23rd Mortal-Fiendish Union
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Post by 23rd Mortal-Fiendish Union on Jun 10, 2021 9:18:13 GMT -5
Near the edge of the water, a small bit of red was seeping into the water, the Sandy shore intertwined with red threads and film. Fiendstuff. It seemed harmless enough, but it heralded the edge of the realm of Helsreach, informing visitors of what's to come.
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Post by Nina on Jun 11, 2021 15:08:32 GMT -5
It had first started in the Overgrowth. Nina wasn’t sure whether it was her who named the strange forest of gigantic flowers and tree-sized blades of grass, or Keph, but regardless, it had been a place of wonder, so quiet at times that one’s own thoughts felt deafening. Away from people, away from the Tower, among soft parasols of yarrow and tangles of clover, Nina’s soul had reached out to the land. Something reached back. It felt like a patch of sunlight brushing over the nape of her neck, or a forgotten memory tethering on the tip of her tongue. So light, it had taken her days to notice it was even there. Unremarkable, except it was always coming from the same direction.
‘Magic.’ A sliver of worry went down her spine. The way the girl’s magic sense worked, it was easier to feel magic that was close, powerful or attuned to her own. She went exploring, but the sensation was always out of reach, always beyond the tips of her fingers, suggesting something too far for even the most powerful magic beyond a cataclysm. No, it had to be something twinned with the metal thread inside her. It had to be the Clocktower. She’d hurried, then, thinking that her mentor might’ve woken up, and that’s why she was suddenly aware again of the Tower’s arcane machinery. That perhaps her senses, dulled by the Mist, were returning. She’d thought that, at the very least, she could use that beacon to travel back to the settlement by sea, rather than take the long harsh way on land.
Looking onto these poisoned, foreign shores, Nina was struck about how wrong she’d been.
She clenched her fists on her oars, a single, unwieldy object made of the enlarged winged seeds of a maple, and forced herself to paddle forward. Her raft was a leaf, heart-shaped and purple, barely large enough for her. Gigantic dragonfly wings, a clump of soft amber-like material and other similar curios surrounded the woman. She herself wore blue, in loose robe-like garments that fluttered in the salty breeze. Her hair and eyes were an unremarkable brown. She gazed upon the shores crisscrossed by spidery cobwebs of sickly red light. She winced as she felt the strings inside her twang. The magic was close. So close, that it now felt more like the flame of a candle licking her face, rather than a patch of sun. Nina pressed her forehead to her knees. It was part of the Clocktower, but it wasn’t part of the machines physically present in its remains.
This was bad. It was very bad. Nina swallowed. She may not have been the Master of the Clocktower, but her reclusive mentor, along with her own snooping, had revealed just enough. The strings that kept her alive were magically linked with artifacts of unimaginable cruelty. Some went beyond simple tools, but rather, whether by intent or by the damage wrought by time, they twisted the land and people around them. She suspected she might have stumbled across one of those. The very sort of danger that she’d thought she’d left behind by being ripped from her world.
She felt her mouth run dry. There was nothing more than the girl would have wanted than to navigate away from the corrupted shore. To not have to consider whether facing this, whatever this was, would leave her strings with too little energy to keep her alive. Or what it would do to her directly. Yet she approached. She lay low as she paddled closer to the shore, and dragged her leaf-boat onto the sand, behind a rock, mostly sheltered from the half-congealed red liquid. Every step felt like falling deeper into a chasm. In the distance, she saw the dark shadow of a tower. Falling, falling ever faster. There was no movement she could spot on her stretch of shore, but her danger sense was shouting. She glared at a dead, gnarly tree with such force that it was a wonder it didn’t leap out of the ground. She remembered the deadly trees of the Black Forest, in which other pieces of the Clock had been hidden.
At first she tried hopping between patches of safe ground, hoping to cross the open sandy area before she could be seen, but soon that grew quite difficult. The red rivulets were everywhere. Her breathing grew tense.
