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Topic: Silent Hill: Eternal Decay
Subject: Memories
Cindi smiles politely at the two newcomers, taking everything as it comes. Why not? Companions are a good thing after all, especially in Silent Hill-
Cindi's eyes widen as she suddenly remembers. That's right... no wonder she was so used to this place...
And the doors burst open. Hank jumps, starled, and backs away as if fearing what she will see, but it is not the many bodies she saw as she left. Transparent people, dressed in their Sunday best, pour from the door. Hank, Cindi, Delilah and Chris can see the outlines of buildings through them.
Cindi sighs. "Oh....that again."
That's right... there were those minor annoyances that occured every now and then. There didn't seem to be any congreguity to them; they just happen. The memory she had recovered still had a lot of holes in it, but it is far better than the emptiness she had initially. Her foxlike face looks even more foxlike as Cindi thinks for a moment, curious about this particular apparition. Would I see myself? She wonders, and so she looks among the crowd of ghost-like images, looking for her own image, which her memory suggests would be there.
Regardless if Cindi sees herself or not, afterwards she turns back to the others. "Are either of you injured? I found a first-aid kit earlier, if you think it could help."
Posted on 2008-06-12 at 04:06:09.
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Topic: Auguries of Destruction - The Linsemptus
Subject: Truth
Fonhinqann
Gladiator Arena Main Office
Five Hours before Twilight
As soon as Manalagna enters the office, Fahinn looks up with a smile and says, "Perfect, just the person I wanted to see."
Looking directly into Manalagna's eyes, Fahinn says, "Well, now you've seen exactly what that Death Scythe Xira has is capable of, not only against the one it is wielded against, but also against the wielder."
Fahinn sighs, "That scythe gives a lot of pain, a large cost, but for what benefit? My old eyes have seen none. That weapon... should really be destroyed."
"Oh, I am sorry." Fahinn says, "You're probably getting tired of hearing about Xira's scythe by now, and you probably have other questions for me, do you not?"
Posted on 2008-06-12 at 02:55:36.
Edited on 2008-06-12 at 02:55:53 by Reralae
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: The Unsung Heroes
Subject: Hmm...
“Sometimes I think you’re the lucky one,” Aelistae replied thoughtfully, after Linnix had joined her at her table. “We’ve seen so much on this journey that I wish I could drift away into unconsciousness and forget it for a time. V’dri is more like a waking dream, where your mind replays events from your past even if you would avoid them. No, I don’t think you’d want to envy me for that.”
"Oh..." Linnix murmurs in response, "So it'd be kind of like my nightmares sometimes."
Quite soon afterwards, it seems incredibly crowded, with almost everyone there, even a new person! Still, there are two people missing... and then the coin drops.
"Loriel and Kas will not be with us anymore. They died last night."
Linnix has no idea how to take this new development. Loss is sad, but still, deep inside, Linnix couldn't help but feel slightly relieved. In truth, she didn't really see eye to eye with either Loriel or Kas, so, if she is going to be honest with herself, Linnix would have to admit that she doesn't actually feel sad at their loss.
Linnix shrugs, "We all knew we'd face danger on this quest. That's something we all agreed to right? Otherwise we wouldn't have signed up. Loriel knew this, Kas also probably knew. Anyway, we shouldn't feel so disheartened. They died doing what they chose to do, and wouldn't want us to worry about them or the situation in which they died."
Posted on 2008-06-11 at 23:44:48.
Edited on 2008-06-11 at 23:47:08 by Reralae
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Topic: The Web of Worlds
Subject: Hmm...
I'm not exactly sure if I'm going to join or not...
Just as a heads up though, I'll probably revive Errinae if I do join.
Posted on 2008-06-11 at 01:44:04.
