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Fantasy / Re: The (M)onster of Solith
« on: March 31, 2020, 11:19:40 PM »
Ah, there it was. The tough answer that Volanare was going to have to fix. How on earth was he meant to approach this and convince the monster without angering it that he couldn't come back to Solith? Being wordy wasn't going to work, he was quickly learning, nor was being quick and sly like he had with the Andari going to. No, he'd have to be blunt. To the point.

"You can't," he said between bites of rabbit meat. So much for his order to only drink soups for a day's time. "Solith will not welcome you back. You and I must part ways."

Sci Fi / Re: The New World [m]
« on: March 31, 2020, 10:27:07 PM »
By the time Lyra had finished washing up, Namir had finished speaking to the two scouts in the hideout. They promised to set up a mile trail going northeast, while Lyra and Namir actually headed northwest towards Snowbound. They then intended to hunker down while the Council swept through the area, on their mad hunt for their missing doctor.

"You be careful out there," the first scout warned as Namir turned away, looking to Lyra as she approached. "Both of you."

"You too," Namir said. She then fully turned her attention to Lyra, casting a quick once-over of the slight woman before nodding in approval. "You nearly ready to head out? I'm gonna get my shit packed and we'll go."

Fantasy / Re: The (M)onster of Solith
« on: August 05, 2019, 11:44:48 PM »
Volanare quickly set the rabbit's skin down and passed his hand over it, speaking a charm. Like magic, it shriveled slightly, and the fresh gore disappeared into a freshly tanned hide that could easily be sold for gold. He rolled it up and put it in his bag, before turning back to the skinned corpse and performing another spell on it. The meat burst into a flash of fire, and when it dissipated a moment later, it was thoroughly cooked. He tore into it, starving after so much magic use.

"Ready to get back home," he decided after a moment's consideration. Which meant he would need to speak to Rikerg soon if he wanted to part ways from him. "What will you do once we reach the camp?" he decided to venture, before he started asking the tough questions that he was sure the monster would not like. "Since your duty helping me has ended."

Fantasy / Re: The (M)onster of Solith
« on: August 05, 2019, 04:46:04 AM »
Morning came with birdsong and a red sun, and Volanare awoke long after dawn, stirring from his sleep reluctantly. The bundle of blankets and fire were still inviting and warm, and he had to remind himself that he was currently a fugitive and would need to get moving soon if he hoped to return to Solith by nightfall and declare his victory over Andariel.

He sat up rather quickly after that thought passed his mind, and he gasped a little, as if startled from the embrace of slumber. The snow and monster nearby reminded him that everything had really occurred, that he had emptied his magic reserves to call a storm down upon Andariel, and that now he could return with proof of his innocence. Perhaps Solith would need to be talked down, but he knew he could manage somehow to regain their favor after all of this.

"Morning," he said to Rikerg as he calmed down, rubbing his hands together for warmth and pulling on a pair of lined gloves from his bag. He spotted the deceased rabbits, and got up at last, pulling his boots on and stretching himself out for the day's journey.

"We really did make it to the border," he said. "We made excellent time." The mage picked up one of the rabbits, and took his knife to its corpse to prepare it for cooking, one of the things magic was simply not well suited to do. "How are you?" he added in afterthought to Rikerg.

Fandom / Re: Redemption for a beast (Yautjan)
« on: August 05, 2019, 04:32:32 AM »
Vol kept quiet through the whole series of events, accompanying John to and through the hospital, providing--what he hoped was--a silent comfort despite the secrets he knew about John's past that he would not and could not share.

He was sitting in a chair by the window, on his phone and silently monitoring the police scanner for anything interesting, when John spoke at last. Vol looked up, setting his phone aside for a moment and fixing John with his full attention.

"You saw people in lab coats when you attacked those robbers?" he asked. "That's... odd."

Sci Fi / Re: The New World [m]
« on: August 05, 2019, 04:28:37 AM »
Namir got up as soon as she woke Lyra, leaving her to either get up or doze back off, and went to wash herself up with a rag and the small stream in the back of the cave. Dirt and soot washed out of her hair, and she pinned it up into a bun once she was done, wishing for proper soap but knowing it could wait until they got to Cliffside Station. By the time she returned, Lyra had clearly sat up, and was in the process of getting dressed and eating breakfast.

