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» The Tree of Light - Rift Presence - 12-19-2017
Welcome to the first Tree of Light of the Rift!
The rules are simple, decorate the tree with something of meaning (don’t worry, you’ll get it back! :D) and offer a little wish/prayer to the Matron’s in the front! The first gift from the tree is for all those that have a companion from the Helovia transfer – your companion sickness is now healed! Feel free to display this in any way, as if breaking the bubble the talking resumes or whichever creative way you see fit! It’s not just in the bubble either, it’s completely healed! Second, in the OOC part of your post, please choose what kind of wish/gifts your character would like! This can be anything from a new item to fixing a mutation that's either physical or on your magic! There will be rolls to see what you get that include other secret gifts, so feel free to toss a few things out you might like. Have fun and happy holidays <3 The next post will be on December 26th! RE: » The Tree of Light - Roscorro - 12-20-2017 Glass half empty, glass half full. Well either way you, won't be going thirsty. Count your blessing not your flaws. Did he understand what was going on, no. But the joy and warmth that touched his soul when he felt the Matron's call was irritable for the soft hearted beast. A beckoning from those of the rift as they showed their gratitude to those who had brought a bit of light back into their realm. Though Roscorro didn't feel that he deserved such praise, or any form of present. All he had done was appear before this world's god. He had really just been following Gwyn. Yet he had been gifted a light of Hope. This Piece of Hope was to be shared with others, though the stallion did not know how to go about doing such a thing. Even though he was clueless, he would try to help save this world. Every little bit count, right? He wanted to believe in Kaos, because Kiada believed in him. Because he had taken a step forward in asking for their help and sharing the light he had found instead of coveting it. He wanted to believe that there was a god out there that actually cared about those within their realm. Only time would show whether or not his faith was well founded. Never before had he stepped foot within the land of this towering tree. Never before had he seen in snow in a bubble while the rest of the world burned with heat. With a childlike curiosity the stallion entered within, bracing for the sudden bite of the cold. He was delighted to find that though it was cold, it was not nearly as harsh as the freeze he had faced when entering this land. The sensation of warmth and safety fell over him like a comforting blanket. Though the rift was dangerous, here they were safe. Able to enjoy themselves for a time. He let out a laugh of wonder, looking back where he had come to see the heat dancing upon the air. His wing shifted, his feathers ruffling in amusement and awe. "Incredible!" He breathed, his eyes resting on the Matron. "This is amazing." He approached the tree in a reverent manner, unsure of what he was to give. Or if he even wanted to. Did he really want a gift that he felt that he did not deserve? His eyes met the gentle gaze of the eldest Matron and his doubts faded. If he truly gave of himself, then he would be deserving. Reaching up with his claws he undid a small charm from his mane. Holding it gently in his paw he smiled down at it. It had been a gift from the mare that had raised him, and was very dear to him. He offered it as his gift, his only valued possession. He offered a quiet prayer before stepping away. talk talk talk Roscorro image credit to Azteca @deviantart.com OOC: Rosco is a dork and is happy the way he is (or at least he doesn't really ponder about what he wants much). If possible could his mutation of heated blood be restored? Other then that throw random gifts at him! RE: » The Tree of Light - K'yarie - 12-20-2017 It was strange, being invited by the Loricatrunc to come before the great tree. What was even stranger was that they had taken the trouble to transform the world before her into a winter paradise and proceed to offer gifts. Of course, this was all a result of the Pieces of Hope being spread forth among the world. Brought to them by their nightmarish god. It was strange. Which made it completely normal within the Rift. She was still cautious about Kisamoa, unwilling to place her trust in him or turn her back upon him. He was trying to bring light back to the rift. But he was a creation of different gods. Gods that had held their own opinions and agendas. A creature born from chaos. Therefore chaos was his nature. But she would go along with it. He honestly seemed to be trying. What harm was there in playing along and seeing where it went? Plus he had given her a beautiful light of hope. She wondered if it would die should she not share it? Though she hadn't found anyone to share it with anyways. She needn't worry about that for the moment. For now she would focus on receiving a gift from these grateful Matrons. But unlike Roscorro she had no item to give.