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Topic: Auguries of Destruction - The Linsemptus
Subject: Communication is Necessary
Somewhere Between Wanqir and Aqinarr
Plains of Tiancann
Three Hours before Twilight
The man's possessions are nearly non-existant, and are very simple. He doesn't even carry a mat to sleep on or a waterskin or even food for that matter. All that the man has is his quiver of silver arrows, silver sword, his bow, the studded leather armour that he is wearing, a simple ring with a clear, blue gemstone on the ring finger of his left hand, and a pouch on his belt. Within the pouch is a book, likely to be a diary. Within the man's hand, pulled off of his neck in his dying moments, is a silver locket.
"Why?" he said without looking up. "Why did this man wish you dead..."
The young tiger growls softly, to get Dusk's attention. Deliberately, it raises a paw to cover its eyes, then points at Dusk, and waits.
Posted on 2008-06-11 at 00:09:50.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: The Unsung Heroes
Subject: A New Day, a New Person
The sun peeks its face through the window, with a few stray rays stroking Linnix's cheek. Linnix yawns, quietly though, careful not to disturb her still-sleeping companion Sheva. Linnix slowly gets to her feet and looks out the window. Oh, what a beautiful morning! The sun, already high in the sky, enlightens the few, sparse clouds as they trek across the blue expanse. When she was little, Linnix remembers, she would always try to think about what things the clouds made when they formed shapes. There are too few clouds in the sky to form any shapes for her to see, but maybe that was just as well; the sunlight made the city appear so much better than the bleak darkness that had enveloped the night before when they returned to the inn.
Her spirits soaring, Linnix quickly changes and gets ready for the day. Doubtless, they'd be returning to the road soon, so it'd be best to pack up. She could just imagine Caera calling after her to hurry up, since it is already quite late in the day. Tip toeing around the room almost like a toddler trying not to wake their sleeping parents, Linnix gathers her things, setting everything together, albiet in a rather untidy pile. She puts the dress away in its box, making a mental note to get it washed as soon as possible. Now about the armour... Linnix frowns thoughtfully. She had never actually worn armour before, so she wasn't sure how it's supposed to go, whether over or under clothing. Well, this is mithril, and it's light like clothing, so maybe it'd work under clothing...
Linnix looks at the result in the mirror. Well, her clothes are loose enough to hide the armour fairly well; it doesn't really look like she's wearing it at all. The few metallic clinks now and then when she moves though could still be a bit of a giveaway. Oh well, it'll have to do. Linnix doesn't want to fiddle with the armour all day! Stuffing everything else in either her backpack or her belt pouch carefully, Linnix finishes getting ready with a final placement of her scythe on her back.
Still trying not to awaken Sheva, Linnix leaves the room and heads downstairs. Seeing Aelistae already there, Linnix meanders over.
"You're lucky..." Linnix says, speaking her mind, "You don't have to sleep as much as we do, do you? Sometimes I feel like I miss so much because I sleep through it!"
Linnix chuckles, then murmurs pensively, "Hmm, I wonder what'll happen today..."
Posted on 2008-06-10 at 23:35:56.
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Topic: Welcome or Not!
Subject: Hmm, Intuitive Glance at the Invisible
The little girl looks down approvingly as the horse is washed. There, that looks so much better, and I'd bet the horse feels much much better too! She thinks.
Suddenly, the stranger's eyes meet her own, and something seems to alert them. Did she drop her invisibility? No, that wasn't possible; she does so not only out of instinct but out of habit.
The stranger, apparently on some sort of internal schedule, quickly sets back on his path. Perhaps not as unbeknownst as she would have it, the girl continues to follow, curiousity outweighing anything else she could do right now.
Posted on 2008-06-10 at 00:29:25.
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Topic: Auguries of Destruction - The Linsemptus
Subject: The Lost Blade
Fonhinqann
Gladiator Arena
Five Hours before Twilight
"Not too bad for nearly losing my life in the arena! Any chance that Tenarr has the ability to restore my Flaming Scimitar?"
