(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.
Log: 21092013 - Ror and Pika
OOC commentary: Giving Pika some more responsibility... the hard way! :D
Log: 20092013 - Ror and Pika
OOC commentary: First encounter with the punk Pika. Of course Ror recognizes a punk when he sees one. He used to be a punk himself when he was young!
Knights of the Blue Rose
The sky darkened on the horizon and the win sped up blowing back the cape of the middle aged man who stood with his black leather boot upon the side rail of the ship. His hand hung on the suport line of the mizzen mast. Lady luck never favored this man so he made his own luck. The black dark blue cape that blew fully in the wind now revealed blue swashbuckler attire which belied the reinforced leather and chainmail beneath it. It was a night like this which started this mad adventure years ago.
His well kept goetee was as black as the rest of his now shoulder length hair. Hi weathered skin seemed to accentuate the sadness within his blue eyes which changed with all the colors of the sea and all the rich complexities of the northern ice. Gulls rushed past the ship escaping the storm. Lightning flashed in the distance and he stared at it like an old adversary. The blades at his side would not avail him. The sea was a cruel mistress that could not be tamed but such feable constructs. The port of New Thalos was visible on the horizon though and nothing would prevent him from setting foot on the soil of his homeland. Not this time. The Bell in the port rang out and he could just hear it due to how far the wind could carry the sound. It was the same bell which he had lost site and sound of so many years ago.
(Zelgadis' thoughts shift to the past)
The knife plunged into wood, the long blade sinking halfway into the ships hull beneath the strong well muscled arm of the now shirtless and armorless knight. Crimson blood mixed with salt water and stung the mans eye which had suffered a terrible gash. He pulled himself out of the sea, now colored black in the tumoltuous storm. The red ribbon which had once held the knife to his arm blew freely in the wind, whipping at his wrist. Staring back at the storm through his one good eye he cursed at the storm. The grand ship which was once his flagship of his merchant fleet and this storm had lifted it out of the sea and thrown it like a grain of sand.
He searched the horizon, rain falling down slower now, the sea becoming more calm. There were no ships on the horizon, no sailors swimming for their lives. No gulls, nothing but the cruel black sea.
(His thoughts return to the present)
It was 5 years ago. Five damned years since he'd seen this port. The port was rapidly approaching, an airship guiding their path with powerful makou floodlights. As they came about to a dock, sailors threw large ropes over the side and he jumped the few feet to the dock. He marched down long pier, cape still billowing behind him. The dockmaster was in a small stone hut at the end of the docks where it became dry land.
"Business or Pleasure Sir," The dockmaster greated him.
"Both, I'm here to take back what's mine." Zegladis stared down the cowardly man with his one good eye and the man sat down in his chair. He tossed coins at him to pay the docking fees and made his way to the center of town to find more travel arrangements.
His well kept goetee was as black as the rest of his now shoulder length hair. Hi weathered skin seemed to accentuate the sadness within his blue eyes which changed with all the colors of the sea and all the rich complexities of the northern ice. Gulls rushed past the ship escaping the storm. Lightning flashed in the distance and he stared at it like an old adversary. The blades at his side would not avail him. The sea was a cruel mistress that could not be tamed but such feable constructs. The port of New Thalos was visible on the horizon though and nothing would prevent him from setting foot on the soil of his homeland. Not this time. The Bell in the port rang out and he could just hear it due to how far the wind could carry the sound. It was the same bell which he had lost site and sound of so many years ago.
(Zelgadis' thoughts shift to the past)
The knife plunged into wood, the long blade sinking halfway into the ships hull beneath the strong well muscled arm of the now shirtless and armorless knight. Crimson blood mixed with salt water and stung the mans eye which had suffered a terrible gash. He pulled himself out of the sea, now colored black in the tumoltuous storm. The red ribbon which had once held the knife to his arm blew freely in the wind, whipping at his wrist. Staring back at the storm through his one good eye he cursed at the storm. The grand ship which was once his flagship of his merchant fleet and this storm had lifted it out of the sea and thrown it like a grain of sand.