She crouched. Her mind reached out, trying to understand just what was it that made up this corruption.
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23rd Mortal-Fiendish Union
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Roleplay posts: 40
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Allegiances: The Fiendish State
Registered: Apr 18, 2021 13:38:00 GMT -5
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Post by 23rd Mortal-Fiendish Union on Jun 11, 2021 20:47:26 GMT -5
It had first started in the Overgrowth. Nina wasn’t sure whether it was her who named the strange forest of gigantic flowers and tree-sized blades of grass, or Keph, but regardless, it had been a place of wonder, so quiet at times that one’s own thoughts felt deafening. Away from people, away from the Tower, among soft parasols of yarrow and tangles of clover, Nina’s soul had reached out to the land. Something reached back. It felt like a patch of sunlight brushing over the nape of her neck, or a forgotten memory tethering on the tip of her tongue. So light, it had taken her days to notice it was even there. Unremarkable, except it was always coming from the same direction. ‘Magic.’ A sliver of worry went down her spine. The way the girl’s magic sense worked, it was easier to feel magic that was close, powerful or attuned to her own. She went exploring, but the sensation was always out of reach, always beyond the tips of her fingers, suggesting something too far for even the most powerful magic beyond a cataclysm. No, it had to be something twinned with the metal thread inside her. It had to be the Clocktower. She’d hurried, then, thinking that her mentor might’ve woken up, and that’s why she was suddenly aware again of the Tower’s arcane machinery. That perhaps her senses, dulled by the Mist, were returning. She’d thought that, at the very least, she could use that beacon to travel back to the settlement by sea, rather than take the long harsh way on land. Looking onto these poisoned, foreign shores, Nina was struck about how wrong she’d been. She clenched her fists on her oars, a single, unwieldy object made of the enlarged winged seeds of a maple, and forced herself to paddle forward. Her raft was a leaf, heart-shaped and purple, barely large enough for her. Gigantic dragonfly wings, a clump of soft amber-like material and other similar curios surrounded the woman. She herself wore blue, in loose robe-like garments that fluttered in the salty breeze. Her hair and eyes were an unremarkable brown. She gazed upon the shores crisscrossed by spidery cobwebs of sickly red light. She winced as she felt the strings inside her twang. The magic was close. So close, that it now felt more like the flame of a candle licking her face, rather than a patch of sun. Nina pressed her forehead to her knees. It was part of the Clocktower, but it wasn’t part of the machines physically present in its remains. This was bad. It was very bad. Nina swallowed. She may not have been the Master of the Clocktower, but her reclusive mentor, along with her own snooping, had revealed just enough. The strings that kept her alive were magically linked with artifacts of unimaginable cruelty. Some went beyond simple tools, but rather, whether by intent or by the damage wrought by time, they twisted the land and people around them. She suspected she might have stumbled across one of those. The very sort of danger that she’d thought she’d left behind by being ripped from her world. She felt her mouth run dry. There was nothing more than the girl would have wanted than to navigate away from the corrupted shore. To not have to consider whether facing this, whatever this was, would leave her strings with too little energy to keep her alive. Or what it would do to her directly. Yet she approached. She lay low as she paddled closer to the shore, and dragged her leaf-boat onto the sand, behind a rock, mostly sheltered from the half-congealed red liquid. Every step felt like falling deeper into a chasm. In the distance, she saw the dark shadow of a tower. Falling, falling ever faster. There was no movement she could spot on her stretch of shore, but her danger sense was shouting. She glared at a dead, gnarly tree with such force that it was a wonder it didn’t leap out of the ground. She remembered the deadly trees of the Black Forest, in which other pieces of the Clock had been hidden. At first she tried hopping between patches of safe ground, hoping to cross the open sandy area before she could be seen, but soon that grew quite difficult. The red rivulets were everywhere. Her breathing grew tense. She crouched. Her mind reached out, trying to understand just what was it that made up this corruption. It was fiendstuff, that which the depths of hell were made of. Bizarrely though, it seemed that it had been ordered by.... someone, to not harm mortals of any sort. The Fiendstuff didn't seem happy about it, but it didn't care. It had room to Spread and no bothersome celestials or other such beings to stop it. If only it knew how to traverse the water....
