spark bird It is a truly horrible thing to care so deeply and yet to be so incredibly destructive. Trapped within the bubble (caged?) the spark bird keeps itself hidden away, bleeding into myth rather than burning those who get too close. Its natural habitat is in rocky places where its sparks cannot start fires. But here in the bubble, everything seems flammable. Even hidden away as it is, still sometimes it starts blazes that ravage entire fields of crops. For the creature with a heart of gold and a body of chaos, LongNight is the worst. It could do so much. Its light could protect ... but its body could kill ... Oh but their screams. It can hear them, all the way in the glade, each sound like a knife into its electric core. They scream and die, while the bird hides away, fearful and in agony, until it can take no more. Once again they have built it a perch, but this year it is used as bait against them. Bait to lure those who had heard of the bird and wanted only to see its light. But the monsters took their hope and used it against them. And in turn, the bird took to the skies. Like a shooting star it descended upon the Sanctuary, landing on the perch. Sparks showered down, fizzling harmlessly in the snow. Luckily Rory had been smart enough to place the perch a safe distance away from all the buildings, so at least for now, the bird's presence was not immediately dangerous. With a loud trill, the bird radiated light. From inside the Temple and Rathskeller cumulative cries of "did you see that?" and "where is that light coming from?" drowned out all other conversation. The monsters lurking hissed and retreated into the shadows, but the bird's light reigned supreme. As the crowd gathered in the protective halo of the bird's light, two in particular were singled out: THE SPARK BIRD IS NOW PROTECTING THE ENTIRE SANCTUARY (and so all boards within). For the remained of LN, you can be outside in these areas! For their participation in the KQ Rory and Jigano each receive +2 stats to be distributed as they choose, as well as a Spark Bird feather! You would also have a received a feather that could revive someone from the dead, but the entire party needed to complete the KQ! Feather of the Spark Bird | Provides a constant source of light, and can be used to start fires from even the most inflammable of objects and even in terrible conditions (rain, wind, etc). |
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02-25-2019, 06:43 PM
Hollowed Grounds Ambassador / Loreseeker
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02-25-2019, 07:20 PM
She followed along in the wake of the crowd that burst out from the temple, but lingered in the doorway as primal fear and a lifetime of terror made her disbelieve what her eyes were seeing. You did not go outside during the LongNight. Never, not for anything. But there was light blazing across the sky, melting snow from the rooftops and bathing the sanctuary in warmth. Not the sun, no, but a creature she'd only heard of in the legends, the stories and childrens tales.
Had she ever actually believed it to be real? Yet here it was, resting on the perch to safeguard them by its wondrous light, just as her father vad always said. As if it was the most natural thing. Maea gaped at the bird, and was startled to find tears streaming down her face, to realize that she was laughing even as she cried. The Spark Bird. It was real. It was everything she had ever hoped, dreamed it would be, the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. For the first time in her life, Maea broke the rules and went outside. the Sage
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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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02-25-2019, 07:24 PM
Where there had been darkness, now there was light. Windows that had been carefully covered over glowed through their protections now, and one of the nurses came excitedly into the room where a white fox rested beside a blond hunter. Still wary about revealing his transformation to others, the fox waited until she had left before he jumped to the ground and flowed into the shape of a man again, looking back to his friend with a tilt of his head and a brow cocked in invitation.
He walked at Rory's pace, Isuma scampering at their feet, and he sucked in a breath of shock at seeing the Temple door standing open now, and light streaming in. It wasn't the light of the sun, but it was a gentle, welcoming glow all the same, and he had to resist the urge to run to it and assuage the sharp twinge of curiosity that thrummed in his chest once more, after it had been missing for what felt like far too long. Outside, a little ways from the Temple where the perch had been constructed it now stood complete, crowned in beauty and feathers of skyfire that crackled and glowed with radiance. It had not been in vain. Tears prickled at his eyes as he reached out to touch Rory's hand, eyes searching for Amalia and Edrei to share their triumph. Even if they might not recognize the fox in the man, still they deserved congratulations and to share in the relief that washed through him. More was yet to come as they approached, feathers given to them by the Spark Bird herself, gifts of light and fire that had Jigano bowing deeply in respect and gratitude. "Thank you," he said softly, kneeling to pick his up and staying there a moment in gratitude before he rose to reach a hand out to the Bastion
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02-25-2019, 07:42 PM
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
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02-25-2019, 07:56 PM
Huntress / Witch
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02-25-2019, 08:06 PM
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02-25-2019, 08:14 PM
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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02-25-2019, 08:17 PM
Though magic had brought him back from the brink, and done most of the healing for his battered body, he still required more sleep than he was comfortable with—though in a way, it was a blessing in disguise. When asleep, he could dream lightly of the horrors of the world, but he did not have to endure being conscious in his stone cage. He did not have to spend hours on end fretting about his ponies, fretting over Wessex, fretting over his dogs, fretting over Amalia's bleak mood...
