Eldrin/Vai
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Post by Eldrin/Vai on Aug 9, 2014 0:22:57 GMT -6
(So hey there, guys. I figure I'll give us a little shotgun storyline to bring the site back. Everyone is welcomed, and encouraged to join. It's going to be a storyline where we pass off the leadership between us. In one thread, this one, I'll lead it, and then in another, somebody new will take over, in their own direction, and so on. So here we are. Hope you like it! ) The girl was dancing in the forest. Through the musty foliage, around the old trees, in and out of the dappled moonlight that broke the canopy, she moved. A melody was on her lips, first a hum, then a full-blown song. It would have been a beautiful scene, but for the fact that, for all her love of it, she was terrible at both singing and dancing. She danced like a newborn deer having an epileptic seizure, flopping about like a maniac. Her singing was, if anything, worse. She was off-key, and if she even knew the words, they were usually off. The whole performance was terrible in every way, and yet, endearing... like how seeing a particularly ugly puppy just makes you like it more. "Speaking of ugly puppies..." she interrupted, looking into the bushes. Therein, lied what might have been a wolf, or perhaps something pretending to be a wolf. "Hello there, Mr. Taal." Taal was easily the size of a horse, and crafted of bulging sinew and muscle. His long fur was white as fresh-fallen snow, but speckled with black. The patches of black fell in a pattern not dissimilar to the splattering of blood. One splatter mostly covered the left half of his face and his left ear (dripping down his chin), another drenched his front haunches and speckled down his spine, yet another ran down the heavy tuft of fur sprouting from his chest. and a last seemed to have lightly sprayed across his back legs. This fur didn't grow in certain places, huge gashes and scars from ancient injuries. His claws were long and blade-like, each about six inches in length. In his mouth there were two rows of fangs on the top, and two on the bottom. Each fang was similar in size and shape to his claws. On his front shoulder haunches long horns stuck out, about six inches each and black as night. Smaller, more cone shaped spikes ran along the length of his spine (beginning at the top of his spinal cord, between the two, larger spikes) and down his tail. From his elbows and knees, spikes protruded as well, slightly larger than the spine spikes, but the same shape. Yet another spike shot from his chin, almost like a deadly little goatee. And finally, from his skull, right in front of his ears, protruded two huge spiral ridged horns, curved, but not curled. These main horns were easily two feet in length, though with their curves they appeared a little shorter. Each of these claws, fangs, spines, spikes, and horns glistened with what appeared to be venom. And finally, there was his eyes, black as night, but with a liquid sort of glistening when the light hit them. She graced him with a pretty little smile, and he returned it, showing his double rows of razor sharp fangs, venomous saliva running down his chin. She looked disappointed for a moment, as if he'd won a contest... but then she came back with another smile, this one with a mouth full of more fangs than what should have fit, each one longer and sharper than each of his. Taal closed his mouth and looked at her with concern, "Now, Solace, put those away. You've no need of fangs when I've got mine. You look much prettier with those little pearly whites anyhow," he said, in a deep, rumbling voice. And perhaps he was right... She restored her teeth and considered her own appearance. She was no more than five and a half feet tall, with a thin and willowy build. Her skin was the color of white paper, giving her a look of unreality. Light blue and lime green tattoos formed beautiful, but odd symbols and patterns across her skin. The glyphs appeared to shift constantly, but slowly. One could have watched as the tattoos just gradually slid off her face and down her neck, or down her arm and onto her hand, then back up. Her eyes were in a just as bizarre fashion, wholly black with stark white irises in the center. Her hair, long and braided, was black as pitch, with a rainbow sheen when the light hit it, similar to oil. She wore simple white cotton gown, with overlong sleeves that fell well past her hands, and a skirt that terminated at her knees. All over it, it was grass-stained, caked with mud, and patched with leaves. Her soft little feet were bare, and caked in mud as well. She'd painted her lips a dull purplish blue with crushed berries, but it made her look more like a strangling victim than a debutante. She had also filed her nails down to points. She seemed to think this gave them a sort of feminine beauty... rather than looking like the talons they actually did. Around her neck she wore an iron talisman on a necklace of large wooden beads. The talisman depicted a woman writhing, perhaps in pain, perhaps in pleasure, as countless hands grasped at her. "Oooh, but I'm so excited! Look at me, just a little girl with moonburnt skin and gooseflesh upon my arms, about to meet genuine heroes!" she replied in a soft, sing-song voice, apparently not at all surprised to hear the wolf talk. Those heroes she was talking about had no idea at all that they were on their way to meet her... or even that they were going to see each other. Old friends, she knew. Each was about their own business, each unaware that they were about to embark upon this journey. Taal slipped out of sight, and Solace looked up and grinned as the bushes rustled before her, and her first hero stepped, unaware, right into her spell. "Hello there, moonshine!" she greeted, though her strangled lips never moved. Her voice, instead, echoed through the hero's head. (By the way, this is set about a year since our characters have done anything big together. Many of them won't have even seen each other at all in this period... so, you know, make it feel like a reunion of sorts.)
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Azrael/Iris
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Post by Azrael/Iris on Aug 10, 2014 14:42:17 GMT -6
The forest was silent. Moon light dripping through the branches as if it were mimicking the rain after a long shower. Small lights danced among the floor as if they played amongst the long blades of grass. An owl hooted off in the distance as the sound of boots crunching the twigs that littered amongst the ground snapped. A hooded figure stalked the ground, the source of the noise came from him. An aura of unearthly meaning followed him like flies to a corpse. At 5'9" he posed very little physical intimidation. But his power made up for it.
For this man walked among the dead. The last of an ancient order based in the desert. Azrael Siskin, a child of Hylain and Shiekah descent walked once more in the land of the living.