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Post by Nina on Jun 14, 2021 7:09:22 GMT -5
Pain. Blood. Power. Nina doubled over under the weight of the sensations she was picking up. Ashes drifting from the halls of endless flames, bone fragments rattling away from plains of howling frost, tears, cries, dust carelessly brushed out of torture rooms, charcoal wiped from magic circles, scabs broken by whip strikes, all refining for eons in the darkness as they fell, deeper, ever deeper, weaving with errant bits of magic and fragments of souls. Mote after mote, falling for an incomprehensible amount of time until, gathering under its own weight it became something greater than itself. Something…
Alive.
She could almost feel it looking back at her.
If there was such thing as hell, then this would be the dregs scraped from its bottom.
Nina stood, deathly still. This was too much for her. She had only felt such darkness once before, in the Tower, but then it had been contained in the moving gears, not drenching the landscape. She questioned whether it might be better to go back, ask for help from the mages of Port Argentium. But the only one she’d spoken to directly was the ruler Naoki, and all that she knew about that woman is that she liked power. Nina swallowed. Moreover, if this was caused by an errant Clocktower piece, Nina would be the second best person to fix it (and the first person was unwell). Besides, if she were to ask for help against a potential danger, people might want more info than half-coherent rambles about a freaky-looking beach.
Mechanically, Nina reached around her. She poked the red stuff with a bone-white driftwood twig, and watched the response. Tiny gelatinous tendrils rose to investigate it, so slowly that Nina’s wrist almost got tired from the wait. If she pulled up the stick immediately, the tendrils disengaged with a silent ‘plop’. But if she waited until at least an inch had been covered, some of the mass got stuck on the end. It would survive if placed in a non-glowing environment, though Nina got the feeling it didn’t feel particularly happy about it.
She counted on her fingers what she knew about the thing. First, moving quickly might be a way to avoid its attention. Secondly, it didn’t like water. Thirdly, its interconnectedness was probably responsible for much of its strength, and it might get more powerful inland. Fourthly and most important, it appeared to be bound by a Law. It should not harm her, which she tested by prodding it with the tip of her boot.
Before she could change her mind, Nina stood up and started walking forward. The red surface felt firm yet elastic under her feet, almost like a mattress in places. She observed how it was already affecting the landscape, with the way ripples of sand in unaffected areas were disconnected from those stabilized, or occasionally becoming ditches. She still preferred, where possible, to cross clear ground, and that’s how she made her way to the edge of the beach. There, silvery-leaved wild olives and ground-hugging willows formed a small, rough patch of forest. Nina sneaked through. The shadows felt almost wrong. It was late afternoon, with the copper sun slipping towards the mountains in the distance, but the red-flecked ground (which, strangely, didn't include the roots) made it feel like much later.
Her pace was quick, but not a run. Instead, Nina took in as much of the hellish landscape as she could. She kept an eye out for movement as she made her way in the direction of the mysterious tower she’d seen. Not exactly skulking through the shadows, she instead walked as if she was supposed to be there. Hiding in plain sight, if you will. Still, she was ready to dart behind a trunk the moment anything – or anyone – appeared.
