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Post by The Winterlight Estate on Nov 2, 2021 2:09:19 GMT -5
The Winterlight Estate's Flagship, The Ebon Dream, is anchored some distance out from the shore to avoid running aground on the shallows beyond. Many of the Estate's resources and possessions remain on the ship, held there until the colony at Godslost Hollow is able to stand on its own. Skiffs ferry supplies to and from the Dream to support the growth of the Colony. Within the ship's hold is a large artifact of dark stone and obsidian that ebbs with magical potential, but was heavily damaged during the flood. |
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Julius Winterlight
Established
Roleplay posts: 40
Age: 38
Appearance: A human of intimidating stature, broad shouldered with a powerful build. Julius dons simple yet sophisticated vestments of leather and cloth, perfectly tailored to his frame, and strapped to his chin is a forged metal guard.
Several visible, blackened veins run along the side of his bald head, which grow more pronounced when he uses magic. His eyes are the the color of a lantern's glow.
Equipment: Julius carries little with him, relying on his magic to solve any and all problems that he may encounter.
Skills and Abilities: Julius is a sorcerer of terrible power, which has been nullified significantly since arriving in the Mists. The range of the magic he wields can vary, but his spellcasting of choice typically takes the form of wilting darkness.
He is learned in many disciplines typical of Komali nobility, and highly intelligent. He also commands the remnant of the Winterlight Estate with his twin sister, Eliza.
Allegiances: The Winterlight Estate
Registered: Oct 17, 2021 20:52:25 GMT -5
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Post by Julius Winterlight on Nov 3, 2021 22:25:26 GMT -5
It wasn't long after the Estate made landfall when Julius first noticed it. He was in the study of the Ebon Dream, detailing his observations of the surrounding area and its magic in a small book by candlelight. There were seemingly natural aspects of this island that would be considered anomalies in Lychcroft, but here the extraordinary seemed almost commonplace. The woods bordering the colony, for instance - Julius was almost certain now that its geography rearranged itself with the passage of time. It made surveying the surrounding area almost impossible - many of the scouts he had sent to explore the weald had emerged bewildered and disoriented, having no clue as to how they had arrived back where they started. Some had never emerged at all.
It seemed that the land had its own set of rules - rules that were inherently resistant to having any sense of order divined from them. That fact wasn't enough to discourage Eliza, of course, who had set off some hours ago to conquer the woodland herself. Knowing his sister, Julius couldn't help but feel pity for the place.
As he reached out to dip his quill into an inkwell, his eyes wandered to a trinket on the table - a small metal device, embedded with a translucent stone of pale gray. At least, it was usually gray - it had been for several months, at least. But sure enough - when Julius's eyes fell upon it in the study, the gem was glowing with a faint red.
Julius paused, puzzled, setting his quill down and placing the disk in the palm of his hand. The gem resonated, its crimson glow pulsing softly as Julius closed his eyes. His senses began to phase and shift, giving way to hers - he heard the sound of people, the heat of a bonfire, and the fleeting, hazy glimpse of a ship's sail adorned with red and gold. The effect was muted, doubtlessly inhibited by the nullifying presence of the mists - but he had seen quite enough. Nine was alive, and against all odds... she was here.
"Well, what do you know..." Julius mused, leaning back in his chair. "It appears things are about to become much more interesting."
Julius emerged from the study, wasting little time in flagging down one of the more competent Magisters of the Estate to attend him.
"Gaius. Prepare my skiff." He looked out across the southern sea, in the general direction the ritual had pulled him toward. "The time has come to bring our family home."
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Nine
Established
Roleplay posts: 11
Age: 18
Appearance: Nine has long straight black hair, and deep blue eyes, framed by a face with angular features. She stands at 5'7" with an overall lithe build.
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Equipment: Nine typically wears muted, unsaturated greys or blacks for clothing, typically consisting of some trousers, tunic, and a warm dark grey fur-lined cloak. She generally dresses for comfort, and the only physical weapon she carries most of the time is a dagger.
