"Miladae!! Its nice to fully meet you. I... Remember it took you some time to fall asleep to dream, and Ive been thinking... What if you didnt need to sleep? What if there was a different way you could rest and dream? One that just requires sitting and focusing for a moment. A sort of... Trance?"
She tilts her head. “What do you mean?”
"Well... Im going to change you a bit, if thats alright? You as a person and who you are will stay the same. However, your ears will change appearance, and you will gain new abilities. New ways to rest and dream. It will give you an additional name, of Vanixia, meaning of 'One Who Knows the Stars Point'. Do you accept these gifts?"
Mila nods, looking excited. “I except, Ilheia!”
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"Well he hurt Kila, and that makes him bad in my books." A look of anger passes across his young face. "You and Kila are some of only people I like, I don't want to ruin our friendship by helping him anymore."
“He has done bad things, and although I also believe that he is a bad person, he did it meaning good.”
Lark looks confused. His childlike sense of right and wrong can't comprehend that bad people can do bad things, but for good reasons. Eventually he just says, "Let's forget about him. Thinking about him makes me sad, and being sad is boring."
“Yes. I agree. I don’t know why I’m defending him anyways, I hate him.”
"Wanna come see something cool?" Lark takes Zeem by the hand, and leads them towards the oasis.
“Yes! I love cool things!”
When they reach the water, Lark stops on the bank and points towards something swimming amongst the reeds. "Look! I made a bunch of them!" The creature looks something like an alligator. Lark dips a toe in and the gator lunges, just missing Lark as he pulls his foot out quickly, laughing.
*hey, Cyno. Are we done with the meditation scene with Four and Kila?*
*Not yet sorry, he had a crystal in his hand right?*
*yeah, and he woke up.*
“What is this?” He holds it, inspecting it carefully.
Old man mask: It’s an emotion crystal.
Fire/tear eye mask: When you clear your chakras, all the excess emotions that were clogging them leave your body and crystallize somewhere near you. Different color crystals represent different emotions
Halo/horn mask: Since this one is red, you can use as a spell focus, but only ones surrounding the elements of fire.
He nods and smiles. “Thank you. That… helped me focus. Thank you so much.”
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology undergrad, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
The party has died. The food is gone, the wine has been drunk, and most of the revelers have gone home.
Zidan doesn't sleep. He just stares straight ahead, smoking a cigar, unable to move from his chair. He reaches for a glass of wine beside him, but he can't quite grasp it.
It makes one wonder why such a miserable creature cares so much that others are happy.
Okropnosc looks over his destroyed obelisk. He looks at the others, separated by at least another mile. He sighs and goes home. This isn't worth fighting. Possibly it never was.
*hey, Cyno. Are we done with the meditation scene with Four and Kila?*
*Not yet sorry, he had a crystal in his hand right?*
*yeah, and he woke up.*
“What is this?” He holds it, inspecting it carefully.
Old man mask: It’s an emotion crystal.
Fire/tear eye mask: When you clear your chakras, all the excess emotions that were clogging them leave your body and crystallize somewhere near you. Different color crystals represent different emotions
Halo/horn mask: Since this one is red, you can use as a spell focus, but only ones surrounding the elements of fire.
He nods and smiles. “Thank you. That… helped me focus. Thank you so much.”
Old man mask: Don’t thank us. We just want what’s best for you, your people, and all gods.
"Miladae!! Its nice to fully meet you. I... Remember it took you some time to fall asleep to dream, and Ive been thinking... What if you didnt need to sleep? What if there was a different way you could rest and dream? One that just requires sitting and focusing for a moment. A sort of... Trance?"
She tilts her head. “What do you mean?”
"Well... Im going to change you a bit, if thats alright? You as a person and who you are will stay the same. However, your ears will change appearance, and you will gain new abilities. New ways to rest and dream. It will give you an additional name, of Vanixia, meaning of 'One Who Knows the Stars Point'. Do you accept these gifts?"
