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  1. #21
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    ArcanaFate's Avatar

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    Name
    Ezoreth "Ezra" Vrall
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    Homunculi
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    Corone
    Ezra only tilted their head at Nevin's embarrassed outburst.

    Why was he so flustered at the idea of being popular romantically? Wasn't that one of the goals of any species? Find as many mates as possible to increase your chance of continuing your genetic legacy? They knew that humankind varied in this regard, as some would only take on one spouse while others would have their harem as a show of power and virility.

    ...or in some cases, lack there of.

    Regardless of the alchemist's feelings, Ezra was distracted by the offering of an arm by the mythweaver. Sketch was an anomaly in their study of humans; he was even more mysterious than Nevin could be yet was a proper gentleman in how he treated the homunculus. Although it was clear that the man had no idea of their true origins, the fact that Sketch was so polite regardless after only a few brief meetings was perplexing yet refreshing.

    Sliding their arm around his, Ezra walked along side the man and kept as much of an even pace as possible. Although it was proving somewhat difficult when your walking partner has at least half a foot of height against you. After a few steps, they looked up to the man with a curious gaze, as if trying to decipher a puzzle.

    "Mister Sketch, although I do appreciate the escort, I must question your intentions. I am more than capable of walking myself inside without assistance. And you mention that I would have 'more fun with my friends' than be in such a dark place. You are somewhat correct in your assessment of my interest of the castle. However, I cannot say that I am here solely for a scholarly study."

    Their explanation halted, as they let out a small hum of annoyance.

    "Although, I am here to learn something, but I am also currently seeking something as well. This castle might hold the information of its current whereabouts and would be quite useful. As for being in the company of my friends..."

    A single finger pointed ahead towards the castle's gates, and Ezra let out a small exhale of breath through their nose. "One of my friends is currently headed into the castle, while my other friend is currently behind us working on some form of translation, from what I overheard." They looked back up to Sketch, trying to lock eyes with the man. "I do not have many that I call friend, Mister Sketch, so I must make sure they stay safe. But I have digressed from my previous inquiry. What is your intention, Mister Sketch? I do not understand your generosity in being my escort. I can only assume based on my analysis of other's interactions that you are attempting to protect me as you think me frail, or you are attempting to stay close to me in some attempt of affection in a romantic sense."

    "Are you attempting to 'woo' me on this possibly dangerous endeavor we are heading into, Mister Sketch? Based on what I have seen, this is not exactly the ideal location to attempt such things."
    Briarheart: Quick, become a disciplinomancer and Groundaga him

    (13:48:58) Nevin: Ezra can be whatever you need them to be
    (13:49:07) Nevin: Ezra doesn't judge.
    (13:49:18) ArcanaFate: Swiss army wife, basically.

  2. #22
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    The Crooked Knight's Avatar

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    Sketch
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    Sketch laughed genuinely, and then caught himself, ”Please forgive me Ms. Ezra, I mean no disrespect. I’ve never been one to consider the prospect of courtship, I’ve heard the tales of how almost all romances end, and I prefer to keep myself unattached to anyone who would keep me from my travels. “Wooing” as you put it is nothing I would dream to attempt on a friend such as yourself. My only goal is to be the gentleman I know myself to be, and if I see a young woman alone, it is my duty as an older man to provide company and wisdom if I can.”

    Sketch grew a little whistful, feeling nastalgic over the idea of traveling with someone. Had he traveled with a friend before? A lover perhaps? He almost felt purchase on the thought. No, it was gone, he’d lost the memory. He had almost found a piece of his past, and he cursed himself for lacking it.

    The pair walked up the path towards the castle, seeing a few of the other people. He witnessed the crow-person and briarkin embrace, and he couldn’t help but smile seeing new friends grow. Sketch was unsure about Nevin at this point, apparently his friend had left out quite a bit of his travels, and he was unsure if the young man he knew had left out the information due to his own desire of privacy, or because he was unsure of the Storyteller.

    He didn’t want to unnerve his friends because of his dark powers, he’d been fortunate enough to not be labeled as an outcast back in Stonevale. He’d already had a few uneasy instances involving the superstitions of several small villages already, including gale, the first town he’d come across.