So he slept when the Spark Bird flew across their little settlement. He did not sleep when the sound level in the Infirmary rose; he woke with a start, panic clawing its way through his heart and soul—were the monsters inside? His senses strained in a terrified rush, listening, listening for the hush of that voice, listening for the insidious creep of his own thoughts, listened for the darkness of his soul to come out into the light and seek out every fragility, every insecurity. But there was nothing. Just: the Spark Bird. The Spark Bird. The what the actual fuck now? Rory looked at the fox. The fox jumped off the bed and became a man. Rory got out of bed. Rory walked out. Into the light. His eyes were slits against the fiery glow, his shadow long and slanted. The burns and blisters creeping across his face glistened wetly in the light. They were only skin deep now, thanks to Vervain and Isla, and still ached with a dull throb—and stung like the devil when touched. At last, he could breathe the free air again. At last, he was outside of the Temple, even though the sun had still not risen from its bed. And towering above them all, sitting upon the perch, was the Spark Bird: myth made memory again. It was radiant, it was beautiful, and it shone in the night, moving Rory to a reverent silence. He saw tears glittering in the light on the upturned faces around him, and felt his own eyes grow wet and his vision blurred. It was real. They had done it. A hand ghosted across his, and without thinking about it he turned his palm against it, a question or an invitation. It was only as more gathered that Rory realized that the light fell the brightest upon him and Jigano. He was no hero; he had not ridden into the dark for the regard of others, but for.. for.. for faith and stupidity and the rush, the thrill of it. But mostly for faith. Mostly for Amalia. Mostly to get the damned fox out of the barn. He did not need the recognition; did not want the attention, yet the bird plucked two feathers from its body and dropped before them. They sizzled in the snow. And perhaps he did not feel like he needed the thanks, but he would not refuse such a gift. "Thank you," he said as he knelt to pick it up by the stem. "Thank you for coming." Then Jigano was talking to someone else, and Rory realized that it was Amalia. A bright smile spread across his face. "We did it! It's real!" he said—laughed—as he threw his arms around her, wrapping her in a celebratory hug (and perhaps singeing the back of her clothes a little, as he didn't quite know to be careful with the feather yet). the Dionysian
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the Rapacious
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Warden of Halo / Guildmaster ✓
Age: 33 | Height: 6'4" | Race: Hybrid | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Halo Level: 14 - Strg: 72 - Dext: 72 - Endr: 73 - Luck: 80 - Int: 3 BELIAL - Mythical - Peryton (Blend) ZURIEL - Mythical - Unicorn (Healing)
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02-25-2019, 11:24 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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02-25-2019, 11:34 PM
M E L I T A
The fire radiated, pulsed, inside her brain, wove its magnificent threads through her mind; she wasn’t satisfied until she’d run outside the Rathskeller and into the columns of brandished light. She chased after remnants of gold and red, filaments of disaster and ruin, intervals of embers and plumes, the brightest, widest smile on her face – for this was it the Spark Bird, stronger, wilder, and more amazing than her imagination could ever conjure. A sense of pride tore through her, for she’d helped, in some way or form, before monsters and machinations, in building the perch, in trying to lure it here, back to them, and it allowed a wild bout of laughter to conjure its way through her throat. There was no point in waving towards it brilliant spectacle, cheering, or pointing, so she simply grabbed hold of Fangorn in her arms and ran into the abyss, weaving her way through forms and bodies, basking in the glow of peace and refuge, in the lack of calamity and disdain. Her heart fluttered, and everything was light, good again. Her head tipped back just to behold every flicker of its wings, every beacon of coals and cinders, every paragon, every virtue, tipped and dipped from its plumage. “It’s beautiful,” she whispered to her gourd, to the wind, to the passing night, realizing her luck at being able to see any of this at all. Perhaps it was a sign of deliverance, a gesture of good things to come, serendipity and kismet, serenity and tranquility, everything pointing to the heavens rather than ruin. She could hope. She could dream. Sometimes it was all she had. | |||||||||
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