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Post by Nevyne on Oct 18, 2016 20:41:59 GMT
Welcome to your
What would they dream of? Fiamma… would she see her father? A dream of her time in the wilderness? Perhaps a pleasant time with her avian friend, or a nightmare of the months evading hunters? And Aiden? A perverse dream of the jellyfish magi? Nightmares of Kalidas? Fights with hunters?
Not during this unnatural slumber. The two would find themselves lying face-first in dirt, near each other. Once they would pull themselves up, they would be greeted by an unnatural terrain; around their patch of dirt lie a field of bones; animal, human, magi… skulls and ribs, large bones and small. The sky and horizon would be a dome of black, swirling mist. And, before them, a throne twice their height, made of bone, and occupied by a tall woman. She was dressed in a flowing black robe, and the parts of her face and hands that could be seen were part flesh, and part… exposed bone. Atop her head was a creature, black and scarablike, with a tremendous maw of humanoid teeth. Both had eyes that glowed a deep, ocean blue, flames of the same color flickering off them. A shark-toothed grin would form on her face.
“So good to see you, my blessed ones,” She said. Her voice seemed to come from all directions, and skulls amid the terrain would open and close as if echoing her words. “I must say, that was quite the display you two put on in that quaint little town!”
She reached above and stroked the side of the creature’s maw. Her next words were not echoed, but still audible. “Opgraven, I must say; you chose wonderfully as ever. But you are the expert, after all! Hm? Oh, yes, of course!”
Her eyes turned back to the mortals below her. “I should introduce you two; Fiamma Maritz, this is Aiden Garnette; Aiden, this is Fiamma. And Fi? I wouldn’t let him too close to you. I’ve seen the perverse things he’s capable of! Ahuhuhu~”
With a satisfied sigh, she crossed on leg over the other and folded her hands over her knee. “I’m sure you’re filled with questions; mortals often are! But I do not have the patience of Irilys, and so let me give you the short version before your darling little minds start running around! You’ve been chosen to carry magic that hasn’t been seen for oh… A thousand years, now? Two? Hopefully it sticks around this time- be a dear, and try not to die, loves. It’s called Necromancy, and I’ll give you one guess what it gives you control over! I’ll give you a hint; the dead didn’t just decide to get up and take a stroll~”
With a flourish of her hand, small bones lifted from her throne’s arm and danced about like a disjointed ribbon, following the conductor’s swing of her finger. “It is not magic how you know it in this age; it is not born of runes or inherent to Magi, and that is how you, a child of Arithelia and a disgraced of Kalidas, may both possess such power. Of course, I am a gracious host, and so I will entertain the questions that are no doubt on the tip of your tongue… for a time. You may speak.”
W O R D S 545 M U S I C xxx T A G Fiamma Maritz | Aiden Garnette N O T E S Hello loves time for a (hopefully) short thread to tell you about your fun new powers! Either can reply first
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Post by Fiamma Maritz on Oct 20, 2016 23:19:29 GMT
[attr="class","foreign"] [attr="class","dust"] [attr="class","gold"]words: 596 [attr="class","gold"]anxious fire magi noises [attr="class","sun"]A Foreign Sun * I never thought I'd see It was in slow, sluggish increments that Fiamma "regained consciousness" (not really, considering that all of this took place in her dreaming mind) and began to stir where she lay prone in the dirt. Her brain was taking its sweet time to sift through the groggy haze that had settled upon it but it soon became apparent to the fire magi that she was in a very different situation than just before. She'd been... on a rooftop, talking about what to do next with two others. Fiamma remembered the crackle of the strange magic in her veins and the strange glow to her hands, and she also remembered the horde of zombies that had been shuffling about below while her ragtag group tried to figure out where to go. Where had all that gone?
Actually, a better question was this: where was she now?
The scent of damp earth clogged the fire magi's nostrils as she coordinated her body enough to drag herself up onto her knees and Fiamma wiped at her face with the back of one hand, blinking her way back to clarity. A cursory glance around showed a strange, unfamiliar scene. Dark skies, a misty clearing, and scattered bones of all shapes and sizes gave the place a rather eerie vibe, to say the least, which led the magi's expression to look cautious and uncertain even before she turned her head to lay eyes on the space's other occupants. The sight of a man laying face down beside her was... concerning, yet not all that startling; no it was the distinctly inhuman (more than just beyond human) woman whose presence sent a cold chill down her spine.
The woman's voice rang out in a surreal echo and Fiamma nearly flinched at the sound of it. Her tone of voice was almost— affectionate? The reason for that was wholly unknown to the fire magi and she was equally confused by this entity's words, calling attention to what had happened in Camlorn as if this situation they all found themselves in now was related. Ugh, she still felt a little bit groggy, though that was being remedied by the creeping sense of anxiety she felt now. Introductions seemed to be next on the agenda and this prompted Fiamma to glance towards the man beside her. Aiden, apparently; the comment on him being perverse only had the corners of her lips tighten in a small frown since, well, being hit on wasn't her largest concern right now. And how did this woman know him anyway? How did she know Fiamma's name?
