Pika stood in the middle of the orphanage. His eyes strayed to a little girl who looked at him questioningly. Pika stood frozen until a child is heard crying upstairs. SHIT! Pika looked around in a panic. What the hell was he supposed to do. His eyes locked with the little girl who still stood staring at him as if asking her for help.
"Mister, that's Milly she's prolly hungry. You gonna feed her?"
Pika looked down at the child in front of him and up at the ceiling above him.
"What's it eat?" Pika asked with a deep frown. The little girl stared at Pika worriedly. Was the orphanage seriously putting this guy in control? He looked like a lost kid himself. Slowly, moving her hands in a motion of eating, the little girl says
"Sheeee eeeaaaats fooooooood... You know what food is, don't you Mister?"
Pika snapped his chin down and glared at the young child. That little brat.
"Well where is the food, smartass?" Pika asked in an irritated tone. The young child simply shook her head and turned away. She picked up a dirty doll that rested against a wall along her way, skipping down a long hallway.
What... The... Hell... Pika glared back at the door Ror had left through and climbed the stairs to see about the crying baby. There had to be some kind of assistant around here! Where were they? A cook? Someone! Panic set in as Pika started his first official day as caretaker of the orphanage, a task he clearly was not prepared for.
Log: 22092013 - Ror and Arien
OOC commentary: The start of Arien's entry RP into Tripower. Fitting for a merchant! :)
Vodka Tonic
(From the inside of a coffin)
What a nightmare, she thought, dreams of such Blood and Carnage she had never experienced. It was as if hell itself had been whispering in her ear the most terrifying thoughts. How long had she endured this torture? Was it meant to be torture? What had she been doing the night before? A Sorceror's Laoratory came to mind and draughts and drafts of the Undead Tonic she had been brewing rushed through her thoughts like the Blood through her viens.
Careless disregard for her own life had driven her near to Madness and the hellish Nightmare may in fact be her reality. Pushing at the lid to her coffin it opened into a dark crypt. She was underground and in pitch darkness but could see perfectly well. It wasn't real she thought, none of this could be. Then she noticed the man held prisoner in the corner, struggling to undo his binds. Foolish mortal, she thought, those were magical knots. The more he squirmed the tighter they became.
The rush of blood soaked images told her exactly what to do and with her new unholy strength, she lunged at the man. Teeth that were once slightly long and pointed, almost cute, elongated into depth and blood producing fangs that tore at the mans throat. His whimpers couldn't turn to cries for help under her power. He stared terrified beyond believe at what was happening. She drank lustily, spilling the crimson tide across herself and the mans Vectorian robes. As she drank her fill the rush subsided from her and allowed her to take account of what had transpired.
There was a book, bound in leather with beautiful blue pulsing runes on a table not far from the elegant coffin from which she had just awoken. Sitting at the table which only had one chair, she opened the book.
(Scrolled in a very neat handwriting, glowing Gold)
We've done it, not for long life but to prove it could be done. Elves live truely long lives as it is but we have found a way to circumvent reality itself. I have made arrangements which should be to our liking.
I am you and you are I. There is no escaping this but I fear that drinking this tonic shall require us to start again. There is however much to remember and I'm sure since we now have all the time we need, there will be enough to catch up.
Remember, we have done this with good intentions. The man was worthless, a truely vile individual. Fear not that you took his life. When you are ready, this tome will reveal all that has transpired in the past few years but until then, know that we found a Tonic that would transform us into the most powerful being we could become. It was the labor of most of my life and it is not the will of the insane. I have not lost control of my magic, we have enhanced it beyond measure.
You have friends, they may not recognize you nor you them but they are out there. They should prove helpful in the months to come. Aid them with your strength.
Remember always that I love you and our mind will be whole soon.
(The book closed on its own and sealed magically)
Beautiful robes of satin and silk were on the wall, but the suit of dragon hardened platemail next to it was more attractive to her thoughts. Both would have their uses. For now, I would need to be secretive, there were those that would hunt her for what she was, she knew this. Dropping the loose fitting black robes she was wearing to the floor, she walked to the robes which felt incredible to the touch. There was a strength to them. Amplified through magic. The dark fabric was lined with blues and reds. They flowed around her, pefectly sized. A large moneypurse was in one of the folds and she figured out quickly how to open the secret fold to get at it like finding an old jacket and exploring the pockets.
She smiled with her fangs in the mirror next to her and saw a beautiful women with 2 pointed teeth. And this was only the begining.
What a nightmare, she thought, dreams of such Blood and Carnage she had never experienced. It was as if hell itself had been whispering in her ear the most terrifying thoughts. How long had she endured this torture? Was it meant to be torture? What had she been doing the night before? A Sorceror's Laoratory came to mind and draughts and drafts of the Undead Tonic she had been brewing rushed through her thoughts like the Blood through her viens.
Careless disregard for her own life had driven her near to Madness and the hellish Nightmare may in fact be her reality. Pushing at the lid to her coffin it opened into a dark crypt. She was underground and in pitch darkness but could see perfectly well. It wasn't real she thought, none of this could be. Then she noticed the man held prisoner in the corner, struggling to undo his binds. Foolish mortal, she thought, those were magical knots. The more he squirmed the tighter they became.
The rush of blood soaked images told her exactly what to do and with her new unholy strength, she lunged at the man. Teeth that were once slightly long and pointed, almost cute, elongated into depth and blood producing fangs that tore at the mans throat. His whimpers couldn't turn to cries for help under her power. He stared terrified beyond believe at what was happening. She drank lustily, spilling the crimson tide across herself and the mans Vectorian robes. As she drank her fill the rush subsided from her and allowed her to take account of what had transpired.
There was a book, bound in leather with beautiful blue pulsing runes on a table not far from the elegant coffin from which she had just awoken. Sitting at the table which only had one chair, she opened the book.
(Scrolled in a very neat handwriting, glowing Gold)
We've done it, not for long life but to prove it could be done. Elves live truely long lives as it is but we have found a way to circumvent reality itself. I have made arrangements which should be to our liking.
I am you and you are I. There is no escaping this but I fear that drinking this tonic shall require us to start again. There is however much to remember and I'm sure since we now have all the time we need, there will be enough to catch up.
Remember, we have done this with good intentions. The man was worthless, a truely vile individual. Fear not that you took his life. When you are ready, this tome will reveal all that has transpired in the past few years but until then, know that we found a Tonic that would transform us into the most powerful being we could become. It was the labor of most of my life and it is not the will of the insane. I have not lost control of my magic, we have enhanced it beyond measure.
You have friends, they may not recognize you nor you them but they are out there. They should prove helpful in the months to come. Aid them with your strength.
Remember always that I love you and our mind will be whole soon.
(The book closed on its own and sealed magically)
Beautiful robes of satin and silk were on the wall, but the suit of dragon hardened platemail next to it was more attractive to her thoughts. Both would have their uses. For now, I would need to be secretive, there were those that would hunt her for what she was, she knew this. Dropping the loose fitting black robes she was wearing to the floor, she walked to the robes which felt incredible to the touch. There was a strength to them. Amplified through magic. The dark fabric was lined with blues and reds. They flowed around her, pefectly sized. A large moneypurse was in one of the folds and she figured out quickly how to open the secret fold to get at it like finding an old jacket and exploring the pockets.
She smiled with her fangs in the mirror next to her and saw a beautiful women with 2 pointed teeth. And this was only the begining.
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