A heavy burden wore down on his heart. His journey brought him to the spirit realm where he had found his love. But she had perished the night she vanished. The monk's sadness and rage accompanied each other as he found her killrs and with his blade and his rage slew them where they stood.
A sound stopped him in his tracks. What was it? It could not be the voices of the spirits he hears whispering constantly. These were living beings. What were they doing here?
He heard a rough voice along with a softer female voice mention she was going to meet genuine heroes. Azrael chuckled. He himself was no hero. But he had known heroes. Their whereabouts were unknown to him. He knew they were alive for their voices would join the whispers.
For some reason... he was drawn to this girl. Sighing and shrugging he stepped from the shadows and pulled down his hood. Revealing his black and white hair that was tied back and his red Shiekah eyes that reflected the moonlight.
"I do not know what heroes you speak of. But I can assure you none remain in this land."
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Post by Iona on Aug 10, 2014 21:23:47 GMT -6
The dark branches of the trees stretched upwards to the moonlight, hungrily grabbing for any source of light to feed upon. Below those were the smaller, younger trees who vainly fought the war for light, their smaller, meager branches grazing and intertwining with the thicker branches of taller, older trees. Ivy of all sorts sprawled without discrimination on the trees, from wispy and delicate varieties to the kind that were thick and strong enough to resemble and overpower trees. Conquered remnants of saplings and teenage trees lay were they had fallen from being ravaged by ivies and having lost the battle for sufficient light. Fungi in innumerable kinds blossomed over those dead trees in more of a morbidly celebratory fashion than a mourning of their loss of life. Such was the unnoticed, utterly silent fight for light, and life, in the forest.
In between the layers of the forest, muffled by the thicket of the middle canopy, a light constantly pulsed in a bluish white color. Mostly, the light came in short, bright bursts, much like lightning, but at times the light would shine for a few seconds at a time, in a consistent, shapeless form that illuminated the branches only a few feet in front of it. But it seemed to take some sort of concentration for the source, as that brief shining of light came only periodically.
Nestled in a yawning indention in the trunk of an older tree, the source slept, one arm thrown over one side of her head, the light not really having a true source but acted as a mostly circular barrier around her. Hardly over 5'4" with her back completely straight, the source fit almost perfectly in the leafy nook. A dark green cloak was wrapped around her like a blanket, but underneath she wore a Gerudo guardsman uniform, but unlike than the standard issue vibrant purple, it was lined in gold and a slightly lighter shade of green than the cloak. Decorated in priceless jewelry, thin and thick anklets of silver and gold, a pair of expertly made silver gauntlets embedded with numerous cut and shining jewels. Arm bands of various thickness on her forearms, thin golden bracelets beaten with emeralds and rubies lay over the gauntlets. Her thick, dark hair was even kept back by a headband of sorts of gold encrusted jewels that may or may not have been embedded into her skull. Nearly every bit of her was covered by some sort of treasure of the legends and stories told to the children of peoples from leagues around.
Her eyes snapped open, revealing bright brown eyes that appeared like an electrified copper wire. A sudden, dank breeze sighed through the branches of the trees, unsettling the leaves with what seemed to be a concerned rustle. The light around her weakened a hair, then brightened more as if to make up for it. The moonlight even seemed to dim. There was a darkness in the forest; this slight,almost greasy breeze foretold it's presence.
Sitting up, it was a miracle that she didn't clink and clatter like a knight in full armor by all her pieces of jewelry. In fact, she seemed to defy normal or logical reason. Iona Solas stood up from her comfortable place in the trunk and stepped onto a thick branch, the fingers on her child-like hands touching the hilt of the coiled chain blade at her side. A smile flitted over her lips, somehow both sinister and holy. Something was out there, a dark something, and she was up for the challenge.
"Moo,"she said, and she took off on surprisingly nimble and soundless feet through the thicket to meet up with that something, the light emitting from her fading into the night.
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From above, the moonlight shone on two figures in a small clearing in the forest. One was a welcomed sight, a familiar friend. The other..."Ew." She remarked under her breath, her light gone, just a few feet over their heads. It, the girl, was like watching at an avalanche descend on a village. Her senses stung and ached and alarms went off in her head. She appeared harmless, short and slim, girlish, but Iona got the whiff of something off about her. Something empty, hollow...almost--
She left no more room for thought. Jumping from the branch down below, she landed a step beside Azrael, her cloak billowing out around her, the hood silently coming off. Inside, she was pleased with her dramatic entrance, knowing she half-stole the cloak for a reason. She paused, looking out through the clearing and sensing a another being somewhere out of sight.
Then she addressed the girl. A disdainful look at her appearance, an up and down sort of judging look that graded her not on her clothes or her state of well being, but what frankly was along the grounds of creativity. Then, Iona turned her head to aside, smiled a pretty smile, but pulled her lower lip down, showing one full side of her white bottom teeth. A muscle beneath her eye connecting to her nostril and the left corner of her mouth twitched frantically, giving her a maniacal image.
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Post by Faro/Blade on Aug 17, 2014 4:03:15 GMT -6
As the moon filtered down through the leaves, the hooded figure wondered why he was here. He certainly wasn't here for a contract, but maybe that was the point. He'd been on too many solitary contracts in the past year, and after so much work, he'd almost forgotten that inexplicable pull that guided him in his travels when he had no pressing matters to deal with. The pull that brought him closer to his friends. He knew he would remember them, if only by their scents, but would they remember him? He wasn't quite as open as he had been before, and his appearance had changed as well. He did not go so far as growing a beard, but he most certainly looked a year older.
