23rd Mortal-Fiendish Union
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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 18, 2021 20:23:03 GMT -5
“I don’t approve.” Nina raised her index finger, and then awkwardly pressed her knuckle against her lips. “Not that my approval matters. Just feels too…morally fraught.” She whispered. Having lived in the torturer’s tower, she’d grown viscerally aware of the pointlessness of it. Art, Gray called it, presumably because he agreed. People who wished eternal torture upon others usually couldn’t grasp the realities of either torture or eternity. Although she supposed Hell’s ministrations served one purpose, by helping create the fiendstuff that people like Elgastus needed to live. Nina’s fingers clenched and unclenched, and she reminded herself to breathe, and that one can’t have theological debates about the existence of a real place. Part of her was angry, she realized. She supposed it was in human nature to hope that if there was anything after death, it would be fair. Fair in a way approved by you, of course. A wry grin curled on her face. She remembered how Israns had come from different timelines, occasionally some that didn’t exist for all of them. Could there be multiple versions of Hell? A chilling thought. She looked around, as the silver-leaved forest grew sparser, leaving behind a smattering of wildflowers. A light breeze spread their dusty scent. Chilling, she repeated. Not in the least because it made the road back all but impossible. It would be all too risky to reach a world that was superficially her own, one identical except for the fact that she’d never been born, or one in which she had been carved into the weapon that Gray originally wanted. A thorn of ice lodged between her shoulder-blades. It would be lonelier than never seeing familiar stars ever again. “But perhaps discussing the ethics of Hell is a bit too heavy for travel-time discussion.” She nervously chuckled. She rubbed the back of her head, all too aware of the thorn. “Instead…I was wondering…What made you first realize that slaves – humans, I assume, elves, maybe – were people?” Among the quiet of her own steps trying to find purchase on rock, there was the sharper silence of Nina mentally kicking herself. Elegastus was silent for a long moment before answering. "I'll level with you." His tone was deadly serious, and somewhat morose. "It was dealing in them. That's correct, I was a slaver. Damn good one too. I got rather rich off of it. I was young, and foolish, I reveled in the pain I caused, the destruction I wreaked. For aeons I was like this, destroying and carousing. However, I began to enjoy it less. To notice the damage more. Eventually, I began to hate it. I remember it clear as the day. She was young. Only 24, with a baby in her arm. Her husband had been killed in the raid. I had my powers ready. Ready to knock her unconcious and take them both." He gave a shuddering breath, his emotions getting to him a little. "but I couldn't do it. That look in her eyes. That look of both pure sorrow and resignation, I couldn't do it. Instead, I took her conciously. Paid my crew her compensation and brough her back to my home. I quite the raiders after that. Took my blood money and used it to buy and care for as many mortals as I could." He stopped again, before finally finishing his story. "That day, that woman, that was when I saw it. And I wish I had seen it sooner."
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Nina
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Roleplay posts: 290
Registered: Apr 4, 2021 10:46:08 GMT -5
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Post by Nina on Jul 19, 2021 9:19:21 GMT -5
For a few moments, Nina’s steps sunk with the weight of words, broken twigs underfoot clinking like coins of silver, and the faint breeze rattled with distant cries.
“I guess I’ve been wondering for a while if people can change.” Nina said.
She felt that tension in her chest again. ‘You can leave,’ the Master of the Clocktower had told the distraught girl, turning the page of his book with unbearable finality. ‘Anytime. And shall my lord order it, I will hunt you down to the ends of the earth.’ His soft, atonal voice held darker shadows. Not a slave, but a pampered pet of sorts. ‘Apprentice’, he called it.
It occurred to Nina that she may get to see if Gray was as good as his word.
“If long-term changes of behavior are mainly driven by emotions, or by reason.” She said.
It seemed like an omen, almost, to encounter this society born from oppression while looking for a piece of the Clocktower. A society born from corruption, if her suspicions about what happened to the sinners from levels 4 to 8 were correct. A society of former enslavers and enslaved persons, of people who had fallen through the cracks. And somehow all these people were trying to make the best of it and make strange things like Equality and Happiness work out.