The scaled magi found her way to her feet soon after this portion of the conversation— posture defensive and wary —however she felt more than slightly unsteady upon hearing the woman's next words. The dead didn't decide to just get up and take a stroll.
Those words did not have the echoing ring from earlier yet they still reeled through Fiamma's mind on loop as she tried to grasp what they meant. Blessed ones. Ancient magic. Necromancy. A look of abject horror washed across Fiamma's expression (suggesting that she was getting the gist of it now) and she opened her mouth once, twice, trying and failing to produce sounds that simply refused to come out. The words stuck in her throat and got no further until she clenched her fingers, nails biting into her palms, with a forceful breath. Calm the fuck down.
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Post by Aiden Garnette on Oct 24, 2016 4:29:30 GMT
 Post"Wicked" Aiden GarnetteThe first things he became aware of were his subtly throbbing heartbeat and the indescribable feeling of knowing he was in a place completely different from his memories. It was like a spring suddenly bounced up and jump-started his train of thought and consciousness. His mind speedily became clearer and clearer once he started to move again, starting with just the flexing of his fingers and the drawing of a stale breath. What had happened? What was going on and when did he fall asleep? Last thing that he remembered, he had been in the midst of a battle and the undead had risen from their graves. After fighting through the throngs of zombies, he came upon a group of zombies that weren't hostile to him and there was a weird light in his palm. What happened after that was covered by fog, no matter how hard he tried to break through it. Besides that, there was a dull numbness feeling making its way through his feet and hands. Shaking off the cobwebs, the silver-haired man steadily opened his eyes to reveal a blurry and unfocused landscape of blackened flowers and sky-high pillars of white light in front of him. At first, the sight was oddly bewitching and made him want to sleep again. Somewhere towards the end of his gaze, he could spot an attractive woman with a robe of flowing rainbows, flitting amidst the noise and smiling at him like a bemused lover. His awareness of space was nonexistent and dominated by the phantom trees that seemed to move soothingly to his eyes lashing. With vision clouded and the lights flickering clumsily, Aiden shook his head and the grogginess started dissipating. Awakening further whilst flopping and flipping his body using the strength of his forearms, Aiden's eyes peeled open in stark realization that he had been mistaken. The scene before him was nothing like a field of flowers. The things he had thought to be darkened stems and soft petals were, instead, shards of severed ribs and the silhouettes of jutted spines. The pillars reaching up into the heavens were not tall and alluring, but figments of his imagination layered over the tall, overpowering throne where the alluring, seductive woman sat. Darkly, the flowing garments of sheer black made her even more attractive then the one in his groggy vision. For some reason, he found the undisguised darkness to be more beguiling then the distance dominated by veiled goodness. She wore a grin that was like sharpened swords, eyes so unnatural as to cut him deeply. On all sides, he was surrounded by the recognizable remnants of the dead. There was no portion that was not touched by black mist surrounding them. Perhaps his eyes betrayed him though, brought on by aching fatigue in his muscles or perhaps he had been injected with something. As much as those explanations seemed likely, he pulled himself up warily to acknowledge the reality around him with a stoic, sleepy expression. Not far away from him, he spotted what appeared to be a young girl just waking up and passed over her form as the figure on the throne spoke up. It boomed as if loud speakers had pumped up the volume all around them, a hauntingly unnatural voice. For several moments, Aiden had to get his bearings together, rubbing his eyes to break apart the last remaining blocks of his thought. They were... in hell? That would definitely seem the likely explanation for now. The woman's rhetoric was like cold, chilling water washing over him and he found his voice rasping. It was hard to grasp so suddenly, but he was quick-witted enough now to see the bones dancing around the throne and quickly put the pieces together. He should've guessed that a goddess was involved in that whole mess and the thought brought a slight twist to the corner of his lip. But then that left the question: why him? Why was he here along with the girl who was not too far away and why were they chosen? His stomach welled up with anger at first directed at the smug woman on the throne, but then came a moment when he glanced at his fingers with bedeviled curiosity. Necromancy and the power to control the dead. Even for him, having already discovered the ability himself, he had to think carefully to wrap his head around the gravity of such a thing. He could certainly think of many handy uses for this power, even if the idea of a certain enmity towards any and all ilk of the goddess behind the Hunters. If nothing else, it would help him achieve his goals and perhaps could do so much more. Whatever the price was, he had a hard time seeing one that was too high to pay. When he thought of it that way, the idea of taking something like this from a goddess wasn't such a bad thing. Aiden gave her an unemotional stare, knelt before her throne more out of fatigue than proper manners, "What is the catch for all this if I may ask? I won't ask why you chose the two of us myself, but I need to ask what are the limits to this power and what do you want from us in return?" His voice fell weakly, almost shaking as if he was also a bit overwhelmed by this whole situation.