His clothes had changed as well, a considerable factor for one who spent all his time wearing a hood. Gone was the separate tunic and undershirt favored by most of his brothers, replaced by a dark red coat with square tails ending at his knee, a hood added on his own after a few missions. Underneath that was blue vest that buttoned to his neck and had a collar which he folded out over the coat. Visible only around his waist was the white undershirt that tucked into his pants, which were white as well with a belt hanging off for his daggers. Black boots that came to his knee completed the outfit. It was a far cry from his old attire, and not one he enjoyed making, but such was the price of anonymity. Fighting powerful enemies made it hard to remain hidden, and everyone would have heard of an assassin with a blue hood.
Regardless, he was still the same man beneath it all, just a bit more cautious now. His trademark sense of smell picked up the various smells of the forest. Pine needles, wildflowers, and the faint scent of death that hovered over the circle of life. Not native to the forest were two other smells, one familiar, and one not, and both roughly the same distance away. It didn't worry him. If one of the scents was indeed who he thought it was, then it only made sense that the one it belonged to would hang around a stranger. He set off in the direction of the scents and happened upon them quickly, confirming his suspicions visually. He approached them, realizing that he did in fact know both of them, but was far more well-acquainted with the other. "Been a long time, Iona, surprised you're still alive." He remarked to the Gerudo, his gold eyes flashing from beneath the hood as he looked to her.
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Eldrin/Vai
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Post by Eldrin/Vai on Aug 17, 2014 17:38:55 GMT -6
It had been almost a year that he had been at his own devices... almost a year spent scheming, and enacting, entirely solitary plans... almost a year since he had last seen his friends. And in all that time, even in all the fun he'd had, all the success and triumph, something was seriously missing. It was like a piece of his soul was missing.
What was the point, even in what he was currently doing? Sure, he was midway through a swan dive off of a huge tree, dead into the center an unsuspecting convoy. Sure, he was shifting in midair so that he would land, spiked feet first on their leader's back. But, really, where was the fun? Even now, as he rode the leader smashing into the ground, and spin-kicked the man behind him right in the jaw. He vaulted over the cart in the center of the convoy, coming over with a drop kick to someone's chest. He back-flipped to his feet from the momentum of the kick, and immediately brought up both arms. He stepped forward as the man to his right threw a punch, barely missing the knuckles, and slammed his arms into his opponent's elbow. He wrapped his hands around the man's head an brought it down to his incoming knee. He followed with three strikes in rapid sucession, two punches to the face and a straight kick straight to the diaphragm. Even as that man was flying backwards onto his ass, he was already coming toward his last opponent. He delivered a double-handed chop to both sides of his throat, cutting of bloodflow to his brain for a couple seconds. In those couple seconds, he gently pricked the man in the throat, right over the carotid artery with Avarice. It was only after he was already walking away that the poison took hold, and the man passed out. But Eldrin was already taking the reins of the single horse that was suppose to be pulling the cart.
"Not even a little fun without them..." he muttered, shaking his head.
And so it was that the thief Eldrin acquired what he was hired to steal, and set off to deliver it to the Lost Woods. It was a long, boring journey in which he had ample time to reminisce on the good old day. Hell, it hadn't even been a full year, but damn... it felt like a lifetime. The adventures, the laughs, even the sorrow. He had to have it back.
When he finally arrived in the Woods, he found the foliage too thick to drive a cart through. Instead, he had to carry the huge wooden crate on his back. It wasn't impossible, the crate was only about a hundred pounds... but it was ridiculously difficult. There was really no good way to grip the damn thing, and a hundred pounds got really heavy after a little while. When he finally arrived, he burst through the bushes, tripping on a root and sending the box crashing at some creepy looking girl's feet. The box wasn't damaged... but what ever was inside had probably taken a good little beating. "Alright, who's the asshole who ordered the goddamn-" he stopped mid-sentence when he noticed Blade and Azrael... and that electric thing. Eldrin jumped to his feet and dusted himself off. "Long time no see, guys! What're we doin'? Going on an adventure?"
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Post by Rii/Thell on Aug 17, 2014 21:36:40 GMT -6
It had been a little over a year since she had last seen her friends, or perhaps the better term was adventuring acquaintances? Animated-corpse-killing crew? Forest strangers with a love for combat and rule-breaking? They had been helping her track down the man who had murdered her father and had attempted to do the same to her, but they had no such luck. Her aunt had led her to the man's hometown, but it was infested, and even after killing the diseased spirits in the nearby forest to rid the town of the infestation, the man was still nowhere to be found, and the group had dispersed, Thell's quest of the past few years a failure.
Sort of.
Until she had found one of the diseased forest spirits not dead, but missing. She'd tracked it down, and as luck would have it her almost murderer was the one carrying the spirit close to his chest.
Thell had not been kind to him.
Since then she'd felt a little lost, her initial purpose for adventuring gone. Sure, he'd said some vague words. Something about returning in unforeseen ways, a seed planted in the darkness where she couldn't see. Whatever mysterious bullshit he was trying to pull on her to set her on the edge, she wasn't buying it. No, Thell had bought a silk sash of bright green, purple, and gold swirls instead and had tied her hair back and taken all the nearest taverns by storm, severe burn tissue and all. Being lost with no destination meant one could go anywhere, and apparently there was a market for people with mysterious scars. Some people were into those with dark pasts, scars hinting at more serious and wild times. An attractive, well-endowed exotic girl with burns hidden beneath inky shadows of a tavern was just what they were looking for. So Thell had made some rupee, rejoining the life she had been briefly invested in before her brush with fire. From there she'd found work with her wooden crafts, sometimes selling as a slightly-scary-looking vendor, sometimes weaving them with magic for far more interesting purposes. She'd perfected carving creatures roughly the size of her pinky, and there were people willing to pay for an easily controlled, impossible-to-locate set of ears that could spy on targets.