But Gray didn’t believe in omens, seeing them as either designs of charlatans (which, considering that the first person Nina had met in the new world was Theodosia, might not have been entirely wrong) or tricks of one’s own mind.
He said that the mind tricking itself was a powerful thing, bringing upon fictions like Justice and Truth, so where did that leave her?
“Thank you. For your honesty.” She said.
And like that, the traveler decided. She would wait, and see. Omens might be a coincidence, but she could nevertheless learn from them, walking through life as she had always done.
“I’m actually having to deal with someone whom many have called a devil,” She eventually admitted. Perhaps Elgastus might be able to help her. Her voice grew strangely blank, and her fists clenched. “He’s destroyed people with the detachment of machinery; he’s nearly destroyed himself while rescuing others just the same. How he’d react in this new world, I have no idea.” She shrugged, and for a moment looked unspeakably tired. “Sometimes I wonder whether he sees not only others, but himself as an object, too.” Nina kicked a pebble some way away. She looked around and lowered her voice, not wanting to burden others. “Do I trust him? Do I kill him?” She looked lost. “Do you know?”
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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 19, 2021 9:46:04 GMT -5
For a few moments, Nina’s steps sunk with the weight of words, broken twigs underfoot clinking like coins of silver, and the faint breeze rattled with distant cries. “I guess I’ve been wondering for a while if people can change.” Nina said. She felt that tension in her chest again. ‘You can leave,’ the Master of the Clocktower had told the distraught girl, turning the page of his book with unbearable finality. ‘Anytime. And shall my lord order it, I will hunt you down to the ends of the earth.’ His soft, atonal voice held darker shadows. Not a slave, but a pampered pet of sorts. ‘Apprentice’, he called it. It occurred to Nina that she may get to see if Gray was as good as his word. “If long-term changes of behavior are mainly driven by emotions, or by reason.” She said. It seemed like an omen, almost, to encounter this society born from oppression while looking for a piece of the Clocktower. A society born from corruption, if her suspicions about what happened to the sinners from levels 4 to 8 were correct. A society of former enslavers and enslaved persons, of people who had fallen through the cracks. And somehow all these people were trying to make the best of it and make strange things like Equality and Happiness work out. But Gray didn’t believe in omens, seeing them as either designs of charlatans (which, considering that the first person Nina had met in the new world was Theodosia, might not have been entirely wrong) or tricks of one’s own mind. He said that the mind tricking itself was a powerful thing, bringing upon fictions like Justice and Truth, so where did that leave her? “Thank you. For your honesty.” She said. And like that, the traveler decided. She would wait, and see. Omens might be a coincidence, but she could nevertheless learn from them, walking through life as she had always done. “I’m actually having to deal with someone whom many have called a devil,” She eventually admitted. Perhaps Elgastus might be able to help her. Her voice grew strangely blank, and her fists clenched. “He’s destroyed people with the detachment of machinery; he’s nearly destroyed himself while rescuing others just the same. How he’d react in this new world, I have no idea.” She shrugged, and for a moment looked unspeakably tired. “Sometimes I wonder whether he sees not only others, but himself as an object, too.” Nina kicked a pebble some way away. She looked around and lowered her voice, not wanting to burden others. “Do I trust him? Do I kill him?” She looked lost. “Do you know?” He thought for a moment. He had dealt with few people like that. Sociopaths they called them, unable to see others as anything be just things in the way. "if a man only sees things as objects, including himself, that's a special kind of insane. The kind where they're fully in control of themselves, yet don't care. Not much can be done about that besides put them in a place where they can't put others, or put them in a role where it can be used for something useful. Like an executioner. It's not something that can be fixed, only contained." He said sadly.
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Nina
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Roleplay posts: 290
Registered: Apr 4, 2021 10:46:08 GMT -5
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Post by Nina on Jul 19, 2021 15:58:35 GMT -5
“That’s…!” Nina exclaimed. “That’s exactly what he was. An executioner.” She looked ahead, at the hints of blood in the clouds. “Well, the least controversial part of what he was.” She remembered the Azure Archipelago, and the unyielding strings of tradition and protocol that suffocated every interaction. “I wonder if insanity becomes the sane response in a world that’s flown off the hinges.”
