Discussion in 'Roleplaying Games' started by shad12ow, Jul 13, 2016.
Somewhere out there....
(( good night everyone~ pretty much sleepy today- *faints* ))
(( Rest well! And wake up too, please. ))
[Well, I can't deny that I'm a weirdo myself...] (E)
[Sounds like what a bear would say...] (E)
[D-don't worry~ We just need time now~ Gobby, please.] (L)
The goblin puts the orb over the pile of corpses. The orb starts melting the flesh slowly.
[Hm... I think it'll take some time... Okay, let's sleep in the meanwhile.] (E)
[OOC] Sleep well.
Well, I might be building myself a bear golem in the near future. Who knows? Maybe an army of them? Maybe.
"Hello S- I mean, Tene. "
" Is it good? "
[Sounds cool.] (E)
He said it!
He revealed his plans!
Tene - "Hello Lone."
(( Night. ))
" Havin a good day? "
"Yes, I would say so. How about you?"
" Quite good too. "
"That's good to hear."
" Well, I met an intereting fella. "
OOC: anyways. Gonna sleep, I seriously can't stay any longer. Damn school schedules.
OOC: Alright, good night!
Matthew woke the next morning and made his way to the Tavern for breakfast. He didn't really need to sleep or even eat, but it was the best way to recover spent energy; and besides, as the Ghost of a songbird, he was comfortable sleeping in any random tree. When he entered it, he could feel his heart race for a short moment. It was far more lively that the night before and he strongly considered trying his luck somewhere else. Though He gathered his courage in the end and walked through the crowd; before he did anything, he approached the notice board by the far wall, looking up at the posted Request He'd made last night. It didn't seem like anyone had taken notice of it yet, but that was fair enough. If it came to it, the simple beasts without a speck of spiritual or magical power were not a threat to him at all, so he could go alone. His only concern was he was not to familiar with the area.
Matthew gave light sigh, then turned around, making his way through the crowed before sitting down at an empty table some distance from the densest group. After a few moments, he signaled to one of the wandering serving staff and ordered a light breakfast. After he did so....
History (Part One) Matthew Wren: Memories
Matthew spent the time waiting for his food,
watching the other Adventurers and various staff go about their business in the large tavern. Some were meeting with friends, others were waiting on Party members, eager to set off on their next quest. There was even some like himself, sitting along as they ate and rested from their travels. Matthew tended not to like large crowds like this, but he had to admit; for all of the noise and rambunctious souls, this simple and modest place was quite….Warm.
A strange expression began to creep on his face, like a smile crossed with a frown, as memories began to well up in his mind unbidden, memories he sometimes wish he could forget , while other times he clung to with all his might.
The little songbird started like any other. He was born to normal parents, little songbirds just like him. The nest where he spent youth was no different either, a humble construction of twigs and grass built with the sweat of his parent’s brow (for what brow birds have). Even the forest that he spent his days in, bathing in the warm sunlight and riding on the gentle winds, was just one of a thousand others like it.
So, he never really thought, or even cared, about much other than if there was enough berries on the local bushes or were that mean old hawk hid. But today? Today was different. He didn’t know why the strange man had choose this forest, or why he decided to stop under this particular tree. In the years to follow, if he’d ask the many different people he’d come to know, most would say it was “fate” or “destiny”.
But the only thing this little songbird understood at this moment, was a single word. Fear. Not just fear, but an unbridled terror that gripped his tiny soul and froze the song in his beak. As he looked down at the strange, black robed man staring up at him, the little songbird couldn’t even move, as if the air around him had become solid stone. The strange man stared at him for a long time, before a wide, dark grin spread across his face. And the little songbird’s world faded.
The little songbird drifted through the dense world of fog. He didn’t know how long it’d been since he’d come here. Sometimes it seemed like he’d only been in this strange place for a short while. Other times he was not sure if he’d ever been anywhere else. Like a waking dream, he was only vaguely aware of his actions from time to time. Sometimes he’d find himself soaring through the foggy sky, looking down on grey landscapes of various compositions. Other times he would sit in a shining cage in a dark room, as a strange man in a black robe worked at a nearby table.
Even the sounds around him seemed vague and muffled by the fog, and he’d only catch the faint whispers of words of those that came to visit. Only the words of the strange man, of the “Master”, we’re clear, though he thought it strange he could understand the words of a human.
“I said it will be finished when it’s finished! The more that you bother me, the less time I have to fix the problems”
“Yes, yes. I already know they know. But it does not matter at this point. We are nearing completion. They can’t stop us now.”
“Do you think I’m a Fool?! I already know that! But don’t worry, I have my methods…”
As the Master spoke, he looked over at the small silver cage sitting in the corner of dark room. The small ethereal songbird simply tilted its head with a quizzical look. The Master gave a dark smile in response, one that brought a distant memory to the little songbird’s mind.
[Some time later]
The little songbird flew through the foggy grey world, looking down on at the ground. A lot was going on today it seemed. He was currently flying over a large forest neat his Master’s small cottage. Surrounding the cottage was a sea of bodies, dull and grey. They didn’t speak much, but for the odd grunt or moan, but they were Master’s “friends”, so he didn’t pay them much mind.