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Post by Nevyne on Oct 24, 2016 16:44:04 GMT
Welcome to your
Nevyne laughed sweetly, as if a parent questioned by her young children. “I do hope you are not under the impression you were chosen for some higher purpose. You simply have the right … oh, what is the mortal term… “Stuff” within you.” She waved her hand around as if this was all blah-blah-blah to her. “Ancient stuff. Leftover remnants from your ancestors. Responds well to Necromancy.”
She turned her gaze specifically to Aiden; he seemed much more intrigued by this gift than Arithelia’s Child did. She rapped her fingers on the throne in waves. “There is no ‘catch,’ my dear, suspicious mortal. It is a gift. You do not ask if there is a catch when you receive birthday presents, do you? But I suppose running from the guild for so long has made you less willing to trust,” she grinned and gave the smallest of nods. “Wise.”
She spread her arms out wide, and behind her throne, bones of all shapes and sizes lifted into the air. First they spiraled into a great circle, and then with small contractions and relaxations of her fingers, they would move in sync; skulls crossed in the middle, ribs danced in a wave, and exotic shapes and movements continued to display as she spoke.
“The limits are yours to decide, my Necromancers. Nurture your gift, and you can control bones, summon servants, and even extend your life for centuries.” When each item was listed, the bones shifted behind her to accentuate her point; first, the bones spiraled in artistic patterns, shifting like shapes in a kaleidoscope; then, they formed a solid shape, a humanoid abomination made of bone, hunched forward and with teeth as long as human ribs. And finally, they returned into a slow-crawling symbol for “infinity,” set high above her head.
“You may, of course, choose to ignore it,” she said, turning her gaze to Fiamma and offering her a wink. “But the magic is a part of you now, as natural as your own magic, or your own instincts. It could very well bring you the power to protect those you hold dear.”
She clapped, and the bones dropped from the sky, clattering around her throne as they collapses into the piles that remained on the ground. “Ah, and that does remind me! You see, today your powers were… abnormal. As it so happens, every millennia or two there is a specific alignment of stars and planets… I won’t bore you with the details, but once you wake, you will find that you are not able to summon corpses on such a scale… and likely will never in your lifetime.” She sighed at this and looked off to the side. Such a shame… it was always an entertaining time. “Well, all the better for you novices; you should find it easy enough to control, if not terribly exhausting.”
She set her elbow on her throne and her chin on her fist. “Was there anything else you wished to ask, while you are here? Speak.”
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Post by Fiamma Maritz on Oct 24, 2016 23:19:30 GMT
[attr="class","foreign"] [attr="class","dust"] [attr="class","gold"]words: 436 [attr="class","gold"]notes [attr="class","sun"]A Foreign Sun * I never thought I'd see Needless to say, that quieted Fiamma down rather quickly and the fire magi lapsed into a stony silence as she stood, fists balled at her sides and far too anxious to sit or kneel, trying to process all of this. Had she really expected some sort of grand explanation? Some reasoning that would make it stunningly clear why she had been saddled with these powers? It certainly might have made her feel a bit better, but no— all she had was the knowledge that she was somehow "suited" to Necromany. Whether she liked it or not.
Her eyes dropped from watching the ethereal woman (a goddess? to a believer like Fiamma she was frightening to even be near) to staring down at dark earth when Aiden began to ask further questions, suddenly feeling a creeping weariness that threatened to overwhelm her outrage and turn it to apathy. There really wasn't anything she could do about being gifted these powers besides listen and learn more about what she now found herself able to do so, begrudgingly, Fiamma kept her ears keen for any explanations. Fire would always be a volatile and willful element, but she didn't like the thought of being out of control of her magic and had at least learned how to guide its power thus far. Ignorance was dangerous. Yet would that mean she had to practice raising the dead— desecrating bodies and toying with the natural order of things —just to have that control? She really, really didn't like the thought... even though the possibilities of these powers were enticing.
A longer lifespan, conjured servants, power. Strength was essential to have when you wanted to rough it in the Outlands alone or, as a magi, stray to where Hunters roamed; their hostess seemed to read these very thoughts from Fiamma's head and, when she looked up, the woman had winked at her knowingly. The scaled magi responded by quickly glancing away again. No, surely she couldn't even consider using this sort of power. It was unnatural! A perversion of— of life itself, incomparable to the magic that had lived in her veins since she was born. She couldn't possibly... or at least, not unless faced with dire circumstances.