Ken shakes his head, "Unfortunately, no. No one takes the lad seriously enough to provide him enough training in the mending of weapons. Most people aren't even aware of his talent at making weapons, like this sword!" Ken says, holding forth the ornate greatsword.
"But I digress; that would be if the weapon was not magical." Ken adds, "Tenarr hasn't learned how to use magic in the least, and so cannot restore the fiery heart of your blade, even if he restores the material whole."
"So ... My Friend ... What Now?"
Ken takes the offered hand in an overwhelming grip and even embrace, "Ha ha! Well, you should go see Xira, just so she can offer you that Death Scythe. I personally don't recommend taking it; you can see how it can far shorten anyone's life expectancy. Xira is probably not going to be recovered until after an hour or so, but I imagine Fahinn will want to talk to you regarding that scythe. I imagine he's back in his office already, since his healing is only needed to cure the worst of the fallen's wounds; generally the other clerics are more than capable of healing most fallen warriors here."
Posted on 2008-06-09 at 23:52:18.
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Topic: The Would You Rather Game
Subject: That's Simple
Live, because then you can do more than if you're dead (that other people notice at any rate).
Light, Dark or Twilight?
Posted on 2008-06-09 at 23:27:01.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: The Unsung Heroes
Subject: Raised Eyebrows All Around
"Very well, perhaps you were simply fortunate, for the Cardinal’s ways are chaotic at best. Consorting with rogue vigilante’s and those who have known demonic accomplices is a serious offence, should you ever encounter him again, you would be wise to alert the nearest authorities and let them handle it from there."
Linnix too raises an eyebrow. So that was the Cardinal. It didn't make much sense to her, because from what she thought she saw, it seemed that the man preferred vengence by death rather than the torture as was seen earlier with the crucified bandit. But then again, The thought unwittingly comes, Didn't I want to inflict more pain than death? Perhaps that's what he felt too...
Linnix shudders, and once again pushes the thought out of her mind. Quickly, she follows Aelistae and the others as they head back to the inn. Yes, it definitely didn't matter. OK, maybe she needed to learn to control her anger soon, but that doesn't make her any more like... Ugh, I can't stop thinking about it! Linnix irritably thinks. Fortunately, before she can continue her spiraling train of thought, the newcomer speaks again.
"I'm sure the innkeeper isn't at the desk at all hours. Would you have a spare bed in a room already rented? If not, I imagine the innkeeper has a room with quick access to a spare bed I could use until morning. Then the official renting transaction thing can be done. I do hope we'll have time for at least a short chat tomorrow. I have oh, so many questions, but the shock of the past few sudden and frantic minutes is setting in on me. Weary to the bones, I am, as must you all be!"
Linnix looks back towards Sheva, "Well, I can't say for sure, but I think you could probably sleep in our room. I could even sleep on the floor if that helps."
I doubt I'll get much sleep tonight anyway. Linnix adds mentally.
Posted on 2008-06-09 at 23:15:03.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: Sorry I'm late!
Unfortunately, by the time RDI was back up yesterday, it was so late I had to go to bed.
Well, I'm going to post asap (meaning start right now), so hopefully I didn't hold us up too much *sweatdrop*
Posted on 2008-06-09 at 22:42:52.
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Topic: Auguries of Destruction - The Linsemptus
Subject: Fallen Xira
Fonhinqann
Gladiator Arena
Five Hours before Twilight
"Weapon of Darkness ... Be Nullified ... Now!
Xira doesn't react, merely watching carefully, as Manalagna focuses upon disabling the Death Scythe. To his astonishment, a sheer dark force overwhelms his spell, and with a burst of darkness to that effect, the Death Scythe remains as it was.
"Fahinn did that too once," Xira states, "and got the same result; this weapon cannot be quelled so easily."