He searched the horizon, rain falling down slower now, the sea becoming more calm. There were no ships on the horizon, no sailors swimming for their lives. No gulls, nothing but the cruel black sea.
(His thoughts return to the present)
It was 5 years ago. Five damned years since he'd seen this port. The port was rapidly approaching, an airship guiding their path with powerful makou floodlights. As they came about to a dock, sailors threw large ropes over the side and he jumped the few feet to the dock. He marched down long pier, cape still billowing behind him. The dockmaster was in a small stone hut at the end of the docks where it became dry land.
"Business or Pleasure Sir," The dockmaster greated him.
"Both, I'm here to take back what's mine." Zegladis stared down the cowardly man with his one good eye and the man sat down in his chair. He tossed coins at him to pay the docking fees and made his way to the center of town to find more travel arrangements.
The parting of ways
Pika entered the bar with a fierce look on his child like face. He glared at a huge man who was in his way causing the muscled man to laugh in a cruel manner that Pika did not even register. Glaring around the bar in search for a table, Pika decided a seat at the bar top was better suited to the task at hand. Hopping into the seat, Pika waved the bartender down, ordering five shots of the strongest the bar had to offer before proceeding to brood, reflecting on the thoughts of what the hell just happened.
One hour ago....
Pika excitedly drew marks in the soft dirt, fleshing out a plan of attack that he just knew would come out with them on top. It was risky, it was underhanded, it was sneaky, it was flawless! Most of all, it would lead to the rescue of his sister! There was just one problem. Convincing Tika. By the dangerously stormy look on her face, he wasn't doing a very good job. He started going over the plan again. Maybe she had missed something, how could she not see the beauty of it all???
"ENOUGH," Tika shouted raising her hands and yelling a few magic words in anger. A bolt of lightning struck down square in the middle of the plan Pika was hashing out. There was a deathly silence as the siblings stared at eachother, one angry and one completely stunned.
"Pika," His sister's voice came out choked at best. She turned away with tears of pain in her eyes. "It's just enough. I can't do it anymore. I won't be here tomorrow brother..."
Pika slowly pushed himself up, utter disbelief on his face. "What do you mean you won't be here? What do you expect me to do? I can't do this by myself! You can't abandon us! You can't abandon her!" He took a step towards his sister, prepared to shake some sense into her.
Tika turned to her brother again, nostrils flaring. Her voice dripped with venom and her lips twisted as she let the words flow, so much that she had been holding inside for so long. "She chose her path, brother. SHE CHOSE. She's a willing whore of her master and if you can't see that than you are no better off than she is. I AM LEAVING, brother. This is not who I am, some vigilante set to save the world, fight Vector, rescue some stupid traitor whore, or whatever it is you think you are doing. I DON'T CARE!" Tika's eyes glowed a deep violet color as her magic energy built inside of her. "I'm leaving, and you can continue this foolishness to your death you stupid, stupid boy!"
Pika shook with anger as he launched himself at his sister, eyes closed and fists curled. He landed with a THUMP on the soft dirt, skidding a few feet with the force of the launch. She was gone, and he was alone. He screamed his frustration to the tree tops and pounded his fists into the dirt.
One hour ago....
Pika excitedly drew marks in the soft dirt, fleshing out a plan of attack that he just knew would come out with them on top. It was risky, it was underhanded, it was sneaky, it was flawless! Most of all, it would lead to the rescue of his sister! There was just one problem. Convincing Tika. By the dangerously stormy look on her face, he wasn't doing a very good job. He started going over the plan again. Maybe she had missed something, how could she not see the beauty of it all???
"ENOUGH," Tika shouted raising her hands and yelling a few magic words in anger. A bolt of lightning struck down square in the middle of the plan Pika was hashing out. There was a deathly silence as the siblings stared at eachother, one angry and one completely stunned.
"Pika," His sister's voice came out choked at best. She turned away with tears of pain in her eyes. "It's just enough. I can't do it anymore. I won't be here tomorrow brother..."
Pika slowly pushed himself up, utter disbelief on his face. "What do you mean you won't be here? What do you expect me to do? I can't do this by myself! You can't abandon us! You can't abandon her!" He took a step towards his sister, prepared to shake some sense into her.