In a world that put so much focus on hierarchy, his manner of treating everyone with the same, of genuinely trying to understand them, even if it meant looking for strings to pull, in vagabond and noble and saint alike, was disturbing and remarkable.
She wondered. About many things.
About whether, if calculated cruelty was just as despicable, was calculated kindness just as praiseworthy?
Was doing something consciously somehow less-than instinct?
Were the soul-wrecking things he did simply a job, out of loyalty for his lord? Or had the Duke’s orders been a tether on a sadistic persona that was now free?
Perhaps she might never know the answers. Perhaps he might kill her before she found out.
Still, the discussion seemed to have brought Nina some peace.
“Half?” She smiled, handing Elgastus the remains of the fiend bar. Her stomach squeaked, but it was common sense to share when food might not be plenty.
She looked ahead, looking forward to the mysterious settlement of Helsreach.
Occasionally she rose on her toes.
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Tyndall of House Lyrr
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Roleplay posts: 38
Appearance: Tyndall is a tanned, weathered sea elf with black hair and green eyes. He stands at 6'1" and 190lbs. He carries himself with the ease of one who has come to master all that he sets himself to, but there is a kindness deep in his eyes that only his closest friends have ever gotten a glimpse of.
Equipment: As befits his stature as a Royal of Lyrralium, Tyndall wears a very exquisite set of armor, studded leather with overlapping metal plates. A hand crossbow adorns one hip, while at the other is sheathed Eidolon, the Skybreaker. A blade whose monster-slaying deeds are second only to those of its owner. His ship is known as the Outcast, renamed by Tyndall when his family set him apart for not having the same sorcerous abilities as they.
Skills and Abilities: Tyndall is an adept bladeself, shooter, and ship captain. But above all else he is a consummate monster hunter. Exiled in all but name from participating in the usual Royal activities, he learned the art of monster and leviathan hunting from his former mentor. Dragons, krakens, vampires and more have all fallen to Tyndall and the ship(s) at his command.
Biography: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1YJxwrOyIaNWCDpXdXVmO5dPpLlgn6cSe9cd3e_msfGs/edit
Registered: Mar 22, 2021 10:29:50 GMT -5
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Post by Tyndall of House Lyrr on Nov 17, 2021 19:41:53 GMT -5
The formerly glorious ship Outcast made its way through the seas. Forlorn, and starting to show some wear and tear, her craftsmanship nonetheless showed through as she cut effortlessly across the waves. In the distant, the red gleam on the water was called for by the lookout as they neared shore.
"Confound it all! What now?" The pointy-eared Captain yelled as he whipped out a spyglass.
"Great..." He muttered, the evil energy pulsating in the water clearly visible.
"Well nothing for it lads but to see what it is. Maybe one of those settlements will barter with us for some magic evil water..."
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23rd Mortal-Fiendish Union
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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 Nov 17, 2021 21:35:46 GMT -5
The formerly glorious ship Outcast made its way through the seas. Forlorn, and starting to show some wear and tear, her craftsmanship nonetheless showed through as she cut effortlessly across the waves. In the distant, the red gleam on the water was called for by the lookout as they neared shore. "Confound it all! What now?" The pointy-eared Captain yelled as he whipped out a spyglass. "Great..." He muttered, the evil energy pulsating in the water clearly visible. "Well nothing for it lads but to see what it is. Maybe one of those settlements will barter with us for some magic evil water..." Unfortunately, there didn't seem to e any immediate settlements, just a treeling a few yards in, that same reddish substance that coated the ground adorned the trees as well, hanging down. It seemed they'd need to send a smaller boat onto the shore.
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Tyndall of House Lyrr
Established
Roleplay posts: 38
Appearance: Tyndall is a tanned, weathered sea elf with black hair and green eyes. He stands at 6'1" and 190lbs. He carries himself with the ease of one who has come to master all that he sets himself to, but there is a kindness deep in his eyes that only his closest friends have ever gotten a glimpse of.
Equipment: As befits his stature as a Royal of Lyrralium, Tyndall wears a very exquisite set of armor, studded leather with overlapping metal plates. A hand crossbow adorns one hip, while at the other is sheathed Eidolon, the Skybreaker. A blade whose monster-slaying deeds are second only to those of its owner. His ship is known as the Outcast, renamed by Tyndall when his family set him apart for not having the same sorcerous abilities as they.