Being lost with no intention of getting back on a specific track definitely had its benefits. Some rupees were sent back to her village for all the apprentices of the shop, some left for friends in brothels, and some were traded for the new elaborately wrought bracers on her arms. But she still had some left with the intention of purchasing some trinkets to put into her magicked carvings. Vandir could look a little better around the edges.
"Do you remember what happens to those who are lost in these woods?" Vandir asked as he peered around them, observing the forest from her shoulder.
"Children become Skull Kids. Adults become Stalfos. Why? Worried you'll be bound to a skeleton in a few hours?" Thell teased, running her hand along a branch.
"Just curious."
"You were worried," Thell insisted with a smirk. "But never fear. I don't believe in getting lost in any forest."
Vandir huffed at that. "I could believe snow doesn't exist, but that won't change anything."
"I don't get lost in forests." But instead of sounding bitter and insulted at his remarks, Thell laughed and spun in a circle, closing her eyes to the plant life around her. "Though being lost as of late has been fun."
Vandir said nothing more, pleased that Thell felt so light after many years of pent up anger and frustration.
But then he swore he heard voices. "Thell. Someone's nearby."
She froze, quirking up a red eyebrow as she returned her arms to her sides and began to cautiously approach a clearing where, true to Vandir's observation, there were indeed silhouettes.
"Not just someone, Vandir, there's a whole group. Familiar faces included," she observed loudly, entering and grinning at Iona and Eldrin.
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Kadina
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Post by Kadina on Aug 17, 2014 22:00:19 GMT -6
The Lost Woods were a peaceful place at night. At least for the most part. There was no denying the dangers of moblins, deku scrubs, babas, skulltulas, and skull children... the latter not being a threat if you're Kadina.
Infact, Kadina was in good with the band of skull children who roamed the forest. They had a you-scratch-my-back-I'll-scratch-yours-kind of relationship. The beginning of their comradery is an interesting story to be told another time. The point of the matter is that Kadina buys the skull kids' alcohol in exchange for pretty much any of their deviant services.... Something Kadina has taken advantage of more times than you could count.
Kadina leaned against a tree, humming what sounded like a popular Indigo-Go's tune as the soft breeze rustled through her hair. The beads and charms tied to their individual strands of hair clinked together making her out to be some sort of human windchime. It accompanied her humming nicely, and she was rather amused.
However, seconds grew into minutes that soon grew into an hour and Kadina was becoming irate, her humming now replaced with the impatient tap-tap-tapping of her little slipper. The gypsy walked out from under her tree and into a clearing where the moon shown defiantly upon her. She stabbed her dagger into the earth (a make-shift sundial), pulled out a compass, and huffed loudly. "That little vermin is late..."
An eerie and child-like laughter filtered down from the obscurity of hovering leaves and branches nearby. Emerging from under the treetop was a skull mask, right-side up, before it turned a complete 180 degrees in its place, now appearing upside down. Kadina, spooked at first, recognized it to be Lïto. She approached the skullchild feeling relieved to see the creepy mask anchored to a child's body hanging upside down from the branch.
"You don't honestly think I'd leave you... hanging.... do you?" The child cackled at his pun and dropped to the ground, leaves trailing behind him and landing lightly all around. The two initiated a sort of top-secret handshake before Kadina kneeled at eye level with the heathen. "Here..." She pulled a brown paper sack concealing a bottle of jack from behind her and handed it to the boy. "I held up my end... Now you." She smirked and looked around to make sure nobody was watching.
The skullchild dug around in a cloth bag for what seemed like eternity before fetching from it a tinier drawstring bag and placing it in Kadina's palm. Kadina opened the bag, examined the contents, and took a whiff. "Oh boy... yeah... that's.. that's definitely the stuff. At least from what I've heard. Very potent." Her nose wrinkled up and her sneaky smirk turned to a wry grimace of disgust. The skullchild cackled again, this time falling on his hind quarters and rolling around with laughter. His arms were wrapped around his abdomen as if the laughter were too much for his fragile body. He ached.
"Okay, okay, knock it off. What do I do?" The skull child pulled his face in close to Kadina's, their noses (if he had one) almost touching. After building up to what Kadina thought would be some sort of intricate instruction, the skullchild burst out, "YOU EAT IT!!! HAAAAAA HAHAHAHA" And again with the rolling and laughing and kicking in a giggly fit.
"Ew.... ick... okay. What does it taste like? How long until it works? You sure I don't have to like... light it on fire first? This is so weird. Hey.... HEY! Would you knock it off?" Lïto's laughter dwindled and he stood up leaning into Kadina's face once more, this time making smoochy noises as if to plant a kiss. Kadina pressed her palm to his face and shoved him away wholly expecting the snickering that followed. She rolled her eyes. "Okay, I'm leaving. I was never here." She stood and began walking away.
"See you at the harvest festival, my lovely litttle dragon lilly." Lïto shouted after Kadina as she drew her dagger from the ground and carried on. Lïto sprung into the tree from which he had dropped and disapeared in the night, his laughter growing faint but never ceasing until Kadina was far enough away.
Kadina looked around for company and when it seemed to be clear, she opened the drawstring bag and pulled out a magic mushroom. It was large, plump, puffy, and purple with fuchsia colored polka dots speckling the cap. And its odor... by goddessess.. it was revolting, but it was fresh, for sure. She held her nose and took a few minutes for mental encouragment. She was nervous. Not because the act was completely illegal due to her being in good health and the mushroom uprescribed, but because she worried the taste might actually be worse than the smell, Din forbid.
Suddenly, Kadina heard a wagon rapidly trailing through the woods. Panicking, Kadina tossed the mushroom into her mouth and swallowed it whole. She crept down behind a bush and watched curiosly as the wagon passed. Why at such a fast pace? And so late at night, too.