Xira's armour has turned white hot, but its pain is more of a nuisance compared to the damage being dealt by her own weapon. Xira draws the scythe back, its black aura spreading up her arms and enshrouding her body. With a scream of pain, Xira unleashes a devestating blow. The scythe pierces beyond Manalagna's armour and body, somehow wounding him from within, in his soul. The pain is incredible. Darkness shrouds his vision, but somehow Manalagna finds the strength to hold on. His vision returns just in time to see Xira crumble upon the ground, deathly pale. (-54 hp Manalagna, and you made the Massive Damage save)
Across the entire arena, the ground glows as an intricate pattern and array of white lines, circles and runes cover it from the center out. It feels warm, and Manalagna can tell that it is to prevent death.
The crowd roars with applause, and Ken can be heard shouting "IT'S OVER!"
However, Ken's words are not the most important, as running towards Xira is a medical group, including none other than Fahinn. They quickly douse Xira's armour with a Create Water spell, and take her away in a stretcher, with Fahinn remaining behind for a moment.
"I'm glad you survived." Fahinn murmurs, and bestows a Heal spell upon Manalagna, restoring all his vigor.
Fahinn excuses himself and runs after the others. Ken then appears, having jumped down from his perch.
"Behold the victor!" Ken bellows, and having retrieved his sword, he points it at Manalagna, as if there were any question of who won, "And now, behold the victor's spoils!"
Ken slams the ornate greatsword into the ground, and the ground rumbles slightly, the white array already vanishing with Xira off of the field. A table of sand forms in front of Manalagna, and from within pops out a hefty sack of coins. Even though Manalagna can't count them right away, he can tell all two thousand golden coins are there. The crowd, satisfied with watching, begins to thin. Surprisingly quickly, only Manalagna and Ken are left in the arena grounds.
Posted on 2008-06-08 at 18:30:53.
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Topic: Auguries of Destruction - The Linsemptus
Subject: Death of the Hunter
Somewhere Between Wanqir and Aqinarr
Plains of Tiancann
Three Hours before Twilight
Dusk vanishes into ethereality yet again, and the hunter tenses for the inevitable. The strike is accurate, and pierces the man's abdomen, puncturing the posterior vena cava. The man coughs up more blood, and the bow falls from his hand as he reaches to his neck.
"I... failed."
The hunter slumps forward, the blade sliding out of his truly lifeless form as he falls to the ground. There is a metallic clink at the impact as a locket snaps off its chain around the man's neck, enveloped within his hand.
The young tiger limps back, limping because its front left leg was pierced by an arrow, and two other arrows are in its left side. It stays a slight distance away from Dusk, hesitant to draw near, and sits on the ground.
Posted on 2008-06-08 at 16:52:28.
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Topic: Auguries of Destruction - The Linsemptus
Subject: Shot of the Hunter
Somewhere Between Wanqir and Aqinarr
Plains of Tiancann
Three Hours before Twilight
Dusk brings his blades to bear against the out-of-line hunter. His first hit slashes hard, slitting the man's torso with a deep wound. The second hit, however, slashes into the hunter's chest, causing him to cough up blood.
"No... I will not let this be in vain!" The hunter snarls, stepping back.
He drops his silver sword, and with blinding speed, he draws and nocks his bow. He fires three arrows in quick succession, their course far beyond Dusk, to the tiger.
Being a lycanthrope hunter, it is not surprising that the man's arrows are also silver, and he is incredibly accurate with them. All three hit their mark, and the young tiger nearly collapses under the assault.
Posted on 2008-06-07 at 07:30:05.
Edited on 2008-06-08 at 16:39:16 by Reralae
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Topic: Auguries of Destruction - The Linsemptus
Subject: Xira
Fonhinqann
Gladiator Arena
Five Hours before Twilight
"Moradin Grant Me The Compassion To Impart Life!"
Yet, even as Manalagna draws the power of Water and Light together to heal, Xira has her own plans. As Manalagna reaches out to transfer the healing energy via touch, Xira grabs the offending hand's wrist in a strong vicegrip.
"I can heal myself." Xira says coldly, "Save it for your own wounds."
