Thalia Wornwood
New
Roleplay posts: 7
Age: 20
Appearance: A wisp of a girl clothed in gleaming fabrics that do nothing but hide her form underneath it. Some see beauty, some see their wildest fears in her, the worse the soul the more beautiful she is to them.
Equipment: She has not much but the clothes on her back and a mysterious bag which is as plain as some see her. It never fails to hold food when she needs it, a full waterskin when she wants it, and if she is injured she will find something to take care of her wounds as well.
Skills and Abilities: Thalia's abilities are hindered by her current state. She used to be able to determine lies when they were spoken to her but now she is unable to tell truth from lie and is as lost as the rest of the world.
Registered: Mar 29, 2021 21:31:38 GMT -5
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Post by Thalia Wornwood on Mar 29, 2021 21:51:40 GMT -5
The length of the beach was yet unmeasured. The world yet fully discovered as it had been created and brought about by a vast bit of magic that allowed it to culminate in a melding of many worlds. Those that came here hardly did so of their own accord at first. Others found it because they wished to explore lands yet unknown to them.
What lay upon the beach was a slip of a girl that had been brought from unfortunate circumstances. The tide had simply seen to it that she was allowed to rest upon the shore once it had spat her out in the sea quite a ways from it.
Remembering the sensation of drowning her lungs had almost been full of the salt water. Enough so there was not enough air to barely even squeak out a request from the creatures around her. She'd slipped downward into the depths her feet failing her as she'd squirmed and moved them both as fast as possible to keep her afloat. Her arms had flailed. She knew not how to swim, only to stay afloat once, and there had been such waves that rolled over her she could not keep her head above water simply by relaxing.
Then came the release of realization. She was going to go under, there was no one about, she could not see a shore. So she stopped. The panic let itself turn into surrender and release in her acceptance.
Except the end did not come. Instead the water swirled about her feet and as if it were her personal fairy godmother it decided the creature deserved one last chance at redemption. It yanked her along tossing her so forcefully upon the shore of a world unknown to her.
Coughing, spitting, emptying her lungs she remembered the stars above her. When she'd gone under it had been to sunshine, bright relentless light, but here it was night. Her eyes betrayed her and then they slowly closed her will to fight gone as she shivered against the sand.
What remained in the morning was a heap of brightly colored rags from a distance, the outline of a shoulder and hip from a bit closer, and a mess of a thing that was possibly no longer among the living if it were not for the gentle rise and fall of her chest giving her the slightest movement.
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Cobalt
New
Roleplay posts: 7
Appearance: Cobalt is a decrepit warforged made of iron. Although most of his body is covered in the heavy cloak he wears, what can be seen of his body is uneven and rusted metal, pieces seeming replaced and repaired so many times that it's hard to tell what is original and what is not. In some areas the outer shell is entirely absent, exposing the metallic pipes and woody tendons that power his tendons. His face is perhaps the most striking, two glowing blues eyes piercing the shadow cast by the hood of his cloak, a grate where a mouth would be with the slightest suggestion of a fading smile.
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Equipment: Cobalt does not need much to survive, and such keeps very little on him. At his side rests a sheathed sword, and about his next hangs a chain carrying a badge indicative of some military rank.
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Skills and Abilities: While Cobalt has some skill with the sword, his main strength is his magic, or at least was. While in the past he was able to conjure swarms of otherworldly tentacles and summon great monsters to fight for him, now he can barely manage to muster the basics of the magic he once had mastered.
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Registered: Mar 21, 2021 13:04:54 GMT -5
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Post by Cobalt on Apr 5, 2021 0:30:08 GMT -5
A step. Then another. Followed by another. This had been Cobalt's routine for the past day, week, month, he could not tell. Across the ocean floor he had travelled, surrounded by an empty murky darkness that did not part. His sole companions were the slimy sea creatures which inhabit the depths of the ocean, and what poor companions they were. He found himself utterly alone and aimless, with no choice but to plow forward.