    He collected himself, shook his head slightly to clear his thoughts, and stood up straighter as to provide a better example for Ezra, he gave her a gentle reaffirming smile to the young lady and walked along, keeping his pace short, so it was comfortable for the young lady.

  3. #23
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    Nevin's Avatar

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    Name
    Nevin Aimaparapoiitis
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    Human (Godling)
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    Nevin pushed onwards to the castle doors, large and imposing even in their partially ruined state. He frowned slightly - there should be the tracks of many people having gone to and fro here, the various adventurers that he knew had been coming to this area for a while. If not that, there should be signs of the cultists he was here to hunt, too many rumors of people obsessed with blood ran abound in this area. But no, there was no sign of any tracks, beyond one set - Joshua's from the man coming out. No sign of his entering shown in the dirt and rubble. How strange.

    The alchemist straightened up from his examination of the ground and looked to see who had caught up already. It made him smile to see Ezra and Sketch taking with each other, though they had quieted down by the time they reached where he was standing. The two seemed amicable enough not to need his interference, so he just have a short wave to the dump. The other person nearby was Rainee -

    And oh, did the cat-woman look downright pissed about something. That actually made both of his eyebrows rise into his hairline as he looked at her - when they had first met, the woman had been nothing if not kind and gentle... and far too curious. There had been none of this scarcely contained fury, nor the dark looks she shot back towards the camp. He looked towards it - and saw that there was a figure there he did not recognize. Was this someone Rainee knew, and detested? Or had something happened that he didn't hear as he left? Hmm.she let me pled like she could use a distraction.

    "Hello again Miss Rainee, we didn't get much chance to talk back at camp. I'm quite sorry about your getting involved in this rumors - I've tried to talk to people about them, but they just smile behind their hands and go on with them anyway. I'll keep working on them though. That aside - how is young Mylie? I hope she's still doing well? And, shall we?" Soft, measured footsteps had carried him over to her, his tone apologetic until he asked about her daughter. Then, with a smile he had gestured to the imposing doors, before moving over to them.

    With a mild effort, he shoved the large doors open, grunting slightly in exertion as he fought the rust in the hinges. With a loud, creaking groan they swung open - and Nevin stumbled inside, disappearing from sight. All that remained was the gaping doorway, with dark black inside cutting off all sight from the outside.
    - "We are born of the blood, made men by the blood, undone by the blood; Fear the old blood."

    Nevin: Formal, thoughtful, nurturing, bearer of tropey tentacles.

    "More threads! More! Threads for the Crimson Thread King!"
    A member of the NevCrew:
    Nevin: Thread count: please, don't try.
    Erik: Thread count: five or six. Maybe seven...
    Huntsman: seven. Maybe eight. Shhhhhhh.
    Telli' thread count: zero. I just can't get into writing the little hellion.
    Ronnel: Not even approved yet.

  4. #24
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    Nekoprincess's Avatar

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    Rainee Azure Miyami
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    A blue orb begin to flutter down and bounce and hover around the agitated cat-girl's shoulders. It pulsed brightly once before it whispers into the nekojin's mind gently consolingly Don't let your darkness consume you sweet sister! Don't let the pain of your past overshadow the bright future you could have! Come now, a friend of yours is speaking to you! Focus on that! Not fear, or pain or anger at men. Yes, my kind can be asshole, can be greedy and will throw away anything in pursuit of power! But not all males are like that, look for the good in the world! Not the bad! Remember dear sis, I am here if you need advice! Don't give in to the demons in your heart! Don't let that black shard consume and corrupt you!

    Rainee's silver orbs still stare darkly at the ominious huge windows glinting in the castle's towering visage. Her tail was twitching still, only slightly as she was lost in her own thoughts. The nekojin let out a meow of surprise when she heard first her brother Omarion's soothing words and then the question her new friend Nevin was asking her. Her eyes look slightly spooky as she whispers "Oh! Nevin, ummm....Mylie...Mylie, is um..." pursing her lips, Rainee pauses her answer as she screams inside her mind Get it together girl! Don't let that pig back at camp put your mood in a funk! You have a goal! To find out what demon is wreaking hell in this castle! You need to save innocent lives! Listen to your brother's words! the bright blue orb pulses in agreement with Rain's thoughts, hovering again around the still cat-mother before settling comfortably on her shoulder and flashing again to let her know her mind was on the right track.