As she entered the wintery scene, she pondered what she could give. She knew it had to be a meaningful gift. Something told her that they would not accept any old items tossed into their hands. As she moved six stars seemed to grow brighter, larger as they danced upon her pelt. Like shooting stars these glowing orbs rushed forward as if they intended to break free of her skin. And break free they did. With not so much as a sound the six orbs lifted from her body, drifting away from her in all directions as they changed color. Ever now and again one would let off a loud bang as it turned green. K'yarie frowned inwardly, irritated with how the Rift had chosen to mutate her vanity magic. As the orbs circled her those with a connection to spirit would hear them whispering in strange gibberish. Not the normal gibberish of an ancient tongue, true unintelligible words. She knew what she would offer to their hosts. Stepping forward with a graceful, swaying gate. K'yarie gave a small bow as she urged one of her glowing spheres towards the eldest Matron. They were all she had, and she cared for them. These orbs had been her company on long, lonely nights. Lighting her way in the darkness. Now their connection was gone and they were nothing more than raving balls of gas. But still, they were a part of her. Would it be enough to receive of a gift in return? talk talk talk talk still, the flowers open as she passes and the birds they sing to greet her though she heaves blood. there is grace in a steeple collapsing. K'yarie OOC: Gifts for K'yarie. >>Her orbs restored to their original state. Glowing orbs, like gaseous stars that change their subtle hues, float around her. Lighting her way at night. It is said that those who have a connection to the realm of spirits can hear faint whispers, in an ancient tongue, coming from the orbs. Only K'yarie can understand what they speak. When not in use they disappear into the starry sky that is her body. The largest and oldest of these floating stars posses names and seem to possess personalities. >>Purple and white, self wielding beads that can wiz around in the air and attack and pierce a target (like a bullet of sorts? They are the size of olden days shot). When not in use they rest in her mane and tail like decorations. RE: » The Tree of Light - Ruwin - 12-20-2017 Ruwin Was he entirely trusting of the situation that unfolded before him? No. He had never know the Matrons to be so welcoming and warm. Let alone offering gifts to those within this world. Then again, he had never been addressed by a makeshift god and given a light that filled him with hope before. Perhaps for once he could trust that ill would not come from this experience? With mechanical wings folded uselessly at his side, the lone stallion entered the bubble and stood before the ancient tree. It had been sometime since he had ventured into these parts. Some time indeed. Eyes resting on the tree, so tenderly decorated for the festivities, Watcher hung back. He allowed K'yarie and the dragon-horse to step forward and offer their own gifts. Waiting to see if the Matron would suddenly lash out. But peace reigned within the bubble of winter.
He had to admit that it was nice to escape the infernal heat. The cool air was refreshing as it kissed his skin. Crystal blue eyes watched the world around him, reflecting the sparkling light of the snow. Gifts had been promised as a sign of gratitude, yet they were still required to present their own item to these guardians. Somehow that did not add up in his mind and he gave an incredulous smirk. Still he stood on the outskirt of the merry scene, still unwilling to approach. He remained even after the others stepped back, alive and unharmed. Did he really want to play along? Ah, what the heck. He thought with a shrug. Might as well give it a go. He knew exactly what he treasured, and that it was required for this exchange. Snow crunching underfoot, the stallion approached the eldest Matron. Reaching down he unhooked one of his precious machine from his harness. The little spider-like machine made no complaint as he presented it to the elder. He already had in mind what he wanted in return as he muttered an awkward prayer. talk talk talk talk Hiding below my shadow yet dancing above my fears I grip sorrow's edge as you crumble to fall at my soul's tears I have not forgotten you, but sometimes I cannot help feeling numb OOC: Magic restored, no more being knocked out when he connects to his machines. His wings restored to working order. And a bottomless satchel. Wind magic that, when combined with his wings, can give him flight for x amount of time/distance. RE: » The Tree of Light - Otem - 12-20-2017
This is so adorable!!! ty ty ty ty!! Present ideas for Otem - small glass bottles for her potions? - Little charms to go in her mane (since they're part of her design but I never acquired them anywhere yet RE: » The Tree of Light - Calypso - 12-21-2017 quote goes along the top like this quote goes along the top like this quote goes along the top like this Hiding. That's what we've been doing for months now it seems. Ceto, seems to not of made it through the portal. My heart breaks for not only myself but Sapphira as well. The depression that followed the loss of one of my daughters, another piece of Brendan... Well, I can't say i've been the best mother. Certainly no mother of the year award coming here. Daenerys has stuck close to both of us, even if it seems that our bond has forever changed. I ache to hear her voice. But she has played with Saph, keeping my precious remaining daughter happy when I could not. I am just happy that I at least have them, while still wishing for the rest of our family. We come out of hiding as Scorch seems to be taking it's toll on our new 'home'. The heat, oh how I am thankful I am more built for the heat. Sapphira, well with her father's heavier build she does not handle it as well. So of course we move about seeking relief from the heat. I have to admit, this new land seems to be my own personal hell. It seems to take away or hurt everyone I love. What we find, is well a shock to all three of us. One moment, its hot and i'm honestly worried for Sapphira's health, when we step into