Yet at long last there was a sign of hope. A slight incline, a lightening of the water. An escape from the depths, the sign of sunlight, the shimmering of the ocean waves far above. Brightly colored fish swam by, scattering before his ever constant approach. Before long he had broke the surface and found himself confronted with a mass of land, seemingly barren. Yet it was barren no more, as he stepped out of the ocean onto the undisturbed beach.
But he was still alone, and he sought to find others. Choosing a direction without hesitation, he continued his methodical march across the beach. In his wake remained a line of footprints, evenly spaced with no disturbance in their path. Cobalt noted with little interest the rising and setting of the sun, focused on his march across the shore, searching for a sign of another.
Behind him lay his tracks, but for the first time the pattern deviated. There was a set of two footprints next to each other, a sign of Cobalt stopping as he stopped a brightly colored mound amidst the otherwise barren sand. At long last, another. He was not alone, for there was evidence of others being here. He began again, the foot steps falling further apart as he quickened his pace. The shape of the figure among the rags became clear as he neared, and the rhythmic movement suggests that she had not yet left this world.
As he drew near he slowed, approaching cautiously. He attempted to call out, producing a harsh screech as his vocal chords were stimulated for the first time in a long while. A second try, and he managed to grate out a simple "greetings" to the figure on the beach. His glowing blues eyes fixated themselves on the figure, awaiting a response, if this being was capable of returning one.
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Thalia Wornwood
New
Roleplay posts: 7
Age: 20
Appearance: A wisp of a girl clothed in gleaming fabrics that do nothing but hide her form underneath it. Some see beauty, some see their wildest fears in her, the worse the soul the more beautiful she is to them.
Equipment: She has not much but the clothes on her back and a mysterious bag which is as plain as some see her. It never fails to hold food when she needs it, a full waterskin when she wants it, and if she is injured she will find something to take care of her wounds as well.
Skills and Abilities: Thalia's abilities are hindered by her current state. She used to be able to determine lies when they were spoken to her but now she is unable to tell truth from lie and is as lost as the rest of the world.
Registered: Mar 29, 2021 21:31:38 GMT -5
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Post by Thalia Wornwood on Apr 6, 2021 6:57:33 GMT -5
Metal on metal, the grinding reached her ears serving to bring her to a point of wakefulness where she was lost in her own thoughts. 'The ship,' she would think in regards to it, was it the rigging? Was that was she heard. Memories flashed of the storm, the lightening, the waves crashing over the hull and sweeping her back down the stairs she'd came up from. Struggling to regain her footing she'd remembered the way her legs trembled. She'd not developed sea legs before the incident. She was not about to develop them during it.
There was a half cry that never escaped her lips. It felt trapped behind her teeth that were clenched so tightly together they threatened to crack under the pressure. Diamonds were formed that way but she felt anything but illustrious or beautiful. She was a piece of coal battered and bruised and ready to be thrown into the fire. Or maybe she'd survived the fire.
She really wasn't sure.
Then a voice 'Greetings' it paled in comparison to the warmth of a flesh and bone humanoid. She frankly had to wonder if she'd truly heard it or not as she heaved in a breath passing it through her nostrils, down through her own vocal cords, and into her thin chest making it rise a little harder.
"Is it over?" she whispered finally as if the voice would answer her.
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sheenala
New
Just arived
Roleplay posts: 9
Age: Age: 27 (apparently)
Appearance: Roughly female form, made out of bluish crystal with a blackish inner core. Her face is much more chiseled than the rest of her, providing a much more human look, with typical human features.
Equipment: A Jagged crystal dagger, with a leather sheath hung around her waist.
Skills and Abilities: Extremely hard body: As her body is made of crystal, she is difficult to damage. Something like a hammer or mace could do damage significant damage, a firearm could put small divots in her, and heavy swords and axes could possibly hack a chunk out at a cost of their age.
Harmonic resonance: Her body can amplify and return any sound at C4 in it's own ringing tone.
Biography: Sheenala doesn't remember where she was born, or how she got here. All she remembers is waking up on the bottom of the ocean with a bad headache. She has some snippets, of a massive, crystal city ringing out it's song, as well as that same city burning, but little else.