    Poking the orb gently, Rainee's whispers softly Shush Omarion! The orb just flashes once then bounces lightly on Rain's shoulder, before Omarion whispers once more in the nekojin's mind Just relax dear sister, think of your little one and answer your friend's questions honestly. Don't worry about the darkness hovering thickly in the air. You'll find the source soon! Rain smiles after her dear angelic brother whispers this in her mind, feeling the tenseness disperse from her body. A more natural smile graces her soft lips as she answers Nevin softly "Sorry, you surprised me Nevin! I have thoughts on my mind....Mylie she is doing well. Though obviously not happy that she couldn't come along on mommy's adventure! Positively threw a temper tantrum when I left her with Mistuki. She's a friend of mine I have babysit Mylie when I can't bring her along." gesturing to the darkness behind them, Rain continues "Its a good thing I left her safely at home though. She'd be a nuisance to have a long on a demon hunt Nevin!"

    Looking up again at the castle's gloom she asks Nevin softly "I love her to much to constantly have to watch her and keep her out of harm's way! She, unfortunately is a magnet for attracting danger!" a frown creased Rainee's lips for a moment about the rumors, before she laughs softly and murmurs "Its ok Nevin, rumors happen and unless we prove they are wrong, the rumor about us will just keep floating around!" she then watches as he disappears into the cavernous depths of the castle, the door banging shut loudly behind him. Gulping audibly Rain looks at the orb still resting on her shoulder before she whispers "Don't disappear on me brother! I may need your help once we enter the castle! I sense great darkness inside!" she then stiffens her shoulders and heavily pushes the door Nevin has just opened open again. Her tail twitches like a metronome as she disappears into the castle, the door once more loudly banging shut, was the cat-mother has carefully made her way into the dark castle!

  5. #25
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    Slayer's Avatar

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    Dan Lagh'ratham
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    41
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    Saraelian
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    Salvar
    "It's Saraelian." Dan looked at the bird-woman, then to the page in his hand, and finally down to the pistol still clutched in his fist. After a moment's hesitation, his face twisting in a rare moment of puzzlement, he holstered the gun. No point wasting the bullet, he had nineteen left and they cost a pound of flesh per piece. No one had even breathed a hostile word at him, even the cat-woman, though her tone made him roll his eyes. No one had a sense of humor anymore.

    Pulling a long, thin silver pipe from inside the leather jacket - which upon close inspection was dirt cheap, stitched out of irregular hides, and made to last only a few days in the Tular climate - Dan clenched it between his teeth and then shoved the pages at Stare. The odd cerulean ink, mottled with flecks of gray seemed to shiver on the stained paper, the glyphs seeming to fade her at the tip of the eye, or grow bolder when turned at another angle. "It's Siocan Saraelian, actually. Uh, they were..." he paused, frowning and thinking of the best way to put it as he pulled a match out of his sleeve and flicked it across the pipe, casting his face in an orange glow that made him look vaguely monstrous, his tired eyes hollow in the flickering little flame.

    "They were primordial things. Old elementals that descendants of modern society called demons." He didn't know much about his own people, but he knew enough to pass a pop quiz. He knew their caste system was a brutally heavy chain on the necks of anyone less than a Sol, the Saraelians that "brought the sunlight down to Saraelia", or so a book in a Raiaeran library had told him. And he knew they'd killed each other in a violent war where the princes literally tore each others throats out on the battlefield. But there was more, so much more, and a little more was there in his hands, in that castle...perhaps. He'd had the vague notion that this was all too simple, and perhaps nothing more than a set up for some homicidal wizards murder game, but he'd never been killed by a wizard, and he was sure today would not be the day it happened either. Bending down, he eyed the Kenku, admiring the silky sheen of her sable feathers, wondering why he'd never seen something like her before. He pulled on the pipe, and as the ember began to glow a bright red, the smoke that wafted off of it did not smell like tobacco.