Wait... was that? "Eldrin?"
It was! Kadina couldn't believe her eyes! Had the mushroom kicked in that quickly? She must have been halucinating. But if not... she still had a whole other mushroom, and who better to share it with than her partner in crime! "Wait! Eldrin! I'm coming!"
Kadina followed Eldrin's tracks for 10 minutes before almost giving up. She was starting to feel light headed and was coming to the realization that Eldrin was long gone by now. She was beginning to accept that she might not see her dear friend for several more months... or any of her friends for that matter. She missed them all, to be quite honest. Oh god, no, were those tears? Really? No way, Kadina was never this sappy. It had to be the beginning phases of the shroom. Light headedness, emotional... Oh my goddesses!! My tears are radioactive lava! They're melting off my cheeks, oh no, oh no, ohhhhh noooo. Just then, in the middle of Kadina's psychoactive emotional meltdown, she saw the wagon and a huddle of people up ahead. She sniffled and wiped her eyes, trying very careful to use only the cloth from her vest so that her "acidic tears" didn't sear her fleshy fingertips. She squinted, unaware that she was still walking forward. If anything, it looked like they were coming towards her.
"Well that one there is Eldrin of course, and the green thing is... a pretty princess, and the one in the red coat is... a pirate! Arrr..." Kadina had now reached the others and was holding her finger up like a pirate hook in Blade's face while making a really poor impression. Then she turned to see Solace...
"HOLY SHHHIT! HO GOD!" Kadina jumped into Eldrin's arms, scared half to death, breathing heavily.. almost not breathing at all. "Okay... *breath* I'm tripping really bad right now, aren't I?" She watched terrified as Solace's tattoos moved around on her skin. Funny thing though... nothing about Solace was a halucination. It was allllll real.
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Post by Iona on Aug 21, 2014 14:57:57 GMT -6
Overwhelmed by the sudden influx of familiar faces, Iona was unusually silent. For some, a year or more went by without her seeing them, and one was practically unknown to her. Letting go of her bottom lip, she nervously gave Thell a wary glance. It wasn't all that uncommon to see Gerudo outside of the Fortress these days, but Iona usually did her best to avoid normal Gerudo,considering nearly all of the Gerudo population loathed her but often left her alone--at the Fortress; she wasn't sure about the outside world. The black-haired Gerudo was obviously different from her sisters; her eyes were a light brown in color, her hair was black and she was 5'4" on good days. Never mind the fact that she was born with a strange electrical abilities and inheriting superb sword wielding talents from her mother, the infamously cruel warrior Qaliyah. Although physically attractive in shape (like all Gerudo) and exceptionally beautiful in features, an affinity to bright, sparkling things and a deeply ingrained instinct to rebel often repelled most, but her very, uh, unique personality kept all sorts of people avoiding her like the plague, except these few.
She smiled at Blade and her fist flew up towards his face, but she stopped it and decided that taking a step back might be more socially accepted. "Blade!"She crowed happily, but started to look at all of her jewelry. A treasure hunter, Iona was jewel-laded with her findings; it wasn't clear where she stored items she couldn't wear. She plucked off an ornate gold man's ring with a squarely cut garnet that shone like the dark blood from the insides of a heart. Grabbing his hand, she dropped the priceless ring into his palm and closed his hand and pushed him away. "Keep it!" She ordered and set to looking at the rest of the group with a small, contented smile on her lips.
Her face froze when her amber gaze fell on Eldrin. Seemingly conflicted as to what to say, she opened and closed her mouth, and settled for sticking her tongue at him and dramatically turning away, pulling on her cloak for the same billowing effect as earlier. The folds coming loose for a second, an eye-like insignia was present in the center, but it was hidden from view as soon as the cloak folded over again.
Clearly, she had been busy in her time of leaving, as new additions to the treasure trove that was her body. A large, thick gold and silver belt inlaid with enormous jewels hung sideways over her waist and onto her left hip, her chain blade attached to it. A diadem of gold and precious jewels now graced her forehead, the center of the circlet housed the biggest stone, a diamond, that looked eerily familiar, suspiciously royal...
Iona followed Kadina's eyes and considered her horror. "Yes, ew,"she agreed with the bandit, eyeing the creature with disdain. "What does it call it?" she addressed the girlish thing with a sneer-ish, dismissing wave of her hand. "Does it have a name?"
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Eldrin/Vai
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Post by Eldrin/Vai on Sept 27, 2014 23:02:45 GMT -6
"Welcome, welcome! Come in, come in to the circle! There you are, nice and snug... settle in, it'll be a forever or three!" Solace exclaimed excitedly, her voice bubbly and every word choked about between a fit of childish giggles. Flashing Blade and Azrael her smile. She held out her arms for a hug... and for about thirty seconds there was this odd pause where she just stood there waiting... and the other two just stared in bewilderment. Eventually, she dropped this, apparently unperturbed by their persistent standoff. "We've so much to discuss! But I know what you're not thinking, and oh no, no, no, are you ever so right! We need to wait until everyone is here!" she said, giving them an odd little wink. "In the meantime, Azrael, you can talk to dead children or whatever, and Blade... well... I think I might have dog treats or something..." Solace said happily, apparently unaware that she's being both mildly insulting and entirely creepy in her apparent knowledge of them.
Behind the odd girl-thing, Eldrin let out a little, "Holy freakin' tits! Kadina!" He caught her by reflex, though his knees gave a little in the process. She definitely wasn't heavy, but he was still tired from carrying that forsaken crate across the forest. She had a damp, earthy scent on her breath and her wild eyes were dilating unnaturally. That and the fact that she was spouting nonsense, made it very easy for him to figure out what was going on. "And you didn't save any for me? I'm insulted!" the thief complained, mockingly butthurt.
