The Portal
07-14-2017, 09:30 AM
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.
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
life between worlds
[ 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!
