"...Oh... oh no." Vervain's voice was soft and quiet next to vervain well i'll rest my eyes and i'll let the earth breathe |
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Huntress / Witch
Age: 44 | Height: 5'9 | Race: Abandoned | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Greatwood Level: 5 - Strg: 11 - Dext: 19 - Endr: 19 - Luck: 16 - Int: COCO - Regular - Cloud Wyrm
Played by: Honey
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03-15-2019, 11:04 PM
Hunter
Age: 38 | Height: 6'3" | Race: Abandoned | Nationality: Natural | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds Level: 1 - Strg: 14 - Dext: 9 - Endr: 16 - Luck: 6 - Int:
Played by: kae
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03-16-2019, 12:01 AM
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)
Played by: Astor
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03-16-2019, 11:16 AM
Craftsman / Artist
Age: 310 | Height: 6'2" | Race: Ascended | Nationality: Natural | Citizenship: Level: 0 - Strg: 8 - Dext: 10 - Endr: 12 - Luck: 5 - Int:
Played by: Sage
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03-16-2019, 12:31 PM
Smuggler's Liaison
Age: 36 | Height: 6'3" | Race: Ascended | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds Level: 5 - Strg: 17 - Dext: 19 - Endr: 17 - Luck: 12 - Int:
Played by: lancydulac
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03-16-2019, 01:12 PM
"I've never had to fight a monster just to get some dick." Adam snorted, watching the fight go down from a distance as he consumed one of his pills and passed one to Edy; whether she chose to have it or not was up to her. Personally, he felt he might need something to calm down pretty soon. Tensions were rising, in the fight and in the watching crowd.
Adam stayed out of it. He didn't understand the argument's ins and outs anyway, and Nathaniel was clearly trying to avoid being too involved. He didn't want to drag the other man into it and end up sleeping on the porch (or at least, having to spend his night breaking into the house). Some raggy floating fuck showed up, seemed to draw a reaction from the crowd. Adam just watched, wished he could get cool floating black bits of cloth to put on his shoulders. Thoughts of fashion left at the announcement of a death. He didn't know who Ronin was but he knew death was awkward, difficult. Tended to be uncomfortable. That was very much not Adam's scene, but Edy next to him seemed upset. Normally he would have left, but...he awkwardly placed his hand on her shoulder. "I'm sorry. Uh...were you close?" That was a thing people asked after deaths, right? ADAM So what's the point of robbery when nothing is worth taking?
It's kind of tough to tell a scruff the big mistake he's making Age: 28 | Height: 5'9" | Race: Attuned | Nationality: Natural | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds Level: 2 - Strg: 20 - Dext: 11 - Endr: 12 - Luck: 10 - Int:
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03-16-2019, 01:48 PM
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)
Played by: Heather
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03-16-2019, 10:51 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)
Played by: Heather
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03-16-2019, 11:33 PM
M E L I T A
She tried to mute the voices in the background, focus her attention on the battle, on little dots bouncing around a formidable foe. She wished she was closer, where she could see who and what assaulted the massive beast, where no one was arguing, where no one was foaming at the mouth, trying to determine who was better, which was more beneficial, which class deserved to be throttled. Amidst assaults and sieges, it was all survival; no politics, no discourse, only fluid, frenetic movement, one maneuver after another, until there was a victor, a triumph, or a catastrophe. Melita inhaled sharply, a vicious gasp, when she witnessed monster flicker apart; it was one of those crowning achievements she was honored to have seen, blood and guts and glory, beautiful and vehement. She would’ve cheered, whooped, or hollered amidst that teeming brawl of abhorrence behind her – had a robed god not suddenly spouted out the inevitable, sinking crush of death ricocheting around her ears, her mind, her memories. She knew Ronin, but not well. He’d assisted in building the Spark Bird’s perch. He’d been a mastermind of a guild, of the plans to destroy the beast before them. He’d led her and Wessex along the bone bridge, no sense of fear, apprehension, or unease lined in his shoulders, in his figure, in the way he moved. She might’ve been enamored by him, by his prowess, by his abilities, if given more time or instruction; because she admired those who were strong, who were brave, who were bold. She’d seen death before too, in waves of chaos and flights of fury, in broken, depraved exhales of pain and then nothing. Here, it’s in disbelief and shock, gone before the notion even began to sink in, a flutter of air, the crackle of ruin, a monster taking a warrior with it. “I’m sorry,” she whispered to herself, to the man who perished in the ashes of achievement, sitting on the ground, tucking and drawing her knees towards her chin so she could wrap her arms around her limbs and wonder the how and why. It didn’t matter, really, truly, but hammered home the notion, again and again and again, that no one was untouchable, that this world was just as dangerous as the last, and there was no true escape from the certainty of demise. But she’d always fight against it. 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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03-17-2019, 05:09 AM
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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03-17-2019, 05:28 PM
