 62 - Dext: 63 - Endr: 63 - Luck: 62 - Int: FANGORN - Mythical - Vampire Gourd SILA - Mythical - Dragon (Fire Breath)
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01-12-2019, 05:49 PM
M E L I T A
Melita had been late, lost in the withering columns of daylight and patterns of snow, tracing over what remained of ambient hours, skipping, hopping, and leaping between frozen banks and specious rime. So she came into the threshold, winding along the aperture, like a wild fury of tangled, savage curls and harpsichord wishes, emboldened whimsy and gnarled, knotted thorns, a blissful effervescence stoked upon her features, her face, blissfully unaware of the shattering knowledge dragging its onslaught towards her. She should’ve expected it, in a way. She’d lived through two other iterations of malice and menace, of murder and mayhem, shoved headlong into vices and venom at a tender age, had grown alongside barbs and swords, talons and claws, wept with loneliness, collided with despair. Determination and valor had blossomed out of her every effort, the seething, treacherous torment, the war-torn movements, desperate to prosper beneath a brutal thumb, a nefarious hand, a tenacious, binding grasp. Why wouldn’t it be here, amidst the fronds and feathers, alongside the beatific pinnacles, the rasping, grinding unknown? Death. Monsters. They were always within her reach, but the name it felled shocked her, made her gasp, a quiet, nearly inaudible thing, caused her eyes to turn down, away, across the ancient, arcane floor, so the rest of the world, the crowd, couldn’t see the comprehension persecute her again. Wessex was gone? How was it even possible? She’d barely known the woman, but had seen enough, witnessed enough, to believe in the layers of strength, of fortitude, mired in these hills and woods. She’d been firm, inflexible, unyielding – the honeybee child couldn’t even fathom how another soul had ripped and torn her apart. But then she remembered her thoughts as they began to part - I’ve known monsters bigger than you, and the weight made her swallow hard, throat suddenly coated with bile, with shame. The warrior had been more than a speck of dust, more than a canvas of ash and soot. They all were. They were lines in the sand and movements across the sun – buildings carved from the wake of their hands, from the fury of their might, battles and crusades forged from the keen edge of their determination. They were beautiful and blistering, caught in a mortal ring, and it irked her, irritated her, that it’d all been cast aside so quickly, so readily. The notion hammered down, deep in her heart, in her soul, over and over again. Do something had been her anthem in the Rift, for years as she crawled amidst the shadows and ruins, as she scaled wall after wall, conquered sorrow after sorrow. Her voice was suddenly an echo, a boundless, intrepid thing, too daring, too bold, too feverish, but fervently laced with the ferocity of her intentions, yearning for them to hear her. “I would like to help,” was an audacious, burning thing. She half-expected them to ignore her; too young, too inept, too ignorant, but damn, she could fight, she could scheme, she could buy time when there were others better than she.
Leatherworker
Age: 36 | Height: 175cm / 5'9 | Race: Abandoned | Nationality: Natural | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds Level: 3 - Strg: 16 - Dext: 17 - Endr: 20 - Luck: 8 - Int:
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01-12-2019, 08:14 PM
stars, hide your fires; Let not light see my black and deep desires
The smile he procured for Remi was brief and distant, sad, only there as if to say, it's quite alright, it's not the first time, and won't be the last— He passed the Spire regularly, and nothing ever happened, but the place was steeped in death. He snatched his hand from the lantern, lost, seeing Remi's hand move but coming nowhere, and this was neither the place, nor the time. So Rory locked his fresh hurt away, became only the bearer of bad news, an unreachable and distant thing. Amalia's voice cried out in the silence following his words, and he met her eyes for a moment, but she wouldn't find what she was looking for in them. Wessex was dead, and he would not lie to her, or offer false hopes. Then Remi went on, speaking of how they had found one of the New Gods, and freed it, then spoke of meeting Ludo. And that explained the trio of birds and their foolish adventure to the top of the Spire. Rory let out a long, slow sigh. Others stepped up, offering help, insight, one woman calling for the demon's death and had Rory had hackles, he would've raised them. Anger got you nowhere where this thing; a riot was the last thing they needed. A woman approached, writing something on a sheaf of paper and holding up for them. Rory tried reading it for half a second before giving up—between the lighting and her handwriting and his state, there was just no way he'd decipher it. And Ronin, poor, stupid, brave, confident Ronin, he spoke of killing the demon. Blessed by Safrin. Rory raised his hand to his face, slender fingers massaging his brow and temples, the urge to scream at them all rising. Isla called out from somewhere. And Melita, the child Wessex had turned down, spoke out, and he couldn't help but to think she would've been proud of her. Lightning and fire didn't matter. He couldn't let himself believe they stood a chance against the thing. They were all mad. The least he could do was try to stall them, to give them enough time to come to their senses, and if not—well, he could try to keep them from doing something damned foolish. Their confidence sickened him. Wessex had died to the thing. Couldn't they understand how dangerous it was? "At least wait until Flowerbirth before you throw your lives away," he said, voice dead, face dead, soul defeated. "You'll stand a better chance without the deep snows hindering you." the Bastion