Skills and Abilities: Tyndall is an adept bladeself, shooter, and ship captain. But above all else he is a consummate monster hunter. Exiled in all but name from participating in the usual Royal activities, he learned the art of monster and leviathan hunting from his former mentor. Dragons, krakens, vampires and more have all fallen to Tyndall and the ship(s) at his command.
Biography: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1YJxwrOyIaNWCDpXdXVmO5dPpLlgn6cSe9cd3e_msfGs/edit
Registered: Mar 22, 2021 10:29:50 GMT -5
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Post by Tyndall of House Lyrr on Nov 18, 2021 19:05:10 GMT -5
The ship was left with most of the crew under the First Mate while Tyndall led his hand-picked sailors ashore in a small rowboat.
"Try to avoid stepping in the red stuff if you can, no telling what it would do to you." He ordered as they stepped into the woods.
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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 Nov 18, 2021 21:14:22 GMT -5
The ship was left with most of the crew under the First Mate while Tyndall led his hand-picked sailors ashore in a small rowboat. "Try to avoid stepping in the red stuff if you can, no telling what it would do to you." He ordered as they stepped into the woods. Unfortunately, this was much easier said than done. After a few feet from the shore it would be impossible to not step on the carpet of red on the foredt floor.
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Tyndall of House Lyrr
Established
Roleplay posts: 38
Appearance: Tyndall is a tanned, weathered sea elf with black hair and green eyes. He stands at 6'1" and 190lbs. He carries himself with the ease of one who has come to master all that he sets himself to, but there is a kindness deep in his eyes that only his closest friends have ever gotten a glimpse of.
Equipment: As befits his stature as a Royal of Lyrralium, Tyndall wears a very exquisite set of armor, studded leather with overlapping metal plates. A hand crossbow adorns one hip, while at the other is sheathed Eidolon, the Skybreaker. A blade whose monster-slaying deeds are second only to those of its owner. His ship is known as the Outcast, renamed by Tyndall when his family set him apart for not having the same sorcerous abilities as they.
Skills and Abilities: Tyndall is an adept bladeself, shooter, and ship captain. But above all else he is a consummate monster hunter. Exiled in all but name from participating in the usual Royal activities, he learned the art of monster and leviathan hunting from his former mentor. Dragons, krakens, vampires and more have all fallen to Tyndall and the ship(s) at his command.
Biography: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1YJxwrOyIaNWCDpXdXVmO5dPpLlgn6cSe9cd3e_msfGs/edit
Registered: Mar 22, 2021 10:29:50 GMT -5
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Post by Tyndall of House Lyrr on Nov 21, 2021 17:19:09 GMT -5
"Ugh, this stuff is everywhere." Tyndall drew his blade and poked the red stuff, seeking to see if the carpet of red reacted to the attention.
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Givena of Éledún
Established
Roleplay posts: 48
Age: ~23
Appearance: (note: icon temporary)
5'7" tall with a relatively thin, semi-athletic frame. Her blonde hair is cut to her shoulders and held up in a half-tail, with a pair of goggles resting on top of her head both keeping the hair out of her heterochromatic one-blue-and-one-aqua eyes. Generally she wears simple orange-ish tan breeches and a green sleeved shirt, occasionally with a harness made of wood and metal scraps and often carrying one or more of her creations.
Equipment: She has a small set of tools with which to cut and nail together wood and thinner metals, as well as a buckler-like shield with a blade coming out the front, cobbled together from scrap materials. She also has a pair of broken mechanical wings that are missing their old power source and a half finished forearm-mounted crossbow.
Skills and Abilities: She is highly creative, able to use even discarded and scrap materials to create interesting small tools, weapons, and similar pieces.
She is good with carpentry and basic mechanics, with passable knowledge in working cold metal.
Biography: She was born on the island of Éledún, home to one of the most magically gifted groups of humans in her world. However, from her birth it was known to all that she would lack any of these gifts for her entire life. Her eyes were enough to tell them that. So, to make up for the magical inadequacy she was so self-conscious of, she took up tinkering with wood and metal, creating small inventions to help around the town or to help fight(some...working much better than others). She spent most of her life trying to prove herself to her peers, but was always viewed as some eccentric outcast on the edge of town, until the flood washed everything away.