Sheenala is fairly cheery, considering what's going on. She's ready to explore the islands, find a new life, and hopefully find out a bit more of her past. She enjoys singing, her voice having an odd ringing quality, and her body adding an extra tone to her voice.
Allegiances: None
Registered: Apr 5, 2021 13:16:55 GMT -5
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Post by sheenala on Apr 6, 2021 7:48:38 GMT -5
Sheenala waved a fish away that blocked her view. From just below the surface she watched the two, unsure yet whether to reveal herself. She didn't know yet if they were hostile, or if they would run. She'd never seen a person so.... soft looking? It almost reminded her of some of the creatures she saw in patches in her memories. Small fluffy creatures that made mewling noises. So strange.
The other was much more familiar to her. It wasn't unlike her, though instead of being crystal, it was made some sort of reflective minerals. Quite bizarre, all things told. So familiar, yet so alien. She thought she had heard it speak, but she couldn't be sure, the sounds being muffled by the moving water.
She felt a pressure on her leg and looked down to see a small arthropod at her feet, it's claws squeezing down on her ankle. She idly picked it up, and began stroking it, ignoring it's clawed protests.
For now she would watch, make sure they were not immediately hostile to her or each other before emerging from the waves.
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Cobalt
New
Roleplay posts: 7
Appearance: Cobalt is a decrepit warforged made of iron. Although most of his body is covered in the heavy cloak he wears, what can be seen of his body is uneven and rusted metal, pieces seeming replaced and repaired so many times that it's hard to tell what is original and what is not. In some areas the outer shell is entirely absent, exposing the metallic pipes and woody tendons that power his tendons. His face is perhaps the most striking, two glowing blues eyes piercing the shadow cast by the hood of his cloak, a grate where a mouth would be with the slightest suggestion of a fading smile.
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Equipment: Cobalt does not need much to survive, and such keeps very little on him. At his side rests a sheathed sword, and about his next hangs a chain carrying a badge indicative of some military rank.
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Skills and Abilities: While Cobalt has some skill with the sword, his main strength is his magic, or at least was. While in the past he was able to conjure swarms of otherworldly tentacles and summon great monsters to fight for him, now he can barely manage to muster the basics of the magic he once had mastered.
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Registered: Mar 21, 2021 13:04:54 GMT -5
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Post by Cobalt on Apr 6, 2021 13:07:50 GMT -5
His glowing blues eyes remained fixed upon the figure, noting with slight disappointment the state the figure was in. Unbeknownst to him, a seed of excitement had sprung to life inside him as he had spotted the figure, but he could feel it withering away now. She seemed to be struggling to breath, and he held doubt that she would be able to move anytime soon. An unfortunate set of circumstances, and something Cobalt is tragically ill equipped to remedy.
Yet something drew his eye, giving him pause as he was about resign the girl to her fate. The strained movement of her lips drew his attention, the words they uttered just barely heard over the rolling of the waves, even such a gentle noise threatening to overpower her voice. Her efforts were not in vain however, as the words reached Cobalt and tugged at him, forcing a reconsideration of his previous conclusion. Perhaps he had underestimated her will to live, but now the fate of the girl seemed up in the air. To leave her now, the one other being he had met on the island, would fly in the face of his self assigned directive. He would assist the girl as he could, but first there was the matter of the contents of her words.
Is it over?
Cobalt mused over the question while observing his immediate surroundings. He began going through the various possibilities that the question could be referring to, removing the less logical possibilities. As his eyes settled on an adequately shady location to which to begin moving the girl, he settled on a small set of possibilities. Fortunately the answer to all of them was the same.
He approached the girl, vocalizing a brutally honest answer to her question. "The answer is no. Your suffering will continue for the time being, and your hardships are likely far from over." He squatted down next to her, casting a shadow over her as he searched for the optimal way to move her to the designated spot. "However," he continued, "your life is not yet over either."