Concentrating, Xira somehow reverses the process of the spell, so that it was never cast (and so can still be cast). Xira then releases her grip on Manalagna's wrist.
The scythe in her other hand and her armour now glow a far brighter orange, nearing white. The bandages on that hand singe and burn, and, crying out, Xira drops the scythe to smolder upon the ground. Xira reaches over her shoulder, and grasps the bandaged scythe. Instantly, the bandages on the scythe and her hand tear apart with a loud ripping noise and an explosion of blackness. The crowd supporting Xira shout even louder now, and Xira grits her teeth as she brings the scythe in front for all to see, its black aura utterly destroying the bandages on both her hands, revealing them.
The hands are ragged and have cut marks all over them. Some cuts are so pronounced that they even form unnatural rifts in Xira's hands. The reason why is immediately apparent as the scythe in their grasp. The scythe bears a black aura, and its obsidian-like appearance is the only thing that distinguishes the scythe from the aura. The shaft of the scythe is the definition of jagged, with multitudes upon multitudes of razor sharp edges like rough obsidian. Already, blood drips from Xira's hands as she holds the scythe. The scythe's shaft ends in a sharp point on both ends, and from the top extends a cruel blade. The blade itself has an edge in the shape of the bottom of a bat's wing, and just from looking at it, Manalagna can tell that it its serrated edge is perfectly sharp. Carved along the blade itself is an intricate design. In the beginning of the pattern, parallel to the blade's edge is two crescent moon shapes, one curving towards the bottom edge, the other curving towards the top edge. In between the points of the moons, a sideways eye stares blankly ahead, reflecting the gaze of Manalagna's own eyes. This pattern continues three times along the blade, until the two crescent moons converge to a point just before the blade's tip. Under and above each eye is a simple triangle, completing the pattern.
Xira grits her teeth and her face is contorted in pain, but her eyes glare into Manalagna's. However, from what Manalagna can see of Xira's weakening appearance, it is hard to tell who will fall to the scythe first.
Posted on 2008-06-07 at 02:05:07.
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Topic: Welcome or Not!
Subject: Why Do They Fight?
The little girl watches the stranger's plight from above. Personally, she didn't understand why people chose to fight over little things such as gemstones. There are plenty in the ground, all you had to do was find one. Apparently some people didn't much care for the thrill of the search, and just chose to take the shortcut, by taking another's.
The stranger's horse bolted, and the little girl tilts her head. That's a bit silly She thought Now the horse needs a good wash, the poor thing.
Descending and flying rapidly, faster than even the running horse, the little girl flies alongside it, and gently reaches an invisible hand over to stroke it. The horse, confused, slows down, the girl slowing as well all the while murmuring softly to it. The words aren't important, even though they are calming as well, but the girl's tone is gentle and warm, and gradually, the horse relaxes.
"Stay here." The girl murmurs softly to the horse, "but run if you must; I'll come find you."
With that, the girl flies straight up in the air, just in time to see the second or third blows by the stranger and his opponent.
Posted on 2008-06-07 at 01:35:33.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: The Unsung Heroes
Subject: Resolution and- Hi!
Success. Linnix watches the auctioner's life drain away with a cruel, smug smile. For just a thin moment, the blade in her hand feels heavier, and her sense of touch deceives her into feeling a fluted shaft. Linnix looks down in surprise, only to find that it is indeed her dagger in hand.
“But you, you we will keep our eye on, you carry a familiar fire, and it pleases us.”
Linnix looks up sharply with shock at being addressed, but even moreso by the fact that it is by this abyssal entity. What?! She thinks incredulously, You can't be serious, a 'familiar fire'?! We are nothing alike! Yet even as she thinks this, she hesitates. Was she not, just moments before, filled with malice and cruelty? The brief realization she had before returns tenfold, and the dagger falls out of Linnix's hands as the now restored Nash vanishes.