Registered: Oct 5, 2021 18:14:36 GMT -5
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Post by Givena of Éledún on Dec 23, 2021 22:41:56 GMT -5
Givena paddled towards the shore, hope arriving where before only hopelessness had set in. However, as she approached and the mist parted to let her see more of it, something was...unsettling. Within the water and on the sand, strange veins and pools of red floated, intertwined with the landscape. It didn't quite appear like blood, but Givena would be lying to herself if she said that wasn't what first came to mind.
She didn't have time to reconsider her landing spot before her double-boat scraped onto the sands, coming to a stop. Out of options and without the provisions to last much longer on the waters, she dragged her boat out of the range of high tide, stumbling as she got used to walking again. She sat and started to take count of what she had with her, taking one of her few remaining rations and biting into it. She took her bladed shield and sat it to her side in an easy to grab spot, the strange land she had arrived in making her keep her guard up.
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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 Dec 24, 2021 15:18:48 GMT -5
Givena paddled towards the shore, hope arriving where before only hopelessness had set in. However, as she approached and the mist parted to let her see more of it, something was...unsettling. Within the water and on the sand, strange veins and pools of red floated, intertwined with the landscape. It didn't quite appear like blood, but Givena would be lying to herself if she said that wasn't what first came to mind.
She didn't have time to reconsider her landing spot before her double-boat scraped onto the sands, coming to a stop. Out of options and without the provisions to last much longer on the waters, she dragged her boat out of the range of high tide, stumbling as she got used to walking again. She sat and started to take count of what she had with her, taking one of her few remaining rations and biting into it. She took her bladed shield and sat it to her side in an easy to grab spot, the strange land she had arrived in making her keep her guard up. It seemed the red stuff was closer to a sort of squishy moss, as opposed to liquid such as blood. It did emminate a hostility however, like something was holding it back from spreading and attacking as it would like. Regardless, it seemed safe for now. Surprisingly, it seemed the local plant and wildlife did not mind this creeping red substance, presumably they could draw nutrients from it somehow. However, for now there seemed to be no immediate danger.
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Givena of Éledún
Established
Roleplay posts: 48
Age: ~23
Appearance: (note: icon temporary)
5'7" tall with a relatively thin, semi-athletic frame. Her blonde hair is cut to her shoulders and held up in a half-tail, with a pair of goggles resting on top of her head both keeping the hair out of her heterochromatic one-blue-and-one-aqua eyes. Generally she wears simple orange-ish tan breeches and a green sleeved shirt, occasionally with a harness made of wood and metal scraps and often carrying one or more of her creations.
Equipment: She has a small set of tools with which to cut and nail together wood and thinner metals, as well as a buckler-like shield with a blade coming out the front, cobbled together from scrap materials. She also has a pair of broken mechanical wings that are missing their old power source and a half finished forearm-mounted crossbow.
Skills and Abilities: She is highly creative, able to use even discarded and scrap materials to create interesting small tools, weapons, and similar pieces.
She is good with carpentry and basic mechanics, with passable knowledge in working cold metal.
Biography: She was born on the island of Éledún, home to one of the most magically gifted groups of humans in her world. However, from her birth it was known to all that she would lack any of these gifts for her entire life. Her eyes were enough to tell them that. So, to make up for the magical inadequacy she was so self-conscious of, she took up tinkering with wood and metal, creating small inventions to help around the town or to help fight(some...working much better than others). She spent most of her life trying to prove herself to her peers, but was always viewed as some eccentric outcast on the edge of town, until the flood washed everything away.
Registered: Oct 5, 2021 18:14:36 GMT -5
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Post by Givena of Éledún on Dec 25, 2021 20:38:09 GMT -5
By time she finishes her ration, Givena had taken count of everything she had with her. Most of it was what she had expected, a few small trinkets and some half-finished projects, such as her arm crossbow. However, what drew the most attention had been her wingpack. She frowned as she inspected it, looking over the damage it sustained from being crammed into the small boat and knocked around by the waves. The wings were ripped, the mechanisms fractured, and the powersource: a once glowing blue gemstone, was shattered, rendering it useless. Givena looked over her surroundings as she readjusted the goggles on her head. It didn't look like there'd be anywhere around here she could get another stone like that.