The assassin was observant. And she saw the frenzy with which Lyra covered her scars--scars Namir had already seen--and the attempted diversion. Her eyes lingered for only a moment, before she pretended she hadn't seen anything and nodded with a warm smile.

"We should be," she said. "As much as I want to afford us an extra day here, with the General after you... I refuse to give him any opportunity to discover this place." She had left her suit unzipped from the sternum up, and fixed it, zipping it back to her throat and beginning the process of packing up. "I'm going to talk to the scouts who're here and ask them to set up a false trail, just in case, if they can. We'll see."

Fantasy / Re: The (M)onster of Solith
« on: July 30, 2019, 02:40:00 AM »
"Sounds amazing," Volanare said past a yawn, brushing his hands together and muttering a spell to cleanse them of blood and dirt. He grabbed his bedroll and blankets and forced himself to lay them out, compelled by the cold of night, and he curled up beneath them into a small bundle.

Tomorrow, he would deal with sending the creature away. Rikerg would likely protest, but would he protest to the point of anger? Would he respect Volanare's wishes? He got the feeling he would not, but perhaps he could lie and say he would be back once he had spoken to the Solithians. Although when he did not return that could trigger another slaughter....

This was a problem for tomorrow, he decided.

"Goodnight, Rikerg," he mumbled, falling asleep hard and fast.

Fantasy / Re: The (M)onster of Solith
« on: July 30, 2019, 01:48:47 AM »
Volanare did his best to stay awake through the whole ride, clutching to the bloody monster's clothes like his life depended upon it despite the weakness of his grip. Time would give him back his magic, but his strength would need to be returned by rest and food. It was a lot to manipulate the aether the way he did, and he was feeling the toll for his meddling in the fabric of the earth.

When at last they stopped, Volanare swore he could hear the river, and he slid off gratefully, his body sore from riding creature-back for so long. It was almost uncomfortable how used he was getting in so short a time to the monster's presence. Their partnership would come to an end soon, hopefully, along with the bloodshed. If he was very lucky, Andariel would surrender in fear of another attack at the heart of their camp.

He shook his head, grabbing up the branches and throwing them into a haphazard pile before snapping his fingers. They erupted in a warm and bright flame, and Volanare sat on its edge with a deep sigh of exhaustion.

"I'm going to sleep forever," he decided. "Well past dawn. Then... then I'll go to Solith."

Fantasy / Re: The (M)onster of Solith
« on: July 30, 2019, 12:51:58 AM »
Volanare could not help it--he grinned at the compliment, smug and a touch flattered by the monster's assessment. Having worked under the mage commander for months, it was with great pride he could say his spells outmatched the commander's. Someday, he hoped, he'd be powerful enough to lay waste like that again without being drained at all. Someday.

"We should keep going," he said, though he was clearly exhausted from the spell. When he got up, it was stiffly, and he stumbled to keep on his feet. Still, he grabbed Rikerg's shoulder and pulled himself up with great effort onto his back. "Keep going north. We should camp as close to the river as we can."

Fantasy / Re: The (M)onster of Solith
« on: July 30, 2019, 12:23:16 AM »
Volanare froze in surprise when Rikerg offered him the Andariel sash from the commanding mage--such a nice group of people, and what a shame it was they had been on the wrong side. He took it almost reverently, looking it over with his bloodied hands and fingering the golden crest with his thumb. It bore the royal symbol, the rank of a commander, and the crest of the Andari Mage's Guild. This... this would be solid proof of his achievement tonight.

He was startled further when Rikerg offered him something else--and he couldn't fight back the bewildered smile as he took back his Solithian crest and repinned it to his robes. It was almost a sigh of relief, proof that he still remained a blood-born citizen of Solith.

"Thank you," he said, and promptly sat down in the snow with an exhausted sigh. "That was... that was a very draining spell."

Looking for More / Re: Searching for partners
« on: July 29, 2019, 11:49:48 PM »

Fantasy / Re: The (M)onster of Solith
« on: July 29, 2019, 11:46:05 PM »
Hobbled as he was, Volanare stumbled forward, searching the remains of one of the dead mages for the blinding beacon of evil magic that called out to him--the suppressor. He took it, stashing it in his robes, and looked up at the sound of footsteps.

