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  1. Abe watched the plan unfold with bated breath. He was unsure of the nature of these pests, but their weapons ans abilities seemed to be effective enough. His attention was pulled in all directions, from his allies to his enemies, and back again. Arms still outstretched, Abe did his best to maintain the meager barrier he had managed to erect. The luminescence of the forrest was suddenly drowned out by roaring flame. Abe lifted his head to meet the source of the attack, and was somewhat shocked to see the Ilyrian levitating off the ground, spewing hours of flame from her wrists. The order came, and Abe's first instinct was to obey. He released his barrier, and clapped his hands together at his chest as if in prayer. His eyes shone bright, electric blue. The rhythmic thrumming from his shroud became louder with each passing moment. "Brace yourselves!" He shouted, "This is going to hurt!" He hoped his voice carried far enough over the sounds of the battle. Abe's disheveled ivory hair began to float upward as he amassed more and more energy. He extended his arms to his sides, willing his shroud away from his body. A translucent dome of thrumming, vibrating electricity extended ten feet outward in all directions in the blink of an eye. Beyond that, Abe was unable to accurately control the shape of the lightning. It was all he could do to stop the errant bolts from striking members of the expedition as the dome unraveled. Abe was unsure of the nature of the milibytes, and was unsure of how much electricity he would need to neutralize them. He hoped it was less than it would take to kill his new companions. He released wave after wave of his electrical dome pulses, each pulse increasing in amplitude. The thrumming increased in pitch, and the air immediately around Abe vibrated visibly. He tried his best to increase the potency of his electrical waves as minimally as possible in the hopes that none of the other expedition members would be too badly injured. By the time he finished doing his part, his hair had become damp with sweat. Thin whisps of steam rose from within his cloak, and the blue was gone from his eyes.
  2. Abe awoke gently. A slight ease in his bones indicated that the distant storm had broken in the night. He took a deep breath of the musty, belowdeck air, and gathered his meager belongings. With his dagger affixed to the small of his back, and his dark brown cloak clasped around his body, Abe departed from the ship. The splendor of the island's flora struck him immediately. Once again, Abe felt as though he had been thrust into another world. Stubborn light peeked out from beneath the underbrush, and innervated the darker crevaces of the trees that surrounded them. Abe's eyes flitted back and forth, from creature to creature, plant to plant. A few times he noticed himself drifting a little from the group. Each time he began to lag, one of the nearby Illyrians would gently nudge him back towards the group. For the time being, he had no problem giving everyone their space. Abe's eyes widened as they approached the golden-barked tree. Sunlight reflected prismatically against the trunk. At a certain point, it seemed to Abe that the tree was breathing. He was right. Droves of millibytes took flight from the now disappointingly ordinary tree. Their bodies created shadows so dense that the light from moss along the ground could be seen. Abe was taken aback at first. The fear didn't begin until the first Illyrian fell. His convulsions indicated some type of toxin, though Abe couldn't be sure. Either way, he wasn't about to wait and find out. Abe began breathing more deeply, summoning what power he could from this unfamiliar world. A nearly imperceptible blue glow emanated from the narrow seam in his cloak. The air immediately around him began to vibrate slightly. Within moments Abe was shrouded in translucent, blue-white energy. A dozen or so muffled pops emanated from Abe's body as the millibytes that attempted to reach his skin found themselves charged with too much electricity for their bodies to handle. Abe made his way to Heron, making especially sure not to touch anyone on his way. "Alright Director, what's the plan here? I have an idea, but it may end up doing more harm than good. Best case scenario, everyone gets really tingly for a few minutes. Worst case, your men on the floor may die. It's up to you." The muffled popping continued as more and more millibytes attempted to pierce Abe's shroud. He extended his arms outward at his sides, and the shroud extended from.the tips of his fingers to the ground, offering Heron a slight bit more protection.
  3. It's recently come to my attention that Abe doesn't have a character sheet. I have a new computer arriving at the end of next week so by the 9th I should have a complete character sheet available for him.