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23rd Mortal-Fiendish Union
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Post by 23rd Mortal-Fiendish Union on Jun 14, 2021 7:28:54 GMT -5
Pain. Blood. Power. Nina doubled over under the weight of the sensations she was picking up. Ashes drifting from the halls of endless flames, bone fragments rattling away from plains of howling frost, tears, cries, dust carelessly brushed out of torture rooms, charcoal wiped from magic circles, scabs broken by whip strikes, all refining for aeons in the darkness as they fell, deeper, ever deeper, weaving with errant bits of magic and fragments of souls. Mote after mote, falling for an incomprehensible amount of time until, gathering under its own weight it became something greater than itself. Something… Alive. She could almost feel it looking back at her. If there was such thing as hell, then this would be the dregs scraped from its bottom. Nina stood, deathly still. This was too much for her. She had only felt such darkness once before, in the Tower, but then it had been contained in the moving gears, not drenching the landscape. She questioned whether it might be better to go back, ask for help from the mages of Port Argentium. But the only one she’d spoken to directly was the ruler Naoki, and all that she knew about that woman is that she liked power. Nina swallowed. Moreover, if this was caused by an errant Clocktower piece, Nina would be the second best person to fix it (and the first person was unwell). Besides, if she were to ask for help against a potential danger, people might want more info than half-coherent rambles about a freaky-looking beach. Mechanically, Nina reached around her. She poked the red stuff with a bone-white driftwood twig, and watched the response. Tiny gelatinous tendrils rose to investigate it, so slowly that Nina’s wrist almost got tired from the wait. If she pulled up the stick immediately, the tendrils disengaged with a silent ‘plop’. But if she waited until at least an inch had been covered, some of the mass got stuck on the end. It would survive if placed in a non-glowing environment, though Nina got the feeling it didn’t feel particularly happy about it. She counted on her fingers what she knew about the thing. First, moving quickly might be a way to avoid its attention. Secondly, it didn’t like water. Thirdly, its interconnectedness was probably responsible for much of its strength, and it might get more powerful inland. Fourthly and most important, it appeared to be bound by a Law. It should not harm her, which she tested by prodding it with the tip of her boot. Before she could change her mind, Nina stood up and started walking forward. The red surface felt firm yet elastic under her feet, almost like a mattress in places. She observed how it was already affecting the landscape, with the way ripples of sand in unaffected areas were disconnected from those stabilized, or occasionally becoming ditches. She still preferred, where possible, to cross clear ground, and that’s how she made her way to the edge of the beach. There, silvery-leaved wild olives and ground-hugging willows formed a small, rough patch of forest. Veins of red went up their bark. Nina sneaked through. The shadows were all wrong. Even though it was late afternoon, with the copper sun slipping towards the mountains in the distance, the light coming from below made objects look flat and unnatural. Her pace was quick, but not a run. Instead, Nina took in as much of the hellish landscape as she could. She kept an eye out for movement as she made her way in the direction of the mysterious tower she’d seen. Not exactly skulking through the shadows, she instead walked as if she was supposed to be there. Hiding in plain sight, if you will. Still, she was ready to dart behind a trunk the moment anything – or anyone – appeared. Oddly enough, the fiendstuff made no move to even attempt to slow her down, either because of it's orders or her movement. The plants upon closer inspection seemed more or less untouched, the tree's full and green, though spires of Fiendstuff jutted up from between the trees. Occasionally a growl would echo from the tees around her but otherwise the forest seemed normal, excluding the carpet of red covering the ground.
As she made it to the other side she would see what seemed almost like a hunting camp of some sort, tents put up, wooden racks with slaughtered and butchered animals ready to put into containers for storage. A few Elves bustled about the camp.
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Post by Nina on Jun 14, 2021 14:25:56 GMT -5
It was the first time that Nina had seen elves. She stared, barely remembering to hide. Her fingers dug into the deep grooves in the bark. The girl’d heard rumors of the Beautiful Kind back in her world, but their peoples had always been reclusive. To see them here was like entering a fairytale.
What struck her first about them was indeed their appearance. Nina had never been one to fall over heels for a pretty face, but suddenly she felt awkward and bumbling and too aware of her heartbeat. Most elves had long, straight hair, both the men and the women, and skin that appeared flawless at least from a distance. They looked healthy, or at least not malnourished, like herself and many citizens of Port Argentium were, and their clothes, though worn or dusty, nevertheless fit well. They were dressed mainly in earthly tones, greens and browns, with one of them bearing armor made of many intricately interconnected pieces of dark wood. But the most striking thing about them was the way they moved. Even when doing basic chores like cutting the meat into chunks for transport, somehow they managed to look more elegant than many humans would do when dancing, or conducting ritual. She could watch them for hours.