Tika turned to her brother again, nostrils flaring. Her voice dripped with venom and her lips twisted as she let the words flow, so much that she had been holding inside for so long. "She chose her path, brother. SHE CHOSE. She's a willing whore of her master and if you can't see that than you are no better off than she is. I AM LEAVING, brother. This is not who I am, some vigilante set to save the world, fight Vector, rescue some stupid traitor whore, or whatever it is you think you are doing. I DON'T CARE!" Tika's eyes glowed a deep violet color as her magic energy built inside of her. "I'm leaving, and you can continue this foolishness to your death you stupid, stupid boy!"
Pika shook with anger as he launched himself at his sister, eyes closed and fists curled. He landed with a THUMP on the soft dirt, skidding a few feet with the force of the launch. She was gone, and he was alone. He screamed his frustration to the tree tops and pounded his fists into the dirt.
The Muse (Part 4B)
"Can't dwell on the past, have to move forward, don't worry about why it could happen," Ror tried to settle my thoughts but I couldn't calm down. The bottle in front of me levitated by my will then exploded and before the pieces flew out they stopped and imploded upon themselves and the bottle became nothing.
"You don't understand, I'M NOT GOING BACK THERE," I nearly screamed the last part and got more than a few odd looks from other patrons. We'd been drinking a while though and after some explaining about having to see a man about a horse, Hiroaki had to leave
"If I did this to someone, it's because death was too good for them. I'm going to find them before they find me." I breathed slowly to calm myself down.
"You're right, I don't understand. But that doesn't mean you are," he said it so nonchalantly that it didn't infuriate me. "The Tripower has walls that are high and might that is great, you could easily be protected by us and we could use a priestess of your talent."
"I'm flattered you think so, I must admit the idea of being protected by you does seem rather nice, but I think I should at least wait until morning to commit to anything. It's late and I should make sure an Inn room is available." I smiled a at him and he showed me to the door and had the class to make one of the young airship attendents see me to one of the local Inns.
It was certainly something I hadn't thought about. Could there be those that could protect her from the fate she had suffered? Did she need to hunt her tormentor down? It seems this day has brought more questions then answers.
"You don't understand, I'M NOT GOING BACK THERE," I nearly screamed the last part and got more than a few odd looks from other patrons. We'd been drinking a while though and after some explaining about having to see a man about a horse, Hiroaki had to leave
"If I did this to someone, it's because death was too good for them. I'm going to find them before they find me." I breathed slowly to calm myself down.
"You're right, I don't understand. But that doesn't mean you are," he said it so nonchalantly that it didn't infuriate me. "The Tripower has walls that are high and might that is great, you could easily be protected by us and we could use a priestess of your talent."
"I'm flattered you think so, I must admit the idea of being protected by you does seem rather nice, but I think I should at least wait until morning to commit to anything. It's late and I should make sure an Inn room is available." I smiled a at him and he showed me to the door and had the class to make one of the young airship attendents see me to one of the local Inns.
It was certainly something I hadn't thought about. Could there be those that could protect her from the fate she had suffered? Did she need to hunt her tormentor down? It seems this day has brought more questions then answers.
The Muse (Part 4A)
"I got leave Phil, Ale and keep it coming!" the handsome elf in a tripower officers military uniform loosened up his collar and sat at the bar. Uncorking the bottle of ale he was given, he poured a tall class full of it and tossed some coins on the bar which were quickly picked up by the bartender. Walking toward the bar I took a spot close enough to speak to him.
"Buy a lady a drink?" I asked of him my back to the bar but my eyes upon him.
"Of course," and he slid the glass down the bar into my hand without spilling a drop. Smooth, I thought to myself, he had a way about him that betrayed the grace of an experienced fighter. I amused myself with the thought that perhaps he could be a lover, not a fighter. But the Military Uniform squashed my sudden fancy. "Phil, seems a beautiful women has gone and stolen my drink again, 1 more." He winked at me.