  4. Abe nodded along attentively as Heron addressed his inquiry. Yes, I understand. Thank you. Abe took a moment to collect his thoughts as the group was dismissed. The answer had been satisfactory, though he could not stifle the nagging suspicion that there was a larger goal to their expedition. He watched as the group parted, each more interested in their own endeavours moving forward. He understood their apprehension more than most. The rumors he had heard, as well as the familiarity he felt from Her on, reinforced the story that they had come from somewhere else. It wasn't too long ago that Abe found himself ass-over-tea kettle in the middle of some jungle. There was a comforting sense of trepidation as he approached the rear of the ship. In the light of the setting sun, it almost felt like he was home again. The crackling anxiety emanating from the guards aboard the ship also helped ease some of his own worries. Soldiers will always be soldiers. He stared out at the horizon, growing ever more distant as the ship continued onward, until the sun finally set. There was a storm brewing in the east. Abe closed his eyes. Behind his eyelids he could see himself in the center of the storm. He remembered the power; raising oceans and splintering mountains. Colors once present in the world had left him. It was a stark reminder of his place in the events that had transpired in his past life. For the first time since he had arrived on Valucre, Abe found himself questioning his desire to return home. He shook the thoughts from his head and made his way belowdeck to his quarters. He unfolded a small arc of light between his index finger and thumb as he reached the edges of the common areas. For all of his talents, he could not see in the dark. Sleep found him quickly. For yet another night, Abe was thrust back into war.
  5. Hey y'all I'll have a post up tonight! Sorry about the wait!
  6. Hey do we have a set posting order for the Ulway quest or are we just winging it for now?
  7. Abe stood and watched in wonder as the small old man comanded the attention of the entire ship. Where he was from, there were very few who were able to hold the attention of such a tense group of strangers. At one point, in another life, Abe had been one of those people. Seeing Director Heron stand where he would have stood sent a curious pang of rage shooting up his spine. The emotion was fleeting as, once again, Abe had to remind himself that it wasn't him in those memories. In fact, he doubted that his will mattered at all back then. Regardless, he began to tale a closer look at the unique spread of adventurers onboard the ship. One of them in particular caught his attention. She looked almost Ziq herself, save for her fair skin. Still, the resemblance to his own people was shocking. Abe made a note to himself to speak with her about it later. The smaller, more excited looking woman, was also familiar to him. Again, he took a mental note of the existence of halflings on this plane. The way she was regarded by Director Heron, as well as previously by the various guards on the ship, suggested that she may be Illyrian herself. Again, it was something to return to later. Abe listened attentively as the Director addressed the group for the first time. He could not help but feel a slight, comforting kinship between them. The task itself was simple enough, it was more or less what Abe had been doing since he arrived on Valucre, with the exception of harvesting specimens. His home was nowhere near this advanced technologically, and he had no clue how he would go about this testing. Regardless, Abe sat back on his heels in the safety that he would most likely function as a deterrent on this trip anyway. When the time came for questions, Abe let the other two speak before raising his own voice. "Director, you said that we are going to attempt a peaceful arrangement with the native population. What should we do if that is not possible? Not that I would be much help in the negotiations, but I would like to avoid active conflict with these strangers if possible."
  8. Abe tumbled out onto the main deck in a mass of flailing limbs and swirling, ivory hair. He stood up quickly, stealing embarrassed glances at the nearby crew, and hoping that they didn't notice. They did. If it weren't for his dark-sand colored skin they would have caught his flushed face as well. It was one small perk his Ziq heritage afforded him. The embarrassment was quickly replaced by a familiar sense of dangerously calming minuteness when greeted by the sea around him. He pulled his cloak tighter against the wind unconsciously. Open ocean never changes. The sentimentality was a soothing respite from the personality-shattering culture shock he had recently endured. A wide smile lounged itself across his face. The soldiers' presence was also a comfort, in a wearily resigning kind of way. They were further proof that some things cannot change, regardless of which dimension one calls home. While they seemed suspicious of the non-Illyrian passengers, they tended to glance a second longer at Abe's visage. Even without the Soulbrand visible, it was clear from his demeanor that he wasn't from around here. Though, he gathered, neither were they. Weeks ago he found himself within the walls of yet another unfamiliar city; one that was rumored to have come from another dimension. When the call went out that the Illyrians were looking for people to aid in an expedition, it was only natural that he invite himself along. Now that he was out on the deck of the expedition's ship, surrounded by such a curious assortment of individuals, he couldn't help but allow his interests to broaden and wander. He took careful stock of aa many of his traveling companions as he could, excluding the droves of indistinguishable uniforms that separated them from most of the other Illyrian stock onboard. Abe's thoughts were snatched from him by the sudden, deafening silence. He turned his golden amber eyes toward the smaller elderly man approaching from the bow. Interesting. The soldiers parted briefly, the first time they had done so in what seemed like forever, to let the old man through. Abe could not help but be somewhat comforted by his even demeanor. "Yes, I believe it will be quite illuminating for all of us."
  9. Hey so sorry about not keeping up! Life hit me really hard lately but I'll make sure to have a post up by tomorrow night
  10. I'll have my character sheet completed by the end of the weekend. Im excited to start!
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