Nina shook her head, and focused on the camp. The elves didn’t seem to mind the corruption. Rather…they were working alongside it. The tents were placed on patches of grass to protect them. The meat racks, some of them, had their legs resting onto or wrapped with large leaves, presumably to stop to red tendrils from creeping up. When one of the elves noticed a red thread going up the side of a tent, it peeled it back with a finger and a whisper. (It could have been an insult to the tendril’s mother, but it looked very gentle). Another, a younger-looking person of indeterminate gender, took off their shoes and did cartwheels, to indulgent glances from the rest, in order to uncover a patch of land. It looked like applying a bit of pressure with one’s bare skin would make the corruption retreat temporarily. It was likely a consequence of the Law.
This whimsical gesture struck Nina, even more than the normalcy. Voices, ringing with amusement like silver bells, reached her, though she was too far to catch words. All that she’d ever known of elves stated that they abhorred evil, yet here they were, living alongside evil’s very essence. Were they simply fellow refugees, trying to make the best they could in a dark land? Was their hubris, their curse stated in some legends, to blame for the spreading corruption? Nina carefully noted that they had more food than they needed. A larger settlement, nearby?
The traveler carefully weighed the risks of approaching the elves versus continuing on through the forest. She pressed her forehead against the tree, and reached out. Surrounded by the corruption, looking for what had brought her here was like diving for treasure, naked, in a lake of poison. A treasure that was poison itself. By the end of it, she was shaking. It may have been due to the distrust sown by all that residual suffering, but Nina decided to chance the forest and the deadly beasts that undoubtedly lived there. She gave the camp a wider berth than she normally would a human one, remembering the stories about elves’ sharp senses, and walked on.
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23rd Mortal-Fiendish Union
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Post by 23rd Mortal-Fiendish Union on Jun 14, 2021 19:28:26 GMT -5
It was the first time that Nina had seen elves. She stared, barely remembering to hide. Her fingers dug into the deep grooves in the bark. The girl’d heard rumors of the Beautiful Kind back in her world, but their peoples had always been reclusive. To see them here was like entering a fairytale. What struck her first about them was indeed their appearance. Nina had never been one to fall over heels for a pretty face, but suddenly she felt awkward and bumbling and too aware of her heartbeat. Most elves had long, straight hair, both the men and the women, and skin that appeared flawless at least from a distance. They looked healthy, or at least not malnourished, like herself and many citizens of Port Argentium were, and their clothes, though worn or dusty, nevertheless fit well. They were dressed mainly in earthly tones, greens and browns, with one of them bearing armor made of many intricately interconnected pieces of dark wood. But the most striking thing about them was the way they moved. Even when doing basic chores like cutting the meat into chunks for transport, somehow they managed to look more elegant than many humans would do when dancing, or conducting ritual. She could watch them for hours. Nina shook her head, and focused on the camp. The elves didn’t seem to mind the corruption. Rather…they were working alongside it. The tents were placed on patches of grass to protect them. The meat racks, some of them, had their legs resting onto or wrapped with large leaves, presumably to stop to red tendrils from creeping up. When one of the elves noticed a red thread going up the side of a tent, it peeled it back with a finger and a whisper. (It could have been an insult to the tendril’s mother, but it looked very gentle). Another, a younger-looking person of indeterminate gender, took off their shoes and did cartwheels, to indulgent glances from the rest, in order to uncover a patch of land. It looked like applying a bit of pressure with one’s bare skin would make the corruption retreat temporarily. It was likely a consequence of the Law. This whimsical gesture struck Nina, even more than the normalcy. Voices, ringing with amusement like silver bells, reached her, though she was too far to catch words. All that she’d ever known of elves stated that they abhorred evil, yet here they were, living alongside evil’s very essence. Were they simply fellow refugees, trying to make the best they could in a dark land? Was their hubris, their curse stated in some legends, to blame for the spreading corruption? Nina carefully noted that they had more food than they needed. A larger settlement, nearby? The traveler carefully weighed the risks of approaching the elves versus continuing on through the forest. She pressed her forehead against the tree, and reached out. Surrounded by the corruption, looking for what had brought her here was like diving for treasure, naked, in a lake of poison. A treasure that was poison itself. By the end of it, she was shaking. It may have been due to the distrust sown by all that residual suffering, but Nina decided to chance the forest and the deadly beasts that undoubtedly lived there. She gave the camp a wider berth than she normally would a human one, remembering the stories about elves’ sharp senses, and walked on. However, this would be for naught, as a fiend emerged from the darkness right where she had intended to pass. "Oh!" He exclaimed, as he brought his bow down, "Hullo! Didn't expect to see any mortals out here!"