The hunter’s sad words twisted in Jigano’s stomach, a warning – an omen, as it turned out. Ronin rose as the team closed in, the construct that was the demon laughing as it died, as the combined might of the mortals’ courage and bravery and strength closed around it like a net from which there was no escape— No escape for Ronin, either, as the battlefield bloomed with a fiery flower that knocked back the team and forced the watchers to look away or close their eyes against the brightness. When sight returned five figures still stood, but one was covered in stars and the man she stood beside… Oh. Oh no. Training prevailed, though the bard’s heart quailed within him. He stood statue-still, face pale but composed. The only sign of his protest was in the strength of the hand that gripped Rory’s, as if holding on to a lifeline in a storm-tossed sea. On his shoulder Isuma trembled, a soft keening piping from her tiny beak as they watched the distant farewells and then the final moment, as Ronin rose in light and starstuff to join the heavens above. What did one do, in the moments that followed? What could one say? A good man had died, but with his death had freed the people of Caido from a demon that had stalked their world as long as the barrier had kept them confined. Some might say his death was worth it – that no one else would fall to the depredations of the mad guardian, and what was the life of one man (one Outlander) to the dozens who had fallen before, and the uncounted number who would live now? But for those who had known and loved him… it had been a price Ronin had been willing to pay, but not one that they had. Already they began to scatter, the Spire forgotten in the daze of trying to come to terms with what had happened. No one rushed the obelisk immediately, for which Jigano gave a quick prayer of thanks to gods who could not hear him. ”We will need time to mourn,” he said softly, though whether he was speaking to Rory or himself even he couldn’t say. ”And then… to plan. There will be many who are afraid. And a great deal of anger… And there will be consequences, no matter what we choose… But…” He choked off the words, shaking his head as if to force away the emotions that pressed down on him, almost too strong to bear. Sadness for the man who was lost, exultation for the victory his sacrifice had bought them, a wild hope of a future free of the barrier… and a cold fear of what they might be unleashing on the world in their bid for survival. Feeling overwhelmed and inexplicably lost under the weight of it all, he trailed off into silence, leaning against Rory’s shoulder and watching the crowd disperse, too distracted to notice the way the Ascended flitted among each other, and too distraught to find the words to heal the breach between naturals and outlanders that had sundered vast cracks through a community that now, of all times, could not afford to be divided.
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:
Played by: Neowulf
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03-17-2019, 07:03 PM
RORY The dark, angry part of him, the part that hurt and seethed and twisted, wanted death on that day. It wanted punishment, it wanted pain, it wanted the Outlanders to pay for their arrogance with blood: to feel, acutely, just how powerful the Demon were.And how powerless they were to stop it, as they would stand on the sidelines and watch it tear them apart, strip the flesh from their bones as they screamed in anguish and agony. He wanted them to suffer, as each and every Natural had. But he did not want anyone to die. He did not genuinely, truly want anyone to die to the Demon ever again. His heart was pounding in his chest, fleet and wild, carrying the fear through his body. What if any one of them died? What if they succeeded? What then? Death of man he knew; death of the demon he did not. He couldn't even begin to fathom what it would do to him, to them, to his world.. to everything he had ever known. So it was with his heart galloping in his throat, trying to escape through his teeth, that he watched what he thought would be the end. When the world erupted into light. Rory's eyes closed and he turned away, putting his arm around The first thing was what he didn't see, and that was the demon. Then he saw what could only be Safrin, radiant and bright and starry and beautiful and breathtaking. Rory, abandoned as he was, had never seen her before, and no story had ever done her justice. But he was no fool. He saw Remi. He saw the two women. That meant that the man in her pallid starlight was Ronin. That meant that Ronin was dead, though it seemed unfair that he was to be taken to the stars, that an Outlander was risen to the strange and sudden midnight, when all the Naturals who had died before had just been left as bones and bodies. It hurt something fierce. Then Safrin, and Ronin with her, was gone, and daylight returned. His hand held Jigano's as hard as the other held his; his free hand rose to touch his fingers between his eyes. The blue of them glistened with tears as he bowed his head. He wanted to say, not Ronin... but what he meant was, not another one. He felt sad in a distant sort of way, thinking about the man who had so easily got smiles out of Remi, who had decided to trust him just because the Alchemist did, had declared him a friend. They had stood together at the front of the meeting where Wessex returned, where Rory asked them all to wait, to not rush, to not throw their lives away... The breath he pulled in was ragged. Jigano was talking, as if there were any words for what had just happened; Ronin's death had blotted out the more difficult part of the issue, the one he could not quite comprehend. Grief was tangible. Easy. He'd done it before. But the Demon being dead? That knowledge had no shape which could fit within his body. Rory just shook his head as if to say don't talk, not yet, there's no point, for what words could make sense of what they had just seen? Instead he extricated his hand from Jigano's and put it around his waist instead, holding him close as he leaned back, resting his bowed head against the edge of his collarbone. They stood like that for a while, before Rory looked up again. "There's nothing more for us here," he murmured. "We should go." And so, they left. as if you were on fire from within, the moon lives in the lining of your skin. | ||||||||
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