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Thalia Wornwood
New
Roleplay posts: 7
Age: 20
Appearance: A wisp of a girl clothed in gleaming fabrics that do nothing but hide her form underneath it. Some see beauty, some see their wildest fears in her, the worse the soul the more beautiful she is to them.
Equipment: She has not much but the clothes on her back and a mysterious bag which is as plain as some see her. It never fails to hold food when she needs it, a full waterskin when she wants it, and if she is injured she will find something to take care of her wounds as well.
Skills and Abilities: Thalia's abilities are hindered by her current state. She used to be able to determine lies when they were spoken to her but now she is unable to tell truth from lie and is as lost as the rest of the world.
Registered: Mar 29, 2021 21:31:38 GMT -5
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Post by Thalia Wornwood on Apr 6, 2021 13:58:12 GMT -5
Despite what the war forged might have expected with such a philosophical answer the answer could hardly be that the girl would laugh. The thin things shoulders shaking as it started out at a low giggle into a relentless mirth as he perched over her for a closer look. One hand covered her mouth to muffle it because even in the hysteria manners were important, presentation was important, and somehow this was perhaps not as poor of one as she might have expected.
Cobalt would see a woman, surely, with mousy brown hair, eyes the color of mud that were just a little too far apart, and a slightly thicker upper than lower lip. She was plain, dishwater plain, but the way she laughed was almost musical enough to make one forget that if they believed in the power of laughter.
The shadow allowed her to squint her eyes in the sunlight and turn her neck so her chin could be upward towards the sky. Opening them to peer at the creature she had not the strength yet to regain her footing. Nor would she judge by his answer that she would be in danger from it, at least not yet. Her judgement on whether it was a male or female was yet to be decided, or even if it carried such a thing as a gender. She'd never seen this type of creature before. Frankly she was glad it was not human, humans tended to judge their own species more harshly than others.
A shiver settled over the edge of her shoulders traveling down the length of her body. Pulling the colorful rags closer he could see they'd once formed a cloak that had been embroidered. The sea had destroyed some of its beauty. How she laid upon it had not allowed it to dry, either, so she was forced to withstand the cold with ever breeze.
"I'm not sure which outcome I hoped for," she admitted closing her eyes again.
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sheenala
New
Just arived
Roleplay posts: 9
Age: Age: 27 (apparently)
Appearance: Roughly female form, made out of bluish crystal with a blackish inner core. Her face is much more chiseled than the rest of her, providing a much more human look, with typical human features.
Equipment: A Jagged crystal dagger, with a leather sheath hung around her waist.
Skills and Abilities: Extremely hard body: As her body is made of crystal, she is difficult to damage. Something like a hammer or mace could do damage significant damage, a firearm could put small divots in her, and heavy swords and axes could possibly hack a chunk out at a cost of their age.
Harmonic resonance: Her body can amplify and return any sound at C4 in it's own ringing tone.
Biography: Sheenala doesn't remember where she was born, or how she got here. All she remembers is waking up on the bottom of the ocean with a bad headache. She has some snippets, of a massive, crystal city ringing out it's song, as well as that same city burning, but little else.
Sheenala is fairly cheery, considering what's going on. She's ready to explore the islands, find a new life, and hopefully find out a bit more of her past. She enjoys singing, her voice having an odd ringing quality, and her body adding an extra tone to her voice.
Allegiances: None
Registered: Apr 5, 2021 13:16:55 GMT -5
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Post by sheenala on Apr 6, 2021 15:01:07 GMT -5
Sheenala popped her head out of the water, looking at the two. Once she determined they weren't going to hurt each other, she began to emerge from the waves, taking her crustacean with her.
She stopped at about chest height, looking closer at the two on the shore. She still was uncertain if she wanted to be noticed by them. Taking a moment, dropping her lobster which scuttled away, she plucked up her courage and walked all the way out of the water.
"H-hello?" She asked the two nervously, "D-do you need help?" Her voice was odd, two-toned,with certain sounds being louder than others, seemingly coming from her body rather than her mouth.