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Skills and Abilities: Nine possesses a strong affinity for magic, though she is not yet completely trained in its use. She can use telekinetic and fire magic to a reasonable degree though, enough to defend herself from the typical armed robber at least.
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Biography: Nine's early life was quite a strange one, growing up in what seemed to be some sort of facility that was very magical in nature. The purpose of which to Nine seemed to be to create strong spellcasters, though she does not know for sure. She has since escaped that place, and found herself in Isra.
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However things did not turn out so well, and Nine found herself jumping from the frying pan to the fire, so to say, as her new home in Isra was subsequently destroyed by floods. Now she finds herself here, still as confused as ever, with no idea what path she will take forward next.
Allegiances: Isra, Naoki
Registered: Mar 21, 2021 14:02:12 GMT -5
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Post by Nine on Nov 8, 2021 22:29:49 GMT -5
A cold, creeping wind creeping across her skin jolted Nine awake, a chill running down her spine as she gasped softly, momentarily pulling fur blankets closer to her form before she froze, her tired eyes opening and alighting upon the fluttering slightly ajar entrance to her tent, but it was not those flaps of fabric that caught her eye, no, it was that crimson glow that bathed the dark landscape beyond. With a sinking feeling, Nine rose, blankets falling away, the cold now forgotten as she faced the red glow...
A low rumbling was heard in the distance, far to the north as Nine stepped closer to the tent flaps. She couldn’t help but feel a sense of impending doom as she looked at that ominous luminescence, yet this only served to draw her to it in a way. She felt as though she *must* find the source of this light, even though it might have caused her such dread. If she could only see what was coming she could be more prepared for it, whatever it was, she thought, as she steeled herself and stepped outside.
As Nine’s eyes fell upon the cursed scenery that lay beyond the confines of the tent, she froze, her eyes widening ever more as they rose upwards towards the origin of that bloody light...
Below her lay an angry black sea, churning angrily as it slammed continuously into the jagged rocks that lay below her current footing upon a steep black cliff. The igneous formations stuck up from the mirthy black foam like daggers coated in blood as they glistened in the blood red moonlight that shone from overhead… but was it the moonlight?
As Nine’s eyes rose to the skies above she saw one arm of a massive spiral of dark clouds that engulfed the entire sky covering from horizon to horizon laying above her.
Finally she lay her eyes upon the origin of the red light in the eye of this massive storm to the north - and to Nine’s horrifying realization, the eye stared back. In those moments Nine locked her gaze with it, a dreadful realization seemed to permeate her mind as a vague sense of familiarity creeped in, and this most of all terrified her.
She was immediately awoken then with a jolt, cold sweat coating her limbs as she scrambled out of her tent, knocking over several things in her rush to burst out into the quiet and windless night beyond. There was no sign of the storm, but this did not calm Nine as she sprinted across the sand paths of Port Argentium in the dead of night - she had to leave now. Somehow she knew that dark storm was coming this way, for her. She knew it had to be them, her previous captors. How did they follow her here, though? After that flood they still survived?
-A short time later-
Nine had immediately run to the one person she thought she could trust in Port Argentium on that calm night, Grandma. The old woman had helped Nine in learning some magic and had grown to trust her during her time here and in Isra.
Grandma supplied Nine with provisions, agreeing with Nine’s necessity for leaving and along with that arranged a sort of ‘head-start’ for Nine by pulling various strings on short notice on that night. Grandma seemed to trust Nine as she asked little questions after Nine’s initial panicked, panting explanation of her necessity to leave due to the pursuit of what she thought could only be the Winterlight Estate.
They made good time mostly due to Nine's desperate insistence that she leave as soon as possible, clearly driven by some sort of deeply seated terror implanted in her by that vision of the red eye - and in less than an hour after the dream Nine was taking to the skies, flying under the light of the moon under a clear sky upon a gryphon. Nine simply hung on for dear life, trying not to look down as the creature carried her quite a distance away from Port Argentium and into the wilderness, before eventually dropping her off to fly back to its owner. Once upon the ground she wasted no time in getting moving, her goal simply to be anywhere but Port Argentium.
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