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Post by Nina on Jun 16, 2021 2:30:45 GMT -5
The fiend loomed one head above her, bearing sharp, faintly spiraled horns. His face seemed too, oddly sharp. His skin was a deep purple, and his frame tethering between 'stout' and 'rotund'. Around a loose pair of black trousers, he wore a tool-belt with a quiver. But what stood out was a nasty gash went across his chest, visible even through his thin linen shirt, and one of his horns which bore the imprints of a hand. A silver bauble hung from it, spinning as she looked. How had the man even gotten there? Nina's eyes darted around. His fingers, the ones that held the bow, had curved claws like those of a bird of prey, painted bright pink (or naturally so?) with flecks of silver. The claws on the thumb, index and middle finger holding the string had been visibly filed. His toes were also clawed, and left tiny pinpricks on his sandals. His voice was an oddly smooth and musical bass rumble that made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up.
“I tend to surprise people. Nina,” she presented herself, under the assumption that if you exchanged pleasantries with someone then they were less likely to kill you.
All the while, her mind was shouting ‘it’s a human with horns!’. Her gaze kept drifting towards the hanging jewelry.
“What’s so unexpected about me here, though?” She smirked and gestured. “I was just going” –point – “that way."
Her eyes flickered towards the forest as she considered potential escape routes.
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Post by 23rd Mortal-Fiendish Union on Jun 18, 2021 15:04:46 GMT -5
The fiend loomed one head above her, bearing sharp, faintly spiraled horns. His face seemed too, oddly sharp. His skin was a deep purple, and his frame tethering between 'stout' and 'rotund'. Around a loose pair of black trousers, he wore a tool-belt with a quiver. But what stood out was a nasty gash went across his chest, visible even through his thin linen shirt, and one of his horns which bore the imprints of a hand. A silver bauble hung from it, spinning as she looked. How had the man even gotten there? Nina's eyes darted around. His fingers, the ones that held the bow, had curved claws like those of a bird of prey, painted bright pink (or naturally so?) with flecks of silver. The claws on the thumb, index and middle finger holding the string had been visibly filed. His toes were also clawed, and left tiny pinpricks on his sandals. His voice was an oddly smooth and musical bass rumble that made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. “I tend to surprise people. Nina,” she presented herself, under the assumption that if you exchanged pleasantries with someone then they were less likely to kill you. All the while, her mind was shouting ‘it’s a human with horns!’. Her gaze kept drifting towards the hanging jewelry. “What’s so unexpected about me here, though?” She smirked and gestured. “I was just going” –point – “that way." Her eyes flickered towards the forest as she considered potential escape routes. "Well, for one mortals tend not to travel out here, and most from helsreach avoid this part of the forest." When she pointed out where she was going, his unnaturally blue eyes brightened with realization. "Ah, were you headed for Helsreach?" He asked, clearly not realizing how uncomfortable she was in the situation.
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Post by Nina on Jun 20, 2021 4:39:01 GMT -5
“I guess I am,” Nina replied. “Although I could have sworn that hell reached a bit that way, too,” She said, pointing back over her shoulder with a wink.