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Cobalt
New
Roleplay posts: 7
Appearance: Cobalt is a decrepit warforged made of iron. Although most of his body is covered in the heavy cloak he wears, what can be seen of his body is uneven and rusted metal, pieces seeming replaced and repaired so many times that it's hard to tell what is original and what is not. In some areas the outer shell is entirely absent, exposing the metallic pipes and woody tendons that power his tendons. His face is perhaps the most striking, two glowing blues eyes piercing the shadow cast by the hood of his cloak, a grate where a mouth would be with the slightest suggestion of a fading smile.
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Equipment: Cobalt does not need much to survive, and such keeps very little on him. At his side rests a sheathed sword, and about his next hangs a chain carrying a badge indicative of some military rank.
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Skills and Abilities: While Cobalt has some skill with the sword, his main strength is his magic, or at least was. While in the past he was able to conjure swarms of otherworldly tentacles and summon great monsters to fight for him, now he can barely manage to muster the basics of the magic he once had mastered.
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Registered: Mar 21, 2021 13:04:54 GMT -5
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Post by Cobalt on Apr 6, 2021 23:49:34 GMT -5
Silently and without moving, Cobalt watched with glowing blue eyes as the girl fell apart into laughter. To say this was unexpected turn of events would be a bit of an understatement. He held doubt that he'd ever be able to comprehend the sudden and wild swinging of emotions in any sort of logical capacity. However it was a reassuring scene nonetheless, and already the girl seemed far more alive than when he had first spotted her.
"You received the preferable outcome." Cobalt quickly replied in a tone maybe a bit too objective and impassive for the prompt. "The alternative is permanent, but you can recover from this."
With his focus on the girl in front of him and their conversation, Cobalt hadn't noticed the steady approach of the new arrival until it spoke its friendly, albeit eerie, sounding greeting. Cobalt instantly froze, although considering his already static nature it was hardly a difference. A moment passes and he swivels his head to peer over his shoulder at the crystalline being, his glowing gaze reaching around the edge of his cloak. His eyes swept over the creature, scanning its face and noting the sheath at her hip. Fortunately the weapon was left sheathed, although he wouldn't be surprised if such a creature would be just as well off using its fists as weapons.
His gaze lingered on the crystalline creature, unmoving, for a time that almost border on uncomfortable before Cobalt addressed her. For better or worse, he was in no situation to reject her offer. "Greetings. Your assistance would be appreciated." He lifted a single arm and pointed towards one of the nearer and larger trees that stood beyond the edges of the beach, the grass close around it covered in what seemed like a pleasant shade. "I would like to move this girl out of the heat and to that area. I believe it would be most immediately beneficial to her survival."
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Thalia Wornwood
New
Roleplay posts: 7
Age: 20
Appearance: A wisp of a girl clothed in gleaming fabrics that do nothing but hide her form underneath it. Some see beauty, some see their wildest fears in her, the worse the soul the more beautiful she is to them.
Equipment: She has not much but the clothes on her back and a mysterious bag which is as plain as some see her. It never fails to hold food when she needs it, a full waterskin when she wants it, and if she is injured she will find something to take care of her wounds as well.
Skills and Abilities: Thalia's abilities are hindered by her current state. She used to be able to determine lies when they were spoken to her but now she is unable to tell truth from lie and is as lost as the rest of the world.
Registered: Mar 29, 2021 21:31:38 GMT -5
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Post by Thalia Wornwood on Apr 7, 2021 19:14:02 GMT -5
Preferable outcome. Hearing those words she wanted to argue but the laughter had taken much out of her. As has the sea. She was exhausted and battered, bruised beneath the cloak of many colors that she wore. Had he been a marauder then she would have been in much worse spirits but as it were she heard other voices, and his plan, it sounded like a good plan. Squinting against the sunlight above her she coughed and seawater came up. Turning her head back to allow it to slide out of the side of her mouth it trickled into the sand disappearing.