"I am nothing like whatever that was." Linnix says aloud and defiantly, trying to reassure herself.
Her eyes, however, and also her dress in its own way, show her uncertainty. Linnix forces the thought from her mind, a task made easier by the fact that there is another person to tend to.
"I'm Sheva. Arcsheva Redmane."
Linnix smiles warmly, "My name is Linnix. Linnix Wolfette ap Bye. Do you think you can stand? Are you alright?"
Linnix then looks toward Tessa in the corner as Aelistae shouts outside, "How about you, Tessa? How are you faring?"
"I'm sorry, I wasn't watching out for you, but how are you doing Aelistae?" Linnix finally asks, checking on everyone in the current group.
As Linnix talks, she carefully retrieves her dagger, and wiping it on a stray corpse's clothing she locates the sheath for it puts it away.
Posted on 2008-06-07 at 01:10:31.
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Topic: Auguries of Destruction - The Linsemptus
Subject: Krixa's Image
Fonhinqann
Gladiator Arena
Five Hours before Twilight
"Now Look What You Have Gone And Done!"
It is a cry of outrage and indignation, but even this is unheeded by Xira. From the look of her eyes, she doesn't care, nor does she show interest at what was said.
Manalagna, for a split second, thinks about resigning, but the thought is instantly banished from his mind. The crowd wanted to see a fight, and so he would show them one!
Manalagna quickly brings another spell to bear, this time with the intent of disarming Xira. However, as he weaves a pattern through the air, Xira's bandaged hand lashes out and merely touches his arm once and once only. Instantly, Manalagna feels as though he is deathly sick, with his heart beating irregularly, his stomach aching, and his breath now irregular. In spite of this, he manages to keep on casting his spell, but his whisper to fulfill the verbal component is hardly comprehendable by anyone.
Immediately, Xira's scythe in her hands and her armour starts turning red with temperature, however it is not yet hot enough to truly affect her. The bandaged scythe upon her back, however, doesn't begin turning red at all. It remains inert, and unknown; a mysterious force yet to be reckoned with.
Xira raises her scythe, and slashes across horizontally, the blow slicing right through Manalagna's defense with its power. Once again, the blade glows black, making the wound far worse, and some of it backlashing against Xira as well, sparking against her hands, causing her to flinch. (-16hp Manalagna) Not done, Xira brings the scythe expertly back across, this time slashing diagonally, but this time it is met and blocked by Manalagna's raised shield.
The feeling of sickness fades, but it is quite clear that Xira is far more than capable of bringing it back, and the unknown scythe upon her back seems more foreboding as time elapses.
Posted on 2008-06-05 at 03:11:08.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: The Unsung Heroes
Subject: Ticking Death
“There is nothing you can give me that will repay the pain we have suffered. You cannot buy back the time stolen from us with gold or baubles, only by taking your life will we gain back but a portion of all that was robbed of us!”
This exclamation snaps Linnix out of her own vindictive state. To her shock, the orc crumbles before her as her dagger slides out of it, coated with its blood. Her hand trembles. This isn't right. What was she doing?
She glances over, intending to look at Aelistae, but the auctioner is seen first. Moment of realization forgotten, Linnix's eyes go flat. You will die! she silently screams, or was it aloud? Linnix isn't sure, and she doesn't care. That man had wrecked her evening, just as the other man had ruined her night. They both will pay with blood and death! Linnix steps to the side of the man, lashing out with her dagger.
Posted on 2008-06-05 at 02:20:56.
Edited on 2008-06-05 at 02:40:24 by Reralae
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Topic: Star Wars: Patterns of Deception
Subject: Time To Heal
Oh, good, there it is. Ninkanna thinks as she nears the cantina, I was worried I had gotten lost there for a moment.
The other security peoples in the cantina is not a welcome sight to Ninkanna... doubtless, if she went in right now, her headache would only return if they addressed her as well. Wanting some peace and quiet, Ninkanna walks up to her starfighter, and sits in the cockpit, without turning anything on.