At the sound of Eldrin and Kadina, Solace's head snapped a full 180 degrees back, though her body didn't follow. It was as if they had two different plans. Her white pupils darted to Eldrin's face, then, disregarding him, moved on to the box he had brought. "Oh my, oh my... is that what I think it is?" her mouth spread into a particularly large smile, stretching from cheekbone to cheekbone. Countless glossy white teeth bared in the moonlight. "And, look at that! Even more heroes to do the heroing! What a joyfull night is this!" Solace squealed. Her body seemed to finally catch on, turning around in the opposite direction of her body. The flesh of her throat bunched and twisted and stretched all at once, but it seemed to melt and mold itself back to a semblance of normalcy. She shifted her unnerving gaze between Thell, Iona, and Kadina. "Oh my, here are my ladies! The heroines of this story!" she giggled gleefully. The look on her face was that of a fan girl meeting celebrities. Her face lit up when Iona asked for her name. "Well, I don't really have one... I tried telling them that I'm Solace, but they all thought I said Solace! Silly owls! So I guess you can call me that, if you want." The girl answered cryptically.
It was a moment before she looked at Eldrin again. "Um... I'm not sure what you're still doing here... I think we agreed that you're payment would be waiting in Kakariko... so uh... bye bye!" she said politely, giving a cordial little wave. "Please leave Kadina though. We need her."
Eldrin stared for a minute, taken aback. "Thell, hold this for a minute," he said, passing Kadina off to her. "What the hell are you talking about? I'm a part of this... this thing! I'm like, one of the first ones!"
Solace winced sympathetically. "Oh dear, I think the deliveryman is crazy..." she whispered to Blade. "Don't worry though, I've got it," she assured them all.
Before anyone could protest, the tattoos on her body shifted to her arm, pooling together on her palm in a jumbled mess of glyphs. She held her hand close to her face and blew lightly across it. A single glyph took to the breeze, floating toward Eldrin. The thief gasped at this bizarre sight, but the intake of air sucked the glyph into his mouth and down his throat. For a moment, the thief choked on the glyph, before managing to swallow it. When this was over, Eldrin stared in confusion at having just eaten one of this strange girl's tattoos. ""What the-" the thief's eyes widened suddenly, and his face went blank. "-haystack! I've got kittens at my tea, cotton speck. Chick chick, pebble. Fucking fuckle funk. Yrreggle- GKAAAAAGH!" The thief began to fidget and writhe, foaming at the mouth. Finally, he fell down, curled up into a ball, and passed out cold.
"Yeesh... they don't normally go that crazy... he's gonna have one heck of a headache tomorrow." Solace muttered, shaking her head almost sadly. Her tattoos had resumed their wandering by this point. She brightened up as she took a seat on the crate and used the unconscious thief as a footrest. "Now then, is everyone here?"
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Post by Faro/Blade on Dec 2, 2014 1:59:14 GMT -6
(Two whole months with no posts? UNACCEPTABLE)
A year was far too short a frame of time for Blade to forget Iona's eccentricities. Reflexively, his head moved back as the fist came at him, his yellow eyes locked on the thief. Before he had a chance to say anything beyond "Iona.", his arm was jerked forward by forces outside his control, and a garnet ring was dropped into the palm of his gloved hand. The whole thing made him miss the part where the new girl mentioned dog treats and tried to hug everyone. Iona gave him a gentle shove back, and he ended up standing next to that new person who seemed rather eccentric herself. Even more so once her tattoos began to come alive. He almost said something about how Eldrin acting the same as he normally did, but once again his mouth was too slow to keep up with the events unfolding before him. In his defense, everything seemed normal until he started foaming at the mouth. Only once he fell still did Blade find the chance to comment.
"Great, now one of us has to carry him." He said, trying to wake Eldrin with a nudge from his arm. "Who are you, anyway?" Blade asked, looking to the girl, his hand moving slowly to one his daggers. He was uneasy having someone around who attacked others in their circle of friends, but he was willing to give her a second chance if he got some quick answers.
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Post by Rii/Thell on Dec 7, 2014 12:30:19 GMT -6
Thell had seen a lot of intoxicated people, even several people on a high after inhaling this or smoking that. Whatever suited their fancy. But this was a whole new level of… crazy. And even the girl who didn't appear to be high off of anything was speaking in some rather nonsensical tongues. Heroines of this story…? She didn't have much time to think on it, as Kadina's body was being thrust into her arms, and she scrambled to adjust her grip so as not to drop the currently hyperactive gypsy.
And then the little girl was using some type of magic through her tattoos and Eldrin collapsed to the floor. Marvelous. What a great turn of events. Not three minutes after Thell's arrival and two people were already incapacitated.
"My hands are full," Thell insisted after Blade's astute observation, shifting Kadina in her arms to emphasize her point. "But yeah, I would like to second his question. As if we'd know how many people are here, anyway. We're all oblivious here and you seem to be holding all the cards." A fact Thell didn't like one bit. She preferred not to leave her fate in the hands of someone else.
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Azrael/Iris
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Post by Azrael/Iris on Dec 18, 2014 16:48:03 GMT -6
"Any being that has perished I can communicate with.."The monk responded to the strange girl that danced in the forest.
Azrael watched as his drunken cousin and a possibly more drunken Kadina embraced and tried to catch up on the times. He sighed and watched as more of his allies and friends gathered around. Certainly a gathering of this size wasn't by coincidence.
Surely they were not all called to this spot at random. No... someone... or SOMETHING called them here. Azrael suspected that it was the girl, Solace, and the rather large intimidating wolf that accompanied her. The monk chuckled silently. This canine put to shame Artie's impressive shape shifting form. He frowned again thinking of the demon that shared Torak's soul. Even this wolf paled in comparison to the wolf demon.