Great. Hell’s reach. Had she been heading towards a rift in space, where the invading armies of hell were marching out? Certainly something that she’d need to warn New Isra about, if true. She imagined legions of horns, and endless clanking of armor. War chariots drawn by tentacle beasts (wait, that one sounded terribly impractical). Forests of pitchforks. Nina eyed the hunter. He didn’t look like a soldier.
“Anything dangerous around here?” She asked. “Apart from, you know,…me.” She smirked. Was she half-joking, half-bluffing her way through a potential hellish invasion? Yes, yes she was.
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Post by 23rd Mortal-Fiendish Union on Jun 21, 2021 14:34:10 GMT -5
“I guess I am,” Nina replied. “Although I could have sworn that hell reached a bit that way, too,” She said, pointing back over her shoulder with a wink. Great. Hell’s reach. Had she been heading towards a rift in space, where the invading armies of hell were marching out? Certainly something that she’d need to warn New Isra about, if true. She imagined legions of horns, and endless clanking of armor. War chariots drawn by tentacle beasts (wait, that one sounded terribly impractical). Forests of pitchforks. Nina eyed the hunter. He didn’t look like a soldier. “Anything dangerous around here?” She asked. “Apart from, you know,…me.” She smirked. Was she half-joking, half-bluffing her way through a potential hellish invasion? Yes, yes she was. "Other than the occasional bear or mountain lion, I don't imagine so. Well, I suppose my hunting party, but we're mainly interested in animals. If you like, you can join us. We were packing up now, and I'm sure the Arch-huntress would be happy to let you join us!" He suggested. A happy look in his eyes.
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Post by Nina on Jun 23, 2021 23:10:43 GMT -5
“Very kind of you.” Nina sussured. “I shall accept.”
Her eyes flicked towards the source of the magic. The girl bowed lightly, with an artistic twirl of the hand. She could get to the magic on her own, but if the evening-skinned man was truly the scout of an invading army, then she wouldn’t have an easy way in. Not because she looked dangerous, but because she expected the army might want information about nearby settlements. She anxiously scraped her boots on a root. And even if he wasn’t, then the information she gathered from him could be valuable.
“I don’t think I ever got your name.” Nina hurried alongside her new acquaintance. His stride was long and relaxed. Occasionally he bowed to avoid branches getting tangled in his horns.
“I have so many questions. Is the arch-huntress a demon, too? If you are a demon.” Nina rubbed the nape of her neck. “Sorry, I realize I don’t actually know what you name your kind. It’s just the whole…” She fluttered her hand. “Corruption. Just brings one in a weird frame of mind.” Then: “Are you immortal? Since you called me mortal.” The red stuff wasn’t hurting him, she noticed. If anything…it seemed to react with a certain kinship. Nina remembered Gray saying that plants could technically be immortal, but decided to stay quiet on it just in case this piece of missing knowledge was the only thing shielding them from Armageddon. “So, is there an invading army just behind the corner aiming to conquer the known world?” She let out breathlessly.
Might as well get that out of the way early.
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Post by 23rd Mortal-Fiendish Union on Jun 28, 2021 14:44:52 GMT -5
“Very kind of you.” Nina sussured. “I shall accept.” Her eyes flicked towards the source of the magic. The girl bowed lightly, with an artistic twirl of the hand. She could get to the magic on her own, but if the evening-skinned man was truly the scout of an invading army, then she wouldn’t have an easy way in. Not because she looked dangerous, but because she expected the army might want information about nearby settlements. She anxiously scraped her boots on a root. And even if he wasn’t, then the information she gathered from him could be valuable. “I don’t think I ever got your name.” Nina hurried alongside her new acquaintance. His stride was long and relaxed. Occasionally he bowed to avoid branches getting tangled in his horns. “I have so many questions. Is the arch-huntress a demon, too? If you are a demon.” Nina rubbed the nape of her neck. “Sorry, I realize I don’t actually know what you name your kind. It’s just the whole…” She fluttered her hand. “Corruption. Just brings one in a weird frame of mind.” Then: “Are you immortal? Since you called me mortal.” The red stuff wasn’t hurting him, she noticed. If anything…it seemed to react with a certain kinship. Nina remembered Gray saying that plants could technically be immortal, but decided to stay quiet on it just in case this piece of missing knowledge was the only thing shielding them from Armageddon. “So, is there an invading army just behind the corner aiming to conquer the known world?” She let out breathlessly. Might as well get that out of the way early. He nodded at her, and happily lead her through the forest. At her first question, he turned his head and told her, "My name is Elgastus!" with seemingly no hesitation.