Ninkanna finds it a bit comforting with the familiarity of the controls and design of the cockpit. She breathes deeply, wincing slightly at the pain in her side. Well, at least the blast only seemed to be a slight singe to her skin and fur; it could've been far worse. Her fatigued muscles complain, and she can feel herself grow a bit weary. Ninkanna breathes in once more, and closes her eyes.
There they are. The waves of the Force, flowing all through the space that is and isn't there, from and to beyond eternity. Ninkanna pushes into the mist, forming another wave to form, but this one contained within the midst of her body. She concentrates, making it resonate with a frequency that can only be described as an essense of growth and comfort. With the fullness of the standing wave Ninkanna's body responds, fatigue and weariness draining from her body as strength flows from the origin of the wave. Ninkanna opens her eyes, feeling better.
(Heal Self Taking 10: Restoring Vitality Points)
Posted on 2008-06-05 at 01:53:45.
Edited on 2008-06-05 at 01:54:51 by Reralae
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Topic: Auguries of Destruction - The Linsemptus
Subject: Innocence
Aqinarr City
Side Road
Three and Three Quarter Hours before Twilight
"That," Willow said softly as she slid further into the hall, "would be I. Would you give me a moment Yin?" she asked of the man who had nearly been situated to her back as the tall girl found herself in a more advantageous spot against Casia.
Still wincing from the collision, Yin steps away, "No problem. Ouch... you must run very very fast." The last comment is directed towards Casia, who shrugs.
"It's not like I can really afford to lose this job you know, so I can't be late." Casia says, now with an attempted air of professionalism that is obviously fake. "Well... I can't be any later than I am usually, put it that way." She says sullenly.
To Casia she spared little nicety before getting to business. "You should take care where you are running, miss. But that aside, I believe you have some things for me then?"
Casia immediately perks up, then looks around on the floor. After finding the package a bit further along the hallway in the nook of another doorway (if that is any indication of how fast she was running), Casia returns to Willow. "Here you go!" She says smiling.
Then Casia's mind registers the plural in Willow's question. "Oh, 'things'?" She asks, "Oh no... don't tell me I forgot a box!"
Casia looks up and down the hallway again, somewhat frantically, like the bank teller who has misplaced a specific transaction record that was requested. It must be an act; it had to be, yet... maybe she was just a clutz after all.
Casia is actually perspiring, with a few beads of sweat forming on her face from a mixture of embarrassment and stress at her situation.
"Your boss told me earlier that people tend to find their misplaced objects fairly soon after they loose them. I'm merely asking to have mine returned early, so if you have my rings, I would like to have them back."
Casia actually begins to shake at the comment, her hands dropping the offered package onto the floor. She shakes her head, several times, and a few tears form in her eyes. "I didn't do it!" She half yells. It would appear she was more adversely affected by accusations than her manager let on.
Posted on 2008-06-03 at 01:30:02.
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Topic: Auguries of Destruction - The Linsemptus
Subject: Broken Record
Somewhere Between Wanqir and Aqinarr
Plains of Tiancann
Three Hours before Twilight
"Get out of my way!" The hunter futily shouts again, giving Dusk the opportunity to slash him twice across the torso. However, Dusk's third strike glances off of the man's buckler.
"You should back away, child," he said to the cub.
The young tiger nods its understanding.
The man, however, counters with a strong arc angled in such a peculiar way that Dusk cannot manage to evade it in time. It sinks into Dusk's torso, drawing blood. (-10hp Dusk) The man brings his sword through, and then twirls it around expertly to slash across Dusk's arm. (-5 hp Dusk)
The young tiger dashes away through the grass, much to the hunter's dismay. The hunter actually snarls at his seemingly coming failure.
Posted on 2008-06-03 at 00:47:46.
