"I don't want to see the world end. I just don't want there to be any more pain." -Shelke, DoC
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Re: The Abhorsens House (third loc)(RPG 2) « Reply #80 on Apr 1, 2008, 11:32am »
((Sorry! ><;; School had me tied up. Then the flu did. And then the hospital did. And then the...ugh, you catch my drift. And uhm...yes, it kinda did address Auralius...but feel free to just have him walk out of there or something. As for the joint post...I know I've been lax on it lately. Schoolwork's been a pain in the batard...I'll have it in as soon as possibe. I the mean time, we can get grim to the house. And horray for new people! Tell them I said welcome!))
The outcome was only to be expected, Stray told himself, when considering his own ineptitude.
Stray managed to maintain his composure long enough to walk out of the Abhorsen’s room, close the door behind him, and take a few steps. When he finally found himself out of eyesight and earshot of anyone, he suddenly found that the storm he felt was building inside of him had turned into a cold, slow cyclone inside his chest, a frozen thing that would not, at the moment, allow itself to be released. Swallowing, he tucked his emotions into a snug and angry corner, and resolved to simply walk.
His feet did not lead him far. After slipping silently through a doorway, he found himself in a strangely disproportionate room. It took him a moment to realize that this was caused by the uncommon way the light fell about the circular shape of the walls. He would have left instantly had he not drawn in a deep breath at that moment. The yellow-like smell that greeted him was abrupt and pacifying, and—familiar...
Paper...
Stray blinked. For a moment, he was met with a distant memory of a great rain of folded white paper, back-lit by an invisible source. He wandered into the room, breathing in deeply the smell of books and aged parchment. His daydream was interrupted, as per usual, rather quickly, but this time by a rigid figure eyeing the open pages of a book. Timidly, Stray approached, attempting to make his footfalls rather obvious so as not to startle the man.
“Master Auralius?” he said hoarsely as he approached. “You seem pale...is something the matter?”
=== From the instant Stray had left the room, Tal regretted the exchange; he let out such heavy sigh, it seemed to be the force that caused him to collapse backward onto his bed. He raised a hand to his furrowed face and massaged the skin between his eyebrows. “damnit” was all that he could manage to say.
He glanced at the ring with a new disdain as it sat in his palm, pale and foreign against his callused skin. His growing distaste for it was intensified as he ran his finger over the engraving once again.
“I know Fiction...and he’s old, too old to have survived only on magic...”
He nudged the ring over with the small finger of his other hand. Absently he glanced out of his window to the grounds below.
“This was Khaliel’s...”
Tal’s eyes narrowed. A movement outside the window tore his attention from Stray’s echoing words. Without hesitating, Tal grabbed his bandoleer and, hoisting it over his head, he exited the room.
((Hey Via, I'll post as Fiction next. I have to finish a paper thats a day late right now and I can't expand on what we already have. Same with the mordicant, grim. I'll have them in asap.))
« Last Edit: Apr 1, 2008, 11:41am by Solar Haven »
Ajumdum (noun, verb): 1. An object that has little favor in Solar Haven's eyes. 2. Synonymous with "Via, pay attention to me!" 3. A sound that Solar Haven makes just because.
Re: The Abhorsens House (third loc)(RPG 2) « Reply #81 on Apr 1, 2008, 4:04pm »
Auralius.
When Stray approached, Auralius slammed the book shut so hard that a couple of loose papers puffed out and the binding creaked threateningly. Oh no oh no oh no "Uh... No. No, nothing's wrong..- Just reading. Ha! Books are fun!" Auralius said, hoping he didn't sound completely mad. His heart was fluttering so rapidly in his chest he was sure that he was about to have a heart attack. And then he realized that it was quite possible that he could have a heart attack, and he sat down hard on the floor, and then lay down, taking deep breaths. What the ritual would have looked like to stray, he didn't consider. I can't die before I show the abhorsen- Having a duty had always made things easier for Auralius. Presently he closed his eyes, trying to ignore the panic clawing it's way up his throat like a rabid panther. Stray was the one person- no, one of the two people- he couldn't talk to about this. Couldn't breathe even a word. Or a name. His heart beat faster just at the thought, and he whispered, rather faintly, "Lord Stray, The Abhorsen, where is... where is he?" he clambered to his feet as if that would shake the panther back down into his belly. And for a moment it did, the movement firming his resolve. I'm in over my head now. "There's a... thing. I have to show him a thing. I-" he held the book closer to his body and then all of the sudden eyed the bemused Stray with a dangerous little shot of realisation. "Stray" he said, suddenly stepping a pace closer. He hadn't had much reason to address Stray thought the trip, but he usually stuck some formal mode of address in front. Usually. His eyes narrowed "You spend a lot of time with Tara, don't you?"