After exchanging pleasantries and a few moments talking about my profession and his status as a Leader of the Tripower, I asked him questions that would hopefully let me figure out how long I had been imprisoned. After some deliberation my first few days out, I had made it a point not to ask anyone directly. It might not be wise to go around talking about how little I know of who I am or what I've done. "Everything seems so different in this city, suppose that's the Tripowers doing?" I asked trying to coax information.
"In a way, various factions rallied to oust the Vectorians from this city and an all out war was averted." He seemed caught in thought and drank more ale. "Suppose it's been quite a few months since the city has been Westbridge and not that infernal Kefkaberg."
"Forgive me for asking, but I've been away, how long has it been since they first attacked? Couldn't be that long with strong Tripower men like you around." I drank more ale, it wasn't the best disguised line, but it would do. A bald average older man walked into the bar and Ror seemed to know him. He got up and greeted the man by handing him an ale.
"Forgive me, where are my manners, Calliope, please meet my very good friend Hiroaki," Ror introduced his friend.
"Pleasure to meet a friend of Ror's," We sat back at the bar and I pressed them about when Vector had first entered Westbridge.
"Must be, four or five years now," Ror thought and Hiroaki agreed about the Time.
"Five years?" The world fell out from under me as I spoke. How could it be five years in that place, I knew it was long, and I should be thankful it wasn't twenty. But five years had been stolen from me. I stumbled off the stool and across the bar with a hand on the pool table and landed on the couch. Ror grabbed a glass from behind the bar and filled it with water from a spigot. Walking over to me he placed the glass in my hand and I drank it so fast I nearly choked.
"Easy now, what's gotten into you? Too much ale?" He grinned at her and Hiroaki made a joke about keeping the girl on top of the table rather than under when drinking with them. "No, I'm just shocked at how long it's been," They both looked at her quizzically and as she explained they both nodded and offered words of encouragement.
"Buy a lady a drink?" I asked of him my back to the bar but my eyes upon him.
"Of course," and he slid the glass down the bar into my hand without spilling a drop. Smooth, I thought to myself, he had a way about him that betrayed the grace of an experienced fighter. I amused myself with the thought that perhaps he could be a lover, not a fighter. But the Military Uniform squashed my sudden fancy. "Phil, seems a beautiful women has gone and stolen my drink again, 1 more." He winked at me.
After exchanging pleasantries and a few moments talking about my profession and his status as a Leader of the Tripower, I asked him questions that would hopefully let me figure out how long I had been imprisoned. After some deliberation my first few days out, I had made it a point not to ask anyone directly. It might not be wise to go around talking about how little I know of who I am or what I've done. "Everything seems so different in this city, suppose that's the Tripowers doing?" I asked trying to coax information.
"In a way, various factions rallied to oust the Vectorians from this city and an all out war was averted." He seemed caught in thought and drank more ale. "Suppose it's been quite a few months since the city has been Westbridge and not that infernal Kefkaberg."
"Forgive me for asking, but I've been away, how long has it been since they first attacked? Couldn't be that long with strong Tripower men like you around." I drank more ale, it wasn't the best disguised line, but it would do. A bald average older man walked into the bar and Ror seemed to know him. He got up and greeted the man by handing him an ale.
"Forgive me, where are my manners, Calliope, please meet my very good friend Hiroaki," Ror introduced his friend.
"Pleasure to meet a friend of Ror's," We sat back at the bar and I pressed them about when Vector had first entered Westbridge.
"Must be, four or five years now," Ror thought and Hiroaki agreed about the Time.
"Five years?" The world fell out from under me as I spoke. How could it be five years in that place, I knew it was long, and I should be thankful it wasn't twenty. But five years had been stolen from me. I stumbled off the stool and across the bar with a hand on the pool table and landed on the couch. Ror grabbed a glass from behind the bar and filled it with water from a spigot. Walking over to me he placed the glass in my hand and I drank it so fast I nearly choked.
"Easy now, what's gotten into you? Too much ale?" He grinned at her and Hiroaki made a joke about keeping the girl on top of the table rather than under when drinking with them. "No, I'm just shocked at how long it's been," They both looked at her quizzically and as she explained they both nodded and offered words of encouragement.
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