His red shiekah eyes scanned the area as his thoughts swam. He noticed that every spirit in the forest seemed to avoid this area. This concerned him. His left hand fell to his sword hilt and gripped it, ready for anything.
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Kadina
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Post by Kadina on Dec 24, 2014 16:26:51 GMT -6
There was a trumpet playing in the distant corners of Kadina’s mind as she began to spiral deeper into her trip. She made no mention of it, as she was mesmerized by its clear and haunting tone. It grew louder as the world around her began to be speckled by galaxies and stars that hung in the trees of the wood around them. It was as if a dark blue filter had bloomed into a murk around her with nothing but her companions, the strange girl, and a regal wolf remaining. The creature reminded Kadina of an old friend, and speaking of friends, she smiled fondly and stupidly as she looked around at the gang. Had Azrael been there the whole time? She was delighted by his presence.
Eldrin spoke, but his voice dragged slowly and in a low unnatural timbre. Suddenly, the bewildered gypsy felt his hands disappear beneath her. Gravity was gone and she was floating through a cosmos, the trumpet beckoning to her. As she felt herself drifting away from Eldrin’s grasp, she could swear the brass instrument grew louder and rang in the left hemisphere of her brain, pulling her in its direction. A minuscule sense of reality still clung to her in the midst of her trip, and so she began to panic. The others had suddenly disappeared, but where did they go?
Just as the thought began to consume her and twist her ethereal trip into a sour one, she felt anchored into someone’s arms again, and the cosmos began to fade along with the trumpet. But, not before one of Solace’s glyphs wafted through the air and into Eldrin’s mouth, which happened to be fanged and accompanied by a long reptilian-like tongue.
Kadina felt confused. She thought Eldrin had been the one holding her. She looked up and Thell, who seemed mildly uncomfortable by the bandit girl being thrusted into her arms, formed into focus. Kadina liked the way she smelled of spices and horse stables. She was trying to imagine why that might be, but a ruckus broke out followed by the collapse of Eldrin.
Suddenly, Blade spoke and it startled her. It was the first time she had heard his voice in a year. As Kadina continued to be reeled back in by reality, her senses became very keen to the most minute of details. The first being Blades uneasiness as his hand lingered near his dagger. The gypsy felt unexplainably safe in Blade’s presence, and thank God. She wasn’t certain of what help she could be to herself at this moment. It seemed that the odd girl with the strange tats and wolf friend was a threat the way everyone suddenly became very tense.
Kadina shifted in Thell’s arms and slowly reached one of her slippered feet to the earth as to abandon her cradle. Once grounded, the wide-eyed thief patted Thell on the shoulder as a gesture of appreciate and spun around to face Solace, who sat proudly upon the box that Eldrin had delivered.
“Alright, get on with it. Answer the man, or I’ll steal your box.” Kadina tried her best to be taken seriously, but failed miserably when drool slipped from the corner of her numb mouth and she scrambled to wipe it away.
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Eldrin/Vai
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Post by Eldrin/Vai on Jun 22, 2015 1:00:50 GMT -6
Solace took the time to count each one of them, and then count her fingers. "Nope... nope, nope," she muttered, shaking her head a little too rapidly from side to side. "One missing... one little hero. More of a sidekick, really." She stood up and started checking pockets that she definitely didn't have before. She pulled out from these newfound pockets many items of varying absurdity. A staff (about 5 and a half feet long), a live Kokiri (who screamed something about 'freedom' and ran off into the woods), a chain necklace looped with six skulls, each with a gem implanted in the forehead (which she draped across Taal's haunches), and finally a crumpled parchment note. She unraveled the note and spent a minute reading it. "Grocery list... Taal? Did you pick up the peaches?"
"No, dearest, they were out. You ordered them in the box with that other thing."
"Oh! Oh my! That's where I put that!" Solace cried, doing a little dance out of excitement. She reached down, and with one thin little arm, she picked the hundred pound box as if it were a feather. Turning it casually in one hand, she looked it over until she found hinges and a latch. Setting it lightly down upright, she proceeded to open it.
"There you are, Moonshine!" she exclaimed happily as the box opened, revealing the package she had ordered.
A small unconscious boy of about eleven years old, suspended in midair, slightly off from the walls of the crate. He wore his black hair in a small top knot ponytail at the top of his head. His swarthy skin and his odd clothes clearly labeled him a foreigner. Solace, seemingly having expected this, consolidated her glyphs once again. This time, she fed the glyph between the boys lips.
Na'ako's eyes snapped open instantly, and seconds later he dropped from suspension. His legs crumpled instantly from weeks of disuse, and he immediately fell straight into somebody... and then he didn't. The girl in front of him became intangible, and he slipped straight through her body and right into the forest floor. Immediately he sent a blast of energy from his palms, sending himself soaring upward. In midair he sent a gravitational pull into a tree limb above him, where he flew feet first and stuck. He decided to stay here for a good minute and get his bearings. He was in a forest. Where had he been last? A lake... somebody named Ganon... something about souls. He shook his head. Whatever had happened, he was still unclear on it. Might as well face the situation at hand.
"Hey, come back down and join the others, silly!"
Na'ako nearly dropped from the tree in surprise. The voice had come from right beside him. The strange girl he had fallen through earlier was now hanging right next to him, but her feet weren't magnetically stuck to the tree like his. Instead they seemed to be fused with the tree. Her ankles just sort of mixed into the tree, as if she were a section of it. "Wh- How? Who are you?"
The girl smiled and slithered back up into the tree, her body fusing into the wood. "Come down and I'll explain everything, silly little soul," her voice said, from inside the tree. She reappeared, defusing from the tree, down on the ground, and walked back over to her original spot. She picked up a very familiar staff and held it up where he could see. "I believe you're missing this?"