❝So that's... it. We have these powers, to use or not use as we want,❞ The knowledge soothed her frazzled nerves a slight bit since, apparently, neither of them would be forced into anything beyond this. She could still choose. ❝You also said that they would be a lot weaker, but what exactly does that leave us capable of now? Just to have an idea.❞ [newclass=.gold]background-color:#fff;padding:2px;border-left:#222e8e 10px solid;font-family:century gothic;font-size:10px;color:#121b5e;width:120px;margin-top:10px;opacity:0;transition: 1s all;text-align:left;[/newclass] [newclass=.dust]-webkit-filter: grayscale(1); filter: grayscale(1);transition: 1s all;[/newclass] [newclass=.sun]-webkit-filter: grayscale(1); filter: grayscale(1);transition: 1s all;[/newclass] [newclass=.foreign:hover .dust]-webkit-filter: grayscale(0); filter: grayscale(0);transition: 1s all;[/newclass] [newclass=.foreign:hover .gold]opacity:1;transition: 1s all;[/newclass] [newclass=.foreign:hover .sun]-webkit-filter: grayscale(0); filter: grayscale(0);transition: 1s all;[/newclass] [newclass=.foreign ::-webkit-scrollbar]background-color:#fff;width:1px;[/newclass] [newclass=.foreign ::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]background-color:#666;width:1px;[/newclass] [googlefont=La Belle Aurore] |
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Post by Aiden Garnette on Oct 26, 2016 7:31:14 GMT
Post"Wicked" Aiden Garnette He was most certainly wary of gifts coming from gods and goddesses. He had his own share of experiences when it came to being indebted before, but this was one such instance where he was perfectly willing to take the empress of the dark at her word. With the power she was offering, it would become completely possible for him to accelerate his attacks on the Hunter's guild. In his eyes, no price was too heavy to pay and he would happily wake the restless if it meant he could win in this fight. It was definitely soothing and irresistably tempting to Aiden to think that he may just be able to compete with Hunters on even footing now. That was his main priority and it outweighed the prospect of having to play angel to another goddess. On top of that, she seemed far more accepting of both Magi and him than Kalidas had ever been. He barely acknowledged the other girl in front of him, though kept passing tabs on her reactions. There was one other question he felt the need to ask: "Since these powers are so ancient, what are the risks associated with it if I may ask? Infinite power sounds nice, but power of that sort never comes without a certain risk to it."
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Post by Nevyne on Oct 26, 2016 22:46:45 GMT
Welcome to your
It was obvious that even behind the gentle blue flames in front of her eyes that she was rolling them at the two. She lounged in the throne, propping an elbow on one armrest and laying so one foot was propped on the other, while her other leg dangled and kicked freely.
“So nervous!” She said with a delighted giggle. “Goodness! I appreciate your thirst for knowledge but I feel as though you won’t cease your questions until days have passed in your realm! Ah, but I find your curiosity endearing, all the same.”
With a lazy twirl of her finger, a small bone, perhaps a skull from a rodent, flew around in a circle before being launched lazily at Aiden, bonking him on the head. “Now, now, dear; don’t put words in my mouth. I never said ‘infinite;’ as if you mortals could truly comprehend the concept! Cease your fretting, my necromancers. Fiamma-“ She said, turned her gaze to the magi. She smiled, displaying her toothy grin once more. “You should have the least trouble. Think of it as you would your own magic- it will feel as natural as the flame within you, back when you first began to develop your abilities. Treat it the same.”
She turned her gaze to the hunter. “Aiden. Perhaps it will feel strange to you, but it will come to you as well, in time; the same way the Huntress’s blessings felt like a natural part of you, so too will this. Just try not to lose my favor the way you lost Hers, hm? It’s much harder to avoid me, my dear.”
She sat up and clapped her hands. The sound echoed and all the bones around them rattled. “Well! That’s about all I think you’ll need for now. Do seek me out in the future, dears? And don’t forget to give thanks to those who give you gifts from the kindness of their hearts. Ahuhuhu~”
Immediately, the scene was gone. Darkness. Not an unnatural kind; this was now the darkness brought on by closed eyes. Slowly, the two would stir awake. How long had they been out? It’s hard to say. Corpses lie motionless around them, and in the streets of the city, people were in the midst of celebration. Both would be too exhausted to do any magic, and would find that the corpses would not respond to their calls. But they would feel a foreign energy in their core. Not violent, not soothing, but unnatural and strange. Hopefully it would pass…
W O R D S 419 M U S I C xxx T A G Fiamma Maritz | Aiden Garnette N O T E S That wraps it up y'all. Maybe sudden but I'd rather just get you all back with your powers. I'll make a transaction thread for you both; keep an eye out for it very soon
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