Mila nods, looking excited. “I except, Ilheia!”
She smiles offering her hands "The stars smile upon you. Ysc elvista requin loniendo astil procar. Take my hands, and from this moment on, you will be known as an elf"
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NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science] Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews! Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya! Characters (Outdated)
The party has died. The food is gone, the wine has been drunk, and most of the revelers have gone home.
Zidan doesn't sleep. He just stares straight ahead, smoking a cigar, unable to move from his chair. He reaches for a glass of wine beside him, but he can't quite grasp it.
It makes one wonder why such a miserable creature cares so much that others are happy.
Okropnosc looks over his destroyed obelisk. He looks at the others, separated by at least another mile. He sighs and goes home. This isn't worth fighting. Possibly it never was.
Tsuki rides ghost over to Okropnosc. “What’s wrong, Okro? Did something happen to your nightmares?
It hits Zeem in the chest, but instead of looking hurt by it, they stand straighter, and seem more relaxed.
“Woah! How did you do that?”
“Remember when we were drawing stuff on each other? I got an idea and wondered if I could imbue some drawings with magic.” They roll up their sleeves to reveal eight tattoos, four on each arm. One is a drawing of fire, one of lightning, one of spikes of ice, one of a pool of acid, one of a skull, one of more but different coloured lightning, one of a poison gas, and one of the sun. “I have two more, one on each leg. They help me resist the elements.”
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remember that my PMs are always open to anyone who needs someone to talk to, vent to, or just shout at, and i'll always respond relatively quickly
Okropnosc looks over his destroyed obelisk. He looks at the others, separated by at least another mile. He sighs and goes home. This isn't worth fighting. Possibly it never was.
Tsuki rides ghost over to Okropnosc. “What’s wrong, Okro? Did something happen to your nightmares?
"Zeem and Kila destroyed it. I could build a new one, but they'd just tear that one down too. They look at me as an object of disgust. I never asked for this job, to be feared. It's just what I was made for."
The party has died. The food is gone, the wine has been drunk, and most of the revelers have gone home.
Zidan doesn't sleep. He just stares straight ahead, smoking a cigar, unable to move from his chair. He reaches for a glass of wine beside him, but he can't quite grasp it.
It makes one wonder why such a miserable creature cares so much that others are happy.
Before they leave, Kila takes the stage in the center of the dance floor, twirling and laughing happily. He dances with everyone that wishes to join him, the light bending around him in a way that it seems to almost dances with him. He raises a toast. “To life, to light, and to joy!” Kila smiles. The glass in his hands turns to a lantern of gilded wood , a burning white flame flickering in the center. He tolds it out to his host, bowing slightly in respect.
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology undergrad, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
When they reach the water, Lark stops on the bank and points towards something swimming amongst the reeds. "Look! I made a bunch of them!" The creature looks something like an alligator. Lark dips a toe in and the gator lunges, just missing Lark as he pulls his foot out quickly, laughing.
Zeem jumps as the alligator lunges. “WHOA! They look really awesome, but are they safe?”
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I'm Hecate! I've got a lotta titles, and there's no way this sig space would hold them all lol
remember that my PMs are always open to anyone who needs someone to talk to, vent to, or just shout at, and i'll always respond relatively quickly
Old man mask: Don’t thank us. We just want what’s best for you, your people, and all gods.
Kila hugs them.
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology undergrad, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
Okropnosc looks over his destroyed obelisk. He looks at the others, separated by at least another mile. He sighs and goes home. This isn't worth fighting. Possibly it never was.
Tsuki rides ghost over to Okropnosc. “What’s wrong, Okro? Did something happen to your nightmares?
"Zeem and Kila destroyed it. I could build a new one, but they'd just tear that one down too. They look at me as an object of disgust. I never asked for this job, to be feared. It's just what I was made for."