Whoever held the vibrating voice with a strange staccato she could not see. The angle was wrong but clearly the two weren’t together but it, or she as she thought it sounded feminine, had offered to help. Her luck was either holding out after a string of absolute disasters or it was simply a trick. Like her appearance. Uncertain as to which one she was facing she would cough again spitting out sea water and feeling the burn throughout her lungs.
Definitely aspirated.
Her breathing was labored and every cough sounded wetter than the last. It was a sign it wanted to be outside instead of inside and she preferred for it to also be outside. Her whole body shook as she hacked up what sounded to be half her lung. Attempting to raise herself up on one arm so managed a few inches her face turned towards the sand. Then she vomited. Straight salt water that made it to her nostrils.
Sniffling and gagging she wasn’t able to respond quite yet as they decided her fate.
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sheenala
New
Just arived
Roleplay posts: 9
Age: Age: 27 (apparently)
Appearance: Roughly female form, made out of bluish crystal with a blackish inner core. Her face is much more chiseled than the rest of her, providing a much more human look, with typical human features.
Equipment: A Jagged crystal dagger, with a leather sheath hung around her waist.
Skills and Abilities: Extremely hard body: As her body is made of crystal, she is difficult to damage. Something like a hammer or mace could do damage significant damage, a firearm could put small divots in her, and heavy swords and axes could possibly hack a chunk out at a cost of their age.
Harmonic resonance: Her body can amplify and return any sound at C4 in it's own ringing tone.
Biography: Sheenala doesn't remember where she was born, or how she got here. All she remembers is waking up on the bottom of the ocean with a bad headache. She has some snippets, of a massive, crystal city ringing out it's song, as well as that same city burning, but little else.
Sheenala is fairly cheery, considering what's going on. She's ready to explore the islands, find a new life, and hopefully find out a bit more of her past. She enjoys singing, her voice having an odd ringing quality, and her body adding an extra tone to her voice.
Allegiances: None
Registered: Apr 5, 2021 13:16:55 GMT -5
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Post by sheenala on Apr 7, 2021 19:41:41 GMT -5
"O-oh! Of course! Sure!" Sheenala answered, and jogged over to where the woman and metal man were standing.
She kneeled next to the woman and looked her over.
The woman appeared plain, nothing making her stand out, other than, unlike everyone Sheenala had ever known, well she though she knew, she had flesh. She'd never seen anything but animals with flesh. It was fascinating.
She looked down into the woman's face, blocking out the sunlight a bit.
"H-hey there." She began, trying to remember how you handle someone with heatsickness "w-we're going to try and move you out of the sun. Is that alright?"
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Cobalt
New
Roleplay posts: 7
Appearance: Cobalt is a decrepit warforged made of iron. Although most of his body is covered in the heavy cloak he wears, what can be seen of his body is uneven and rusted metal, pieces seeming replaced and repaired so many times that it's hard to tell what is original and what is not. In some areas the outer shell is entirely absent, exposing the metallic pipes and woody tendons that power his tendons. His face is perhaps the most striking, two glowing blues eyes piercing the shadow cast by the hood of his cloak, a grate where a mouth would be with the slightest suggestion of a fading smile.
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Equipment: Cobalt does not need much to survive, and such keeps very little on him. At his side rests a sheathed sword, and about his next hangs a chain carrying a badge indicative of some military rank.
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Skills and Abilities: While Cobalt has some skill with the sword, his main strength is his magic, or at least was. While in the past he was able to conjure swarms of otherworldly tentacles and summon great monsters to fight for him, now he can barely manage to muster the basics of the magic he once had mastered.
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Registered: Mar 21, 2021 13:04:54 GMT -5
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Post by Cobalt on Apr 9, 2021 12:54:07 GMT -5
Cobalt's head swiveled back towards Thalia as she began coughing, and watched as she violently regurgitated the sea water she had inadvertently swallowed. While a part of him mechanically noted and admired the efficiency of which her body managed to purge her system of the seawater, he couldn't help but feel a bit useless in the situation. He knew only of the very basics of the functions of the human body. How to address her current condition was beyond him.