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Re: The Abhorsens House (third loc)(RPG 2) « Reply #82 on Apr 3, 2008, 11:21am »
Tal-Ora
The mordicant screamed as it's arm was encased in the freezing ice and then even louder when Tal spoke the final master mark and clicked his fingers, causing the ice (and the arm) to shatter into a hundred pieces. The spell left him feeling slightly drained so he allowed Ora to take over again. Ora lifted the sword again, trying to ignore the pain in his shoulder. The Mordicant, now over the pain and filled with rage once more, swung its remaining clawed hand at his face. Ora ducked under the blow and aimed a kick at where he hoped the Mordicant's knee was. The Mordicant dropped down onto one knee and Ora lifted the sword once again to aim a decapitating blow at the Mordicant "This is the end for you!" he shouted.
Grim's words of wisdom: "Never sweat the petty things and never pet the sweaty things" "The past is the past, stop trying to change it and embrace your future" "When your world comes crashing down, embrace that which matters most"
"I don't want to see the world end. I just don't want there to be any more pain." -Shelke, DoC
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Re: The Abhorsens House (third loc)(RPG 2) « Reply #83 on Apr 28, 2008, 12:24am »
((My poor dear Stray, slipping from my hold and sliding away from me ;_; Don’t worry, Stray, mummy will get a good grip on your character again and remember how to play you...someday. *Cries*))
The sound of the book echoed through the room like a palm across a face, and Stray took a startled pace backward. The angry sound of the slamming pages was still echoing through his body like a latent cringe when he watched, bewildered, as Auralius began to...panic?
Stray blinked, inclining his head to the left as though studying an ancient artifact. Auralius’s attempt to pretend he was not hiding something was intriguingly artless. Frowning in concern, Stray took a breath to remind the frazzled man not to worry, that bound creatures are always kept in the dark, that it would be insolent and uppity of one to want not to be. But it didn’t come out. Something about the futileness of Auralius’s act muted him, bothered him. Offended him.
But he was suddenly forced to shove aside of his snarl of undefined emotion when Auralius seemed to collapse. Confused and rattled, he knelt beside the panting man, wondering if he was having a heart attack. Guilt seized Stray suddenly, and he looked nervously towards the door. “A-are you...I can...wait, I’ll go get...uhm...” his incescent stammering died, and Stray hurried to his own feet in order to provide room for the Setter, who was staggering to his feet.
Stray, relieved, that Auralius Wolfhane had not just died in his presence, bowed his head and tried to make his wings look small. “T-the Abhorsen is...”
He stopped in mid-sentence as a smatter of something dangerous bolted Auralius’s eyes toward his own.
“Stray.” Oh, no. Despite his lack of comfort with being addressed with undeserved tittles, Stray knew the absence of one at the moment was no result of previous request.
“You spend a lot of time with Tara, don't you?"
The Setter was no longer panicking. Something else had settled in his eyes—something that vaguely reminded Stray of how Fiction looked when he was frightened. It was a piercing look that had always reminded Stray of his place, one in which his most basic gestures such as a nod or a smile were no more expressed as they were divulged.
Step one: Stop.
Step two: Avert your eyes. This usually pleases them.
Step four: Stall and try to find out why he is angry.
“I...” he paused, trying to choose his words carefully. “I have spoken with her recently, if that’s what you mean,” Stray finished slowly.
A rush of envy nearly broke his act.
The only reason the Setter was so terrible at pretending he had nothing to hide was because he was allowed to be.
((Tsk, tsk, tsk, Stray.... Grim, I'm REALLY sorry, I had intended on putting the Mordicant in after this post, but it's 130 in the morning and I have field observations to attend tomorrow.... Speaking of which...you kinda took control of it in that last post...didn't we agree that I was NPCing it? ::scratches head:: I have to say, I'm a little confused.))
« Last Edit: Apr 28, 2008, 9:09pm by Solar Haven »
Ajumdum (noun, verb): 1. An object that has little favor in Solar Haven's eyes. 2. Synonymous with "Via, pay attention to me!" 3. A sound that Solar Haven makes just because.
Re: The Abhorsens House (third loc)(RPG 2) « Reply #84 on Apr 28, 2008, 3:10am »
Auralius.