As she began her question, he waited for her to finish before answering. "First, the proper term is Fiend, thank you. No, the arch-huntress is not a Fiend, rather a Sea Elf. Yes, I am functionally imortal, however, Fiends such as myself can be killed. This, 'corruption' as you put it, is known as Fiendstuff. While it normally would be harmful to you mortals, it has been explicitly ordered not to harm anything. While I have no idea where you got that idea from, no, i haven't seen any invading armies, however, I assure you, the King would never take such a thing lying down." The camp was now in sight.
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Nina
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 290
Registered: Apr 4, 2021 10:46:08 GMT -5
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Post by Nina on Jun 30, 2021 10:52:06 GMT -5
“Nice to meet you, Elgastus.”
Nina stumbled over the customary greetings, as her mind tried to wrap around talking someone who identified as a literal fiend.
“I see. Well the…Fiendstuff.” She started. “At least. It looks pretty hell-bent on conquering more land.” She attempted. The soft sensation against her soles made her shudder. Could it truly be under control? Was she wrong in trying to judge a civilization by the fact they carpeted their land with sentient, expansionist evil? Her eyes stole furtive glances of her new acquaintance. Fiends were known to be deceiving, but Elgastus had offered her too few quality pigments to suspect he was vying for her soul. She looked back at her feet and the red layer underneath. Then again, humans kept dogs, and if allowed to go wild they could get pretty brutal, too. Except dogs weren’t island-sized gelatinous blobs. Then: “Who orders it around?” Nina asked.
As they entered the camp, the woman unconsciously kept close to the fiend. Elves made her feel awkward.
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23rd Mortal-Fiendish Union
Established
Roleplay posts: 40
Biography: See the faction page for details:
Allegiances: The Fiendish State
Registered: Apr 18, 2021 13:38:00 GMT -5
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Post by 23rd Mortal-Fiendish Union on Jul 6, 2021 14:14:20 GMT -5
“Nice to meet you, Elgastus.” Nina stumbled over the customary greetings, as her mind tried to wrap around talking someone who identified as a literal fiend. “I see. Well the…Fiendstuff.” She started. “At least. It looks pretty hell-bent on conquering more land.” She attempted. The soft sensation against her soles made her shudder. Could it truly be under control? Was she wrong in trying to judge a civilization by the fact they carpeted their land with sentient, expansionist evil? Her eyes stole furtive glances of her new acquaintance. Fiends were known to be deceiving, but Elgastus had offered her too few quality pigments to suspect he was vying for her soul. She looked back at her feet and the red layer underneath. Then again, humans kept dogs, and if allowed to go wild they could get pretty brutal, too. Except dogs weren’t island-sized gelatinous blobs. Then: “Who orders it around?” Nina asked. As they entered the camp, the woman unconsciously kept close to the fiend. Elves made her feel awkward. "yes... it can be like that." Elgastus muttered, clear he didn't care for it either. "Sadly it's a necessary evil. We fiends cannot remain here long without it. Also, the king maintains control. Normally any fiend could, but this blasted mist has minimized our powers. The King was the only one with the raw power to maintain control." As they entered into the camp, they would find a mix of elves, fiends, and the odd human in the group, either packing up, cleaning weapons and kit, or otherwise preoccupied with preparing to move out. In the center was a woman with light blue skin, presumably the sea elf.*
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