“Well maybe it’s time to find a new job.” She smiles as if that makes complete sense.
*Melos has been invited to a masquerade ball hosted by someone named "Zidan, the Chief in Yellow." The location appears to be the gold-and-marble city that just sprung up.*
"A ball?!! Yeah, baby!" He pumps a firey fist into the air, then soars towards the city.
The party has died. The food is gone, the wine has been drunk, and most of the revelers have gone home.
Zidan doesn't sleep. He just stares straight ahead, smoking a cigar, unable to move from his throne. He reaches for a glass of wine beside him, but he can't quite grasp it.
"Well he hurt Kila, and that makes him bad in my books." A look of anger passes across his young face. "You and Kila are some of only people I like, I don't want to ruin our friendship by helping him anymore."
“He has done bad things, and although I also believe that he is a bad person, he did it meaning good.”
Kila looks unsure. “I don’t know about that. He.. his domain is Koszmar’s old one. Some sort of influence may be affecting him at the minimum.”
“That does make sense. I believe that he and I made some sort of alliance, or at least, we’re not enemies. Perhaps I could talk with him and find something out?”
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I'm Hecate! I've got a lotta titles, and there's no way this sig space would hold them all lol
remember that my PMs are always open to anyone who needs someone to talk to, vent to, or just shout at, and i'll always respond relatively quickly
She smiles offering her hands "The stars smile upon you. Ysc elvista requin loniendo astil procar. Take my hands, and from this moment on, you will be known as an elf"
She takes Ilheia’s hands. “Elf.” She echoes. “I like that word.”
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology undergrad, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
When they reach the water, Lark stops on the bank and points towards something swimming amongst the reeds. "Look! I made a bunch of them!" The creature looks something like an alligator. Lark dips a toe in and the gator lunges, just missing Lark as he pulls his foot out quickly, laughing.
Zeem jumps as the alligator lunges. “WHOA! They look really awesome, but are they safe?”
When they reach the water, Lark stops on the bank and points towards something swimming amongst the reeds. "Look! I made a bunch of them!" The creature looks something like an alligator. Lark dips a toe in and the gator lunges, just missing Lark as he pulls his foot out quickly, laughing.
Zeem jumps as the alligator lunges. “WHOA! They look really awesome, but are they safe?”
" 'Course not! That's half the fun!"
They look concerned. “But what if you get hurt?”
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I'm Hecate! I've got a lotta titles, and there's no way this sig space would hold them all lol
remember that my PMs are always open to anyone who needs someone to talk to, vent to, or just shout at, and i'll always respond relatively quickly
The party has died. The food is gone, the wine has been drunk, and most of the revelers have gone home.
Zidan doesn't sleep. He just stares straight ahead, smoking a cigar, unable to move from his chair. He reaches for a glass of wine beside him, but he can't quite grasp it.
It makes one wonder why such a miserable creature cares so much that others are happy.
Before they leave, Kila takes the stage in the center of the dance floor, twirling and laughing happily. He dances with everyone that wishes to join him, the light bending around him in a way that it seems to almost dances with him. He raises a toast. “To life, to light, and to joy!” Kila smiles. The glass in his hands turns to a lantern of gilded wood , a burning white flame flickering in the center. He tolds it out to his host, bowing slightly in respect.
"Thank you so much for this, Kila. If you need my help, just call." He reaches for the lantern, swiping at it twice before finally grabbing it. "With this and Zeem's help, I'll finally be whole again."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
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Mila nods, looking excited. “I except, Ilheia!”
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology undergrad, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
When they reach the water, Lark stops on the bank and points towards something swimming amongst the reeds. "Look! I made a bunch of them!" The creature looks something like an alligator. Lark dips a toe in and the gator lunges, just missing Lark as he pulls his foot out quickly, laughing.
He nods and smiles. “Thank you. That… helped me focus. Thank you so much.”
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology undergrad, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
The party has died. The food is gone, the wine has been drunk, and most of the revelers have gone home.