Instead his eye’s turned to the distance, where thousands and thousands of tiny specks of light had gathered. If he were to fly closer, he could see that each speak was a human, a small fire burning in their chest. He didn’t know what those flames were, but that was not his place to know. His only job was simply to tell his Master when those little specks started to move. Sometimes a small group would break out from the rest and move towards his Master’s direction.
If he got to close, the little flames would throw sharpened sticks at him and chase him away. The most dangerous time had been when he approached the largest concentration of flames far away. As he drew near, large balls of light flew at his from all directions. He managed to dodge most of them, but the ones that hit burned, as if his soul had been set of fire. He’d never tried to go farther in since.
The little songbird would then fly off and tell his Master, who would send a group of Friends to meet them. After a short talk, they would return, with new friends in tow. The little songbird did not know how long this lasted for, but in time, the large group of little flames began to shrink, and the sea of friends swelled, till finally the group of flames moved away.
The Master watched the retreating flames from a high hill overlooking the forest. His body started to shake after a moment, and as he looked over the newly gathered friends, he let out a low chuckle that soon turned into a mad laughter. The little songbird could only sit on the Master’s shoulder and tremble.
The little Songbird watched the forest from high up. The Master’s friends had been growing by the day, and his new job was to search far out into the horizon, looking for new sources of little flames for him. While it was a rather boring duty, he did what he was told. Today, he had gone farther than he’d ever gone before, and already had a map of the area in his mind. It would soon be time for him to turn back and make his report.
But before he could, the little songbird noticed something strange. While they were weaker than the flames he saw in a human, he could normally see the small sparks of the wildlife and lesser creatures dotting the forest below him. He only just realized that for a long time now, he’d yet to see even one. Now that he took a close look, even the trees and plants of the area seemed to be losing their light.
While it was not very noticeable at first, the farther one looked in a certain direction, the more one could notice that something was a little strange. Eventually, there can a point where there was no more little lights at all, just a forest of dead and dried up trees. His curiosity peaked, the little bird turned and flew in that direction. If he was lucky, he might find something interesting.
After a short while, the little songbird arrived at what seemed to be the center of the dead forest, and in a small clearing, sat a tiny hut. The little songbird was surprised when he saw the little hut, for through the roof he could sense the presence of a single, small light. He descended in a slow manner, before alighting on an open windowsill. As he did, the sound of light weeping could be heard.
The little songbird looked to see the little flame, a small child, huddled in a far corner, their head down and buried in their knees. The little songbird felt a pang of sadness as he watched he small child crying all alone, and in an attempt to cheer them up, began to sing a sweet and melodious song.
As the song started, the small child gave a jump and looked up at the windowsill, eyes wide in shock and fear, though as the song continued on, a small sad smile began to creep along their face. The little songbird turned and looked at the child, and his voice froze in mid-song. She was still young, no more that 8 or 9 years old, though her tiny voice was ragged and dry. The small rough dress she wore was dirty and grimy and her arms were nothing more than skin and bone. Her sunken cheeks and baggy eyes suggested she’d been here for a long time.
But despite all of that, the little songbird could not tear his gaze away from her, it could only stare in wide-eye wonder. He didn't know why, but in this dark, cold, grey washed world, this tiny wasting girl was like an explosion of color. Whether it be her long brown hair, or the dark green eyes, the little songbird could not look away. Even the various specks of filth and grim that marred her sun-darkened skin seemed to stand out. Though the world around her was till grey and dreary, colors he'd though he'd lost long, long ago, clung to the little girl like a painting.
The two of them stared at each other in silence for a long time. The little girl spoke out with a sad voice, though the she gave a gentle smile, despite the tears,
“You can’t stay here little dove. Or you’ll end up like all the rest. Thank you for the song, truly, but it’s time to go.”
So went the first meeting between the little girl abandoned by the world and the little songbird who was not his own. Little did either know, that this meeting would become a catalyst that would soon change both of their destinies.
And the Destiny of countless others.
Matthew shook the memory from his mind, as the serving staff arrived with his food. He couldn’t spend his whole day trapped in memories of the past. He still had a job to do. Though as he slowly ate, he looked around the Tavern and watched the various people go about their day, gently humming a sweet melody to himself.
(OOC: @BlancFrost since you liked the background, here's the first part of the History [linked to the main thread as well, but I posted here in a spoiler as well, so it flows a bit better]. Tell me what you think!)
(OOC: EDIT; made some grammar and spelling changes. should read much better now.)
They are everywhere, even in objects.
so yeah both Air and leylines.
in AG all primary energies (mana, chaos, order, life, death etc...) exist everywhere.
what changes is the concentration
much like the air currents, the water currents these energies have the tendency of circulating around.
and much like water which seeks the easier way, these energies will create a "river" where its easier for them to move.
(tho unlike water, they will continue to exist everywhere not only on those "rivers", its just that the "river" will have more)
When those "Rivers" appears inside earth they are called leylines, on the air they are called gods breath, and on water life-flux. (or many other ways)
The Primary energies can also from "pounds", which are the where they accumulate naturally, these are the so-called power spots
" Yeah. A talking orb. "
Separate names with a comma.