Na'ako sighed and released himself from the tree. Flipping upright in the air, he cushioned his landing with a light blast of force. He held out his hand and his staff flew from the girl's hand into his. The soft firmness of the whalebone in his hand was comforting. What wasn't comforting was the return of his spiritual connection that came with it. Like an icy chill sweeping over his body, and worse yet was what he saw in this girl-thing.
He put that from his mind. No point in judging others when he didn't know their story. Instead, he observed his surroundings. He didn't recognize most of the people here... especially not the fellow who seemed to be taking a nap, but he did see Kadina. A while back they had gone on a little adventure with a kid named Max. He still thought about that a lot. Max was the only kid his age that had bothered to try to befriend him since he'd started travelling, and Kadina had protected him (even though she had barely met him). It was nice to have friends. He honestly didn't expect to see them ever again. And then there was Patches... or, Dell? Something like that. A strange girl whose soul showed through burnt patches in her skin and her little wooden pet, which seemed to hang on to a bit of her soul. He was just about to greet them when the creepy girl-creature began to speak. Instead he sidled over between Patches and Kadina, nudging them both.
"Well then! Now that every one is here, we can begin!" the girl said, giddily. "The Kokiri call me Solace. Nice kiddos, not fond of me. Anywhatsit, I have a mission for you young," she peered over at Na'ako, "strong," she glanced toward Blade, "and strapping," her eyes darted in Azrael's direction and gave a creepy wink. The wink wouldn't have been too creepy if a second, reptillian, eyelid hadn't slid across her eye before the human one could. "-heroes! Hyrule is in grave danger... a very, very, very, very, very, sort of, very, evil creature has awoken. For a thousand years he has slept... and for a thousand years the world has known little fear... but that has change. Tomorrow, Death Mountain will erupt. But he has heard the vibrations, pulsing beneath the mountain, and they have awoken him. He ventures once again into the world." Solace's voice had turned grave. "I will be honest, heroes, I do not know if you can defeat him. But I do know that you have the best chance. He is a terrible creature. He wield a hundred arms of shadow, and a hundred eyes of light. He sees all, he grasps all. He will appear a normal man, but do not be fooled... he is a monster..." Solace shuddered, as a single red tear slipped from her left eye, leaving a bloody stream down her little cheek. "You must provoke him, and you must lead him here. Here, in my domain, I will put my full force against him... destroy him..." Solace suddenly cheered up right as she said one last sentence.
"And eat his soul." And she was gone. No one saw her leave. Nobody even witnessed her disappear. It was as if she was never there.
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Post by Iona on Aug 18, 2016 0:30:45 GMT -6
Again, Iona had fallen silent, becoming uncharacteristically sullen, and appeared to brood. Small sparks leaped out of her fingertips in an expression of anxiety as she slowly drew the hood of her cloak halfway over her jewel encrusted head, her big, whiskey-colored eyes wide and blank. Kadina and Eldrin's entrance and even Na'ako's strange appearance played all around her but she was stuck in an almost painful bout of reminiscence, much like a vision of a future, but with all the gut-wrenching, almost physical tangibility of that like Kadina's nightmarish trip. "...A hundred arms of shadow, and a hundred eyes of light..." Those words had a sing-song quality to them, but every bit the gravity of an ancient and innate sense of being, of purpose.
Her palms prickled and miniature bolts of lightning arched as she fought this devastating but fleeting feeling of déjà vu. A year changed this strange bejeweled clown of a Gerudo warrior, though an albeit shunned one who had lived like a crazed looting bandit, frequenting ruins for a thrill and anything of value. She had been free of alignment with any groups and thought to be a literal wildcard, too unstable for any group to desire her allegiance. Living like a crazed hermit, she traveled to remote places just for change of scenery. She chanced upon this motley crew of some of the most prestigious names in the Hylian underground almost entirely by accident, but she cherished them and the feeling of safety she felt when she was among them--a feeling unique to one in the presence of legendary skill and perhaps unrealized expertise. The smaller wide-opened eye that was imprinted on the back of her cloak was on the cover of the hood, and in the way she wore the cloak, the smaller motif made her appear she had a third eye. However, it's apparent that in a year this ever-elusive eccentric and electric recluse quickly aligned herself to some group or in association with them, perhaps out of necessity, or force, in a kaleidoscope of unseen shifts of power.
It made sense to her, their chance gathering, that thing and others like it to wake up and step into the relevance of the living, or at least this plane. Many, many bad things were to come to a head in the future like an unsightly blemish on the good face of Hyrule, it was said by...well, her and repeated a couple of cat-owning old maids and smelly old men, but still. This particular Gerudo, perhaps through her own strange origins and bizarre nature, was fascinated by stories of eld, of doom and gloom and ancient horrors spelling for dark days ahead...But who could say at this point what all this meant, right?
Iona let out a tense sigh and forced herself to relax once Solace was gone and her déjà vu was subsiding. She allowed a good look to all in their odd and confused group, her gaze lingering on Eldrin and Azrael for a second longer. But her default expression of a tiny smile and eyes wide but glinting with full mischievous intent returned, the sparks of anxiety disappeared. For once, her desire to leave these individuals to an epic but possibly tragic fate was outweighed by her reasons to stay, perhaps just out of curiosity to see if the group will survive this ordeal.
"Well, aren't we all just cuccos pecking on the wrong side of the cistern? Leave room for dessert!" She told them enthusiastically, hoping to rally them out of whatever caused their shocked states.
Still, she couldn't shake the feeling that perhaps this random chance meeting of mostly all of them was somehow the the end to a beginning, or perhaps, the beginning to an end.
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