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07-13-2017, 04:27 PM
i don't rise from the ashes, i make them. She’s already there when the others begin to tumble through. Mortuus has stepped in with her, and she looks around for him now, hoping he’s still beside her. Raven sits on her back, unusually quiet, and she feels for their bond, finding it weak and wrong. That’s a matter to figure out later, but she keeps part of her mind turned to the little black bird huddled in the cape on her back. She’s paying attention to her surroundings when the rest tumble through after her, moving away from the Portal to find some place where the Basin can gather. The place is dark and lovely in a way, mist curling around her almost like a friend, almost like a hungry monster. Well, exactly like a hungry monster, she just happens to be friends with monsters. Eye’s peer out from the trees. “Not in Kansas anymore, are we?” she says with a sigh, to Raven and whoever else might be around her. She’s just full of useless clichés. Soon a familiar gold stripped boy catches her attention. “Rikyn! she calls, making her way over to the Lord. Even if they don’t carry titles anymore, she still thinks of him as such. “The fuck is this place?” Her eyes dart between him and Duir, wondering if Duir is doing better than Raven. For now, she doesn’t ask, more concerned with making sure they get everyone through safely. She’d send Raven to look for them, but she doesn’t think he can fly, and she doesn’t trust those eyes in the woods to not eat him for dinner. So instead, she uses her own eyes, trying to keep an eye out for everyone they know. SWP Participation Magics: {SAFE} :: [ Magic: Dark | Ability to transform into a raven. ] :: [ Restrictions | Transformation is painful. ] {SAFE} :: [ Magic: DarkxTime (P) | Resurrection; when 'killed', reforms from her remains, though retains the scars from each death. ] :: [ Restrictions | Normal aging; Can die of old age or if the mark of Death on her chest is removed/severely damaged. ] Enchanted items {SAFE} :: [ Item: Enchanted Scythe | Offensive. Black metal scythe that retracts into a necklace/spike pendant; blade causes mild poisoning. ] Rift-god / Kaos items: none Amulets : 1 Companion/s : {SAFE}:: [ Companion: Australian Raven | Terrorize | 5 months ] – Born February 2, 2017 – Rift Birth Date 1173 (I think, since he’s not a year) Species change (if applicable) : n/a Requests: Has the following items: :: [ Item: Jewelry | Silver filigree chain with blue pendant that loops around horns. ] :: [ Item: Cape | Black cape with raven feather collar ] :: [ Item: Breastplate | Defensive. Black metal breastplate that covers half of chest with leather shoulder straps. ] :: [ Item: Genetic Mutation | Ability to bond to 2 companions. ] – I know this doesn’t really transfer over, but I wasn’t sure if the Rift wanted to eat it or anything I'm the whole fucking fire. - weaver -
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07-13-2017, 05:16 PM
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07-13-2017, 06:17 PM
The air whispers—it is a low hush, a sinister purr. It is wordless, but not formless, for the leaves, in all their impossible colors, seem to tremble in tune to the sound. It slips through the world like a too-quiet hymn, slithering up spines and whispering in ears.
It wants this—the tide of bodies, ripe with power and blood and dreams, spilling onto its churned-mud floor. Far in the distance, lightning flashes, too bright, and the thunder rumbles like an engine. Maybe, it gives you all pause; maybe, it doesn't, but the rain comes closer, needle-sharp at first, almost painful as it strikes. It wants your blood. It wants the potency of your anger. So keep it up, spitfire; rip them apart and help the Rift feast on their souls. the Rift [ TRANSFER NOTES: RIKYN ] Magic: Offensive: Ability to manipulate electrical currents in the nerve system to control victim's bodies. Offensive: He can short-circuit the electrical impulses in another's brain, causing them to temporarily lose control over their physical responses. Rikyn experiences severe vertigo and loses control of his bladder each time he uses the power. Transformation: Can take on the voice and appearance of individuals after physically touching. The limits on his copying magic will be added to the Guidebook, as we now realized this was another side of the Transformation coin! Stay tuned! Items: Vanity: A bronze leg band with an onyx stone. The band is always cold to the touch and occasionally sparks with harmless electricity. Amulets: The two amulets not of Kaos shatter, spraying you and those near you with drops of magic and shard of glass. The magic burns where it lands, but causes no lasting harm. The Kaos amulets remain untouched. Companion: Duir: Cerndyr Obtained: May 5 2016 Birth Date: Mid-Freeze, 1171 (adjusted this because he's actually slightly over 1,5 years old on Helovia?) [ TRANSFER NOTES: WEAVER ] Magic: Transformation: Can transform into a raven. Immortality: Reforms from her remains each time she's killed, but bears the scars of her previous deaths. Can die if the mark of Death is removed, or severely damaged. Items: Offensive: A black metal scythe, whose blade causes mild poisoning. It can turn into a necklace. Amulets: The amulet you carry shatters moments after Rikyn's, arcing small bolts of lightning. Companions: Raven: Australian Raven Obtained: February 2, 2017 Birth Date: Early Scorch, 1173 [ TRANSFER NOTES: OIZYS ] Magic: Offensive: Can create lightning creatures that shock on contact. Transformation: Can transform into any creature by drinking its blood. The transformation magic is the "copying" kind, like Rikyn's. Restrictions will be added in the next few days! Amulets: The Kaos amulet vibrates and hums. Companion: Ker: Philippine Eagle Obtained: March 9 2016 Birth Date: Late Drench, 1171 All normal items will transfer fine!
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She could hear them, the shadows and beasties lurking out there, from where she cowered under the awning of a large, leafy plant, the steady drip-drop of the endless curtain of rain beyond having already drenched her. It gave the filly an entirely non-cowardly reason to be shuddering, of course, but that was all that could be said of the deluge that was positive; she did not care for it, any more than she cared for what had transpired over the last few days of her life.
Death and sadness: they had knocked upon the door lightly, before it had simply been kicked in. There had been little enough time to dwell on the images of her grandfather crumpled to a forest floor, near death, but suspended by magic alone in a state more pitiful than Gwyn had ever seen anything. She had little enough time to even begin to understand what it was she had beheld there in the mists, before the mists were gone, and they were forced to flee in fear. Grandfather… he was so slow, in his condition. It was all she could think about, now, having safely seen her father, Duir, and mother near the portal to this terrible place, though she couldn't see them now. Grandfather. Was he safe? Had he and his owls made it? Would she… would she get to know him, as more than that terrible, wraithlike thing which had collapsed under its own weight? Suddenly, though, she heard something other than the horrible whisper of things blinking and unseen in the stormy darkness. Voices! Familiar ones! They drew closer, it seemed, or perhaps it was but a trick of the mind, but the filly turns her pale eyes towards them regardless, ears lifted hopefully as she pokes her head out from under her hiding place. Daddy! She would know that gold shining anywhere. Scurrying out from the shrubbery on wobbly legs, she ploughs into his side, rubbing her whole rain drenched body along it while snuggling her face to his shoulder. Looking up hopefully for her mother, and not finding her, the filly swallows down what was to be a happy hello, instead frowning, and feels a worry begin to well in her heart. "Where's mom?" she asks, wary of the answer. Magics: {*]SAFE PLZ \n:: [ Magic: WaterxSpark (P) | Sparks emit from gold blanket hide when in contact with cold. ] \n:: [ Restrictions | Of no use in battle. ]\n \nEnchanted items\n{*}n.a\n \n \nRift-god / Kaos items\n{*}n.a\n \nAmulets : n.a\n \nCompanion/s :\n[*}Duir :: n.a Species change (if applicable) : n.a Requests: party time She has this non-enchanted item from Helovia: :: [ Item: Trinket | Lock of Rikyn and Glacia's hair braided into a circle. ]
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07-13-2017, 08:07 PM
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07-13-2017, 08:12 PM
It watches.
It waits. It knows. the Rift [ TRANSFER NOTES: GWYN ] Magic: Offensive: Can emit sparks from her skin. [ TRANSFER NOTES: MORTUUS NOX ] Magic: Offensive: Can speed up aging of another body. Immortality: Death scars are visible in moonlight, and appears as wounds on cloudy nights. Can be killed by decapitation. Rift God Items: You hear a low roar coming from—everywhere. The trees, the sky, your bones, those around you. And you're the only one who hears it. And you know somebody has noticed the wolf hide you traipsed into the Rift with on your back. Amulets: Your amulet shatters in a cloud of shards and magic dust.
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07-14-2017, 12:08 AM
Erebos
The warrior was stuck, wedged, between two emotions. A portion of him was numb, stunned, mind partially paralyzed by the infernal reaches and wretchedness of what had just occurred on the other side of the void; and the other contortion of him was a reeling mess of anger, hostility, and rage. He was fractured, splintered, frayed away at the seams, staring off into space with narrowed eyes and speculating forces, but it was all too much, blending together in chaos, in bedlam, in distortion – and his soul tried to take every nuance, every notion in. He was wrapped, tethered, tied, and chained to an inferno, climbing through his insides until he thought he might just scream and yell at the top of his lungs for something to just burn and die off, found his eyes catching over the seams of newfound colors and naught was the same – yearning for ghosts of another decade to whip over his essence and bury him alive. It would’ve been so much easier to merely give in, to sink into the slaughter, to be another forgotten, wallowing phantom, smoldering on the seams of his home (because this wasn’t, not in any way, shape, or form, for there was no mountain humming his name, no ice forged within his veins, no father left within his tomb to watch over his flock), and a part of him thought he should’ve danced into the fray, flown into the merciless wake, and been snatched, snagged, like the rest. Like Aithniel. Like Ode. Something felt tremendously off too, like a piece of him was gone, and through the seething havoc restlessly tearing him into fragments, into slivers, into even less than what he’d been (worthless, oh so inept, too tangled and frayed, too ruthless and vindictive; vengeance his). He reached into his connections, into his bonded, and only Orsino, the constant, unwavering contortion and coil of calculations, of vile, heinous ruin, answered. Here, but Enyo not. It was a quiet hiss, a tenuous, intangible sibilance, as if the sable kitsune understood the former prince was on a fragile line, and was about to cross it – for once, didn’t want to invoke the brutality, the barbarity, the hidden, unseen anguish layered and lacquered to his heart. The scion growled, a heinous, malicious fathom, bellowing deep in his throat, in his lungs, where the words caught and snared on the jagged structures of his breaking heart. Where is she? He asked the fox because he should’ve known, Orsino comprehended everything, and his eyes glanced off into the horizon for a little lost griffin – All he saw were his herd mates, striving to band together, snarking and soothing, and he bowed his head against his chest, tucked away into shadow and disaster. The sharpest of screams echoed along his lungs, threatened to break over and be unleashed into the unknown, and he could feel the pulsing, pervading rage, the palpable misery curling over him like a noose. Maybe it’d choke him, weigh him down, give him enough time to suffocate, be devoured, be consumed, be left to rot and die and wither and decay, and they would never see him, they’d never even realize he’d been there. Orsino, too cunning, too clever, intending to stay alive, loosened one feral growl towards the mass, noting their presence to the others, and Erebos couldn’t say anything, couldn’t look them in the eyes, couldn’t glance their way, already nearly destroyed by all the things he’d had to leave behind. I'LL SHOW YOU HOW GOD | FALLS ASLEEP ON THE JOB Image Credits {SWP Participation: http://helovia.net/showthread.php?tid=27710}
Magics: {*SAFE*} (:: {Magic: Dark {Can manipulate the powers of corruption (dark elemental magic) for means of combat purposes on others especially when around other dark magic users}\n::Restrictions {Effects can take a variety of forms and only lasts 30 seconds in battle and the magic will slowly lose potency after one use against the same opponent})\n{*SAFE*} (:: {Magic: Water (P): Able to walk on water\\nRestrictions: {Of no use in battle})\\n\\n{NOT SAFE} (:: {Magic: DarkxFire (U) {Ability to cause combustion upon touch.}\\\\n{Restrictions:: {Can either cause intense damage to 2 dinner-plate sized areas or broad burning damage to a 4x4 foot area.} \\\\\\\\n\\\\\\\\nEnchanted items\\\\\\\\n{*SAFE*} (Item: Bone armor | Defensive: Made of the bones of Confutatis\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\' ancestors, collapses into spinal column/vertebrae. (stolen from Confutatis) (given by Deimos)}\\\\nRestrictions {Will begin to sink into flesh, fusing with the skin over time})\\\\n\\\\nRift-god / Kaos items\\\\n[*}(Item: Glowing Blue Crystal [Small crystal from the body of the Rift Bear God)\\n[*}\n\nAmulets : (One - Spark)\n\nCompanion/s : \n{*SAFE*} (Orsino - Plain Kitsune - Year 1171/Late Freeze-Midscorch - OOC date obtained:3/29/15 )\n[*Not safe*} (Enyo - Common Griffin - Year 1173/Early Freeze-Late Freeze - OOC date obtained:3/4/17 ) Species change (if applicable) : Requests: Transferring over these items: :: [ Item: Dagger | Offensive. A small curved, double edged dagger; leather wrapped handle ] :: [ Item: Armor | Defensive. Flat black metal with royal blue fringing; covers the face and top of body. (stolen from Sialia) (gifted by Hotaru) ] :: [ Restrictions | Heavy and requires assistance to take off. ] :: [ Item: Rain Collector | A rain collector vial that alerts to oncoming storms in the area. ] :: [ Restrictions | Limited to 1 board at a time. ] :: [ Item: Onyx Scythe. | Offensive. ]