Yet he planned to use his limited knowledge to help as he could. Standing up with a creak, he then turned his gaze to the newly arrived creature of crystal, quickly uttering a response to her question. "It is alright. I will carry her by the shoulders, if you lift her legs that should allow us to transport her with the least chance of causing potential further harm."
Making his way over to behind Thalia, Cobalt paused to inspect his hands. They were never meant to be used in delicate operations, such as carrying an injured body, and it showed. Slowly closing and opening them, he noted with increasing disappointment the shifting plates in various stages of disrepair, each one introducing the potential to pinch, scratch, or otherwise harm the person he had currently resolved to protect. Repairing them will have to wait for another time however. A moment passes as the gears turned in his head, and he suddenly begins moving again as he takes off his cloak and wraps it around his hands. It was less than ideal, but it would offer some cushion.
He kneels down and carefully slides his hands beneath and around Thalia's shoulders. The fabric of his cloak was far from being particularly comfortable, but it was likely a fair bit more comfortable than the cold and partially rusted metal that lay beneath. Cobalt lifted her slightly, testing his grip, and determining it sufficient he looked up at Sheenala. "When you are ready, we will lift on three." He replied, watching her with expectant eyes.
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Thalia Wornwood
New
Roleplay posts: 7
Age: 20
Appearance: A wisp of a girl clothed in gleaming fabrics that do nothing but hide her form underneath it. Some see beauty, some see their wildest fears in her, the worse the soul the more beautiful she is to them.
Equipment: She has not much but the clothes on her back and a mysterious bag which is as plain as some see her. It never fails to hold food when she needs it, a full waterskin when she wants it, and if she is injured she will find something to take care of her wounds as well.
Skills and Abilities: Thalia's abilities are hindered by her current state. She used to be able to determine lies when they were spoken to her but now she is unable to tell truth from lie and is as lost as the rest of the world.
Registered: Mar 29, 2021 21:31:38 GMT -5
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Post by Thalia Wornwood on Apr 9, 2021 14:56:28 GMT -5
The fleeting bit of consciousness she'd managed to dredge up for their meeting threatened to give out on her. It was astounding with a stomach full of seawater she'd felt so empty before but now that it was well and truly empty it growled with all the ferocity of a tiger defending its kill. Which was really more of a chuffing sound but it was the best analogy that she could think of herself as she was shifted in the hands of the warforged. They were softer than she imagined they would be. Perhaps it was the padding. She'd missed that kindness as she'd been busy paying attention to her stomach.
"Fine with me," she'd managed to whoever had asked her a question about being moved. The female she thought. It had barely registered as something she was supposed to reply to until she was squinting upward at metallic features that would rust if they stayed close to seawater too long.
Closing her eyes until his shadow covered her face she knew the shade would be as soothing as getting out of the line of the waves. Her clothing would not dry but once she recovered a little more she might be able to strip loose of the soaked ensemble. Neither of the two around her were probably particular about her running around in her undergarments more or less.
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sheenala
New
Just arived
Roleplay posts: 9
Age: Age: 27 (apparently)
Appearance: Roughly female form, made out of bluish crystal with a blackish inner core. Her face is much more chiseled than the rest of her, providing a much more human look, with typical human features.
Equipment: A Jagged crystal dagger, with a leather sheath hung around her waist.
Skills and Abilities: Extremely hard body: As her body is made of crystal, she is difficult to damage. Something like a hammer or mace could do damage significant damage, a firearm could put small divots in her, and heavy swords and axes could possibly hack a chunk out at a cost of their age.
Harmonic resonance: Her body can amplify and return any sound at C4 in it's own ringing tone.
Biography: Sheenala doesn't remember where she was born, or how she got here. All she remembers is waking up on the bottom of the ocean with a bad headache. She has some snippets, of a massive, crystal city ringing out it's song, as well as that same city burning, but little else.
Sheenala is fairly cheery, considering what's going on. She's ready to explore the islands, find a new life, and hopefully find out a bit more of her past. She enjoys singing, her voice having an odd ringing quality, and her body adding an extra tone to her voice.