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Topic: Auguries of Destruction - The Linsemptus
Subject: Broken Sword
Fonhinqann
Gladiator Arena
Five Hours before Twilight
Manalagna this time thrusts forward with his flaming scimitar, then twirls it once, twice, then raises it above his head, the fire intensifying along the blade. "This time, face the wrath of Fire and Light!"
The sky turns an eerie red as a column of fire slams into the ground where Xira is. The crowd looks in awe at the spectacle, and Ken can be half-heard yelling something to the crowd in response as well. However, something is wrong, for Xira had also twisted her body around to avoid the core of that spell as well. With a burst of blackness, Xira leaps from the charred area, slightly burnt herself, directly at Hammer!
Seeing Xira's charge, the crowd supporting Xira change their chant. Rather than calling her name, they call for one particular weapon. "Black Scythe! Black Scythe!"
Xira of course, isn't paying attention to them, but rather, to the fiery weapon in Hammer's hands. Without a sound from Xira, her silver scythe slams into the blade raised to defend. Time slows for just a moment, and the blade emits a black aura that intensifies at the point of impact, some of which flies back along the blade and handle into Xira's bandaged hands. She grits her teeth at the pain of the blackness, but nothing more.
CRACK
Spiderweb cracks flow along the flaming red blade. Time returns, and as Xira follows through, she pulls the scythe right through the blade, which shatters.
Xira brings her scythe back across professionally, ending in a good stance to attack again. Xira's dark eyes bore into Manalagna's and, even though she was successful in her sunder, she is not smiling.
Posted on 2008-06-03 at 00:22:48.
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Topic: Silent Hill: Eternal Decay
Subject: What's Next? An Ode to Disaster.
The metallic glint in the first aid kit when she opened it was not a welcome sight to Cindi, even moreso when she realized what it was. Guns, She thought sadly, Unless you're a good shot, you use up ammo far too quickly. Better save it for later. Wordlessly, Cindi put the kit away.
"I'm...I'm Hank," she said quetly, and forced herself to look at her nurse. "Jesus, I hope that thing wasn't rabid. How did we get here? And where is here?"
Cindi looks at Hank helplessly, and shrugs, "I really have no idea, but it doesn't really matter does it? We're here, and that's all there is to it."
"I think I heard screaming. But there was music too, and then everything went black. You know anything about that? Did you hear it too?"
Cindi visibly winces at the second part, "That would be this." She says, pulling the metal flute out of her backpack, "I did not expect it to be out of tune when I played it, and I can't tune it because it's solid." she pouts.
Almost out of habit, Cindi raises the flute and plays. She doesn't remember the fingerings, so she improvises, wincing but continuing when the fingering results in an incredibly odd note. All in all, it didn't seem to be too bad, once you got over the fact that it was all out of tune because of the flute. The melody, if you can call somewhat random notes put together a melody, is slightly solemn, and seems to have a lot more scales in it than anything else, but Cindi still plays it well for not remembering how to play it.
Posted on 2008-06-02 at 23:53:30.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: The Unsung Heroes
Subject: Lost Unforgiving Spiral
More Linnix vaguely thinks as she lashes out with her dagger again and again, malevolence shining through her grin and eyes Bleed more, pay more, and die.
Linnix's dress, despite having been made to show beauty and elegance, had been made too well to do what it was above all meant to: to display its wearer's emotions. At this point in time, it seems to reflect the blood around the room far easier than any other colour, dimming the gown to a dull red. The few cool hues along the skirt seem to vanish, and merely darken the red further, making it appear to actually be blood that has dried upon it. The violet of the bodice too has darkened, and even though the dress is silvery, somehow the combination of the dull violet and shininess forms tones of obsidian. The dress no longer appears beautiful or elegant, but just seems to be an extension of Linnix's malice, giving her the appearance of an angel of death. Linnix's white masked face, almost porcelain in appearance, further aids this appearance, making her appear more like a doll that is permanently malevolent and stained with blood.
Posted on 2008-06-02 at 23:38:25.
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