Auralius eyed Stray suspiciously. It could have been some sort of plot. But Stray always seemed so... subservient. Setter felt a little twist of guilt as Strays eyes dropped and he looked vaguely confused and miserable. "Uh-" he was a little thrown off, startled by how much Stray reminded him of himself, when he was young and confused and in the army. It was completely different, he knew. He'd chosen to be in the army. It had seemed a good idea at the time. Stray hadn't chosen his bound life at all. He was a slave. Auralius really had no right to treat him like this- he didn't even know why Stray was bound. Auralius suddenly felt terrible, remembering vividly the scene outside the tunnel. Stray had actually cried a little. The softening of Auralius's pale blue eyes was obvious; they lost all the chill of his own fear as he regarded Stray. There was no pity there, but there was sympathy. "I just... look, uh, don't look so, I mean" Auralius began to stutter rather pathetically, and thumped Stray on the shoulder in an awkward sort of comforting way. He'd never quite learnt how to deal with men- even in the army he'd always been considered slightly prissy. "I'm just... Stray, if Tara was a bad person, you'd tell someone, wouldn't you?" he asked awkwardly, jumping right in in a rush, so that Stray would understand that he wasn't being threatened, or punished. As if I'd have the stomach to punish anyone. Auralius just didn't have a mean bone in his body. Even the thought of unnecessary violence made him ever so slightly queasy, as if he was more like his father then he ever wanted to be. "If she... you know... wanted to kill the Abhorsen, for example- If she did. I'm not saying she does. I mean, of course she doesn't. But... if she told you anything that made you think that maybe she was... well, evil you'd want us to know, right? You know that, if she threatened you, we'd protect you? Lord Fiction and the Abhorsen and me. If she told you anything?" He patted Stray a tiny bit on the shoulder comfortingly, as if expecting him to crumple into tears complaining of molestation or something. You might as well just give him the book! What did you just DO? He... just looked so pathetic though! And he's harmless, surely...? Shiners Above. "Just... speaking rhetorically, y'know, Son?"
((Tsk, tsk, tsk, Stray.... Grim, I'm REALLY sorry, I had intended on putting the Mordicant in after this post, but it's 130 in the morning and I have field observations to attend tomorrow.... Speaking of which...you kinda took control of it in that last post...didn't we agree that I was NPCing it? ::scratches head:: I have to say, I'm a little confused.))
((I'm really sorry Solar, I guess I just got a little impatient, I'm not gonna kill him yet though))
Tal&Ora
"This is the end for you" Ora shouted, but before he could complete the finishing blow a searing pain exploded in his chest making him drop his sword. He clutched at his chest No, not now he thought We need more time The strain was getting to be too much, if they didn't finish the Mordicant quickly then...neither of them wanted to think about what could happen. As the pain faded he realised that he had fallen to his knees and so, suddenly exhausted, dizzy and gasping for air he pushed himself back onto his feet and gripped the handle of his sword.
Looking around he couldn't see and sign of the Mordicant. He could sense it, like a cramp in his stomach, but he couldn't see it. Where has it gon? Behind? Above? Below? He couldn't tell, he just knew it was close, ready and waiting to attack him. And what was that noise he could hear? It sounded like laughter. Sick, twisted, evil laughter. Coming from above. Ora looked skywards to see the Mordicant diving down at him like before. "You won't get me again with that move" he taunted, or so he thought. He sidestepped all too slowly and the remaining claws or the Mordicant ripped cleanly through the armour of his chest plate and some of the flesh underneath. He staggered backwards, feeling the blood flow freely from his shoulder and now his chest. He had to finish this soon otherwise they'd definately be dead, whether it be from blood loss, the exhausting strain of having two souls in one body or just simply being eaten.
(Much better)
« Last Edit: May 2, 2008, 8:47am by grimlockking »
Grim's words of wisdom: "Never sweat the petty things and never pet the sweaty things" "The past is the past, stop trying to change it and embrace your future" "When your world comes crashing down, embrace that which matters most"
"I don't want to see the world end. I just don't want there to be any more pain." -Shelke, DoC
Joined: Dec 2006 Posts: 79 Location: Atlantis
Re: The Abhorsens House (third loc)(RPG 2) « Reply #86 on Apr 28, 2008, 9:07pm »
((Impatient? Grim, I'm not sure I like this. We agreed that I'd be NPCing the mordicant, which meant that she was mine for the time being, and taking control of other's characters is against the rules of play. It's alright, but if you didn't want me NPCing her, then all you had to do was ask me, I'd have happily let you control her. She's an NPC after all. ::sigh:: Well, since you don't want me NPCing her, she's guess she's all yours; go ahead and play out the battle. Stray will be out to help when he's ready, but things are going slow, so I don't know how soon that'll be.))
« Last Edit: Apr 28, 2008, 9:40pm by Solar Haven »
Ajumdum (noun, verb): 1. An object that has little favor in Solar Haven's eyes. 2. Synonymous with "Via, pay attention to me!" 3. A sound that Solar Haven makes just because.
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