Zidan doesn't sleep. He just stares straight ahead, smoking a cigar, unable to move from his chair. He reaches for a glass of wine beside him, but he can't quite grasp it.
It makes one wonder why such a miserable creature cares so much that others are happy.
Okropnosc looks over his destroyed obelisk. He looks at the others, separated by at least another mile. He sighs and goes home. This isn't worth fighting. Possibly it never was.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Old man mask: Don’t thank us. We just want what’s best for you, your people, and all gods.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
She smiles offering her hands "The stars smile upon you. Ysc elvista requin loniendo astil procar. Take my hands, and from this moment on, you will be known as an elf"
NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN
Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG
Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science]
Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews!
Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya!
Characters (Outdated)
Tsuki rides ghost over to Okropnosc. “What’s wrong, Okro? Did something happen to your nightmares?
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
“Remember when we were drawing stuff on each other? I got an idea and wondered if I could imbue some drawings with magic.” They roll up their sleeves to reveal eight tattoos, four on each arm. One is a drawing of fire, one of lightning, one of spikes of ice, one of a pool of acid, one of a skull, one of more but different coloured lightning, one of a poison gas, and one of the sun. “I have two more, one on each leg. They help me resist the elements.”
I'm Hecate! I've got a lotta titles, and there's no way this sig space would hold them all lol
remember that my PMs are always open to anyone who needs someone to talk to, vent to, or just shout at, and i'll always respond relatively quickly
The Younger Twin (by ten minutes)
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"Zeem and Kila destroyed it. I could build a new one, but they'd just tear that one down too. They look at me as an object of disgust. I never asked for this job, to be feared. It's just what I was made for."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Before they leave, Kila takes the stage in the center of the dance floor, twirling and laughing happily. He dances with everyone that wishes to join him, the light bending around him in a way that it seems to almost dances with him. He raises a toast. “To life, to light, and to joy!” Kila smiles. The glass in his hands turns to a lantern of gilded wood , a burning white flame flickering in the center. He tolds it out to his host, bowing slightly in respect.
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology undergrad, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
Zeem jumps as the alligator lunges. “WHOA! They look really awesome, but are they safe?”
I'm Hecate! I've got a lotta titles, and there's no way this sig space would hold them all lol
remember that my PMs are always open to anyone who needs someone to talk to, vent to, or just shout at, and i'll always respond relatively quickly
The Younger Twin (by ten minutes)
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Kila hugs them.
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology undergrad, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
“Well maybe it’s time to find a new job.” She smiles as if that makes complete sense.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
The party has died. The food is gone, the wine has been drunk, and most of the revelers have gone home.
Zidan doesn't sleep. He just stares straight ahead, smoking a cigar, unable to move from his throne. He reaches for a glass of wine beside him, but he can't quite grasp it.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“That does make sense. I believe that he and I made some sort of alliance, or at least, we’re not enemies. Perhaps I could talk with him and find something out?”
I'm Hecate! I've got a lotta titles, and there's no way this sig space would hold them all lol
remember that my PMs are always open to anyone who needs someone to talk to, vent to, or just shout at, and i'll always respond relatively quickly
The Younger Twin (by ten minutes)
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She takes Ilheia’s hands. “Elf.” She echoes. “I like that word.”
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology undergrad, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
And they hug him back.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
" 'Course not! That's half the fun!"
They look concerned. “But what if you get hurt?”
I'm Hecate! I've got a lotta titles, and there's no way this sig space would hold them all lol
remember that my PMs are always open to anyone who needs someone to talk to, vent to, or just shout at, and i'll always respond relatively quickly
The Younger Twin (by ten minutes)
Extended signature: Here
"Thank you so much for this, Kila. If you need my help, just call." He reaches for the lantern, swiping at it twice before finally grabbing it. "With this and Zeem's help, I'll finally be whole again."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels