Ashes, Ashes, We all Fall

It is sickening. His body felt pushed, pulled, stretched, all the while the wounds on his back and underside crack and bleed and a roar of travel fills his senses. The journey is short, but he spends it in a state of eternity, feeling his insides spin and knot, his crowned head tucked closed to his chest. Thankfully the agony does not last long…but the otherside isn’t much better. The noise ceases, but it is the sense of falling he awakens to. Falling…Earth eyes flash back open to neon and shadows, before THUD!, he hit the ground. For a moment he’s still as his stomach catches back up with him. The rain doesn’t help. That had been worse than expected. He groans as the sensations come back to him. Earth eyes open slowly, flickering in the dull light. Driven, like a newborn, he struggles before he can even properly see and feel, to stand. The gold is almost brought low again. Head spins, the repercussions of pain and magic cause him to stagger like a drunk. But he is a drunk on a mission, and they’re more persistent than most. Earth eyes open, but they don’t see they search. Sure enough he finds one of the four he searches for. He tries to calls the deer’s name, but feels it vibrate, mutilate. ”DIR” The stag, crumbled a few feet away, in a wet dark ball stirs. He was barely standing as it was though, and walking to the stag was not a bright option. Lost for what to do the gold resorts to the old ways and calls out. Haldir’s antlered head rises, wavering sickly like, but he’s alive and for now, that's enough. His head turns, moving on, ever searching…three more. As he looks though, pulling from his dragging memory their faces, it all comes back to him. All the shouting…death…mayhem…His Valkyrie, his rosen lady, screaming in his ear with his blood on her lips. The golden shutters. But it also clears his head more. His body still feels the ill effects, and stings (not helped by the rain), but finally the gold shakes his head as it all comes back to him, and he at last sees this new world. “Well-“ He spits, voice raspy still out of breath, to no one’s direction in particular. “at least we won't be hunting for shadows…” His tone leaned towards sarcasm, but a pained smile still rose on his face. OOC:: SPEECH

SWP Participation

Magics:
{*] SAFE: :: [ Magic: Dark (U) | Can mimic another character’s appearance and voice exactly, as well as their magic. ] \n:: [ Restrictions | Can only remember three identities at a time, and must be within 5m of intended target to \'take\' their identity. Using an identity removes it from his \'inventory\'. ]\n\n{*} SAFE: :: [ Magic: Light (P) | He makes no sound other than through speech ] \n:: [ Restrictions | Traces like rustling of leaves or hoof prints are visible. ]\n\n{*} DANGERZONE: :: [ Magic: DarkxFire | Can blind vision of opponent by creating smoke in their eyes ] \n:: [ Restrictions | Lasts 30 seconds. ]\n\n{*} PLEASE DELETE- I would really be ok if this one went ;D : :: [ Magic: Dark | Can transform into the form of a bay warmblood pegasus. ] \n:: [ Restrictions | Gliding rules; transformation is painful. ]\n\nEnchanted items\n{*} SAFE: :: [ Item: Metal Armor | Defensive. Two shields on either hip, a collar, and four leg guards can expand and collapse into a circlet upon his brow at his will; the armor is adorned with stones and is connected with metal plates ]\n:: [ Restrictions | Very heavy when fully opened; needs assistance taking on and off the circlet ]\n\n{*} DANGER ZONE: :: [ Item: Hawk Necklace | Replicates the emotions of the user and transmits them into differing heat signatures in its mate, the Sparrow necklace and the Triskelion Necklace. ]\n:: [ Restrictions | Effects weaken with distance ]\n\n{*} DANGER ZONE: :: [ Item: blue raindrop charm | a blue raindrop charm that sweats fresh water ]\n\n{*} DANGER ZONE: :: [ Item: Enchanted Bell | A bell that rings when he drops his invisibility cloak so he can find it again. ]\n:: [ Restrictions | Bell does not work if stolen. ]\n\nRift-god / Kaos items\nNone\n\nAmulets : 3 Moon | 1 Kaos\n\nCompanion/s : \n{*} Haldir - Common Cerndyr\nOOC Date: December 14th, 2014\nRIFT Date: 1171 Early Freeze (2 yrs + 7mons old)\n\nNormal Items:\n{*} Wolf Skin Cloak - It somehow disappeared off his records but I don\'t remember removing it? If I can\'t keep it, just let me know. I\'d hate to loose it, but its not a deal breaker.\n\n{*}NOTE: Counting this as mechanical and not enchanted because it uses springs and switches by Ulrik, if not correct, feel free to move :: [ Item: Double blade polearm | Offensive. A foot and half long leather wrapped pole with curved double edged blades on either end, blades extend and close with a button on handle ]\n:: [ Restrictions | Cumbersome to carry ]\n\n[*}:: [ Item: Satchel | A square satchel at the back of the shoulder with straps going around the neck and barrel; dagger sheath on strap ]

Species change (if applicable) : Nope

Requests: Please delete that last magic? You don't even have to roll it.

Finally.

Someone absolutely laden with gifts—with nourishment for the lands bled of their force. It had bled and bled and bled, given all to try and save itself, to keep itself from fading, but how could it ever manage if it was the snake eating its own tail? It had no means to recover but to take and its greatest Champion had been so busy exacting his revenge, that he had not helped the Rift consume more materials.

But this offering—both food and apology—would go a long, long way.

the Rift
life between worlds

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[ TRANSFER NOTES: THRANDUIL ]

Magic:
Transformation: Can copy another character's appearance and magics.
Transformation: Body makes no sounds, other than through speaking.
Offensive: Can temporarily melt the eyes of others. Using this power causes boils to break out on Thranduil; when popped, they ooze a scalding hot teal liquid.

The final magic is happily devoured by the Rift.

Items:
Defensive: An armor made from metal, and adorned with stones. It has two hip shields, a collar, and four leg guards, all connected by smaller metal plates. The armor collapses into a circlet.
Vanity: The "Hawk Necklace", mate to Sparrow and Triskelion. Replicates the emotions of the wearer, and transmits them as heat signatures to its mates.
Vanity: A blue raindrop charm. It occasionally sweats water, or freezer over, shrieks, or becomes scalding hot.

The bell is eaten, after a fashion. The magic fades from it, but the cracked bell remains.

Amulets:
The three moon amulets start to move; their crystal cases batter against the Kaos one, until all four break open. The drops of godsblood, the residue of unused magic, coalesce into a frigid gel, slowly sliding up your body, instead of down. They seem to be squabbling about something. It makes your flesh burn, but not in the places you might expect—it's along your topline, from forehead to tail tip.

The gel has gone entirely black. Not even when pitted three drops to one of Kaos can she win. The black drop settles in the center of your forehead, and turns to lightless onyx, fused to your skull. But that is, of course, not all. By the end of next season, leather-and-scale fins, like those on a dragon's back, will have formed from poll to tail. They'll be the pearly white of moonlight, interspersed with veins as black as Kaos, and webbing the neon colors of the Rift.

Companion:
Haldir: Cerndyr
Obtained: December 14th, 2014
Rift Date: Mid-Freeze, 1169 (using IC dates :D)

Normal items transfer fine. The polearm is mechanical, but take care so the springs won't rust in this wretched season!

Claws were ripped from flesh of his mother and magical forces of the portal pressed into him. It drains him, bleeds him, sucking from him all that small body has till there was nothing. The bird shuts his eyes away, flames growing listless and dull, fading.


Out from the portal the bird falls, but its magic is sapped, its energy gone, and the rain worsens it. The few drops that hit his body are like probing fingers…but he barely feels it as the burning grows once more. When he finally crashes to the earth he’s back to a pale gold rusty colt.


He hears the call of his Da, it causes the babe to stir, but the call wasn’t for him. His head rising up, looking out. With exhaustion he calls out a return, even if it wasn’t for him he doesn’t care. He’s cold, and wet. So he calls to Da. He wants- He needs- He needs Ma. Oh gods Ma… Sea blue search out desperately for her as memory, seen through the fire bird’s eyes, come back to him. It makes his stomach knot and his head feel light. Ma. He needed to find Ma. Her screams began to fill his ears even though they had been shouted worlds away, the memory was searing into him. And Casca! He’d left Casca! The babe calls out again, this time fear openly piercing through it as he scrambles up to try and stand.


OOC:: He is tableless for the moment till I go home where codes are....avert your eyes... Also, he's standing up just a few yards from Thranduil and a few feet from Haldir.

SWP Participation

Magics:
{*] {SAFE}: :: [ Magic: FirexDark (U) | Can transform into a fire Phoenix. Feathers can burn upon will. ] \n:: [ Restrictions | Transformation causes pain and is immobilized for 10 sec ]\n{*} {DANGER}: :: [ Magic: LightxDark | Can transfer the injuries on one living thing, to another. ] \n:: [ Restrictions | Can only heal minor wounds. ]\n\nEnchanted items\n{*} {SAFE} :: [ Item: Cloak | Defensive. Sheer gold cloth, glowing with star dust that clips around his neck with a circular pin, engraved with swirls ]\n:: [ Restrictions | Offers little protection in battle. ]\n{*} {SAFE}: :: [ Item: Enchanted Armor | Defensive. Bone armor with four leg guards, adorned with sun emblems; made from scaled hide, bones, teeth etc. of Helovian Fire Monster. Expands and collapses at will to cuffs on his horns. Can ignite. ]\n:: [ Restrictions | Heavy when expanded and flames do not burn. ]\n\nRift-god / Kaos items\nNone\n\nAmulets : 4 Sun\n\nCompanion/s : \n[*} None

Non-magical Items: None

Species change (if applicable) : Unicorn still?

Requests: Nope, but have fun! =D ONE REQUEST! If any mutation happen, can they be fire/phoenix oriented or just in general, white/light something? =D IDK, play around all you like but something along those lines would be really cool! OOOORRRR something that goes against those to torture him. Go wild! But those things would be cool!

If shadows could clap their hands in glee, they would, as yet another morsel dripping with treasure and magic comes on the heels of its gluttonous feast. Though smaller, with perhaps less epicurean delight for the devouring, faceless creatures…dessert. It would be dessert. Yes, quite like dessert.

the Rift
life between worlds

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[TRANSFER NOTES : GALAHAD ]

Magic:
Transformation: Can transform into a fire Phoenix. Feathers can burn upon will.
The Rift considers your other magic a delicious delicacy.

Items:
Vanity: Gold cloth, sheer and glowing with stardust; clips with circular, swirl-engraved pin.
Defensive: Armor from Helovian Fire monster made with hide/bones/teeth with leg guards. Collapses to horn cuffs at will and can ignite.

Amulets:
The bright drops of godsblood you carry shine like beacons; but rather than safety, they usher more and more and more painfully bright white light.
It is too white, to cold to be the sun-and that is why it is so drawn to your sun-made stones. It amasses around you, so much light and brightness that you are nearly consumed. But then, you are released... but not unscathed. The light leaves behind clusters of white-flame feathers at your withers and haunches. Beware the burns those hot flames will surely bring you!

It was normal, for a moment. As if being dragged through a portal could be normal, but the gold could handle that. His earth eyes even found his son, though the colt seemed…to be glowing? He didn’t have much to time investigate though… The gold hadn’t noticed the amulets…it was hard to notice small things like shivering when you’ve so many other ties pulling at your mind. They would be noticed though. It is their shattering that jerks him, causing him to hiss his protest as his skin freezes at their touch. “What the-“ But he doesn’t finish it as the godsblood crawls up his skin, like frozen snakes it pushes against the hair of his coat. The cold chocking out his warmth. Crowned head shakes, but the liquid continues up. And while its frozen gel creeps closer up, its opposite, sears down his back. The gold roars at the difference, at the unsettling madness, bucking off whatever invisible hell as seized him. His back bleeds anew, but he barely notices. Then it was gone, the extremes melded into his bones. Crowned head shakes again, still feeling a cold cool stone upon his head. For moment though he simply stands, gaining back what little breath he’d had. What the fuck was that… He looks about himself, twitching his hide and feeling his each nerve. What the fuck had it done? He didn’t have long to pull himself together as his son was going through his own changes. OOC:: SPEECH

Galahad had only a second to gather his legs when the light grew. All about the colt was glowing. Harks fall back and he looks around him, but no source of light can he fi- It’s me! In a panic he scuttles backwards until he hits a bush. Brighter and brighter! But it wasn’t warm, it didn’t burn. It wasn’t his magic….which made it worse! Finally the sea eyes shut away, but it’s still there, brighter still. He squeals, crouching down, but there’s no escape. He feels it’s cold flames lick his spine, his shoulders, ever it’s light bright.

Then it’s gone, leaving nothing but a warmth on his back. Cautiously the small colt opens his eyes…everything looked dark…wait it faded in. The world coming back into focus. Da was there. Haldir was there. A heat built around him, and his harks fall back, what was- Da yells at him, and the colt turns his head back. The bush was on FIRE! The colt hollers again, his voice now going hoarse, as he scrambles and canters away. That’s when he felt them, he felt them as they laid low on his back.

The pale colt spins, as he Da finally reaches him. He sees them though…to his horror. Feathers…White flaming feathers. The rain falling on them causes them to spark and lick the damp air as if swatting back. He looks to the burning bush, the rain already putting out most of it, but his eyes widen even more. Had he done that?! With wobbling voice the babe looks back to his Da. His Da…Ma…they could fix this right? “Da….what’s going on?!” 

There wasn’t much time to get over his own nightmare his son’s was still unfolding. Even though his own balance was unsteady to say the least, the gold staggered towards his child as the bright light consumed the pale form. Where’s Hotaru? But there’s no time for that. His son needed him. The light grew too bright, too brilliant. He’s forced to turn away, turn away from his son. Then its gone. Earth eyes, the gold piercing them with purpose, flash back up to see burning. The gold’s gut sinks- but wait, its not his son…the bush… ”Galahad MOVE!” The golden shouts, moving as fast as his own worn out beaten body would allow. For the first (and perhaps only time) the gold is thankful for the rain, which quickly controls the small fire. But his son… The colt came rushing to him, and the gold comes to a halt as the fire followed the child…no- it was on the child. So to his son’s question, the gold truly had no answer. Harks fold back and he looks up to the portal. This was chaos. He almost laughed. Instead, the gold’s head falls, relenting. Fine, if this was new level of insanity this world had…fine. So the gold head reaches out to his son, nudging the colt’s crowned head, at least the flames on his armor were harmless enough, but careful to avoid the feathers. “Kaos just wanted another laugh.” His ton was deadpan, but the next lifted it back up. “You’ll have to show him you have bones.” The gold nudged the colt playfully. There would be other times to help the colt understand, but for now…pulling back up to look about him. Now that the trauma was over for a moment (gods was this even real and not some shit nightmare?) the gold could search again. Haldir was standing, coming slowly towards him, though he looked sick. But where was Hotaru…and Casca? OOC:: SPEECH