Glacia the Hopebringer
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07-14-2017, 12:30 AM
Glacia I am in a terrifying place. Everything feels sick. My heart pounds in my chest, my legs shake. It wasn't cold nessicarily, but I am soaked to the bone. The rain was immediate upon my landing. In all the chaos I forget the owl in my mane and a in my fear it brings me comfort. But I am not out of the woods yet. I need to find Gwyn, and I need to find Rikyn. It is all slow going, as my shoulder throbs and pulsates. Carefully I make my way in some direction. My blue eyes struggling to find those who are familiar, ears straining for their familiar tones. As I limp my way along, the images from only minutes before flash before my eyes. My mother had died. And without warning, sobs rip from my throat. So many had died. Mothers, fathers, brothers, sisters, daughters and sons. They had all died, and we where left here in this horrible place. Some part of me hoped that maybe, just maybe we would be transported to somewhere else, somewhere nice. But the shadows lurked here, threatening to take your life. Whispering of nightmares. An uncomfortable feeling trembled up my spine, and my fur raised. I felt like a thousand eyes watched me. Nervously my ears fidget, swerving this way and that. The feeling of alone I felt was almost overwhelming. My breaths became labored, and my throat slowly closed as panic set in. Each minute I found it harder and harder to remain calm. Where were they? Had the portal let me be the only one to live? What if they had died? I couldn't handle the thought that maybe, just maybe, I was the last one. That I had lost yet another child. That death had claimed another. In desperation my hoarse voice called her name. Silence. But wait? Not entirely silent. Voices caught my attention and desperately I hobbled through the glowing brush. Even if it wasn't them, I wasn't sure I would stay sane all by myself. But as I catch sight of Gwyn sidled up next to the gold and brown stallion that is her father I cry in joy and relief, and make my way to embrace them. I wasn't alone. I had them. They hadn't left me for the netherworld. Even in this sick land I felt relief. I had my family. And if I had them, We would survive. "Talk." @Gwyn @Rikyn SWP Participant {http://helovia.net/showthread.php?tid=27...#pid207898} Magics:
Enchanted items {*]SAFE:: [ Item: Glow Mushroom Necklace | Produces light beyond it\'s natural ability. ]\n{*}:: [ Restrictions | Can illuminate up to a 5 meter radius. ]\n{*}:: [ Item: Cloak | Defensive. A black wool cloak, connects at the chest with a silver chain. ]\n{*}:: [ Restrictions | Offers limited protection in battle. ]\n\n\n\nRift-god / Kaos items\n\n{*}(item here)\n\n\n{*}(item here)\n{*}\n\nAmulets : (provide number)\n\nCompanion/s : \n{*}:: [ Companion: Snowy Owl, 1173 birth year, obtained on July 9th OOC, Named Selene} Species change (if applicable) : Requests:
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There's just more and more and more, all the time—a quake shifts the floor you all stand on, and a flock of bright-looking birds take flight in the distance. They caw like death itself.
The shadows of the forest bloom and pulse with sickly light; some of it purple, like the faint haze hanging between the trees, and some of it the teal of the one who calls himself Kisamoa. This is his land. This is his lawn. Fortunately for you, he wants you all here. He is not the presence of this broken, pieced-together land, but he might as well have been. the Rift [ TRANSFER NOTES: EREBOS ] Magic: Offensive: Can enter the mind of another, and alter what they feel and perceive. Transformation: Can walk on water. The Rift devours your ability to cause combustion upon touch. Items: Defensive: Bone armor, made from Confutatis' ancestors. It collapses into a spinal column, and will, with time, fuse with the wearer's flesh. God Item: You hear a voice—you can't make all the words out, but you catch things like 'retribution', 'truth will out', and 'justice'. Amulets: Your one amulet emits a high-pitched keening, like an old kettle boiling, before exploding in a cloud of unused magic and crystal shards. You feel a jolt in your bones, a tickle in your shoulder; the skull fizzles with white sparks, and soon enough, its jaw opens—and out spills a snake made of of lightning. It burns a little as it drops to the ground, slithering away, crackling and sparking. From now on, Erebos, son of Deimos and Huyana, each time it rains, your skull marking will spit out lightning snakes. Companions: Orsino: Kitsune Obtained: 29 March 2015 Birth Date: Mid-Scorch, 1170 Frozen Enyo: Griffin Obtained: 3 March, 2017 Birth Date: Early Freeze, 1173 [ TRANSFER NOTES: GLACIA ] Magic: Offensive: Can freeze moisture in the breath, causing lungs to freeze and burn. Items: Vanity: A necklace made of glowing mushrooms. It produces light. The cloak is unenchanted, so transfer fine. Companion: Selene: Snowy Owl Obtained: July 9th, 2017 Birth Date: Mid-Drench 1173 Normal items transfer over fine! |
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