Volanare was unexpectedly grateful to see Rikerg come barreling through the chaos to his side, beckoned by his call, and gladly took refuge on the creature's arm and back as he fled the scene of their destruction. The Andari would forever think again before accepting traitors from Solith, just as it should be. Like Volanare would have ever betrayed his country. His only regret was that he had lost his crest in the forest as part of his show, but another could be found.

"We did it!" he cried out, sounding for the first time happy since the trouble in Solith's camp. "We destroyed them! We killed them good!" He reached down, ruffling the bloody strands of hair that topped Rikerg's head almost affectionately. He could keep the creature under his command for a little longer before he left for Solith again, he supposed.

"Okay," he finally said. "Put me down."

Fandom / Re: Redemption for a beast (Yautjan)
« on: July 29, 2019, 11:38:42 PM »
The EMT was joined by a second one, and together they started to wheel John out, gently putting pressure on his chest to have him lay down and rest as they escorted him to a second ambulance. Among the crowd, the police officers were busy calming patrons, taking statements, and examining the scene.

"It was Lucifer," one of the clerks said. "He saved us."

"He nearly killed us," a customer said.

Vol walked with John, forcing himself to tune out the chatter and talk of the victims, and focused instead on his injured roommate. He was showing signs again of his memory affecting him... why had he charged into battle? It had saved Lucifer's life, but Vol couldn't deny he was unhappy he had risked himself so. What if it had forced Beastblood out?

"I went to hide and call 911," he said, simply.

Sci Fi / Re: The New World [m]
« on: July 29, 2019, 11:31:08 PM »
Namir did not go to bed at the same time as Lyra, instead leaving her be to return to the campsite of the two men who had set up camp on the other side of the hideout, to catch up and share stories with them. She told them nothing about Lyra, only that she still needed to get by Shad, and they winced in unison at the thought.

"Miss the days before Shad," the older man said. "But if he don't get the job done, no one will."

"The days before Shad were rife with betrayal," the younger man reminded him. "But yeah. He's something."

"Not in disagreement at all," Namir said.

They offered what they had scouted out to her, and she in turn warned them that the Council was hyper active right now due to her activities. They made note to warn away anyone who came near Hillside to go no further without caution.

After they shared some bread and butter--a rare privilege these days--and warning them of Lyra's nightmares, Namir returned to her camp, gathering everything into a backpack stashed in her locked crate and resupplying herself properly for the journey. As well, she found a second bag, a knapsack, and set it next to Lyra's few belongings along with a paper-wrapped slice of bread with butter.

When she crawled into bed, it was with relief, and Namir sunk into sleep soon after her head hit the pillow, aware of Lyra's tossing but glad that she at least seemed to be avoiding the worst of the nightmares. In her sleep, Namir gravitated to the warmth that was Lyra's side, and when she awoke, it was next to the doctor, sleeping bags pressed together and savoring what heat Hillside and the camp had to offer.

Namir rolled over, putting space between them, and blew a breath out to dislodge some hair from her lips. She sat up stiffly and with a groan, stretching and yawning widely before she reached over and tapped on Lyra's shoulder.

"Wake up, Lyra," she said sleepily. "'S morning."

Fantasy / Re: The (M)onster of Solith
« on: July 26, 2019, 09:58:13 AM »
The chaos had begun, and Andariel began to pay for their twelve years of war, for taking the life of his brother, and Volanare could not have been more pleased.

He grabbed his staff of augmentation as the screams began and Rikerg rampaged, an unstoppable force of nature. With time short before people would grab up their weapons, he focused his energy into the staff and began to mutter under his breath. In the aether the lines and strings of the world began to contort, and he closed his eyes to focus on what he needed to be focused on: the flow of magic in his veins, the sweet taste of destruction magic upon his lips, and the power that built in his frame.

Thunder rolled across the sky again, and when Volanare at last lifted his hand and spoke his final word, he unleashed the power he had collected, mere seconds short before he was spotted and ambushed.

Lightning split the sky open, a hundred bolts spearing from the clouds and into the camp, attaching to flag poles and swords and armor and catching fire to everything it touched. Immediately after thunder exploded through the camp, undoubtedly enough to burst eardrums and shatter glass, and even send tents out of the ground and tumbling through the air. It was a catastrophe of power, and Volanare could never have been happier in his life than to gain this revenge upon Andariel.

Once the magic was cast however, he found himself drained of energy, and he struggled to stay standing, digging the staff into the ground and leaning into it.

"Rikerg!" he called, deafened by his own magic.

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