Age: 31 | Height: 5'11 | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Torchline Level: 15 - Strg: 70 - Dext: 65 - Endr: 101 - Luck: 100 - Int: 3 ORIA - Mythical - Spriggan (Ghost)
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01-12-2019, 08:37 PM
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission. the Sage
Provost of the Loreseekers ✓ Soul Shepherd ✓
Portal Guardian Age: 36 | Height: 6'2" | Race: Attuned x Abandoned | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds Level: 12 - Strg: 30 - Dext: 45 - Endr: 38 - Luck: 42 - Int: ISUMA - Mythical - Griffin (Venomous)
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01-12-2019, 09:15 PM
His hiding place might have allowed him to hear, but he could not see and the frustration of it was enough to make a slender fox squirm in the confines of stone and plaster where he had tucked himself, safe from notice by those who wouldn't understand. Some voices he knew - Edy, Isla, the pup - others were unknown to him, new and strange. And there were more bodies moving and breathing than speaking in the large area. They spoke of assault, of magic and weapons, a glorious battle to make the bards sing--
Except the bards tended to leave out the screaming of the wounded. The stench of spilled bowels, the slip of filth beneath weary boots. The twisted limbs and broken bodies, slack faces and empty eyes that accompanied such things. No one wanted to hear about that. But he had seen enough destruction to know the price of such grand gestures. And, in the end, maybe that's what it would come down to. A grand melee, an overpowering force of mortals against the Spire's single defender, relying on sheer number of bodies to slow it, even stop it, so some lucky few might gain the supposed entrance of the key to their cage. But... perhaps there were other ways. Violence tended to be the first thought of the strong, he'd noticed. Those used to winning with it rarely considered that there might be another way, using other strengths than the merely physical-- Rory's voice didn't ring out so much as fall, leaden, into the momentary silence, and the little fox froze, ears pricked but holding his breath. So much pain-- He'd heard enough. He had enough to redouble his efforts in the library and perhaps be Remi's kind of fool, as well. For now, though, there was something he needed to do. Squirming, twisting, he managed to back himself out of the dead end he'd wedged himself into and back into the night. It was cold, overcast still -- dark, with neither moon nor stars to light the way. No one should spend such a night bleeding and alone in the dark. Ghost-silent and blending with the snow, Jigano trotted back around to where a black horse had been hitched. He approached cautiously, raising his nose to sniff hers in greeting before trotting around to her side and gathering himself. He jumped, springing high enough to catch himself on the saddle and find his balance as he curled down there, a lovely white foxfur with two eyes slitted mostly closed, to wait for Rory's return. the Wraith
General of the Hollowed Grounds
Age: 47 | Height: 5'8'' | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Natural | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds Level: 12 - Strg: 61 - Dext: 60 - Endr: 61 - Luck: 58 - Int: 2 LOKI - Mythical - Dragon (Energy Blast)
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Medic / Alchemist
Age: 38 | Height: 6’ 1” | Race: Abandoned | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds Level: 3 - Strg: 9 - Dext: 24 - Endr: 12 - Luck: 6 - Int: KYSMA - Mythical - Unicorn (Superspeed)
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01-12-2019, 11:59 PM
the White Knight
Age: 34 | Height: 5'10 | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Torchline Level: 15 - Strg: 60 - Dext: 75 - Endr: 60 - Luck: 82 - Int: 3 SUGAR - Mythical - Dragon (Ice Breath)
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01-15-2019, 06:03 PM
R O N I N
Poor, brave, stupid Ronin felt the weight of his decision to push the fight, and Rory's reaction told him just how well it was going down with some. But he couldn't - wouldn't - let it lie. Were they meant to live and die in fear of the Spire and the creature that guarded it? Naturals these people may be, but for fear to become complacency spoke of generations of futile attempts. And yes, perhaps their try at this would be just as futile. But they didn't have the experience of that to draw upon - until they did, he would give his all. "Of course," he said. "Going after it in the snows would be more deathwish than anything. Flowerbirth it is." He smiled faintly at those who wanted to help. "There's one more thing," he said. "When we faced the creature last, it was injured enough for one of our group to notice that it doesn't seem to be organic..." Here Ronin glanced sidelong to Ashetta. "Whatever it is, it could have been made, rather than born..." He was actually about to excuse himself when the door to the Temple opened, Ronin's blue eyes flicking up to see an unfamiliar woman striding inside. He didn't know her as Wessex, but another in the group seemed to, and believed she ought to be dead. Ronin glanced to the Rapacious
Age: 28 | Height: 5'7 | Race: Ascended | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds Level: 6 - Strg: 20 - Dext: 20 - Endr: 21 - Luck: 5 - Int:
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