Allegiances: None
Registered: Apr 5, 2021 13:16:55 GMT -5
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Post by sheenala on Apr 9, 2021 15:24:12 GMT -5
Sheenala nodded to Cobalt's question, and prepared to lift.
"one"
"two"
"three"
The woman was surprisingly light, she probably could have carried her on her own. Regardless, she was thankful for the metal man's help.
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Cobalt
New
Roleplay posts: 7
Appearance: Cobalt is a decrepit warforged made of iron. Although most of his body is covered in the heavy cloak he wears, what can be seen of his body is uneven and rusted metal, pieces seeming replaced and repaired so many times that it's hard to tell what is original and what is not. In some areas the outer shell is entirely absent, exposing the metallic pipes and woody tendons that power his tendons. His face is perhaps the most striking, two glowing blues eyes piercing the shadow cast by the hood of his cloak, a grate where a mouth would be with the slightest suggestion of a fading smile.
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Equipment: Cobalt does not need much to survive, and such keeps very little on him. At his side rests a sheathed sword, and about his next hangs a chain carrying a badge indicative of some military rank.
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Skills and Abilities: While Cobalt has some skill with the sword, his main strength is his magic, or at least was. While in the past he was able to conjure swarms of otherworldly tentacles and summon great monsters to fight for him, now he can barely manage to muster the basics of the magic he once had mastered.
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Registered: Mar 21, 2021 13:04:54 GMT -5
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Post by Cobalt on Apr 9, 2021 16:18:56 GMT -5
Kneeling down, Cobalt braced himself as Sheenala counted down. With a burst of effort he stood up, lifting Thalia with him. Despite his efforts, it wasn’t an especially gentle movement, and if his face was capable of emoting it would’ve displayed a concerned grimace, especially as Thalia’s body generated a unpleasant grinding noise for which he did not know the cause.
However that concerned would be pushed from the forefront of his mind as he realized that this effort was actually straining him. While he hid it well, his arms were less than steady in their effort to carry Thalia aloft. He had always known that he wasn’t the strongest of his kind, and he by no means unaware that he was no longer in the best shape, but he hadn’t thought that this would be as much of a struggle as it was proving to be.
Looking at his crystalline companion, for whose presence he had a newfound appreciation for, he gestured with his head in the direction of the shade. “Let us hurry.”
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Thalia Wornwood
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Roleplay posts: 7
Age: 20
Appearance: A wisp of a girl clothed in gleaming fabrics that do nothing but hide her form underneath it. Some see beauty, some see their wildest fears in her, the worse the soul the more beautiful she is to them.
Equipment: She has not much but the clothes on her back and a mysterious bag which is as plain as some see her. It never fails to hold food when she needs it, a full waterskin when she wants it, and if she is injured she will find something to take care of her wounds as well.
Skills and Abilities: Thalia's abilities are hindered by her current state. She used to be able to determine lies when they were spoken to her but now she is unable to tell truth from lie and is as lost as the rest of the world.
Registered: Mar 29, 2021 21:31:38 GMT -5
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Post by Thalia Wornwood on Apr 9, 2021 16:29:24 GMT -5
Brought upward the uneven manner in which it was done made her stomach lurch. Whatever contents it believed it had left came up her esophagus but she swallowed against it making sure that it made no headway. It was not a way to treat those who were carrying her for her to vomit all over them. Turning her head just in case she did manage to keep it down as if it were the last thread keeping something aloft. It would hang on as long as possible but it might snap at any moment.
She wished to thank them but the words were caught in her exhaustion. Frankly it was only the smallest of reliefs that they had each other to speak to since she was drifting off into nothingness again. Her right hand reached upward and her fingertips but graced the face of Cobalt as if she were trying to express it through a gesture if nothing else. Her arm would fall over the edge of his own hand and trail in the sand if they did not hold her very far aloft.
Her breathing came in long deep strokes of air entering and leaving. Perhaps not unconscious, she could be awoken, but certainly not easily. She needed rest, water, and then food in that order.
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