a Freeze wonderland. Not that it was as harsh as Freeze had been... In fact, it was just perfect. But the best part of all, happened as we neared the tree and the small group that was gathered around it. It's a miracle. My head jerked to my side so fast that if my antlers had not been attached they might of flown off. As it was, the silver chain that Brendan had given to me almost took flight. Dae? I questioned softly. I can hear you! She squealed into my mind. I can hear you too! I exclaimed. For a moment, I pranced in place like an over excited child. Sapphira was looking at me with a mix of joy and confusion. One day, if you ever get the chance to bond you will understand. We settled back down, heading closer to the tree. We should give something, to help decorate the tree. I knew she was right.... But the only thing I had was... I'll be careful. I know what it means to you. I leaned down, and Dae moved in close to gently pull the chain from it's resting place. Very carefully, she moved to the tree as Sapphira and I looked on and hung it on the tree. I dipped my crowned head down, and sighed softly. So much had happened over the last few years, and I think this was the first time in a long time I had really stopped to think how lucky I really was. I had found love, I have one absolutely stunning daughter who is the perfect mix of Brendan and I... I have Daenerys.... Thank you I speak softly. Thank you for everything.. talk talk talk Calypso image credit to artdrauglis @flickr.com Present ideas for Calypso - beads/charms for her mane/tail - pretty much up for anything! <3 RE: » The Tree of Light - Kiada - 12-22-2017
eeee! Present ideas for Kiada! - A bottomless bag to keep all her armor pieces in - A couple of charms of a polecat and an elephant to symbolize her mother and father to add to the necklace of Zo and Khairi - Her spine armor fixed so it doesn't hurt her when she activates it - Her side effect from the Scint fixed! RE: » The Tree of Light - Waker - 12-22-2017 WAKER
You're not too fond of this turn of events—the season, not the little floating ball of hope. Being thrown into the teeth of a winter far more vicious than any you'd ever experienced was bad enough, but instead of it melting into a long, cool spring, it seemed to thaw overnight and turn into a baking oven. Fortunately for you, your stay in the winter season had been brief enough that you hadn't grown any shaggy fur. You melt in sympathy each time you recall Taivas's thicker fluff.After weeks of the searing heat, you're worried about the forests and meadows, the flora and fauna. How are they faring? Will they wither and die? Is this extreme weather normal? But so far, no one seems to have suffered undue harm; day activity is at an all-time low, you suppose, a time for finding baths, be they water or mud. You're not doing much when the call hits you. It is different from the gentle call of Kisamoa—the one time you've heard the strange creature's call, that is, and you'd be surprised, and disappointed, if you ever learned how his first calls were orders—but it feels a bit the same. Bright, hopeful. Lazily, you open one eye and look at the floating orb next to you. Strange how a single thing in this vast, foreign world is capable of making you feel like everything is going to be okay, even though you can't get home to your loved ones. You figure you're not the only one in this situation. Perhaps you have to find new loved ones here. While it doesn't sound too bad, the pain is still too raw. You shove the thoughts aside, spread your dark wings, and take to the skies. The merciless sun shines on your sweat-soaked coat, but the temperature is more bearable the higher you go. You sigh in contentment, gliding in the cool air streams towards the strange, burnt-out tree. You're not sure what's so happy about that, but—oh. Is this place intent on surprising you out of the air? Startled, you nearly drop on the tree itself, like you'd nearly dropped on Kisamoa, but you right yourself rather elegantly. Gone is the burnt-out husk, replaced with a frosty bubble (the temperature shift might've been part of your spook, too), snow and rime ice lacing every branch, glittering ornaments hung on it; the Loricatrunc have similar ornaments hanging from their tusks. You wonder if you're supposed to hang your contribution on a tusk. You smother a childish giggle and descend into the snow, disappointed to see Taivas hasn't made it yet. Many of the other faces are vaguely familiar. They were there when Kisamoa called them. One is new, accompanied by a deer. Feeling a bit sheepish, you watch as the bold supporter of the God lets her bird—you're envious, you also want a bird, you realize—hang a charm upon the tree. You don't own anything but your body and your magic. Slowly, you take a deep breath, your long tail curving behind you. Briefly, pressure builds in the air, before the distant sound of rumbling thunder is heard; you're not sure how it works, this magic of yours, because you only cause the noise, not the lightning, but the lightning causes the noise normally..? Ah, well—the gentle healing washes through those present, soothing aches and pains, and to brighten up the mood further, you start glowing. It is bright at first, like the lightning flash you can't produce, but gradually settles to something less intense. Surprised, you look at yourself. That's... new. Shrugging, you dip your nose in the snow. You've given what you can, and you're a bit more festive to look at. Can't go wrong, right? Humming innocently, you do your best at rolling the snow into a ball, before pushing the tip of one wing in under it. You were never great at this, but practice makes perfect, or so they claim. Hoping it won't be taken the wrong way, you do your best to flick it off your wing, at Kiada (she was closest), grinning mischievously. Waker uses his healing magic to glow! He is now very festive. He didn't have anything to hang on the tree. Then he tries to throw a snowball at Kiada. Present ideas! - Some charms/beads to put in his mane! - idk fun things :D RE: » The Tree of Light - Gwyn - 12-22-2017
@Roscorro RE: » The Tree of Light - Rikyn - 12-22-2017
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