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| The Mask of Millenia | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: November 16, 2010, 12:12 am (135 Views) | |
| Nagato Yuki | November 16, 2010, 12:12 am Post #1 |
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Mask of Millenia OOC Ivan gave a sigh as he looked out the window of the small tavern and inn, sitting at a table in the dining room area. Outside the window the chilly landscape of southern Erebus stretched out; ivy green grass and, in the distance, a few forests of conifer trees. Sporadic patches of snow and ice lay amongst the blades of grass, and a cold breeze blew down this lonely and utterly desolate road. In years past, this road had been used as a trading path between Khador and Erebus, and this little inn had been doing a great business; but after war broke out between the two kingdoms--a war which had only just ended--there were no more traders coming down this path, and the inn fell into obscurity. Ivan and his companion, Marigold Thorne, were only staying here because this inn was also the only inn that was anywhere near the Ancient Lands--where, Ivan thought to himself, the Mask of Millenia awaited them. Suddenly remembering his companion with a jolt, Ivan briefly wondered where Marigold currently was. They would, after all, soon be leaving the safety of this remote, lonely inn to be making their way into the Ancient Lands--to face what perils, Ivan could only speculate for now. |
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| The Warlord | November 16, 2010, 1:25 am Post #2 |
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« This is beautiful… » « What is? » « I can see a bright blue sky and an endless green meadow. I see so many beautiful flowers, and the gentle wind is brushing my cheek. I can-” “You feel the wind?” “Y-yes, is th—“ Her words came to a halt as her gaze remained fixed in front of her; staring straight into the imaginary world the man had inadvertently created. The magician’s eyes squinted as he looked away, his hand being pressed against the top of her head. The faint purple light that was emanating from his hand had vanished as he let her go. The sitting woman fell to the ground with a big thump, a familiar red liquid dripping from her ears, mouth and her now red stained eyes. The male looked at the corpse and held both of his hands together as he began to recite a prayer in an old language. He had gone too far; all he wanted was to gain the truth from a sick farm woman. Her illness was easily remedied, but she had witnessed something that was of great importance. He wanted to see for himself as he made his way into her mind, and inside her memories. There was a miscalculation, or her frail body couldn’t handle the dose of magic. He had already wasted enough time here; the mask was waiting for him. He’d have to make do without her knowledge; looking through the mind of the deceased was useless. A dead brain is a useless brain. However, her death had just happened. Avernus’ body began to glow as he opened his hands above the body of the woman; the prayer having shifted into a magical incantation. Her body began to glow as it was lifted into the air, the blood and her other bodily fluid dripping from her orifices. She was levitating a few inches and slowly brought down to her bare feet. Her head, and arms hanged in front of her as the magician kept his gaze toward her. He continued incanting and it stopped. The old woman looked up at Avernus with a blank empty stare as she breathed heavily through her mouth. A ghoul: a soulless body with enough brain capacity to understand simple commands and keep the most basic of organs up and running. The magician stepped forward, his hands glowing as he felt her cheek, mouth and covered her eyes. He was cleaning her up, repairing any damage that fall may have caused. Ghouls were useless soldiers; but they were ideal for getting rid of corpses. The magician covered her up, and led her out of the room. He was staying at an inn that was just at the outskirts of the ancient lands. The woman lived in a farm nearby, but he wasn’t sending her there. They walked out of the Inn; merely looking like a son and his weakened mother heading out. “Walk” He pointed a direction, and the ghoul obeyed, heading straight for the wilderness. Her body will either collapse due to lack of proper nutrition, or the animals will jump her first, either way she was out of his hair. He walked back in the Inn and sat at the bar. “What’ll it be?” The weary old innkeeper asked. “Beer” He said plainly as he placed a small sack filled with gold pieces on the counter. The innkeeper didn’t hesitate to get this customer his drink along with some inquiries. “You here to die in trying to get that magic mask?” The innkeeper snorted having seen a lifetime’s worth of travelers hoping and yearning to get their hands on the Mask of Millenia. Why else would anyone want to stay at his Inn but to follow a wicked children’s fairy tale? “The Mask of Millenia” Avernus simply said. “I won’t die, not until I fulfilled my purpose” Avernus said coldly as he drank his mug. |
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King of Wackatopia: "I'll guarantee your safety, give you meaning, give you knowledge and something to believe in for the low cost of your personal freedom." Fang: "Look at you, you're gorgeous, you're beautiful, and when i look into your beautiful eyes all I see is this magnificent elegant creature, full of grace, full of strength. You're mesmerizing. You're intoxicating. I want you near me. I want to indulge you." Ryan: "If my survival means the death of innocents, then so be it" Kyliden: "This one is strong. He's brave and takes what he needs. He's a better werewolf then i could ever wish to be." Diego: "I can't control what i feel, querida mia. This spark will become a big lively fire. It will consume me, it will consume you and everyone around us, and once nothing is left, new life will spring eternal." Wade: "She made me love her before she sired me. She wanted a companion, a friend, a lover to indulge her throughout the centuries. Her demise filled me with emptiness; she was to give me a purpose and now I'm alone." | |
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| Vyte | November 18, 2010, 10:28 am Post #3 |
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Millenia was just leaving the room she had spent the night in. She was a bit disappointed, the place was just a shadow of its former prosperous self. The room looked run down and it was way too freezing for her to get a good night sleep. And this inn was supposed to be so clean and cozy... she sighed. Well, I guess I shouldn't have expected more. The woman was mildly aware of that fact that the war had just recently ended, but she expected this place to be more lively. Merchants are usually the first ones to open up new trade routes as soon as they're available, but apparently this hasn't happened yet. After locking the door, Millenia clenched the key in her palm and fixed the strap of her small traveling bag that was about to slip from her shoulder before heading to the staircase. While heading down, every second step or so cracked softly under her feet till she finally reached the bottom of the stairs. She looked around. The dining room are was relatively empty, Millenia could probably count the travelers and customers on her fingers... A sad sight for the owner, she decided and approached the bar. "Morning, Miss. What can I get you?" the innkeeper appeared in front of her as soon as he finished tending to other customers. "Morning," she smiled charmingly and placed the keys on the bar. "Can I get some hot tea, please?" "Sure thing," the innkeeper took the keys and slipped them into one of many little pockets on his apron before heading to the kitchen for boiled water. |
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| That Butler | March 18, 2011, 2:16 am Post #4 |
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