Having finished taking inventory, Givena took her bladed shield and stood up stretching. Her eyes once more drawn to the red substance, she cautiously walked towards it, looking over what it may be. Counter to the image first conjured by its sanguine color, it seemed more like a moss. She poked it lightly with the tip of her blade, trying to see what its reaction may be, if it had one. She had never encountered anything like it in Éledún, in person nor in study, and it intrigued her greatly.
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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 Dec 25, 2021 20:44:02 GMT -5
By time she finishes her ration, Givena had taken count of everything she had with her. Most of it was what she had expected, a few small trinkets and some half-finished projects, such as her arm crossbow. However, what drew the most attention had been her wingpack. She frowned as she inspected it, looking over the damage it sustained from being crammed into the small boat and knocked around by the waves. The wings were ripped, the mechanisms fractured, and the powersource: a once glowing blue gemstone, was shattered, rendering it useless. Givena looked over her surroundings as she readjusted the goggles on her head. It didn't look like there'd be anywhere around here she could get another stone like that.
Having finished taking inventory, Givena took her bladed shield and stood up stretching. Her eyes once more drawn to the red substance, she cautiously walked towards it, looking over what it may be. Counter to the image first conjured by its sanguine color, it seemed more like a moss. She poked it lightly with the tip of her blade, trying to see what its reaction may be, if it had one. She had never encountered anything like it in Éledún, in person nor in study, and it intrigued her greatly. Yet a further curiosity, the substance would cut open not unlike flesh, though no vitae would seep forth from the wound. Behind her however, the sounds of footsteps crunching through underbrush came loud and clear.
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Givena of Éledún
Established
Roleplay posts: 48
Age: ~23
Appearance: (note: icon temporary)
5'7" tall with a relatively thin, semi-athletic frame. Her blonde hair is cut to her shoulders and held up in a half-tail, with a pair of goggles resting on top of her head both keeping the hair out of her heterochromatic one-blue-and-one-aqua eyes. Generally she wears simple orange-ish tan breeches and a green sleeved shirt, occasionally with a harness made of wood and metal scraps and often carrying one or more of her creations.
Equipment: She has a small set of tools with which to cut and nail together wood and thinner metals, as well as a buckler-like shield with a blade coming out the front, cobbled together from scrap materials. She also has a pair of broken mechanical wings that are missing their old power source and a half finished forearm-mounted crossbow.
Skills and Abilities: She is highly creative, able to use even discarded and scrap materials to create interesting small tools, weapons, and similar pieces.
She is good with carpentry and basic mechanics, with passable knowledge in working cold metal.
Biography: She was born on the island of Éledún, home to one of the most magically gifted groups of humans in her world. However, from her birth it was known to all that she would lack any of these gifts for her entire life. Her eyes were enough to tell them that. So, to make up for the magical inadequacy she was so self-conscious of, she took up tinkering with wood and metal, creating small inventions to help around the town or to help fight(some...working much better than others). She spent most of her life trying to prove herself to her peers, but was always viewed as some eccentric outcast on the edge of town, until the flood washed everything away.
Registered: Oct 5, 2021 18:14:36 GMT -5
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Post by Givena of Éledún on Dec 25, 2021 20:53:02 GMT -5
Givena pulled her blade back, put off and minorly disgusted by the substance. However, her musings on it are cut short by the sounds behind her. She quickly shoots up to her feet and whips around, shield held in front of her torso as she hides behind it, looking for what may be approaching her.
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Post by Lady Maira of Helsreach on Dec 25, 2021 21:08:27 GMT -5
Givena pulled her blade back, put off and minorly disgusted by the substance. However, her musings on it are cut short by the sounds behind her. She quickly shoots up to her feet and whips around, shield held in front of her torso as she hides behind it, looking for what may be approaching her. To her surprise however, she'd feel the steel of a thin blade to her neck. "Who are you, and why have you disrupted my bathing?" A feminine voice said, stern and quite ready to kill Givena if she gave an answer she didn't like.
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