    "I like you. I'm gonna keep you safe," he announced, his lips splitting open in a wide grin that somehow managed to look a bit accidentally sinister. "You all seem to be going into that castle, listening to the rabbling. Now ain't you all just the luckiest lot of shit kickers on the Plain right now? Know why? Cause I'm gonna come too, because i think the book is in there. So!" He spun away from Stare just as Nevin gently pushed open the door. His face fell in disappointment for a moment. He had been expecting some abomination of an eldritch door guard, or ballista turrets, or maybe even some sort of blood sacrifice seal of some kind, but nothing. Shrugging, he started across their makeshift campsite with long strides of his tall legs, eating up distance rapidly. He tore off the shoddy jacket and threw it by the waning fire as he passed, revealing that he was wearing just a tattered vest that had been black many washes ago, and was now a dark gray, and a white collared shirt, the sleeves rolled to the elbows and dotted with many old, dark stains. Butcher stains.

    He didn't look back, didn't even arm himself as he crossed the threshold, only leaving behind a cloud of the harsh gray smoke behind him as castle's void swallowed him.
    Last edited by Slayer; 11-21-2017 at 07:52 PM.
    Bastards never die.

  6. #26
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    Stare's Avatar

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    Name
    Avis Tsakaka
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    16
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    Kenku / Tengu
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    Female
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    Corone
    "I like you. I'm gonna keep you safe."

    Her brows rose at that, but her hand curled around the papers all the same. Two pages, both crisp as if newly made, of so old that age had dried them sour. Her eyes glanced down quickly, looking at the scratchy, angled marks. 'Saraelian,' he had said. 'Primordial.'

    Do you know it? 'Primordial' would still suggest Althanas.

    Vitruvion was a master of many languages, even those of dead cultures. The idea of him knowing something that was ancient was highly likely.

    There was a pause. I believe so. My instincts thought ancient demonic and what he says is connected to ... the god in the back of her mind took a moment to get up from his seat in his private study and head through into the vast library of his home. He showed her images of the rows and rows of books, the endless possibilities. He said 'book'. More reason for you to enter the house itself. Go with him, his pale, sculpted hand with keen muscles slid along the spines of several brown, tattered times. Even if you split up, I can translate much of it.

    Stare breathed in and looked over to the intriguing man. He was already sauntering away, having said his piece. By the way he had looked at her he seemed intrigued, as if she was a new sight. It wasn't a surprise he had never seen her kind before. Most hadn't - kenku were very few and far between.

    Altogether he was a strong, knowing man - or being. Stare slipped into the aura sight for a moment and caught a glimpse of a chaotic personality and a dark, spiralling power that ... Well was sable black like that of demonic, but had an aged essence to it. Slowly she blinked, focusing in on him as he walked away, becoming as intrigued by him as he was by her.

    Run. He is walking away.

    Sucking in a breath through both beak and thin nostrils, nestled within the keratin, Stare began to run. Her clawed feet, with the shining steel claws as extra sharp attachments, scraped along the dusty ground. Her small knife and pack bumped against her back as she went, eager as she was.

    "Stare," she introduced herself, folding the papers now and sliding them inside her pouch. "If you get the book I'll see you outside after we-"

    And then there before them was the void between the doorposts. Whether the man had heard her, Stare was unsure, but he stepped right into the great darkness without hesitation. A pause and she considered herself, as indecision floated through her. Should she go in? Was it wise? Was there anything she had to do?

    Vitruvion was pouring over a book. A loose connection to him told her as such, as he flipped through pages. Pausing she knew he expected her to head straight in, and so she knew she must.

    After that minute pause the kenku nodded to herself, and then took the step. She strode, raised her head. Stepped.

    Into the castle of horrors.
    Crows: Old nursery rhyme "One for sorrow, Two for mirth, Three for a funeral, Four for birth, Five for heaven, Six for hell, Seven for the devil, his own self."

  7. #27
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    Nevin's Avatar

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    Nevin Aimaparapoiitis
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    {As of this point, everyone is now in the castle - if you didn't get a post in before, sorry!}


    Madison and Hyperion walked through the portal in step - one in search of knowledge, the other to help her dearest mistress. The gaping black abyss beyond the door swallowed them up as it had everyone else who cross its threshold. Bringing up the end of the back were the two who had been linked arm and arm as they walked and talked - Sketch and Ezra. The duo had stuttered a moment when their friend vanished, but had pressed on as others moved through the strange portal. Even walking through together, as soon as they reached the edge of the Black wall, they lost sight of each other -


    Dark shadows leech away from the eyes of the people who walked through the portal, letting their vision return to them. Stepping through the threshold had been like walking into thick black ink - it wrapped around you cutting off the outside world as you felt a wrenching, twisting motion across your entire body and a powerful tug in your gut - clear signs of spatial magic at work.

    The room that the assembled people found themselves in was about ornate grand hallway. Behind them was a smooth stone wall with tapestries hanging down - no sign of the door that they had come in through. The chamber was richly decorated with delicate wood tables with ornate flowerpots on top, and a series of stained glass windows on one wall let reddened moonlight shine in, accenting the fluttering flames that danced in decorative sconces.

    In front of the group, and half a story up above their heads, was a balcony that had am iron railing with a pattern of blooming flowers worked into the rails. Back beyond the edge of the rail, almost obscured from sight, was an ornate door - the only door anywhere to be seen in the grand entrance. The group was left to their own devices for only a few moments - long enough to see that there was no way out beyond that door above them, and that the interior of the castle was completely at odds with the exterior.

    Then there was a loud clapping, applause that drew their gaze up to the balcony l. Even for those who had been watching the spot, none would have seen the man appear - between one blink and the next he was just there. He was dressed in rich finery - an elegant black mantle sat atop a crisply pressed pure white shirt and a vivid red cravat sat in his throat. The man bower, sweeping a hand out to one side as he did so, showing that he wore pure white gloves that seemed to be leather, but not quite. His face was clearly aristocratic as he straightened back up - sharp, prominent nose and almost gaunt cheeks.

    "Welcome, welcome to my most humble abode. I am so pleased to see that there were so many richly qualified individuals tonight. You are not like the rest of that riff raff that has been coming sniffing around my home of late." The man's voice was rich, languid - and had a strange cadence, an unnatural rhythm that drew the ear, making one listen to him.

    "Oh yes, this group is most assuredly a cut above the other wastrels that have been occupying my attention of late. Ah, do forgive my rudeness. My name is Duke Edelweiss, the master of this castl. It is a pleasure to make the acquaintance of such fine, upstanding individuals." The smile that Edelweiss beamed down at the group was full of teeth that were entirely too sharp. He waved one hand, and a glowing reddish rune appeared, hanging in the air beside him.

    "Now I am a busy man, but I would be a terribly ungracious host it I did not have festivities planned for my guests. So then, a contest, between your fine peerage, and my staff and companions. In a moment, you will be whisked away, but before I do, the rules are simple. Whenever you end up, one of mine will be the bearer of one of these sigils. You simply need to collect the sigil to progress - and once enough are gathered, you can meet with me directly. If you desire, at that point, that is." Another sharp, hungry smile, and Edelweiss clapped sharply.

    Dark shadows sprang up from the ground, wrapping everyone in inky blackness once more. A sharp, powerful wrench - and the entrance hall was eerily quiet and empty.

    And we are split! Shortly individual threads will be coming up for people - you'll either be by yourself or with one other person. These gave been predetermined -
    when the thread goes up, I'll out who is in it in the initial post along with a description of the location. Keep an eye out!
    - "We are born of the blood, made men by the blood, undone by the blood; Fear the old blood."

    Nevin: Formal, thoughtful, nurturing, bearer of tropey tentacles.

    "More threads! More! Threads for the Crimson Thread King!"
    A member of the NevCrew:
    Nevin: Thread count: please, don't try.
    Erik: Thread count: five or six. Maybe seven...
    Huntsman: seven. Maybe eight. Shhhhhhh.
    Telli' thread count: zero. I just can't get into writing the little hellion.
    Ronnel: Not even approved yet.

  8. #28
    Ride The Lightning

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    Storm Veritas's Avatar

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